S7E7- There’s No Place Like Home
“Hey, what are you doing?” Hotch protested as two surprisingly strong arms wrapped around his waist and began shoving him towards the exit.
“Taking you to get something to eat. You haven’t eaten since yesterday and we just went through a tornado.” Emily was grinning, which drove him mad. He tried to wiggle out of her grip and instead only made himself look like a stumbling mess.
“I’m fine, Prentiss,” he hoped using her last name would make his out-of-breath plea sound more like a command. It didn’t. “Let me go!”
Morgan looked up at the scuffle, noting proudly that Emily seemed to have their Unit Chief neatly under control. “You taking him out to eat? Good, he hasn’t eaten since yesterday. Bring me back, something, alright?”
Hotch managed to flash a scowl at the agent who went back to his paperwork as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. He looked at Rossi desperately. “Me too,” the senior agent added before turning away.
Hotch huffed, feeling betrayed and abandoned. At last he relented. Emily’s grip let up when he stopped squirming, but she still kept a firm hand around his waist. She beamed up at him. “You ready?” Torn between angered at her insolence and humbled by her concern, he put on his usual furrowed brow as she led him out of the station. Her smile broadened. “Good!”