Wrong number, unexpected outcomes

Chapter one...

"Hey, I was wondering if we could talk about what you said the other night. I need to say this, so don't say anything." She inhaled deeply," You were right, I love him; I love Aaron Hotchner. And I don't know what to do Jayje. I mean he's my boss, I can't say anything, right… JJ? JJ, you can speak now..." she said taking a gulp of her second glass of wine, relieved that she had finally said it out loud.

Silence.

"JJ?" she practically shouted down the line.

"Urmm...Emily I think you have the wrong number..." replied a dumbstruck Hotch.

"Hotch?" she questioned.

"Yeah."

"Shit! God Hotch, I'm sorry..." Emily was totally speechless. She could have sworn she hit speed dial 2. Damn it!

"Did you really mean what you just said?"

"…Yes. I t-t-think I di-d-d." She slurred the last part. Hotch dismissed it as pure embarrassment and shock.

"Can we talk? I think we need to talk. Do you mind if I come over in 20?"

"Sure?"

"Okay. Bye, Em."

After he hung up Emily downed the rest of her second glass. What have you done? She groaned as she when into the kitchen to re-fill her glass.

20 minutes later...

Emily was sat on her kitchen counter, 5th glass of wine later. She was swinging her legs to the song she was singing, which was horribly off tune in her drunken haze. That's when she heard a knock on her door. She jumped off the counter carelessly knocking off an empty wine bottle causing it to go hurdling to the floor, smashing on impact sending tiny pieces of glass in different directions. She ignored the bottle and ran excitedly to the door swinging it open to reveal a worried looking Hotch clutching his glock.

"Are you okay? What was that crash?"

"Stupid bottle dived off the counter." She said happily.

"Okaaay...Can I come in?"

"Sure. Soooorry." She said holding the door open. He entered, automatically moved towards her couch, plonking himself down into the comfy material. She however came hurdling into the room and practically jumped onto the couch next to him.

"Emily, are you ok?"

"Yeahhhh I'm super." She replied as she flung both her arms in the air.

"Have you been drinking?" he said trying not to smile at his subordinate's bouncy behaviour.

"Maybe"

"Maybe? How many glasses have you maybe drunk?"

"Urmm...3. Wait, no that was earlier. 5?" she said squinting as she tried to extract the information from her fuzzy brain.

"5!"

"I'm finnnneee honest."

"I bet you are." He smirked.

"Do you want some..." before he could even reply she was off, running toward the kitchen.

Out of obligation he followed to make sure she was all right and didn't injure herself due to the lack of coordination. As he approached the kitchen door he heard a crash and a scream.

"Emily!" he said crashing through the door. He saw her on the floor clutching her foot, blood flowing from the spot where a piece of glass had pierced her flesh. He took in the scene, smashed glass scattered the floor. He rushed over to her, crouching beside her.

"Are you alright?"

She looked up at him tears running down her cheeks. "I stood on glass."

"I'm going to pick you up, Okay?" as she nodded, he carefully scooped her up. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in his shoulder. "Where's your first aid kit?"

"Urmm...upstairs, bathroom cabinet." He moved up the stairs, when he reached the top he stood still as he took in the three doors.

"First one." Emily mumbled into his shirt.

He moved towards the first one, shifting her in his arms as he opened the door. He carefully sat her on the closed toilet and when routing through her cabinets. Didn't think I'd ever be doing this, he thought, as he continued searching. Once he found the kit he opened it, searching through the contents until he found what he needed. He set his supplies on the counter. "You got some tweezers?" She didn't reply. "Emily?"

"Huh?"

"Tweezers?"

"Urmm..." she pointed to a makeup bag on the counter top.

Once he'd got the tweezers he knelt next to her and carefully took her foot giving it a once over. He could see the glass, "It isn't in too far. I need you to breath and keep you foot still while I get it out, ok?" she nodded solemnly.

He grasped her foot a bit harder so she couldn't move it. He then took the tweezers and pried the glass out of her foot. This caused Emily to hiss, as the glass was pulled free of her flesh.

"It's out." He said relieved, holding up a chunky piece of glass.

He looked up into her eye. "You did good Emily." He said while wrapping a bandage around her foot.

"Do I get a lollypop?" she asked hopefully.

"Do you have any lollypops?"

"No." she said her eyes falling to her foot as she sulked.

"Well there's your answer." He said smiling the smile that showed his dimples.

"I like it when you smile." She said out of the blue.

Hey, this is my first Criminal minds fic. It went better than I thought, definitely better than my written rough copy, so let me know what you think. I'm planning for this story to be about 3 Chapters. Please REVIEW to inspire me to write more...