[privatehotchaccount]

The door to her bedroom opened and he froze. His breathing was soft and nervous as he looked between her and the bed and took a deep breath in. What the hell was he doing? He traced his eyes along her body and felt his stomach clench in excitement before he tugged her close and opened and closed his mouth a couple times. 

He wasn’t so much having second thoughts as he was seriously questioning his own ability to handle being with a woman this young and this unique. He wasn’t deserving of this. That was one thing he was sure of. But as she looked at him with those wide green eyes and pink lips, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to waste the opportunity or do what he knew was right and walk away.  "Eve…." He pushed his hand through her hair, working his jaw for a moment as the reality of what he was about to do settled into his stomach. He pushed the shirt off her shoulders then dipped his head to kiss her shoulder tenderly. If he didn’t look at her, if he didn’t stare into her eyes, it wouldn’t be hard to walk away. It wouldn’t hurt when she dismissed him after he fucked her. It’d be easier this way. 

[evelynereichard]

This was crazy. 

She was more than aware of the fact that this was insane to be doing and that there was a risk involved with it, but couldn’t really bring herself to care right then. Not when he was pulling her closer to him or when he was trying to say something as her fingertips brushed against his jawline before threading into his hair.

This particular man was an enigma, a challenge in and of himself, and a part of that scared her and made her stomach flip when he looked at her like that. A man like this normally would have never spoke to her and yet somehow they had still ended up here with his hands pushing the shirt off of her shoulders and her own fingers were loosening his tie and undoing it.

The kiss against her shoulder was distracting. Painfully so when her eyes fell shut at the sensation and she nestled her face against his neck for a few long moments, taking in the chance to breath in the way that he smelled, the mixture of his aftershave and soap before pressing a lingering kiss where his jaw connected with his neck and pulled her face away from the spot. 

While he wasn’t looking at her, his own face downturned still and focused, his name fell from her lips as her fingers went back to work at his shirt, pulling the tie free and letting it drop against the floor while she moved so she could undo the buttons of his shirt, pulling him a fraction of an inch closer with the gesture, her nails gently scraping against skin at the movements.

[privatehotchaccount]

He shrugged out of his coat as her hands pushed at it and found himself smiling against her lips as he mirrored her urgency, pushing her own smaller suit coat off and tossing it to the side. His hazel eyes took her in, those pink, kiss-swollen lips, her glassy eyes, the panting breaths. He didn’t even realize he was talking until the words tumbled from his mouth, “Christ…” he swallowed thickly and added softly, “You’re beautiful.” 

He fisted his hands in the bottom of her shirt, then slowly unbuttoned the shirt, one at a time sliding the discs through their little holes until it hung loose on her form. He traced his fingers down her torso then covered her mouth with his slower, more intimately as he cupped the back of her neck and slid his hand inside her shirt, stroking along the skin over her spine.  This was real. 

He was doing this. He never did things like this. This wasn’t who Aaron Hotchner was, and yet, here he was, kissing her against her door and eagerly anticipating having her all to himself for the rest of the night. He rested his forehead to hers and sighed, “Bedroom?”

[evelynereichard]

This was anything and everything that could get them in trouble with their jobs, and Evelyne didn't even have the thought crossing her mind while he was looking at her. Mostly her thought was on making sure that this man was as effected as she was feeling, of the fact that when he was looking at her it felt as though she was the only woman that he looked at like that. It was once his lips were pulled away from hers that movements seemed to slow, her own fingers running through his hair and keeping him near despite the newfound distance between them as he slowly continued to undress her and undoing the buttons one by one.

The callouses on his fingertips caused her to squirm against his touch when they brushed against her skin for the first time, closing her eyes at the sensation before he pulled her back against him and she could feel the urgency in each of his touches. While the movements seemed to stay the slow, almost relaxed pace it was the fact that his hand slid underneath the fabric of her shirt and was pressed against her back, fingertips dancing across her spine. 

Evelyne should have expected the question to come, but it took her brain a few extra seconds to process it than she would like, the reality of the situation being that her heart was in her throat and most of her focus was still on the hand that was on her back. The words clicking and falling into place, however, was what seemed to cause her body to start to move and her hand sliding down from his hair to wrap around his tie. Slipping out from him after pressing a lingering kiss against his jawline, Evelyne gently pulled on the tie to help lead him up the stairs to her bedroom. Sparing a glance behind her, she gave the man a small smile at the fact that his own lips were still red from kissing her and his hair was deliciously disheveled from her fingers being ran through it and she felt a flash of pride run through her at the knowledge that it wasn't just everyone that got to see this man like that when she nudged the bedroom door open.

[privatehotchaccount]

He followed her to his car and climbed into the driver’s seat, buckling in and beginning the drive as she told him her location. He was familiar with it. Morgan had once had a property over that way that he’d helped work on with Jack. He followed her directions to her home and parked in front of it, taking the moment to unbuckle his seat belt and glance at her before climbing out of the car and heading to her side of the vehicle.

If she was going to grant him the ability to spend the night with her, then he knew he needed to treat her like the lady she was. 

He opened her car door and helped her out before following her up to her front door, his body pressing against hers from behind, his mouth kissing along her neck as she unlocked the door.  He was patient and would take his time with her, would make sure she had gotten thorough attention before he even considered entering her. The condoms in his wallet, the ones that Morgan had insisted he have just in case, seemed like they’d be coming in handy.  Finally.

