Emily/Hotch: Anywhere but Here

written by Montiese, lairofthemuses@LJ.



“Don’t turn around.”

“Oh my God, why?” Emily asked, groaning. “I hate when this happens. Is it someone I went to high school with? Oh Lord, is it an ex? I just wanted to have a quiet evening tonight.”

“It’s your Unit Chief.” Her stepmother replied.

“Hotch?” Emily turned around so fast she nearly got whiplash.

“Emily.” Natalie scolded.

They were both watching him now, partially concealed by greenery. Emily met her stepmother for dinner that evening at Camille in Chevy Chase, Maryland. It was their favorite restaurant because there...

Written by cmaddict on fanfiction.net.
Story placed right after Minimal Loss 4x03.



She looks horrible, Hotch thought grimly as he watched Emily and Reid talk quietly in a secluded corner of the plane.

And Emily Prentiss certainly did look horrible. A wicked-looking bruise covered about half of her face, and she walked favoring her left side. The EMT at the scene had told her she probably had a couple of fractured ribs, but in typical Emily fashion, she’d refused any pain killers other than generic Tylenol.

Hotch sighed and shifted in his seat, his dark eyes never leaving the solemn pair in the...

Fanfic written by dukeblue on fanfiction.net.



Hotch had always been the strong one, the one who kept things together and focused. It had been that way his entire life – from the time his dad died, and he’d become the man of the house, the rock for his mom to lean on and the example for his brother to emulate.

They’d arrived at the command post outside the compound to assume control of the situation – and Hotch immediately recognized the need to have an expert negotiator in control. With the emotional investment he had – two of his agents among the hostages – that choice was not him....

Written by Kavi Leighanna on fanfiction.net

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White, light, white, dark, dark, dry cleaners...

It was Emily’s turn to do the laundry and she was most definitely taking advantage of an extremely rare Sunday afternoon to do it. Who knew the next time they’d have this kind of time? Emily knew when to take a gift as it was offered and she was certainly going to do it now. Even if she’d rather be cuddled on the couch with Hotch than cooped up in the laundry room. Still, between them they’d probably accumulated the equivalent of a two week’s worth of laundry for a family of four and there...