ELEVEN

unedited



ELEVEN. BACK AT THE BAU


DAISY WAS THANKFUL FOR TURTLENECK SEASON. Walking into the BAU on Monday with fading hickeys dotted across her body could have been an absolute disaster had she not covered herself in concealer, a high collared top and a thick woollen scarf.


"You look warm," Emily chuckled as Daisy flew through the bullpen, sweat beading at her forehead. She was red in the face and breathing a little heavier than usual, so it was clear she wasn't thriving in her current state.


"I wouldn't recommend so many layers," Spencer piped up as she put her bag down, followed by her jacket. She glanced over at him, where he was spinning a pen between his fingers. "You wouldn't need a scarf until the end of the month, at least."


"Unless," Emily walked around the desks, reaching for the scarf. Daisy nimbly dodged out of the way, her eyes wide and alert. She hadn't even had her dose of caffeine yet, but she wasn't about to take any chances. Emily gasped, quickly guessing what she was hiding. "Oh my god."


"What?" Spencer asked cluelessly. He looked between the two women, who seemed to be having a conversation with their eyes. He sat up in his chair. "Am I missing something here?"


"Quiet, Prentiss," Daisy tightened her scarf and stuck her tongue out at Emily, whose grin got wider by the second. She shivered dramatically for effect, despite the perspiration across her body. "I'm just...cold."


"The heating's on," Spencer pointed out, looking up at her with dipped brows. "If you're feeling a chill, you should go and see a doctor. You may have a fever, which can be tied to infections and cancers."


"Thank you, Spencer," Daisy noted. Emily lifted her hand to cover her mouth, trying to conceal her laughter. Daisy huffed and grabbed her colleague by the arm, tugging her into the corner by the coffee machine. Luckily no one was there, so they were alone for the most part. At the sudden movement, Emily's expression was one of excitement. Daisy lowered her voice to a whisper. "Listen, you can't tell anyone."


"I'm sworn to secrecy," Emily insisted.


Daisy looked around them, just in case, and noticed Spencer watching them curiously. Part of her felt guilty about not pulling him over as well, but somehow she knew Emily could keep her mouth shut. She had a feeling Spencer would bring it up in conversation accidentally, and not realise what he'd done. She smiled at him sheepishly, before returning her attention to Emily. She hesitated, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "I...slept with someone on Friday night."


"That much is obvious," Emily scoffed, before leaning in. "Who was it? Were they hot? Was it good?"


Daisy opened her mouth to respond, but she was cut off by a commanding voice from the other side of the bullpen.


"Team, briefing room, five minutes," Hotch stepped out of his office and called the team over. He and Daisy caught eyes for a brief second, and they both looked at each other up and down, inspecting the attempts to cover up their...fun. Daisy could see a hint of a mark creeping up from his collar, and a semi-faded one on his jaw. She tried to resist the small smirk rising at her lips, as she knew she'd done a better job at hiding it than him.


"Friday night.." Emily saw them staring at one another, and began to put the pieces together. She was a profiler, after all. She looked back at Daisy as Hotch turned and stalked into the briefing room, her jaw dropping in shock. "You didn't."


Daisy squeezed her eyes shut and spun around, dropping her head on Emily's shoulder. "I did."


Emily lifted her hand and patted Daisy's head with an amused laugh. "Well that explains your outfit choices."


Daisy's whined was muffled, which only made Emily laugh more. The older agent wrapped her arm around Daisy's shoulder and led her to the fridge, which she opened and pulled out an energy drink. "Here you go, hun."


"Thank you," Daisy sighed, opening it and taking a huge swig. She closed her eyes and took a moment to calm herself down. She looked up at Emily and forced a smile. "Let's go, they're waiting for us."


They began walking towards the briefing room, and Daisy thought she'd gotten through the hardest part of her morning, until Emily leaned in towards her with the shit-eating grin still ever-present. "So, was it good?"


"Emily," Daisy groaned, running her hands down her face as she walked into the room, falling into the seat beside Spencer and crossing her legs underneath her. Emily was still chuckling as she sat down, drawing the attention of the rest of the squad.


