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The Blue Skies We Wait On

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-There Is A First Time For Everything-

(The Color In Anything/ First Meeting)



The first time Emily Prentiss runs into Aaron Hotchner she's on her way home from a party.

It's six a.m. when she stumbles through the back door, completely and utterly wasted, setting off the alarm the second she pushes the door open. Her sight's all blurry when she types in her code, but for some reason the blaring won't stop.

"What the fuck," she slurs angrily, trying her code again, slower this time, making sure she hits the right buttons. But the alarm won't stop.

With a frown growing on her face Emily tries once more, quietly cursing under her breath, wondering if she mixed up the numbers somehow. She must have.

He shows up out of nowhere, at first nothing but a shadow to her right when he reaches past her to silence the alarm.

"Thank god," Emily murmurs, stumbling backwards to get a better look at the man next to her. Should she know him?

He's tall, with dark hair and dark eyes and a serious expression on his face. Dressed in a black tailored suit with a red tie, starring at her questioningly.

"Who are you?" he asks, and it's only then that Emily realizes he's also pointing his gun at her. Drunk and high as she is, she can't help but laugh.

"Probably not who you expected," she jokes, trying to sound sober. She really shouldn't have had that last bottle of wine. She shouldn't have had anything to begin with.

"I'm Aaron Hotchner, Ambassador Prentiss' Head of Security, and who are you?"

Emily blinks, wondering if her mother mentioned something about this. Maybe. It's not like she listens when her mother talks. It's not that her mother takes the time to talk to her in the first place.

"I'm Aleyna, the housekeeper's daughter," Emily lies, promising to make it up to Aleyna later.

It's brief, but there's a flicker of amusement in the security guy's eyes. Does he know she's lying?

"Is it normal that you sneak in at six in the morning?" he asks, still watching her carefully, but finally holstering his gun.

Emily ignores him and makes her way through the kitchen towards the fridge, anxious not to stumble in her state. She feels him watching her as she grabs herself a bottle of water, and she has to fight the urge to look back at him.

"Make sure my name is on your list," she says, and takes a sip from her water. "The Ambassador won't be pleased if her staff get shot in the kitchen. Just imagine the press."

His chuckle follows her on her way out.


She runs into him a second time that day.

"Aleyna, was it?" he asks, and the way he says the name makes clear that he already knows who she really is.

"The housekeeper does have a daughter with that name," Emily answers without so much as a blink, and Aaron nods.

"I know. She's on the list." Despite the seriousness of his appearance, there's laughter in his eyes.

"Are you going to tell my mother?" Emily asks, surprised when he shakes his head.

"That's not what I'm here for, but for the future, be careful about who you run into. Especially when you're intoxicated." He gives her one last look before continuing down the hall, heading straight for her mother's office.

"Why?" Emily can't stop herself from asking.

He stops, turns. "I'm sorry?"

"Why should I be careful?" she asks. Intrigued by the way he's looking at her. It's so different than what she's used to. It's neither disapproving nor is it lewd. It's something else; it's almost-

"You could get hurt," he answers matter of factly. "With your upbringing you might not be able to see it, but out there," he points at the front door, "not everyone means well."

For a moment she's stunned. And not just because he's wrong. And he is wrong.

"I shouldn't have talked to you like that," he starts suddenly, running his hand through his hair in a nervous gesture, and Emily spots his wedding band glittering in the dim light. "I'm sorry," he adds, slightly uncomfortable, and Emily thinks this must be his first assignment.

She says nothing, only wishes she would see the innocence he had when he'd looked at her.


But she can't.