This Is The Actual Scene

this is the actual scene

thinking of me all night? you probably had nightmares then

the talent is out of this world!!🙌🏻

aaron hotchner’s floppy hair in season 1

his signature looks nothing like his name😂

“HALEY IS FILING FOR DIVORCE. I’VE BEEN SERVED.”

CM 3x14: DAMAGED

Friendly Fire

Emily thinks someone has broken into her apartment, but it's just her boyfriend coming over to surprise her.

Too bad she only figures that out after she's punched him in the face.

-x-

Hi friends!

This is a little silly, hopefully a little funny and a lot fluffy. The perfect combination for a Monday evening.

I hope you like it, and please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Warnings: Some curse words, mentions of blood

Words: 2.1k

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Emily groans as she checks the alarm clock on her nightstand, blowing out a breath as she registers the time. 

11 pm. 

She knew in the grand scheme of things it wasn’t late, not really, but the team had just got home from almost a week long case and she was exhausted. She’d got home, showered, slipped on one of Aaron’s shirts and crawled into bed. That had been almost two hours ago and she still hadn’t slept a wink. Her exhaustion made her body heavy, her limbs feeling like they were made of lead, holding her down to the mattress as she stared at the ceiling, her brain not shutting off, not letting her relax, even though she’d fought sleep on the jet home. 

Ever since Ian had torn through her life, ripping away any sense of home, of comfort, that she’d build herself she’d struggled to sleep. In Paris it had been easy at first, the painkillers she was on enough to lull her into a dreamless sleep. Then she didn’t need to take them any more and the night became longer, stretching out ahead of her until dawn would work its way through the cracks in her blinds, signalling the start of another day of her solitude. 

The inability to sleep properly had followed her home, chasing at her heels as she settled into a new apartment, desperately trying to fit back into a life that no longer felt like hers. 

It was only when she started dating Aaron, when she’d snuggle up next to him in her bed or his, she’d be able to sleep soundly. Comforted by his embrace and the safety that followed him like a cologne, warm and settling over her whenever he was nearby. In the few months they’d been together they’d rarely had a night apart, falling into a relationship neither of them knew they’d been looking for.

This was one of the rare nights they’d gone home separately. He’d been pulled into a meeting when they landed, and then had to go pick up Jack, and he’d clearly seen how tired she was. He’d smiled as he kissed her forehead and sent her home, saying he’d see her tomorrow. 

And now she couldn’t sleep. 

She sighs as she gives up, and yawns as she stands up, stretching her arms over her head, the material of his shirt skimming the very top of her thighs as she does so. She rolls her neck as she walks towards her bedroom door, determined to get a snack and then bring it back to bed. 

She’s only just in the hallway when she hears it. 

Footsteps deep in her apartment that make her freeze on the spot, brief panic capturing her breath in her chest. She shakes it off, her training kicking in and taking over. She steps into the hall, wincing as she accidentally steps on a creaky floorboard, still not entirely used to all the noises and intricacies of her relatively new apartment. None of the lights were on, the apartment bathed in darkness, and she knew she could use that to her advantage. 

She presses herself up against the wall, making herself as small as possible as she edges towards the living room where she can hear the noise coming from. She curses herself for putting her gun away, the safe in her home office, on the other side of the person in her living room, and she blows out a breath. Centering herself for a moment, worse-case scenarios taking over for a second, and she wonders if she’d actually fallen asleep. If she was caught in one of her nightmares where Ian wasn’t dead, when he still lived in the shadows of her life. Waiting for her in every corner. 

The footsteps get louder, walking towards her, and she gives it a second, keeping herself hidden until the last possible moment. She steps out, her hand forming into a fist as she punches out, hitting her would-be home invader squared in the nose. 

“Fuck.”

Her eyes go wide at the familiar voice and she curses under her breath, reaching for the light switch on the wall next to her, gasping as she switches it on.

“Aaron?”

He looks up at her, his hand cupping his nose, blood trickling through his fingers, “Hi, Em.” 

