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Emily's Hero	By : tbird1965 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 4804 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Emily's Hero
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This is one of the first Criminal Minds stories I wrote, back when I first started writing. It's a little rough, a little campy and probably a little bit goofy. I like to think my writing has improved over the last few years, but I still think this little two shot is a fun read. I hope you like it too.
"Find her!" Agent Hotchner bellowed at his team. "Now!"
He ran his shaking hand through his black hair. 'How had everything gone so wrong?' he wondered. 'Why had he allowed Agent Prentiss to pose as a victim?' It had seemed like a good idea at the time, a sure fire way to draw out the unsub. How had the unsub known she was an FBI agent? And why had he suddenly changed his M.O.?
Emily had been wired. A location device and audio device carefully sewn into her bra. It seemed fool proof. Emily would allow herself to be lured away, they would descend and grab him before anything could happen to her. But somehow the unsub had known she was FBI. Unlike his previous victims, he had chloroformed her and was in the wind before they even knew she was missing. He had managed to jam the location device without damaging the audio.
Now that was all they had, audio and a cryptic note that had been left where Emily had been abducted.
Dark haired Prince in your coal black steed,
I've taken your Raven to fulfill my need.
At the Witching hour, on this very night
On the wings of a Chariot, she'll take flight.
Add twenty two and subtract the last sin.
On that hour, the fun will begin.
With a number of Elders and a lonely white horse,
You hope you can stop me, be the hero, of course.
Fair haired you are not, pure of heart, bathed in white.
You sent her out from you, all alone in the night.
You might have wooed her with love and a vow.
I'm sorry, dark Prince, but she's my maiden now.
The only sound coming from the audio were the occasional sob. When she had first come to, Aaron had cringed at her screams, but in many ways this quiet sobbing was even worse.
Periodically they could hear the unsub taunting her.
"It's almost time, Raven. Your Prince cannot find you. You look so lovely lying there all naked. I can't wait to rape you. I can't wait to hear your scream"
Aaron watched Reid as he scribbled on the white board, and muttered to himself. "Dark Prince is Hotch. Subtract the last sin? Covet, Covet. Hotch covets Emily." he scribbled frantically. "Pure of heart, fair hair? Hotch has dark hair. Lancelot."
"Reid!" Aaron yelled, "What is taking so long!"
"Hang on, hang on." Reid called out, "I think I have it!"
Snatching up the phone, Spencer Reid spoke urgently. "Garcia! In the area that we last had a location signal. I need you to look for a street Excalibur or a hotel named Excalibur."
"I've got it" Garcia said excitedly, "There is a Rosewood Inn on Excalibur."
"Is the street address 62 Excalibur?" Reid asked.
"It is." Garcia confirmed. Reid scribbled quickly on a piece of paper and handed it to Hotch "That's where she is, Room 420, you have until 3:00 pm to get there."
Hotch glanced at his watch, it was 2:48. "Shit" he muttered and ran to the Yukon, climbing inside he fired up the engine, Morgan jumped in next to him.
"We can make it Hotch. We have time." Morgan assured him.
Hotch turned the Yukon sharply and jumped the curb. Barreling into the parking lot of The Rosewood Inn, he screeched to a halt in front of Room 420. Morgan was out of the SUV and running before Hotch had a chance to shift into park.
Jumping out, Hotch glanced at the digital clock on the dash. 3:02. He glanced up as Morgan crashed the door in with a powerful kick.
Hotch ran into the hotel room and saw the filthy beast hovering over a naked Emily. 'HIS EMILY' Hotch's mind screamed. She was tied to the bed by wrist and ankle and the unsub's pants were off. Roaring loudly, Hotch grabbed him by both shoulders and threw him across the room, without stopping, he reached into his pocket and clicked open his switch blade. Cutting quickly he removed the ropes from her ankles and wrists.
He barely registered the sound of Morgan wrestling the unsub and slamming him against the wall. Hotch gathered Emily into his arms and held her tightly. He fought back tears.
"Em. Did he..?" Hotch's voice broke and he couldn't finish the sentence. 'PENETRATE YOU, RAPE YOU', the words raced across his mind.
She shook her head, sobbing. She was clinging to Hotch for dear life.
"No' she whispered, "he just, he just, put his, his fingers..." she stopped and pushed away from Hotch. Covering her mouth with her hands, she half crawled, half ran to the bathroom.
