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imaginedyou) wrote2009-01-25 11:52 pm
imaginedyou) wrote2009-01-25 11:52 pm
Jack [Criminal Minds: Emily Prentiss/Aaron Hotchner, Jack Hotchner]
I stole all the Criminal Minds prompts I thought I might have a chance of writing from Porn Battle 7, but I'm not porning them just yet I'm afraid. I just like prompts :D
483 Words.
EMILY PRENTISS/AARON HOTCHNER, 'Jack'
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"There's a problem," Hotch says, and Emily swallows, taking a breath before replying down the phone.
"What is it?"
"Haley called me out of the blue; she asked me to have Jack today."
"Oh," Emily says, and then, "Oh. Well, I understand. We'll do this another time, then."
"No," Hotch replies. "I think we should all spend the day together."
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Emily locks her car and spies Hotch and Jack easily; Hotch is unmistakable without his sunglasses and pressed suit and tie. His t-shirt is wrinkled, his jeans appear to have orange juice spilled on them in a very unfortunate spot, and Jack is sat on his lap, happily drawing on Hotch's arm with a crayon.
"You look like a babysitter crossed with an explosion," Emily grins.
"I feel like it too," Hotch says. He pats the bench. "Sit with us."
Emily sits down, trying not to sit too near Hotch, and not too far from Jack. She doesn't dislike kids, isn't half bad with them actually, but has never stopped to think about if and when she might have one of her own. And this one isn't her own.
"Hold him?" Hotch offers. Emily holds up her hands.
"Should I?"
"Why shouldn't you?"
Because he isn't mine, Emily wants to say, but it sounds awful. Perhaps she is making a bigger deal of this than she needs to.
"You have a place in my life," Hotch says carefully, plopping Jack into Emily's lap. Jack doesn't seem to mind, adjusting to his new surroundings by squirming for a moment, grinning and seizing upon a new arm to draw on. He is using the wrong end of the crayon this time, Emily notices with a smile.
"Not quite the next Spencer Reid," she notes, and Hotch pulls a wry face.
"One is just enough," he says. "And you're changing the subject."
Emily doesn't bother to reply; they both know he's right.
"I enjoy spending time with you," Hotch says, grabbing Jack's hand when he attempts to bat at his dad, squeezing for a moment and then letting Jack swat at him again. "Outside of work, as well as during. I know we haven't spoken much about this, and I'm content for it to continue as it is; casual but important nonetheless. I think a commitment is unrealistic right now, but I don't see any reason to pretend you aren't here. Jack is going to need to know who you are."
"I'm not asking for anything more right now," Emily says. She hopes, then realises she already knows, that Hotch will have caught the emphasis on the last two words. She looks at Jack instead, catching his eyes and smiling.
"Hey Jack," she says brightly, "I'm Emily."
She holds out a hand, and to her surprise, Jack clutches her thumb with chubby little fingers.
"Emmy," he says proudly, looking at Hotch for approval. Hotch's smile manages to encompass both of them.
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483 Words.
EMILY PRENTISS/AARON HOTCHNER, 'Jack'
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"There's a problem," Hotch says, and Emily swallows, taking a breath before replying down the phone.
"What is it?"
"Haley called me out of the blue; she asked me to have Jack today."
"Oh," Emily says, and then, "Oh. Well, I understand. We'll do this another time, then."
"No," Hotch replies. "I think we should all spend the day together."
-
Emily locks her car and spies Hotch and Jack easily; Hotch is unmistakable without his sunglasses and pressed suit and tie. His t-shirt is wrinkled, his jeans appear to have orange juice spilled on them in a very unfortunate spot, and Jack is sat on his lap, happily drawing on Hotch's arm with a crayon.
"You look like a babysitter crossed with an explosion," Emily grins.
"I feel like it too," Hotch says. He pats the bench. "Sit with us."
Emily sits down, trying not to sit too near Hotch, and not too far from Jack. She doesn't dislike kids, isn't half bad with them actually, but has never stopped to think about if and when she might have one of her own. And this one isn't her own.
"Hold him?" Hotch offers. Emily holds up her hands.
"Should I?"
"Why shouldn't you?"
Because he isn't mine, Emily wants to say, but it sounds awful. Perhaps she is making a bigger deal of this than she needs to.
"You have a place in my life," Hotch says carefully, plopping Jack into Emily's lap. Jack doesn't seem to mind, adjusting to his new surroundings by squirming for a moment, grinning and seizing upon a new arm to draw on. He is using the wrong end of the crayon this time, Emily notices with a smile.
"Not quite the next Spencer Reid," she notes, and Hotch pulls a wry face.
"One is just enough," he says. "And you're changing the subject."
Emily doesn't bother to reply; they both know he's right.
"I enjoy spending time with you," Hotch says, grabbing Jack's hand when he attempts to bat at his dad, squeezing for a moment and then letting Jack swat at him again. "Outside of work, as well as during. I know we haven't spoken much about this, and I'm content for it to continue as it is; casual but important nonetheless. I think a commitment is unrealistic right now, but I don't see any reason to pretend you aren't here. Jack is going to need to know who you are."
"I'm not asking for anything more right now," Emily says. She hopes, then realises she already knows, that Hotch will have caught the emphasis on the last two words. She looks at Jack instead, catching his eyes and smiling.
"Hey Jack," she says brightly, "I'm Emily."
She holds out a hand, and to her surprise, Jack clutches her thumb with chubby little fingers.
"Emmy," he says proudly, looking at Hotch for approval. Hotch's smile manages to encompass both of them.
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