"What's so funny?" Morgan asked with a quirked eyebrow, but Emily just shook her head and smiled down at the table. "C'mon, Prentiss, spill."


"Is this about what Daisy-" Spencer began, but Daisy slapped his shoulder before he could continue. He whined, cradling himself. "Ow!"


"The case, everyone," Hotch interrupted, appearing quite uninterested by the current conversation. Daisy looked over at him and noticed the base of his neck was slightly red. He cleared his throat, and nodded at JJ, who stood up before them.


"Last night, three bodies were found in a ditch just outside Albuquerque city limits," JJ opened images of mutilated bodies on the projector screen. Daisy felt rather sick looking up at them. "They match the M.O of four other murders in the area over the last six years. The Unsub's signature is a missing left pinky toe, which has been seen on each victim."


"Why haven't they called us?" Emily inquired curiously.


"Because they had a suspect in custody," JJ clicked the projector remote. "Sean Pocke. He's been on supervised house arrest on other charges until his trial in August, and he was accompanied by officers the entire day leading up to the bodies being discovered. From the coroner's report, the victims had only been dead a few hours."


Daisy flipped through the file, curious to see what they could do about it. After the weekend's events, she was more than keen to bury herself in her work once more.


Once the details were discussed and the team was dismissed, Daisy was itching to get on the plane. She was hoping to speak with Emily again, but she wouldn't get the chance.


The team got up and began filing out of the room, but before Daisy could leave, Hotch cleared his throat. "Yes, sir?"


"I'd like to speak with you in my office," he muttered, brushing past her. Daisy pursed her lips and watched him leave, before her eyes flickered to Emily, who seemed rather intrigued by their little interaction. She winked at Daisy, before she went back to her desk to prepare her go-bag.


"You look happy," Rossi patted her shoulder as he walked past, a knowing smile on his face. Daisy quirked an eyebrow at the older man. "Cheer up, kid. At least he's not keeping you here for this case."


Daisy sighed, and nodded once, walking to Hotch's office and knocking. She didn't wait for a response, she just went straight in, seeing him sitting at his desk sifting through paperwork. "You wanted to see me?"


Hotch looked up. "You told Prentiss?"


Daisy's lips flattened into a thin line. "Yeah."


Hotch exhaled through his nose, and Daisy averted her eyes. "We agreed we'd keep this between us."


"In my defence, I didn't actually tell her anything," Daisy argued, shutting the door and walking over to him. She knew the team were watching through the blinds, but she didn't exactly want them to hear everything too. "She figured it out on her own. You do know what kind of work we do here, right?"


Hotch rolled his eyes. "You can't tell anybody, Alvarez. This could harm both of our careers if it gets out. And since I know neither of us expect or want anything to come of what happened, I suggest we both shut up and forget about it."


Daisy snorted. "It's not exactly something you forget about, Hotch."


Hotch's lip twitched. "Well, you can try."


"Does Rossi know?" Daisy inquired, crossing her arms over her chest.


Hotch made a 'hmph' sound. "He figured it out, too."


Daisy scoffed, looking out the office windows to see everyone staring their way. Most were confused, but Emily seemed to be enjoying every moment. "Of course he did."


She turned back to him and sent him a sarcastic smile. He quirked an eyebrow. "What?"


"You know, it's one thing for one of us to turn up with hickeys, but for both of us? You could at least make an attempt to hide it," she looked down at his neck, then back at his face. She gestured to her outfit. "I'm trying, Hotch. Look at me. I'm sweating buckets cause I don't want everyone knowing we...you know."


"I know," Hotch said sharply. "I was there, funnily enough."


"Okay, okay," Daisy snickered, turning back to the door. "See you on the plane, Hotch."


Hotch sighed.


Daisy grinned.


★☆


dedicated to berryboj


hmmm not too much happening in this but uhhh i'm gonna do the minimal loss episode next where they go to the cult church thing so that's gonna be the next full episode i do and hopefully things pick up from there!!!!

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