We Have A Situation
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Summary: What happens when Emily hears a prowler outside her new home?
A/N: Here's the second part, I hope you're all still enjoying it.
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"Prowling his own quiet backyard or asleep by the fire, he is still only a whisker away from the wilds." Jean Burden
Emily move the phone to her other ear as she listened to the bickering on the conference call between JJ and Garcia when she heard a noise outside.
"What the hell?" Emily murmured to herself as she looked out the window only to see the reflection of the moon in the background of the Fall setting.
"What's wrong, Gumdrop?" Garcia asked.
"Em?" JJ said at the same time.
"Thought I heard something outside" Emily said mildly distracted by the news, "Might be the neighbor's dog though."
Garcia hummed the Twilight Zone theme whispering,"Or it could be the D.C. Masher."
"Garcia!" Emily and JJ said simultaneously.
"You know better than to make jokes like that" Emily said, "Especially in our line of work."
"Sorry sweets" Garcia said meekly, "My bad."
Emily tuned out the two talking women, and looked over at the television about a man wanted in connection to peeking in on women who escalated to breaking and entering attacking women.
"Hey, Jayje?" Emily said as the news went to a commercial, "How come the BAU isn't investigating the Peeping Prowler case?"
"I don't know" JJ said sighing, "No official invite from the police."
"Ooh" Garcia said, "And you just know something bad has to happen for them to invite the BAU in..."
Emily rubbed her head, "Guys I'm going to go. I'm getting a headache."
"Ah, poor girl" Garcia said, "You want us to drop by..."
"No thanks, PG" Emily said, "I'm just going to lay down."
"Night, Em" JJ said, "Get some rest."
"Take care, Gumdrop" Garcia said softly.
Emily was tossing and turning on her bed, when she heard crunching outside her window, and knowing that it wasn't the right season she knew that crunching was the leaves she hadn't raked up because she's not that outdoorsy.
Opening her eyes she looked to her window and her eyes widened when she saw a silhouette shape of a man outside her window.
'Oh this is great' Emily thought, 'Just freaking great. Like this is the last thing I needed right now.'
Sighing she got and went to her small safe, grabbing her gun and flashlight, she slowly opened the curtain to see if she could see anyone outside but all she saw was pitch black.
'Here's the cliched horror movie moment' Emily thought bitterly, 'Big chested girl goes out check out noise and isn't seen again until the end credits.'
Moving towards the living room, she unlocked the dead bolts, opening the door and froze when she saw the man's out line heading her door she quietly closed the door and locking it behind her, while she tried to catch her breath.
'Aw crap' Emily thought, 'This is bad. Calm, Emily, calm.'
Emily's eyes opened as she heard the sound of her doorknob jiggling and not wanting to end up like the ladies on the news, she scooted across the floor and hid behind divider that separated the kitchen from the hallway.
She put her gun and flashlight down and went to grab her phone when the front door opened.
Not looking up she rushed the intruder like a line driver and tackled him to the floor only seeing his back to her, she frowned when she heard a familiar grunt.
"Oof" the man said groaning in pain, Emily felt him try to get up but she straddled his back keeping him in place.
"Don't fucking move" Emily said putting her elbow in the back of the intruder's neck to stop his movements "Who the hell are you and what the fuck are you doing in my home?"
When the man didn't answer her, she pressed her knee into the back of his spine and was pleased when she heard him groan in pain.
"Answer me, asshole" Emily growled in his ear, "I have a loaded gun pointed at you and I will use it."
She felt the man shift beneath her as she pulled her knee back, grabbing on his elbow to pull him up.
"Can I move?" the man said, and Emily gasped at the recognition of his voice, "Emily?"
"Hotch?" Emily asked horrified getting up and flicking on the overhead light.
"Jesus, who knew someone so small could pack a punch" Hotch muttered as he got up and winced at the bright light.
"Hotch, oh man" Emily said remorsefully, "God I feel horrible."
"You feel horrible?" Hotch repeated indignantly, "I'm the one that got tossed around the room like a rag doll."
Emily covered her mouth with her hand, "God, Hotch I am so sorry."
"Yeah" Hotch said wincing but felt his breathed out when she put her hand on the back of his head checking him over.
"Well... what are you doing here?" Emily asked walking over to the kitchen.
Following her, he paused when she handed him a bottled water and some aspirins.
"I wanted to make sure you were ok" Hotch said, "It's not every day you fall asleep at your desk due to a headache."
Walking over to her couch, she motioned for him to take a seat down as she took a sip of water.
"I'll be ok, just a regular old tension headache." Emily said putting the cool plastic on her forehead, "They come and go every once in awhile."
"Are you sure?" Hotch asked, looking over seeing her close her eyes, he moved in close to her and seen her eyes open, "Emily?"
