Fanfic written by mcgarrygirl78 on livejournal.com.
A funny and short one, yes H/P, but also the Team. ;)
Enjoy! :D
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I will see your ten, and…” Emily looked at her cards. “Raise you 20.”
“Well its getting hot now, folks.” Derek fanned himself, laughed, and drank his beer.
Hotch looked at his cards, Emily, and his cards again. Reid leaned close to whisper.
“I don’t think she is bluffing Hotch.”
The Unit Chief would not be swayed. She had the best poker face he had ever seen but he would follow his gut. This was definitely his game…Emily Prentiss was going down. She’d gotten him before but not again.
“I see your 20,” he put the money on the table. “And raise you 50.”
“That’s it Hotch,” Rossi said. “Make her feel it.”
“I call.”
“Trip nines.” Hotch laid his cards on the table, unable to contain his smirk. He would finally have his revenge.
“I'm a little new to this game. A full house beats that, right?”
JJ, Garcia, and Derek laughed as the grin faded from Hotch’s face.
“It certainly does.” Rossi replied.
“It looks like you're $150 richer, Prentiss.” Hotch said.
“And you're without an undershirt now. Take it off, SSA Hotchner.”
Groaning, Hotch lifted the tee shirt over his head and tossed it in her direction. He didn’t like being a sore loser but soon he wouldn’t have any clothes left. Damn Emily Prentiss and her perfect poker face.
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Damn Emily Prentiss and her perfect poker face. --> Loved this line :)
I want to see that once on TV. I mean Hotch lifting he's shirt! OMG!! :D
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