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EIGHTEEN. VEGAS

DAISY DUSTED THE DIRT OFF OF HER PANTS AND WIPED HER SWEATY BROW WITH HER SLEEVE. She watched from beside Hotch as Michael Bridges reunited with his parents after almost two days being held captive. She couldn't help but smile, thankful for the happy ending. They didn't get those too often.

It had been almost three months since the Sepatarian Ranch incident. Time had passed so quickly at the BAU, each case more extreme and emotionally tolling than the next. The majority of Daisy's free time had been dedicated to sleeping, drinking and avoiding the fact that her sister was progressively getting worse. She hadn't visited her in a while, knowing that she'd only leave the hospital sadder than when she arrived. Still, she paid the bills and let Beanie think she didn't exist, as if that would make everything easier.

"You think he'll be okay?" she asked Hotch, shielding her eyes from the sun as she saw the mother and father embrace their son tight enough that he might never leave them again. They'd surprisingly been getting along on this case, which raised some eyebrows from Emily and Rossi, who saw them walking in together. Of course, Daisy had to explain the whole situation about the supermarket and the rain, but they just smiled and pretended she was telling the truth.

"Yes, I believe so," Hotch nodded. He couldn't help but think of Jack back home. He missed his boy every moment they were apart, and he felt stabs of guilt every time he had to leave for work. But, that was what the had always done. It may have been too much for Haley, but it was all Jack had known. "I can't say the same about the parents, though."

Daisy sighed softly, turning on her heel and walking around the house with Hotch in tow. She quickly found Derek and Spencer speaking quietly between themselves, and she tucked her hands in her pockets, joining them with a small smile. "Hey, guys."

"Hey," Spencer smiled back. Daisy could see that something was off with her friend. It had been the case the whole time they were in his home city; he'd been having nightmares, and had only mentioned the basic details to her when she asked. Something about a young boy being murdered in a basement, and him finding the body too late. She could tell that it was seriously effecting his mental health, but she knew better than to press the issue. "Hotch, do you think it would be possible to wait until tomorrow to return home?"

Hotch nodded, before looking at Derek. "Do you think you could find something to do in Las Vegas for the night?"

Daisy found herself staring at the side of Hotch's head, and he glanced back at her for a second. They then both quickly averted their eyes.

Derek looked over at Daisy with a grin, thankfully not catching the brief moment between her and Hotch. "What do you say, Alvarez? Ready to get your freak on?"

Daisy chuckled, trying to ignore Hotch's presence beside her. There had been a shift in the tension between them since the ranch. They still bickered, but there was something different about it all. She realised that since he'd accepted the fact that she was part of the BAU family, he didn't hover as much as he used to.

Tucking her hands in her pockets, and smiled up at Derek. "More than ready, Morgan. The better question is, are you ready?"

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"Damn, you sure know how to clean up," Emily whistled as she walked into Daisy's hotel room, seeing the agent fixing her hair in the bathroom mirror. She wore a black dress that fell just above her knee, knowing that Derek planned on drinking and going out after the team went to dinner.

Daisy grinned, looking in the mirror and seeing her friend wearing a crisp white shirt and black pants. "You're not looking too bad yourself, Prentiss."

Emily chuckled, leaning against the sink. She crossed her arms over her chest, a knowing smile on her lips. "Any reason you're looking so pretty?"

Daisy's eyes flickered over briefly, meeting Emily's gaze. She scoffed, knowing exactly what the woman was getting at. "I'm not sleeping with Hotch again, if that's what you're thinking."

"I didn't say anything," Emily raised her hands in the air, though she was thoroughly amused. "But you can't tell me that you and the boss haven't been getting...close."

"Shut up!" Daisy threw a makeup brush at the woman, rolling her eyes, though a smile tempted her lips. "And you should be glad we're not trying to kill each other anymore."

"Either way," Emily snickered, watching as Daisy raced around to grab her bag and phone. She then stopped and sent the older woman a thumbs up. Emily walked over and linked their arms together, walking out the door. "Whoever you get with tonight is gonna be one lucky bastard."

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Hotch hadn't stopped staring at Daisy since she and Emily walked into the restaurant. He'd tried his best to keep it subtle, but even the members of the team who didn't know their...history had a hard time not picking up on the boss' actions. Daisy was the only one who didn't really bother to pay attention. She wasn't on the job, so she was more focused on shovelling the food in her mouth, knowing it was going on the FBI credit card.

"So what's the plan for tonight, Alvarez?" Derek nudged her, catching the woman's attention. She'd sat through an hour of conversation with her colleagues, laughing and chatting about irrelevant topics. She didn't mind staying around a little longer. The cocktails were good, too. "Looking to get some?"

Daisy's eyes flickered to Hotch's for a split second, but she turned away just as quick. She smiled, biting down on her straw as she felt the alcohol starting to hit her. "We'll see, Morgan. I'm not sure if Vegas can handle me."

Derek laughed, raising his glass towards her. Hotch shifted a little in his seat, which was caught by both Emily and Rossi. "Well, good luck to you, baby."

Daisy grinned, clinking her drink against Derek's. She then stood up and brushed her dress off, clearing her throat. "I'll be back in a sec, just gotta go to the bathroom."

