Hotchniss One Shots

When We're Alone

A/N: I just want to say thank you for supporting my new series. I've never done short stories/one-shots, I really appreciate the support I'm getting from you guys! Please vote, and comment any critiques you have and one-shot ideas you may have. I'm open to pretty much everything!
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"Those bitches." Emily hissed under her breath.

She looked aimlessly around for her two friends who left her in the middle of a party. Emily was now a sophomore in college at Boston University. She finally made friends with JJ and Penelope at a previous college party. The three immediately clicked and have been inseparable ever since. But tonight her friends disappeared into the sea of people and cheap booze.

Emily could barely hear herself think over the loud music. Luckily, she'd only had a couple drinks, as she continued looking left and right, pushing through the crowd. The brunette finally made it to a small clearing in a hallway. The next thing she felt was her cold drink spilled all over her black, lace bodysuit and black jeans. She looked down at her now soaking wet clothes in disgust. "Ever used your eyes before?" She asked annoyed, not taking her eyes off her clothes.

"You ran into me." A cold, low voice said.

Emily looks up to meet a pair of brown eyes. She scanned the guy up and down with her own eyes. He was very tall and well built. He had short brown hair and was clad in a navy dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up halfway and a pair of black jeans. The guy looked Emily up and down as well for a couples reasons: To look at the severity of the mess he'd created and to look at the gorgeous woman in front of him.

The woman before him was tall with raven hair and dark brown eyes. Despite her height, she still maintained a small frame. She was wearing a low cut, black, lace bodysuit and tight, ripped, black jeans. Her hair fell just below her breasts and was curled. Even in the low light, he could see the sheen of the beer that had spilled all over her top and pants. As he looked up and down, he couldn't help but stare at her chest. He found it difficult to look away. He knew she'd notice soon. He knew it.

The guy quickly brought his eyes to meet her face once again. "I'm sorry." She sighed. "I just really liked this top."

"No, it's fine. I should've been looking where I was going. But these kinds of things are bound to happen at college parties. You probably shouldn't wear something so...nice looking." The guy said scanning her body once more. When he brought his gaze back up to the woman, she was eyeing him suspiciously. He held his hand out to her. "I'm Aaron."

She shook his hand. "I'm Emily Prentiss." She said with a smile.

"God, her smile is beautiful!" Aaron thought.

"You got a last name Aaron?"

"Hotchner."

Emily simply nodded awkwardly. "Hey, can you help me find something to get this stain out?"

"Uh, yeah. Follow me."

Aaron started walking away, but Emily remained in her place. He turned around and walked back towards her. "Are you coming?"

"How do I know you're not going to try and murder me?" She asked suspiciously.

Aaron scoffed. "It's my apartment." I said in a matter of fact tone crossing his arms.

"So? You could still kill me. It's a loud party, and everyone is drunk off their asses. No one would hear me scream." She shrugged.

A small smirk appeared on Aaron's lips, showing his dimples which almost made Emily's knees go weak. "You're a criminology major aren't you?" Aaron asked confidently.