Deep Purple

"You've changed your shirt" Emily stated.

Black instead of navy blue. Anybody else wouldn't have even noticed, but Emily wasn't anybody else. Hotch smiled.

„I.. I threw up on you, didn't I?"
"Only twice"
"Oh crap!"
"No, just puke" A pun? Had Aaron Hotchner just made a pun?

„I remember getting into the shower, but... I don't remember getting out!", Emily started, waiting for Hotch to say something.

"You... you passed out."

"... but I woke up in my bed..." He knew she'd already drawn the conclusion that he must have helped her, but he was not quite prepared for the way she said it:

"You saw me naked." Although her statement sounded fairly matter-of-factly, Emily's cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Shitshitshitshitshit!

"What happened then?"

"I turned the shower off and got you out. Then I lay you down on the bathroom carpet. You were still unconscious, so I tried to wake you up..."

"How?"

"I tapped you on the shoulder and said your name" Hotch cringed at the image his description was creating in his own head. But it hadn't been as inappropriate as it sounded now, had it? He was tempted to tell her he'd covered her up with a towel, but he knew Emily would see through his lie immediately, and in a situation as peculiar as this one, he couldn't afford losing her trust.

"Did I wake up?"

"Eventually, yes. You don't remember anything?"

Emily shook her head.

"Please tell me I dried and dressed myself!"
Again, Hotch was tempted to say yes, but he just couldn't. "I swear I didn't touch you. I mean, I did touch you, of course, but not... inappropriately!" He was stumbling. Stumbling! The memory of her naked body made the Aaron Hotchner stumble! Emily blushed involuntarily and quickly turned away so Hotch wouldn't see it.

"I'm sorry."

Emily shook her head. "You didn't do anything wrong - it's just so embarrassing!"

Hotch sighed. "No, it's not! There's nothing embarrassing about needing help, Emily!"

Unless you're finally alone and naked with your boss but don't remember any of it. She thought, but of course didn't say any of it out aloud. Instead, she continued her interrogation:

"So... you helped me get dressed and guided me to bed?"

"Hm"

Emily frowned. "That's not a yes!"

Hotch had always known that Emily was an extraordinarily good profiler. This was the first time he really cursed her skills from the bottom of his heart.

"You were still too weak, so I... I dried you, dressed you and carried you to bed" He admitted and

immediately scolded himself. Why did he have to be so honest? A simple "I had to help you" would've been more than enough! Emily could feel the blood pulsing through her ear (and through something a lot lower, too...). He had held her, had carried her naked body. He'd knelt down next to her, probably on eye-level with her breasts, or even her... Oooh! Emily shuddered from arousal and embarrassment at the same time.

"Are you feeling better?" Emily nodded, well aware of the fact that Hotch was just trying to change the topic – something she actually appreciated.

"Yes." She hesitated. "Thank you"

"You're welcome. Just call me if you need me, okay?"

Oh boy – that last sentence alone almost made Emily's panties drop...