You're the Cream in My Coffee [FanFic]
Title: You're the Cream in My Coffee
Author: Tooks
Pairing: Hotch/Prentiss
Rating: FRC
Prompt: "Coffee" by criminal_prompt
Summary: Emily shows up at Hotch's for comfort and coffee...and some comedy.
Notes: This is based on the prompt of "Coffee" by criminal_prompt. Slight Season 5 spoilers possible. (And, yes, I took the title from a song title, haha!)
Hotch returned to the apartment after dropping Jack off at his aunt’s after a whole weekend with the boy. It wasn’t often Hotch got a full weekend with his son but, when he did, he always felt two things after: blissful and exhausted.
He reset the alarm, went to turn the TV on, and then headed into his room down the hall to change out of his clothing into sweats and a tee before he checked the time on the cable box. 10:43PM. His brow pulled together a touch as he went to check his cell phone for any missed calls or messages he might’ve overlooked in driving Jack. There was nothing. He’d expected Emily to give him a call after attending some big fundraising gala she’d been coerced into by her mother, but he didn’t worry yet since he wasn’t sure when it ended and some could go past midnight.
Despite thoughts on doing some paperwork the agent found he was too tired and so went to flip through the channels for something to watch. He stopped when he found, much to his delight, Monty Python’s Life of Brian…he’d always had a soft spot for the Monty Python troupe, them and Mel Brooks. He lay down on the couch to watch while he awaited Emily’s call and soon drifted off to a sound sleep.
***
The knock on the door, soft as it was, still succeeded in waking the man from his slumber. Hotch groaned some at being woken up, but he forced himself to the door anyway just in case it might actually be someone or something relevant. Peering through the peephole he was more than a little surprised to see Emily standing on the other side in the hallway. He’d expected a call, not a visit. He disarmed his security system once more before going to unlock and open the door. “Emily?” he asked, still half asleep.
“Yeah…sorry,” Emily replied with a slight smile, “I know I was supposed to call but,” she shrugged, “I didn’t.”
“No, no that’s fine.” A little strange, but fine by Hotch. The man stepped aside and held the door open for her to slip inside his home before closing, locking, and once again arming the door. “So,” he turned back to Emily, “how was the fundraiser?”
“Could I have a drink?” Emily asked without answering his question.
“Sure, of course,” Hotch quickly moved towards the kitchen, “coffe?”
“Only if it’s got liquor in it.”
“That bad?” Hotch asked as he took out glasses, turned on the pot to reheat the coffee already there, and then pulled out a liquor bottle from an upper cupboard over the fridge (one he knew Jack could never get to even with his tendency to climb when determined).
Emily gave a sigh as she shrugged her coat off, “Awful, the only thing that could’ve made it worse was Strauss showing up.”
A small smile passed over Hotch’s lips while he listened and prepared the, he hoped uplifting, concoction. "Yikes," he replied as a mean of encouraging her to continue.
“I told my mother to never invite me to one of those things again.”
“How many times is that?”
“Of asking her to take me off the mental invite list?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know,” Emily slumped on the couch with a near groan, “But this one involved me cursing while speaking to her and that’s only happened twice since I was a teen.”
As Hotch stepped back out and headed to Emily his smile was subdued, but still there, “Here you go,” he handed one of the glasses to the woman who took a big first sip. The man’s smile finally faded when he grew concerned that she'd burn her mouth and came to the realization of how miserable the event must’ve been for Emily. “Wow, it really was bad, wasn’t it?” he commented, going to sit beside the woman.
“You would not believe,” Emily said with a slight roll of her eyes before looking at Hotch, “My father showed up.”
Hotch knew her enough about her, her past, and her personal life now to know what that meant. It meant whatever tension she had with her parents was increased tenfold, that she became the prize for mother and father to fight over and, no matter her move, her disposition, someone took it personally. “You know you…you can’t let them get to you Emily,” he spoke as he put his arm around her shoulder in a sign of support and consolation.
“And you know that’s easier said than done, Aaron,” Emily said as she rested her head against the man’s shoulder, trying to let him comfort her when they both knew she needed it.
The man gave a nod and went to take a sip of his coffee as the two sat on the couch only vaguely watching the TV. Finally Hotch spoke once more, “It’s a little ridiculous, them fighting over you.”
“Childish.” Emily nodded softly.
“No, pointless,” Hotch replied before taking another sip from his mug and then smiling down at her, “We both know you’re my girl and no one else’s.”
Emily gave a soft laugh, “I am, am I?”
“Of course.” The agent never gave any indication he was joking aside from a small hint of amusement in his eyes.
Emily laughed a touch more then gave a content sigh as she smiled at the movie on the screen. “I love these. They’re classics.”
“I always thought so.”
