All You Have To Do Is Dream
Disclaimer: CBS owns Criminal Minds, how many times do I have to say that?
Summary: Hotch is plagued by a bizarre dream.
A/N: So yep, this was originally posted by itself but it needed re-tweaking and I figured, hey why not put it in the dream series.
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"Dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask." The X-Files
Hotch tossed and turned in his bed, bunching up his pillow as he let out a sigh, finally feeling sleep take him over.
Walking into the bullpen, Hotch saw Morgan dressed in a sweater vest and brown slacks, making him pause at the sight.
"I love you too, sweetie" Morgan said softly "Ok. I'll make sure to check Sparky's paw when I come home. Bye, bye."
Hotch walked by him, eyebrow raised, as he headed up to the catwalk.
"Good morning, sir" Morgan said as he grabbed some files off his desk "I already finished up the first of my case files."
Puzzled by the sight of his agent in this odd manner, "Thank you."
Hotch walked into his office, set the files and his go bag down as he sit down in his chair, shaking his head he started in on the first of the files to review.
A knock pulled Hotch out of his task, looking up he said his usual, "Come in."
"Good morning, Hotch" Garcia said, dressed in a purple dress and white cardigan, what caught Hotch's eyes was the dangling beads with feathers attached to it "Here are the preliminary reviews. I checked with the sheriff on the Rockland case, he said that the unsub was in locked up."
"Garcia?" Hotch asked "Why are you handing me a case? Where's JJ?"
Garcia frowned at his question, "Hotch, I always do the cases now. You're the one who agreed to me being the media liaison communication coordinator."
Hotch furrowed his brows at this, "No, you're the technical analyst."
Garcia's eyes widened at that, "Hotch, I haven't been the technical analyst in almost a year. Not since I gave up most of modern technology."
'What the hell?' Hotch thought but just nodded and said "Okay."
Garcia left with a raised eyebrow at Hotch's behavior.
Hotch turned back to the paper work but kept his eye on the window watching this bizarre world.
Another knock pulled Hotch from his work, "Come in."
"Aaron" Dave said handing over a file, "Sorry I was late coming in, but the wife was hassling me with more sex. You know how it is with women trying to get pregnant."
"Wife?" Hotch said shocked "You got married again?"
Dave shot Hotch a questioning look, "Yeah, Hotch. What's wrong with you? You know I've been married for almost a year now."
"Who?" Hotch asked.
Before Dave could answer Hotch received a call alerting him that the Section Chief was coming up to see him.
"What's wrong?" Dave asked seeing the look of annoyance on Hotch's face.
"The Section Chief is on her way up" Hotch said groaning, earning a chuckle from Dave "You think this is funny?"
"Ah Aaron" Dave said as he received a text message "You go deal with the Chief, I got a wife that's pissed off that she locked her keys in the car, again. Gotta give her a hand."
Hotch opened his mouth to ask who he was married to but saw Dave nod then leave.
"What the hell kind of world did I wake up in?" Hotch asked himself "Garcia gives up technology, Dave's married again and Morgan's well turned into a Reid minus the genius thing? Wonder what the hell Reid, Prentiss and JJ will become..."
"Hotch?" Reid's voice said as he knocked on the door "Can I come in?"
Hotch threw his pen down, muttering, "Why not?"
Looking up as the youngest profiler Hotch's eyes widened when he saw Reid's appearance. Reid was dressed in black jeans and a black leather jacket with his hair styled in an un-Reid way.
"Reid?" Hotch asked stunned by the young man's casual demeanor as he entered.
"Hey man" Reid said "So I was wondering are we going out again to that club tonight? Because I wanted to try that burlesque club down on Kings Street."
Hotch stared at the young man in shock, "What?"
"Hotch?" Reid asked worried "Are you ok? Did you drop more than one pill at the club last night?"
"Huh?" Hotch asked 'Reid and I go clubbing? I do drugs?'
"The club last night?" Reid asked "Did you and Tasha do anything else other than X?"
Hotch closed his eyes and shook his head, he and Reid were players obviously.
"Nope" Hotch only said opening his eyes when he heard a knock on his door "That's the Chief, so we shouldn't talk about this anymore here."