“Oh my god,” she exclaims, leading him towards the kitchen, helping him lean over the sink as she pinches the bridge of his nose, reaching for paper towels with the other hand to try and wipe away some of the blood to access the damage, “I’m so so sorry, honey.”

He groans, clearly trying to pretend it didn’t hurt as much as it did, “It’s okay,” he says, clearing his throat, grimacing at the taste of blood that had worked its way into his mouth, “I should have called first.”

She smiles as she pulls away the paper towel to get a better look at his nose, grimacing at the sight of it, “I think it’s broken,” she says, “I thought someone had broken in…I wasn’t expecting you-”

She apologises again as he hisses when she touches his skin, the pain radiating outwards from his nose across his face, “Jack was asleep by the time I got out of work and I didn’t want to wake him,” he explains, “I thought I’d come here. I know you sleep better if I’m here with you.”

Emily groans, somehow feeling worse something that she hadn’t thought was possible even just a few seconds ago and she cups his cheek as she wipes under his nose again, the blood immediately replaced. “Please stop being the best boyfriend ever for a second, it’s making me feel even worse for breaking your nose.” 

“Sorry sweetheart,” he replies, smiling, and immediately wincing at the pull of it, when she glares at him, “Sorry.” 

She shakes her head and removes the paper towel, grimacing and disposing of it on the pile of used ones next to them, “The bleeding isn’t stopping at all, I think I’m going to have to take you to the hospital,” she guides his hand to hold the paper towel there herself as she searches for her keys, remembering vaguely that she’d dumped them in the kitchen when she got home earlier. 

“Em-”

“You’re not arguing with me on this,” she says, not looking at him, still looking for her keys, “You’re bleeding and you need to get looked at.” 

“Not that,” he says, raising his eyebrows as she looks at him, his eyes flicking down to her legs, “You’re not wearing pants.” 

She looks down and sighs at the sight of her bare legs sticking out from below the shirt she’d stolen from him. “Right,” she says, clearing her throat as she looks back up at him, “Pants. Then hospital.” 

___

“They are taking forever,” she says, popping her head around the curtain that separated their cubicle from the next. 

“Em, it’s fine,” Aaron replies, his voice slightly muffled by the ice pack he was holding to his face. He reaches his spare hand out to her and beckons her over. She huffs out a breath and walks over, linking their fingers together as she sits on the edge of his bed, “They probably have bigger cases to deal with.” 

She hums, not sure what would be more important than her boyfriend’s broken nose, his pain and discomfort removing all sense from her brain. Especially since she’d been the one to cause it. She looks at him and she places her hand over his one the icepack. 

“Here, let me do that,” she says, smiling as he lets his hand drop away from it. She chews on her lower lip at the sight of the bruising that was already appearing under his eyes, something she knew would be much worse by morning, “Honey-”

“You don’t have to keep apologising you know,” he says, squeezing the hand that was wrapped around his, “I know you didn’t mean to do it.” 

“I do have to keep apologising,” she insists, “I broke your nose.” 

“By accident,” he replies, and she sighs, closing her eyes as she shakes her head. He runs his thumb back and forth on the heel of her hand, trying to rub comfort into her skin, “Sweetheart, one day we’ll laugh about this.” 

She looks at him and raises her eyebrow, “Really?”

“Well, maybe once the swelling has gone down,” he clarifies, pleased when he drags a smile out of her, “I’m sorry I scared you.” 

She sighs, his apology feeling misplaced, “You-”

“You thought I was Ian didn’t you?” 

She stares at him for a moment and she considers lying. The words caught in her chest, ready to break free, an old coping habit she couldn’t always stop. She couldn’t bring herself to lie to him, not when he’d asked so tenderly, when he was looking at her so lovingly even though she’d hit him when defending herself from a phantom that hadn’t been there. 