Hotch followed behind her. Kneeling down he held her hair back from her face while she wretched. Tears streaming down his face, he gently rubbed her back. When she was finished throwing up, she turned back to Hotch and he wrapped her up in his arms again. 'I'm so sorry, sweetheart." he murmured to her over and over again.
"Hey Hotch?" Morgan called from the bathroom door. Hotch glanced up, Morgan stood with his back to the bathroom, facing out into the room.
"Yeah." Hotch said, Morgan heard his boss's voice and knew from the sound that he was crying.
"I'm going to go with the Police to take this filth to the station." he said quietly. "They want to know if they should call an ambulance."
Emily shook her head frantically against Hotch's chest. She pulled back and pleaded with him with her eyes. "No, no hospital." she whispered.
Hotch stared at her. "Tell them we don't need an ambulance. And tell them to stay outside until I give permission to enter. Let them know that is a direct order, do you understand? I call you later to let you know where we are."
"You got it, Hotch." Morgan said, and he left the room.
Hotch murmured into Emily's hair. "It's okay. It's just you and me now. Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" he asked, concern in his voice. "You said he, that he put, that he used his..." Hotch couldn't complete the sentence. "Honey, what if he scratched you are something?" he sighed.
"He didn't." Emily said, her voice a little firmer, she had stopped sobbing. "I would have felt it. I would be able to tell." She looked up at Hotch, "I just want to go to the hotel now. Please."
Hotch stroked her hair and stared into her eyes. "Alright. We'll do that." He looked around "We need to find something for you to wear or to put around you." Looking, there were no towels in the bathroom, "maybe a sheet." he muttered, looking out into the hotel room.
"No!" Emily cried, her voice sounding panicky. "Nothing from that bed." she shuddered.
"Okay." Hotch said. "Hold on a second." He stood up, removed his Kevlar vest and tossed it on the bathroom sink. Reaching up the loosened his tie and pulled it over his head. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and added it to the pile of clothing on the bathroom sink. Pulling off his V-neck undershirt he handed it to, Emily. "Here, put this on."
She pulled it over her head. It stopped just at the tops of her thighs, her ass was still hanging out bare.
"Huh." Hotch muttered. "Okay. Turn around, face the bathtub."
Emily heard Hotch unbuckle his belt, she heard the sound a fabric hitting the floor. "Shit." he muttered to himself, "I have to take off my stupid shoes." Emily heard two thunks as his shoes hit the floor, she heard a tink of metal against linoleum and she glanced over to see Hotch's pants added to the pile of clothing.
"What are you doing, Hotch?" she asked, starting to turn around.
"Don't turn around!" Hotch ordered. "Here" he said, his arm reaching over her shoulder, his black boxer briefs hanging from his index finger.
"Are you naked behind me Hotch?" Emily asked.
"At the moment, Yes. Why do you think I told you not to turn around? Now will you hurry up and take these so I can put my pants back on?"
Emily grabbed for the briefs and slide them up over her legs. She had to admit she felt better now that she was no longer naked and vulnerable.
She heard Hotch buckle his pants and she heard the sound of his zipper going up. "Can I turn around now?" she asked.
"Yeah, Let me see how you look." Hotch. He looked her up and down. She looked like she was dressed for the gym or something. "That will work." he muttered to himself.
Hotch shoved his tie into his pants pocket. He pulled on his dress shirt and buttoned it up quickly, leaving it untucked. He grabbed his Kevlar vest and held his hand out to Emily.
"Come on." he whispered. "Let's get out of here."
She placed her hand gently in Hotch's. He couldn't believe how small and delicate it felt. When they reached the door, she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. He opened the door and held his hands up in a 'stay back' gesture. He led Emily to his Yukon, and opened the door.
Tossing his vest in the back seat. He picked her up and put her in the passenger seat. "I need to go talk to them, but I'll be right back." he whispered.
She nodded her head, but her eyes looked frantic.
Hotch walked over and spoke with the Officer in Charge. He learned that his team was at the station and they were interrogating the unsub. He nodded his head and returned to the Yukon. He climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine. He glanced over at Emily. She had her feet up on the seat, her arms and her head were resting on her knees. Guilt tugged at his heart. He had never seen her look so small and so vulnerable.
Flipping open his cell phone he called JJ's number.
"Is she okay?" JJ demanded without prelude.
"She's with me and she seems physically unharmed." he said slowly. "Are you at the hotel or the Police Station." he nodded. "Okay, I'm just now pulling up to the hotel. Have someone unlock Emily's room. Pull out all the FBI bullshit if you have to." he nodded again. "Thanks JJ."
