Hotch & Emily

Written door kingsmeadroad.



Shelter from the Storm

It had been, without a doubt, one of the worst cases he had ever seen. Five boys aged between 6 and 8, raped, tortured, beaten and tossed aside like trash, thrown into a brook in Oregon. It had taken them a relatively short time to find the killer, Thomas Wicks- and Hotch was pacified to hear that the chances of him escaping capital punishment were slim. Nonetheless, it was no satisfaction for the families of the dead, and the journey home pagina had been littered with a dark, deep, encroaching sadness. Nobody had spoken.

When they landed at the BAU and...

An H/P quickshot, written door chandlerina@LJ.
Enjoy! :)
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When your dark brown eyes turn black

the blinds are shut and the door is closed
"they can't know, u can't tell them",
your breath so hot against my skin
a shiver running down my spine


your fingers touch me everywhere
my back against your desk
papers scattered on the floor
my breath caught mid-word


losing control isn't like you
and your dark eyes are locked with mine
your grip firm around my wrists
holding me in place


though i want to fight for power,
though i don't like losing either
my skin burns beneath...

Written door ilovetvalot.
After episodes 5x01-5x03.



Broken

Weaving her way through the maze of empty desks in the BAU bullpen, Emily made her way back to her chair. Flipping off her computer, her mouth tightened as she noticed the light still shining through the slit blinds of his office window. She sighed deeply and dropped her head. He was going to kill himself if he kept going like this. She understood his obsession. If she’d had to give up her child because of the whims of a madman, she honestly didn’t think she’d be acting any differently. But that didn’t change the fact that his ongoing...

Written door Sienna27 on fanfiction.net
This is Part 2 from 4.



EMILY POV

My Best Laid Plans

I fear I’ve made a terrible mistake.

I love my husband. I adore my daughter. I know I have a good life. I’m lucky.

Blessed.

But I feel like something’s missing. That this isn’t how it was supposed to be. That my husband, the good, kind, decent man who loves me, who fathered my child, wasn’t supposed to be the one.

That Lucy’s daddy should have been someone else.

The someone else that I danced with on my wedding day. The someone else I saw slip out immediately afterwards. His features etched with pain....

Written door Sienna27.



All About Christmas Eve

‘What the hell?’

Aaron Hotchner stopped and stared at the brightly wrapped package sitting in the middle of his desk.

Furrowing his brow, he slowly stepped further into the room and crossed over to his desk.

Okay . . . he stared down in consternation . . . this was most definitely not here when he left for the jaar end inpakken, wrap up meeting with Strauss and the other unit chiefs.

So where did it come from?

Then he noticed the card half hidden underneath the box.

Ah . . . he reached over to pick it up . . . that should solve the mystery.

His eyebrow went up...

Written door Montiese, lairofthemuses@LJ.




Curiouser and Curiouser

Emily ignored the chill as she sat on the concrete steps at the Days Inn. Blowing the poison out of her lungs, she looked up at the starry night. It was so beautiful…how could something so atrocious happen right beneath it. What kind of monster strangled the life out of teenage girls? Who stal their innocence before watching the light fade from their eyes? Who dumped them on the side of the road as if their lives meant nothing?

Emily sighed, taking a pull on her beer. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to get the look...