Title: The Stopover
Authour: prettychemistry
Rating: T
Pairing: Reid/Prentiss
Disclaimer: No ownership of them... sadly.
Warning: mentions of het
Characters: Hotch, Reid, Emily
Words: 100
A/N: There is het in my head and I don't know where it came from. But I keep writing it! Is this what the end of the world feels like?

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Prentiss answered the door dressed in jeans and what was, unmistakably, one of Reid's grandfather's hideous wool sweaters.

"Sir?"

"I'm testifying in the morning, and I need your notes on the Carlson case," Hotch told her quickly. He knew his voice sounded sharp, but he was thrown off by her attire.

"Yes, of course, sir, come in."

As the Unit Chief stepped into the foyer, Reid came down the hall - "Em, we need to put condoms on the grocery list, we're out again - Hotch!"

Reid halted abruptly, all rumpled t-shirt and messy hair, blushing furiously.

His fly was still undone.

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