Thankfully Hotch was able to get Emily from the SUV and into her hotel room without running into anyone. He closed the door, locked it and hugged her tightly to him.
"You're safe now, Sweetheart." he whispered into her hair.
She nodded her head against his chest. "Hotch?" she said tentatively. "I want to take a bath. I feel so dirty, but I don't want to be alone. Will you stay with me?"
Hotch cleared his throat, "Wouldn't you be more comfortable with JJ?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I don't want to see anyone else right now. Maybe tomorrow." she looked at him with tear filled eyes, "Will you please stay with me tonight?"
He slowly nodded his head. He followed her quietly into the bathroom. He watched her turn on the water and slowly test the temperature. As the tub filled, she lowered his boxer briefs and handed them back to him. "Thanks for letting me borrow your underwear." she said softly.
"No problem." he whispered.
She pulled his undershirt over her head and handed it to him. Stepping into the tub, she lowered herself into the hot water.
Hotch watched as she wrapped her arms around her legs and pulled them up to her chest. Lowering her head to her knees, she begin to weep again. He sat down on the edge of the tub and rubbed her back in slow circles. He wasn't sure how long they sat like that, the silence was broken when his cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen.
"It's Rossi." he said apologetically.
"Hey Dave." he said into the phone. "She's taking a bath. Uh huh. Let me check." Pressing the phone to his chest he turned to Emily. "The team is really worried about you. They want to see how your doing."
She shook her head violently "No".
"Dave, she doesn't want to see anyone else tonight. I'm going to stay here with her. Can you get my go bag and leave it outside the door for me? Thanks." Closing his phone, he turned back to Emily. "Dave is bringing me my bag and I'm going to stay with you tonight. Okay?"
Emily nodded her head.
"Do you want me to leave so you can wash."
"No!" Emily cried. Her eyes frantic. "Please stay here. I'm just going to drain the tub and take a shower."
Hotch nodded and leaned against the sink. He watched as Emily stood up and adjusted the water temperature of the shower. She pulled the shower curtain closed and leaned her head back under the spray. The shower curtain was clear and Hotch watched her as she soaped up her body and washed her hair. She was so beautiful, she took his breath away. Hotch had fantasized about Emily naked often. She was as beautiful as he imagined she would be. When he had found her in the hotel room, all he wanted to do was save and protect her. He was so grateful that she was alive and safe and with him.
When her shower was finished, Emily dressed in a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top. She was drying her hair, when they heard a knock on the door.
"That'll be Dave and my go bag."
Hotch walked to the door and opened it. There sat his go bag, a bucket of ice and a large bottle of Jack Daniels. Hotch carried the items into the room. He tossed his go bag on the bed and kissed the bottle of Jack. "God bless you, Dave." he said.
Hotch grabbed two glasses from the bathroom and filled them with ice. Pouring in generous portions of Jack, he handed one to Emily.
"Here. This will make you feel better."
Emily smiled at him and took a big sip from her glass. "Ahhh." she sighed, "that does help."
Aaron unzipped his go bag and pulled out a pair of sweat shorts. "Em, I'm going to go take a shower."
She nodded her head, but he could see that she was still afraid of being by herself. "Do you want to come talk to me while I'm in the shower.
Emily nodded her head. "Thanks." she whispered.
Hotch went into the bathroom and removed his shirt. Pausing he took another sip from his drink. Emily followed him, carrying her own drink. She sat down on the floor and leaned her back against the wall. Taking a sip from her glass, she sighed heavily.
"I'm sorry I'm being so needy." she said.
"Don't worry about it Em. It's fine." Hotch smiled at her as he adjusted the water to the correct temperature. Keeping his back to her, he lowered his pants and stepped into the shower.
Aaron leaned back and let the warm water wash over him. He tried not to think about the fact that Emily could see every inch of him, naked in the shower. Grabbing the shampoo, he begin to wash his hair. As he was rinsing his hair, he glanced over at Emily. She was staring straight ahead, a vacant look in her eyes. Grabbing the bar of soap he quickly lathered himself up and rinsed.
"Em? You still with me?" he asked, concerned by the vacant look on her face.
"Yeah" she said, her voice flat and emotionless. "I feel so, filthy. So disgusting. I can't stop feeling his hands on my…" her voice cracked and she begin to cry.
Hotch quickly turned the water off, dripping wet he rushed to Emily. He pulled her up and into his arms. "You are so beautiful, Emily." he whispered. "You are not disgusting. Please tell me what I can do to help you. What can I do to make this better?"
