She'd invited the team over for dinner, but Henry had gotten a cold at the last minute, so JJ had cancelled. Rossi had declined graciously, winking as he said he had a prior commitment so Kate figured he had a date.
Somehow in the last hour, Reid, Garcia, and Morgan had texted that they couldn't make it either, so that's how she came to be opening the door to just Aaron Hotchner on her door step.
She was too flustered to realize what had just happened-they'd been set up. The team had waited until the last second to cancel, making sure that Hotch was already on the way.
So here they were, just the two of them.
Hotch held out a bottle of wine. "I didn't know what to bring," he admitted. She took it; Cabernet. Nice, she liked red.
"Come in," she said. "I have a ridiculous amount of lasagna prepared."
"I can't believe everyone really canceled," he said, following her into the kitchen.
She shrugged, feeling how hot her face was, wondering if he could tell. She grabbed the salad bowl to toss it again, but when she turned around Hotch was way closer than she expected.
"I'm sorry," he said, holding up his hands. "I was trying to subtly slide past you to the sink but I failed."
"Go for it," she said, her cheeks flushing even hotter.
He did, and she suddenly saw that he looked a little hot under the collar as well. She grabbed a wine opener, figuring she'd pour them some, and hopefully loosen them up a little, but she somehow again found herself standing way closer to Hotch than she'd ever intended.
But she'd wanted.
She stared up at him. "I needed a, uh, wine opener," she said, voice husky. "Let me get out of your way."
"Yeah," he said, but neither moved. She licked her lips, realizing how dry her mouth suddenly was, and didn't miss the way his eyes followed the motion.
"I should open the wine," she said, finally started to slide past him, but his arm swung out, and he pulled her into his arms. She buried her face in his chest, terrified she'd kiss him if she didn't, and terrified that he'd kiss her back.
They really couldn't afford to start something like this...could they?
Hotch slowly pulled away. "Let me open the wine," he said.
"I'll serve the salad," she blurted, handing him the opener, and walking swiftly to the other side of the table to grab the salad bowl.