I got this idea from that episode in Las Vegas where Emily had a hangover and thought ''What if Emily was an alcoholic?'' So this emerged.

Intervention

Emily Prentiss stumbled up the stairs to her apartment after another drink-filled night out. She had a lot of those recently, she'd get dressed up, go out, get totally wasted, occasionally make out with random guys, and then stumble back home. It was her way of dealing with things. She'd always done it, but it recently it had gotten worse as the job got harder and compartmentalising ceased to work.

She took out her key and tried to fit it in the lock, but it wouldn't open. ''Come on open *hiccup* you damn door! *hiccup* Ughh! WHY! WON'T! THIS! OPEN! Oh wait, I live in the next one.'' She laughed at her drunken mistake and went to her actual door. After five successful attempts she finally opened the door.

She threw her bag and keys somewhere in that region, and turned on the light. She shielded her eyes, the bar she was in was dark and her eyes weren't used to light. ''Oww...'' she moaned. She waited awhile and then opened them again.

She turned to face her apartment and found her team staring at her, with worried, concerned faces on their faces. ''Whoa, I had way too many vodkas tonight,'' she chuckled and went over to her fridge to get a beer.

She came back from the fridge and they were still there. ''Ok brain, you've *hiccup* freaked me out enough today, stop with the hallucinations already!''

''It's not a hallucination Emily,'' the blonde one said solemnly. She couldn't make out if it was JJ or Garcia.

''Voices too? Wow brain you really want to scare me.''

''Emily, this is real, not a hallucination,'' Reid said. Or was it Hotch?

''Whatever you say,'' she sighed happily and sat on one of the stools she had in front of the island in the kitchen. How she stayed on it was anyone's guess.

''Emily we're worried about you,'' another voice said.

''*hiccup* Ok stop now brain! This *hiccup* is getting old!''

''Emily, it's not a hallucination.''

''Wait so this is actually real?''

''It is, Emily we're worried about you,'' JJ said. It was definitely JJ.

''JJ what is this?''

''Uh Emily, I'm Morgan, Derek Morgan.''

''Oh ya *hiccup*. I remember you!'' she laughed and took a swig of beer.

''I don't think you should be drinking this,'' Morgan said and took the beer out of her hands.

''Hey I was *hiccup* drinking that!''

''You've had enough for tonight,'' Hotch said with finality. She groaned and let Morgan throw the beer down the sink.

''What is all this?'' she asked.

''It's an intervention,'' JJ said. This time it was JJ.

''A what?''

''An intervention. An intervention is an orchestrated attempt by one, or often many, people, usually family and friends, to get someone to seek professional help with an addiction or some kind of traumatic event or crisis, or other serious problem. The term intervention is most often used when the traumatic even involves addiction or-''

''Reid, she knows what an intervention is,'' Rossi interrupted.

''I don't have a traumatic event!'' Emily protested.

''As little sense as that makes Em, you do have an addiction. To alcohol,'' JJ explained slowly and clearly, as if she was talking to a child.

''I'm not allergic to alcohol!''

''Addicted Em.''

''Whatever! I don't have a problem! I *hiccup* am fine!''

''No Emily, you're not. You've been relying too much on alcohol recently and it scares us. It's dangerous Emily, not only to your health but people do weird things when drunk. You could do something you deeply regret.''

''Like what?''

''Sleep with a random guy, get in a fight, get in trouble with the law, if that happens you could lose your job,'' JJ answered.

''Don't forget she could fall and hurt herself!'' Garcia added.

''I'm not that kind of drunk Garcia! I'm fine, aren't I JJ?'' she said looking to JJ for support.

''Emily, that's a plant.''

''Oh, well I'm fine! Now leave me alone, I *hiccup* want to watch Seinfeld!''

''But you hate Seinfeld,'' Morgan said.

''Ya well I want to watch it!''

''Look Emily, you need help. We can get it for you. There's a lot of great AA groups around the place,'' Rossi said.

''I don't need to get my car repaired!''

''What is she talking about?'' Garcia asked, completely confused.

''I think she means the AA America. They're a company that specialise in automotive repairs,'' Reid clarified.

''Ya! What he said!'' Emily shouted.

''No Emily, we mean AA as in Alcoholics Anonymous,'' JJ said and took Emily's hand.

''Why would I want *hiccup* to be anonymous? It's like being invisible!''

''They mean anonymous as in you don't have to share details about yourself.''

''Oooooohh, that makes sense. Kinda. I'm hungry.''

''Morgan get her some food,'' JJ instructed Morgan. Morgan went to raid Emily's fridge as instructed. While he was away Emily started singing quietly.

''It's fun to stay at the A-S-D-J. It's fun to stay at the A-S-D-J.''

''What the hell is she doing?'' Garcia asked.

''I think she's trying to sing YMCA,'' Rossi answered, getting a little scared by Emily.

''Ok that settles it. Anyone who sings YMCA needs help,'' JJ said.

''You mean ASDJ,'' Reid added.

''Whatever. I think we should call that guy. She needs all the help she can get.''

''On it,'' Garcia said and went to make the call. Morgan arrived back with some food for Emily who was still singing ASDJ and sat down on the couch with her. ''Ooooh chocolate!'' she squealed and took the chocolate from Morgan's hands.

''Was she singing?'' he asked.

''Yep. ASDJ,'' Hotch replied.

''The what?''

''She meant YMCA but the poor thing's drunk,'' JJ said compassionately. Emily had finished the chocolate and scooted over closer to Morgan. She put her hands on his chest and put her face close to his.

''Did I ever tell you how much I love you Derek?'' she mumbled and began kissing his ear.

''Emily, get off me.''

''I love you SOOO much. You are so pretty. You smell like unicorns.''

''Ok...''

''Mmm I love *hiccup* you Derek,'' she whispered and started kissing his neck.

''I'm scared,'' he whimpered.

''Awww poor Derek's afraid of widdle ol' Emiwy,'' Rossi teased.

''Hey man, you try being in this position.''

''I'm sure he'd love it,'' Hotch deadpanned and turned his attention to Garcia who has just got off the phone. ''What did he say?''

''He'll be over tomorrow,'' she replied.

''Who? The Easter Bunny? No wait, IT'S SANTA CLAUS ISN'T IT?'' Emily said excitedly.

''Eh ya it's Santa Claus,'' Reid said.

''Yay,'' Emily said and turned to stare at Reid. She cocked her head to one side and looked at him, confused. She moved her eyes down his body and let them rest at his midregion.

''Wh..what is she staring at?'' Reid asked.

''She's staring at your groin Spence,'' JJ replied as Emily started licking her lips.

''Now I'm scared.''

''See! She's terrifying!'' shouted Morgan, earning him a strange look from Emily.

''Who is?''

''You are Emily. You need help.''

''But I don't want *hiccup* help!'' she whined.

''Tough, because you're getting it,'' Hotch said seriously.

Ok so please tell me what you thought and whether I should continue it or not.