Emily shook her head against his chest. "How can you even look at me, touch me after what you saw?" she sobbed.
"Emily." Hotch said sternly. "Look at me." She raised her eyes and stared up at him. "Don't ever say anything like that. You didn't do anything wrong. You are still the same beautiful, sexy exciting woman you've always been.
"You think I'm sexy, Hotch." Emily asked. Hotch was pleased to hear a little life, a little teasing in her voice.
"I think you are one of the sexiest woman I've ever seen." He stepped back away from her. "I got you all wet." he whispered.
She looked down at herself. "I don't care." She yanked off her wet shorts and t shirt and tossed them to the side. Looking back at him, she took a deep breath, "Hotch, Aaron? If I asked you, would you do something for me?" Looking embarrassed she rambled on, "Right now I can't get the image of that horrible man out of my head. I can still feel his filthy hands on my body." she shuddered. "I want to replace those memories with memories of someone beautiful. Someone who makes me feel safe and protected."
"What do you need me to do, Emily" Aaron asked, his voice shaking.
"Will you just hold me for a while?"
He pulled her back into his arms and hugged her tightly. "Of course I will." He held out his hand and walked with her to the bed. Bending over, he pulled back the covers. Lying down, he held out his arms to her. Climbing into the bed, she stretched out next to him. He wrapped his arms around her and began to gently stroke her back, running his fingers over her spine in lazy circles.
"Aaron" Emily whispered.
"Mmmm?"
"Make love to me."
Aaron opened his eyes. He placed his hands on either side of Emily's face and kissed her gently. "Are you sure that's what you want?"
In answer, Emily kissed him again fiercely, her soft tongue roaming along his lips. He opened his mouth and his tongue met hers, they rubbed together passionately. She clung to him and kissed him intensely. Wrapping her fingers in his still damp hair, she held his face tightly to hers.
"Em." he moaned.
She clung to him, kissing him in a fierce, almost desperate manner. Their tongues intertwined in a dance of comfort and need. He rubbed her back and stroked her beautiful ass. Aaron thrilled at the feeling of her tongue on his, her naked body pressed against him.
Emily broke away from him panting, her hand resting on his chest. She stared into his eyes. "You're heart is pounding." she said.
"That's good." he panted. "For a second there I thought I had died and gone to Heaven."
Emily's face broke into a shy smile. "You're so beautiful." she said, giggling.
"Beautiful, you say. And I was going for rugged and sexy."
Aaron's heart soared when Emily burst into laughter. He hugged her tightly. Wrapped in his strong arm, Emily lay her head on her shoulder. Tentatively she placed her hand on his stomach and begin to rub gently. He held his breath as she rubbed small circles and worked her way lower.
"Em? Are you sure about this?" he asked in a shaky voice.
She answered him by gently grasping his cock. She held it softly, cupping it in her hand.
Aaron felt like everything was going in slow motion. He gasped as she begin to lightly stroke his dick. He was afraid to move, afraid of scaring her, breathing heavily he lay back and let her to explore his body at her own pace. His dick was rock hard and her hand felt so good. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of her stroking him. He felt her shift positions and straddle him. With his eyes still closed he placed his hands on her hips. He moaned softly when she slowly lowered herself onto his dick. It felt so good, she was so incredibly wet and tight.
Opening his eyes, he stared up at her, his dick twitched involuntarily inside of her, causing her to moan. He watched in awe as she slowly started to rock back and forth on top of him. Her eyes were closed and she was whispering to herself. He couldn't tell what she was saying and he didn't ask.
He opened his eyes when she whispered his name.
"What is it honey." he asked.
"You" she moaned, "On top. I want you on top."
In a move he had no idea he was capable of, he lightly flipped her over and underneath him in one swift motion.
Pushing deeply into her, he shifted his hips until he knew his shaft was pressed against her clit. He pulled out and pushed in with long sure strokes. Emily rewarded him by softly moaning. Aaron continued this slow hard pace as Emily's hands clutched his back. He felt her walls tighten around him and felt her tense underneath him. She came quietly, no screaming or thrashing around. He pulled her to him tightly and held her as she came. Thrusting into her quickly three or four times, he quietly moaned as he joined her in orgasm.
They panted and clung to each other. Tears were streaming down Aaron's face.
"Thank you." she whispered.
Something broke inside of Hotch and he begin to sob, clinging to her. She held him and stroked his back. "Shhh. Aaron" she murmured, soothing him. "It's okay. I'm okay. You saved me. You're my hero."
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