Reid nodded "I'll stop by at lunch to go over plans" Reid said getting up "Good luck with the Ice Queen."
Glad that one thing hadn't changed, Strauss was still known as the Ice Queen.
Reid planted on a tense smile as he said, "Chief."
"Reid" JJ said "Agent Hotchner."
"JJ?" Hotch said shocked.
JJ's eyebrow rose at the informal greeting, "Agent Hotchner, we need to discuss a few things regarding your recent outings with Agent Reid and your conduct."
Internally groaning Hotch sat back down and said, "Yes, ma'am?"
Hotch shook his head at the weird world he was in, there was nothing about it that he liked, nothing was the way it was meant to be.
Hotch stared out at the lonely desk and wondered when would he get to see the brunette agent on his team.
'So in this bizarro world, Morgan's a nerd, Reid's my wing man, Garcia's anti-technology. JJ's a young Strauss and Dave's married. But what about Emily?' Hotch wondered.
Banging his head on his desk, Hotch heard some loud cheering as he looked into the bullpen.
"Looking good" Reid said eyeing Emily in a dark blue, low cut dress "Hot date?"
"Maybe" Emily said smirking at the young man.
"You look very lovely, Emily" Morgan said shyly.
"Thanks, sweetie" Emily said as she sat down at her desk, placing her go bag on the floor "Seen the big bad?"
"His office" Reid said licking his lips as he groaned at the paper work before him.
Emily got up from her chair, walking up the catwalk she waved to Hotch as she headed passed his office.
Hotch's eyes stayed on her form as she smiled at him heading into Dave's office.
Hotch got up from his chair walking over to the door frame, he leaned on it staring out into the bullpen as he heard Emily and Dave in the office.
"Hey baby" Emily said smiling at the older man "So missed me?"
"Always" Dave said getting up from his desk "Still mad at me for earlier?"
Emily shook her head, "You know I can never stay mad at you, at least not for too long."
Hotch felt his heart drop, 'This has to be some kind of nightmare. This can't be real.'
Hotch saw Emily walk all the way into Dave's office, and heard Dave say "I love you Mrs. Rossi."
"I love you, husband" Emily replied back.
Stumbling back into his office, Hotch slammed the office door closed while his heart beat a mile a minute.
Hotch woke up startled "Oh my God."
"What's wrong?" Emily asked pulling Hotch to her, "Aaron? Baby what is it?"
Hotch held Emily tightly to him "I had the worst dream ever."
"You want to talk about it?" she asked, rubbing a soothing hand across his sweat stained shirt.
"Everything was backwards" Hotch mumbled, relieved to feel her warm touch as she tenderly stroked his cheek, "Morgan was married but a total nerd, Garcia was anti-technology, JJ was a total Strauss as the new Section Chief, Dave was married and Reid was my wing man since I apparently was a club hopper who dropped X."
"What?" Emily asked shocked "Dave was married?"
Hotch shook his head smirking, "Out of everything I said that is what caught your attention? Dave being married?"
Kissing his shoulder, "Well what about me?" Emily asked "What was different about me?"
Hotch winced as he kissed her forehead "You were the one married to Dave."
"WHAT?" Emily said loudly "You have got to be freaking kidding me?"
Hotch smirked as she lowered her eyes to him, "Nope, you were the fourth Mrs. Rossi."
Emily glared at his laughing smirk, "Way to give a girl nightmares, Aaron."
"Hey, don't blame me" Hotch said, "If I had it my way, you'd only ever be Mrs. Aaron Hotchner."
Kissing his lips, "But I told you I'm keeping my last name, professionally" Emily said sighing.
"Doesn't mean I like it" Hotch said "But I can live with that, for now."
Pulling the brunette close to him, he felt her relax in his arms as she nuzzled against his chest.
Hotch started laughing "You and Dave..."
"Keep laughing, smart ass and you'll be sleeping alone on the couch" Emily muttered, "Give me nightmares."
William Dement said, "Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives."
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A/N: So what did you think of Hotch's dream or should I say nightmare? What did you think of the interpretations of the team and their new "selves"?