"Comedy is simply a funny way of being serious." ~ Peter Ustinov
Author: Tooks
Pairing: Hotch/Prentiss
Rating: FRC
Prompt: "Coffee" by criminal_prompt
Summary: Emily shows up at Hotch's for comfort and coffee...and some comedy.
Notes: This is based on the prompt of "Coffee" by criminal_prompt. Slight Season 5 spoilers possible. (And, yes, I took the title from a song title, haha!)
Hotch returned to the apartment after dropping Jack off at his aunt’s after a whole weekend with the boy. It wasn’t often Hotch got a full weekend with his son but, when he did, he always felt two things after: blissful and exhausted.
He reset the alarm, went to turn the TV on, and then headed into his room down the hall to change out of his clothing into sweats and a tee before he checked the time on the cable box. 10:43PM. His brow pulled together a touch as he went to check his cell phone for any missed calls or messages he might’ve overlooked in driving Jack. There was nothing. He’d expected Emily to give him a call after attending some big fundraising gala she’d been coerced into by her mother, but he didn’t worry yet since he wasn’t sure when it ended and some could go past midnight.
Despite thoughts on doing some paperwork the agent found he was too tired and so went to flip through the channels for something to watch. He stopped when he found, much to his delight, Monty Python’s Life of Brian…he’d always had a soft spot for the Monty Python troupe, them and Mel Brooks. He lay down on the couch to watch while he awaited Emily’s call and soon drifted off to a sound sleep.
***
The knock on the door, soft as it was, still succeeded in waking the man from his slumber. Hotch groaned some at being woken up, but he forced himself to the door anyway just in case it might actually be someone or something relevant. Peering through the peephole he was more than a little surprised to see Emily standing on the other side in the hallway. He’d expected a call, not a visit. He disarmed his security system once more before going to unlock and open the door. “Emily?” he asked, still half asleep.
“Yeah…sorry,” Emily replied with a slight smile, “I know I was supposed to call but,” she shrugged, “I didn’t.”
“No, no that’s fine.” A little strange, but fine by Hotch. The man stepped aside and held the door open for her to slip inside his home before closing, locking, and once again arming the door. “So,” he turned back to Emily, “how was the fundraiser?”
“Could I have a drink?” Emily asked without answering his question.
“Sure, of course,” Hotch quickly moved towards the kitchen, “coffe?”
“Only if it’s got liquor in it.”
“That bad?” Hotch asked as he took out glasses, turned on the pot to reheat the coffee already there, and then pulled out a liquor bottle from an upper cupboard over the fridge (one he knew Jack could never get to even with his tendency to climb when determined).
Emily gave a sigh as she shrugged her coat off, “Awful, the only thing that could’ve made it worse was Strauss showing up.”
A small smile passed over Hotch’s lips while he listened and prepared the, he hoped uplifting, concoction. "Yikes," he replied as a mean of encouraging her to continue.
“I told my mother to never invite me to one of those things again.”
“How many times is that?”
“Of asking her to take me off the mental invite list?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know,” Emily slumped on the couch with a near groan, “But this one involved me cursing while speaking to her and that’s only happened twice since I was a teen.”
As Hotch stepped back out and headed to Emily his smile was subdued, but still there, “Here you go,” he handed one of the glasses to the woman who took a big first sip. The man’s smile finally faded when he grew concerned that she'd burn her mouth and came to the realization of how miserable the event must’ve been for Emily. “Wow, it really was bad, wasn’t it?” he commented, going to sit beside the woman.
“You would not believe,” Emily said with a slight roll of her eyes before looking at Hotch, “My father showed up.”
Hotch knew her enough about her, her past, and her personal life now to know what that meant. It meant whatever tension she had with her parents was increased tenfold, that she became the prize for mother and father to fight over and, no matter her move, her disposition, someone took it personally. “You know you…you can’t let them get to you Emily,” he spoke as he put his arm around her shoulder in a sign of support and consolation.
“And you know that’s easier said than done, Aaron,” Emily said as she rested her head against the man’s shoulder, trying to let him comfort her when they both knew she needed it.
The man gave a nod and went to take a sip of his coffee as the two sat on the couch only vaguely watching the TV. Finally Hotch spoke once more, “It’s a little ridiculous, them fighting over you.”
“Childish.” Emily nodded softly.
“No, pointless,” Hotch replied before taking another sip from his mug and then smiling down at her, “We both know you’re my girl and no one else’s.”
Emily gave a soft laugh, “I am, am I?”
“Of course.” The agent never gave any indication he was joking aside from a small hint of amusement in his eyes.
Emily laughed a touch more then gave a content sigh as she smiled at the movie on the screen. “I love these. They’re classics.”
“I always thought so.”
"Comedy is simply a funny way of being serious." ~ Peter Ustinov