Fanfic written kwa montiese@lairofthemuses on LJ. Beware it also contains sexual scenes! Genre:Humor/smuff
Hotch pulled up in front of the dance studio and cut the engine. It was off the road a bit and could definitely use zaidi lighting. Did the residents of Chevy Chase really think they were that far away from the real life dangers of the world? If they did then they were mistaken. He got out of the SUV, not bothering to take cover from the misty drizzle. The studio front door was unlocked so he went in. The place was virtually deserted but Hotch followed the pulsing muziki to one of the smaller...
Sometimes she was afraid that the way she looked at him made it obvious to everyone. Emily couldn’t help it; her face gave her away all the time when it came to love. She could hide everything else…her father always talked about her Prentiss poker face. When she wanted a man though, it went down the drain. Her snappy, intellectual wit also seemed to go the same way. Sometimes she would just ramble, almost incoherently. This never affected her at work.
She could compartmentalize enough to handle being a top-notch...
Fanfiction written kwa lairofthemuses on LJ. ___________________________________________________________
Emily walked out of Rossi’s office with a box just as Hotch was coming out of his office. Rossi walked toward him to talk, Prentiss headed for the stairs. Neither of them saw her slip but they heard her fall.
“Prentiss!” Hotch exclaimed, rushing past Rossi and over to her. The other Agent was right on his heels.
“I'm OK.” She said, looking a little dazed. The box was on the ground, files scattered.
“What were doing carrying that heavy box?” Hotch asked.