Everyone waved her away, and she wandered past the bar, where she made eye contact with a particularly attractive man. He straightened up when he saw her, and walked over with a drink in his hand. "Hey there. I'm Sam."

"Daisy," Daisy smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. The man, Sam, was slightly taller than her, but not as tall as Hotch.

Why was she comparing the two?

"So, you from around here?" Sam asked in a low, smooth voice. He had stubble crawling across his chin and a soft, kind face. From first impressions, he was Daisy's type to a tee. "I frequent this place, and I haven't seen you around."

"I'm from Virginia," she replied, letting him lead her back to the bar, where he called over the bartender. She gave the woman her order and smiled as Sam went to pay. "I'm here for work, leaving tomorrow."

Sam pouted. "Guess we'll have to make tonight last then, huh?"

Daisy spared a glance over to the table of her coworkers, seeing that Hotch wasn't looking her way. She looked back at Sam, and grinned. "It looks that way."

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Fifteen minutes later, and Daisy decided that Sam wasn't the right guy. He talked about himself...a lot. It seemed when he mentioned that he was a regular at the restaurant, he meant it, as the staff seemed rather annoyed that they was constantly called on when they had numerous other customers to attend to.

"I should probably get back to my team," she smiled after finishing her drink. Sam groaned, reaching out to take her hand. Daisy pretended she didn't notice, getting back to her feet and turning to go to the bathroom like she originally intended. "It was nice meeting you, Sam."

"Yeah, you too," Sam sighed, looking around for a woman who might actually tolerate him long enough to sleep with him.

Daisy made it to the bathroom without any further interruptions. The restaurant didn't have stalls, instead just one unisex and one for wheelchair accessibility. She did her business and washed her hands, before staring at her reflection in the mirror. She had managed to keep tidy for the most part, though she reached into her purse and took out her gloss, reapplying it and popping her lips.

She stood with her hands either side of the sink, her thoughts travelling to Hotch, and how good he looked that night. She shook her head and scoffed. "Don't do that to yourself, Daisy. Bad idea, bad idea."

She reached for the door and opened it, before jumping in surprise when she saw Hotch standing there, slightly pink in the face. He looked as if he had something to say, and Daisy stood still, staring at him.

There were no words between them, just an abundance of tension that needed to be taken care of. Daisy's lips parted, and she felt the familiar fluttering in her stomach as she looked at Hotch. She felt her lips twitch, and she raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to-"

Hotch stepped forward without warning and grabbed either side of her face, his lips crashing onto hers with a passion he didn't know he was capable of. Daisy was taken by surprise, but she quickly adjusted, backing into the bathroom once more and letting Hotch shutting the door behind them.

Pushed up against the wall, Daisy found herself giggling at Hotch's intensity. It was clear to her now that she wasn't the only one who wanted this so bad. He pressed kisses to her neck, though he was more careful not to leave hickeys this time. "How many beers have you had?"

"Shut up," Hotch mumbled against her skin, his hands travelling downwards. Daisy grinned, one hand tangling in his hair and the other slithering down his chest. He pushed himself close so that there was no space between them, their bodies seeming to mould together like two pieces of a puzzle. Daisy closed her eyes as he nipped at a spot behind her ear, before she brought him back up to kiss him again. He was rough, yet not forceful in any sense. His hands tightened around her waist as he paused. "You're not gonna get with the other guy, are you?"

It was more of a rhetorical question, and Daisy smirked as she pulled away, slowly lifting her thumb to wipe the lipgloss from his face. They maintained eye contact the whole time, which only excited her more. "You think I can handle more than one jerk at a time?"

Hotch rolled his eyes, his hand moving to grab hers. "C'mon, the team's leaving. They sent me to come and get you."

"Oh?" Daisy got a quick look in the mirror, fixing her hair as they left the bathroom. She couldn't believe the boldness of her boss - he didn't seem like the kind of person to do what he just did. "And here I thought you came because you missed me."

"Don't push it," Hotch squeezed her hand, before letting it go as they turned the corner. The team were standing outside, talking amongst each other as they waited. Once the two agents stepped out, Emily and Rossi were the first to look over.

"That was quick," Rossi commented, grinning when Hotch sent a cold glare his way. He and Emily looked at each other, before they turned to JJ and Derek. "I'll see you guys tomorrow, I'm too old for all that Vegas crap."

"I'm not," Derek laughed, before turning his attention to Daisy. "You ready, Alvarez?"

Daisy thought for a moment. Did she go back to the hotel and cause suspicion, or join Derek and Emily and end up with someone she had no attachment to?

Clearing her throat and not sparing a look at Hotch, she forced a smile on her face. "Let's go!"

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dedicated to -voidsantaklaus !!!

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I don't write smut so this is probably the closest we'll get but uhhh hotch can rail me thank you very much and goodnight

I'm not sure about an update tomorrow but I've done three today so pls forgive me in advance xoxoxoxoxo

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also!! these were the two songs I had on repeat for this scene and I feel like they're great cause they're lowkey sexc but also very upbeat and that kinda sums up the dynamic between daisy and hotch

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