Written oleh montiese@lairofthemuses on LJ.
Genre:AU,Family,Drama,Romance,Tragedy


Note: Emily is in her 50's, Hotch in his 60's, they have 4 kids:
- Jack (Hotch's Son, Haley died)
- Sabrina
- Alexandra and Dylan (Twins)
They are all teenagers.

- Gregory Prentiss(Emily's Dad)
- Natalie (Emily's Stpmother)
- Alexander, Tug Hotchner (Aaron's Dad)
- Amelia (Hotch's mother)
- Cece (Derek's Daughter)


Emily leaned on the doorframe of the study wearing a pleasant smile.

“Hey, Mr. Deputy Director, it’s bedtime.”

“Hmm?” Hotch looked up from nothing particular and saw the fuzzy image of his wife. “Hello.”...

Fanfic written oleh montiese@lairofthemuses on LJ.
Beware it also contains sexual scenes!
Genre:Humor/smuff


Hotch pulled up in front of the dance studio and cut the engine. It was off the road a bit and could definitely use lebih lighting. Did the residents of Chevy Chase really think they were that far away from the real life dangers of the world? If they did then they were mistaken. He got out of the SUV, not bothering to take cover from the misty drizzle. The studio front door was unlocked so he went in. The place was virtually deserted but Hotch followed the pulsing musik to one of the smaller...

Written oleh innerslytherin@LJ.
Note: After Foyet, Emily asks Hotch not to leave the team.



Come to Milwaukee

He wasn't expecting the knock on the door.

It was almost eight. Jack was in bed, having had a bath and two stories, and Aaron had poured himself a glass of bourbon and was standing in the middle of the kitchen, staring at nothing. Reid had already been oleh to check on him, and Haley's sister might have agreed to take care of Jack, but she'd made it clear she wanted nothing to do with Aaron. His brother was back in New York, and there was no one else to check on him.

The team hadn't bothered...

Fanfiction written oleh lairofthemuses on LJ.
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Emily walked out of Rossi’s office with a box just as Hotch was coming out of his office. Rossi walked toward him to talk, Prentiss headed for the stairs. Neither of them saw her slip but they heard her fall.


“Prentiss!” Hotch exclaimed, rushing past Rossi and over to her. The other Agent was right on his heels.


“I'm OK.” She said, looking a little dazed. The box was on the ground, files scattered.


“What were doing carrying that heavy box?” Hotch asked.


He helped her back onto the...