“Yes,” she admits, her cheeks burning with embarrassment she hates, “I did,” she looks down at their joint hands, loving how their fingers fit together so perfectly. If she believed in soul mates, if she truly thought that there was one person out there for everyone, she’d know he was hers, “I know it’s stupid-”

“It’s not stupid,” he says, cutting over her, encouraging her to move the ice pack away so they can look at each other properly. He sees how her eyes flash with sadness at the sight of his nose, and he can only imagine what he looks like, “I still sometimes think of Foyet when I hear a noise I can’t place,” he tucks her hair behind her ear, “These things take time.” 

She nods, turning her face to kiss his palm, “Okay,” she says, kissing his palm again, “I’m not going to stop apologising any time soon though, okay?”

Aaron chuckles and he nods, “Sure, sweetheart. But just know I forgive you.” 

She smiles, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead, “That’s a shame,” she says as she pulls back, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, “I was going to say this puts me in some serious blow job arrears.”  

There’s a beat of silence and he clears his throat, “Okay, maybe I haven’t completely forgiven you.” 

She laughs, but her response is cut off by a doctor clearing his throat, the expression on his face when they both turn to look at him letting them know just how much of their conversation he’d heard.

___

“Are you sure you don’t need any painkillers?”

Aaron smiles at her and shakes his head, “Sweetheart, I’m fine,” he says, “Now get into bed, it’s late,” he looks at the alarm clock and grimaces, 4 am blinking back at him, “Or early I guess.” 

She sighs and takes off her pants, crawling into bed next to him, resting her head on his chest, and smiling as he wraps his arms around her. She tilts her head to kiss his jaw and then settles back down. 

“I never said thank you for coming over,” she says, running her hand up and down his t-shirt covered chest, “It’s really sweet.”

“I sleep better when I’m with you too,” he replies, running his fingers through her hair, “Although, I think the broken nose might make even that tricky for a week or two.” 

She looks up at him, her glare obvious even in the dark of her bedroom, “Not funny yet,” she says, and he nods, pulling her in for a kiss, wincing as he pulls back and she pouts slightly, “I’m going to miss the kissing.”

He frowns, “Why is the kissing going anywhere?” 

She rolls her eyes, “It clearly hurts you-” 

He cuts her off as he pulls her in for another kiss, barely covering a wince as it ends, “Worth it.” 

She shakes her head at him, “You’re ridiculous,” she says, smiling as she pushes her fingers through his hair, “I love you.”

Aaron smiles, “I love you too,” he replies, and she settles back onto his chest, “You know what would stop this from happening again?” He asks, running his fingers through her hair.

“You calling when you’re on your way?”

He chuckles, “Well that,” he says, taking a deep breath before he carries on, unexpected nerves filling his chest, “Or, we could move in together. Then you’d always be expecting me.” 

She hides a smile in his chest before she looks up at him, her chin resting on his shoulder, “I’d like that,” she says, kissing him gently, a delicate thing against his bottom lip, “I’d love that.” 

“Me too,” he replies. She settles back down on his chest, curling herself around him like a vine, sighing contentedly, feeling the sleep that had eluded her all night finally settling over her. “I’m not sure how we’ll convince the others you didn’t punch me because I asked you to move in with me.” 

“Aaron.” 

-x-

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hi my friend!

just thought I would send you a message to say I love you. I’m so glad we’ve become such good friends and that we continue to find new things we have in common everyday (today it was cilantro tasting like soap). you are a beautiful person inside and out who is always looking out for others and making those around you smile. I know you are going to do such amazing things in your future and help so many people. anyways sorry for being super sappy but thank you for making the world a better place💛✨

(ps. maisy and louie love you too)

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Izzy you are such a kind and funny and radiant and courteous and beautiful soul thank you so much for giving me the honour of being your friend and letting me have the pleasure of speaking to you every day I really love our conversations and we do continue to find things in common 🥹 thank you so much for everything you said here and for being such a good friend to me! I love you so much sweetheart <3! ✨ we shall be twins until the end of time. 👯