Smiling at him, he felt his heart beat faster as the small surprised and pleased look adorn her face. As he pulled her close to him, he moved his hands up to her head and began massaging her temples.
"What are you doing?" Emily asked closing her eyes as she felt the pain slowly cease from her head.
As she lulled her head back, Hotch whispered, "Just let me help you."
Nodding, Emily felt his hands trail up the back of her neck, rubbing the muscles gently then went back to the temples and she felt herself sigh softly.
She could feel the pressure in her head decrease as her muscles relaxed, "How do you know how to do this?"
Chuckling lightly, "Well after you left, Reid came to me worried about your headaches..."
Emily knew about Reid's fear for his own former headaches and his constant search for treatments, she briefly heard in passing about his searches.
"Acupressure?" Emily asked, she could feel the slight chuckle in his chest "How the hell did he learn all this stuff?"
"Well when you were gone..." Hotch stalled looking at her but she made no tensed movement, "He got sick of the team babying him about his migraines. And he started looking to distract his mind with everything that happened with losing you... He got into the whole Chinese herbs and healing kick."
"Really?" Emily said turning her head to look at him, "I didn't see anything like that since I've been back."
Smiling lightly, "You should of seen him for the week he gave up coffee. That was hilarious."
Emily smiled softly, "Hey don't knock it. Giving up caffeine was the best thing ever for me..."
Hotch went back to massaging her temples, trying to control where his hands went when he heard the breathy sigh of content and pleasure.
"God you're good with your hands..." Emily said then blushed as she seen the smirk on his face, "You know what I mean."
"Uh huh" Hotch said in a non-believing tone, "Sure."
Raising an eyebrow at him, "Keep that up and I won't be massaging you."
"Excuse me?" Hotch asked pulling back looking surprised.
Biting her lower lip, "What?" Emily said, "I thought I was suppose to return the favor. You know, you scratch my back I scratch yours, shtick."
"Huh?" Hotch said clearing his throat as he tried to control his breathing, "You want to massage me?"
Emily rolled her eyes, "What? I thought it'd be fair since I kicked the crap out of you..."
"Oh, yeah" Hotch said contemplating that, "I guess it is fair."
Smirking, "You guess it seems fair?" Emily repeated, "I'll have you know that I am a master at massage. It may not be acupressure but I think I know how to work my hands on tense muscles..."
Hotch saw the slight coloring in her cheeks, as he raised an eyebrow at her,
"Oh get your mind out of the gutter Hotch" Emily said tsking him in a disappointed manner.
His hands left her head, and she gave him a look, "Your turn already?"
"Mm hmm" Hotch said turning around as he removed his suit jacket, "Try and be gentle, I seemed to have garnered a lot of bruises from a crazy woman."
Emily clamped her hand down hard on his shoulder, grinning when she heard a small yelp, "Really? Why would she do such a thing?"
Shrugging his shoulders, he was having reservations on his own massage, "I don't know..."
Emily felt him try and pull away as she added harder pressure on his shoulders as she moved her hands to loosen his muscles.
"Might it have something to do with the fact you were skulking outside my home?"
"I wasn't skulking" Hotch denied looking over at her.
"Oh please you were one window prowl away from being I.D. as the Peeping Prowler" Emily chuckled, "I could imagine the mug shot, an 'oh so serious' look. You an unsub, classic."
Hotch grumbled at that, turning his head, "You know you don't have to massage me... I'm actually feeling ok. Must of not paid attention during Morgan's recertification training..."
Emily turned his head to look at her, "You want to go another round, Hotch?"
A look flashed over his face, causing him to lick his lower lip but he shook his head. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't.
Raising an eyebrow at him, she could feel a stirring in her stomach as she seen him lick his lower lip and leaned in to kiss him, pulling back fast.
"Emily?" Hotch said surprised, "What was that for?"
Shrugging her shoulders, "For you being sweet, coming over here" Emily said, "Not complaining to bad about my kicking your ass. Wanted to make it up to you, and because I wanted to."
Smiling at that, he felt a hope raise in his chest, "You did? So all that whole kicking my ass was what, a way to get my attention?"
Emily bit her lip, "No Garcia, JJ and I were talking about the Peeping Prowler and the D.C. Masher..." Emily said, "Then I had my headache and was laying down when I saw someone lurking in my front yard..."
Pulling her forward, into a kiss, "I was lurking, I was observing from a safe distance..."
Emily chuckled as she kissed him back, "You stalker you..."
"Call it what you want" Hotch said leaning back on the couch, as he pulled her against his chest, "I still got you."
Emily smiled as she kissed his cheek, "And I still kicked your ass."
"Well we'll call it a draw for now" Hotch sighed as he felt Emily massage the back of his neck as she nuzzled his chest.
"The suspicious mind believes more than it doubts. It believes in a formidable and ineradicable evil lurking in every person." Eric Hoffer
To Be Concluded...
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