He turned the door knob after she unlocked the door and got her in the door before he turned her around and shut it then pinned her to it. No more public indecency. He pushed her up against the door with his hand on her back and the other at her waist as he sealed his mouth over hers again and kissed her with long, open mouth kisses that gave her little doubt as to what he wanted. 

[evelynereichard]

Bar the direction that she occasionally gave him to get to the home, pointing at the empty driveway to direct him which one to pull into, there wasn’t much conversation in the short drive to her home. There wasn't much to tell in way of her house, though she was proud just simply because of the fact it was hers, that was all that mattered when it came down to it. Biting her lip for a few long moments as she walked up the pathway, their footsteps echoing quietly in the night's stillness that seemed to envelope her street.

By the time that she had made it to the doorway and started to try to unlock the door, a process that normally would have been quick and easy, she could feel the fact that Aaron was standing behind her clearly. The heat of his body was warm against her back as she walked to her front door and the fact that he tugged her back against him, his hands hot against her despite the fabric of her shirt while her head fell back against his shoulder and she bit down on her lip for a few seconds before letting out a soft sigh when the lock clicked and signaled that she had gone through and got it unlocked. 

The movements from that point forward were quick and fast, the fact that he was turning her around and pressing her against the door as it shut while her hands move up around his hair and pulled him to her; his mouth doing wicked things to hers as she tossed her keys towards the bowl that she knew was somewhere, tugging on the lapels of his jacket once more before letting out a soft gasp into his mouth before she was pushing the jacket off his shoulders and down his arms.

[privatehotchaccount]

He nodded and glanced into the parking lot just a few feet away, “Let me drive?” He pressed against her as her hips lifted toward his, giving her a moment to feel him, then took a step back and murmured softly, “Not out here, Evelyne…” 

Her eagerness was a turn on, he’d be lying to say it wasn’t but he didn’t want public indecency reports and, he really didn’t want to explain to Strauss why he was openly having sex with a younger agent against a stranger’s car.  He tugged her away from the car with his hand in hers and nodded toward his car, “Come on. I’ll take you home…” He squeezed her hand and smiled weakly. He hadn’t had enough to be an unsafe driver, nor had he had enough to render his common sense obsolete. This was a horrible idea but he’d seen their unsub kill their last victim right in front of him and right now, Aaron wanted nothing more than to forgot those images. If his team could lose themselves with each other, he wanted that too. He would lose himself in this young woman, and hopefully be able to do it again and again if she’d let him. 

[evelynereichard]

This was a man who was able to walk into the same kind of situations that she did, obviously with a fair amount of success if he was still with the Bureau after this amount of time. To know that she effected him at all was a game changer, was something that caused her stomach to sip and a small smile on her lips when he pressed his lips against hers for a few brief seconds and then was gone again as she nodded her consent to let him drive them. 

Work was something that would sort itself out tomorrow, and if all else failed, there was always coffee that could assist her in getting through the day, after all.

Evelyne let him lead her away from the car for a second before wondering whether or not he was actually okay to drive. While she’d had the single drink she’d started with when he came over, there was no real knowing how much he’d drank before she got there, though he didn’t particularly strike her as one to drink and drive to begin with.

With the car unlocked and slipping in the door, she ran a hand through her hair for a few seconds and let out a breath that she’d been holding, well aware that her cheeks were still flushed and her lips still bruised from the kisses against the other car before he had even stepped in to join her. 

With the new air and the time to think came the fact that her stomach was fluttering and there was a certain amount of uncertainty that came with it. She wasn’t one to be impulsive, she was calculated and a planner to the core, but this was entirely impulsive and uncertain, but while bringing a man back to her house wasn’t unheard of, it definitely was something that was uncommon in every degree. “I’m over on Burrow,” she said softly.

[privatehotchaccount]

He willingly leaned into her insistent kisses and held her against him, backing her up against a car, not caring if it was hers or not. His hand moved from her hair to her waist as he held her against him more and then murmured while pulling back, “Your place or mine?”

The words were out before he could think and he chuckled softly as he let his hand on her back travel along her spine possessively. He didn’t care about the rest of work tomorrow. She was warm and beautiful and everything that he wanted to get lost in.  He licked his lips and kissed her lightly again then murmured against her lips, “Our cars aren’t an option. You deserve better than that.”  He refused to have their first time be in or against a car. What the hell was he? A clumsy 15 year old? No. He would take her on a bed, where he could see her, watch her, possess her.  He dropped one hand to hers and brought it up to rest on his neck, entwining their fingers by his pulse, “Your choice, Evelyne…”

[evelynereichard]

For a second, she raised an eyebrow at the implication that she was lost enough that she would risk a public indecency charge being on both their records, a story that no one wanted to explain that kind of story to a superior, no matter how pleasurable. After all, it would certainly be a mistake to start anything off in a jail cell.

Truthfully, she didn’t know where his home was, or how close it was compared to their location, what she was sure about was the fact that her own house was close enough to where they were at that they weren’t having to go back into Quantico.

It might have been better to wait, but right then there was something that felt incredibly right about this, the fact that he was pressed against her and their fingers were intertwined against his neck as she tilted her hips up against his gently, barely even moving before shifting so she could rest her shoulders back against the car behind them and relax slightly. 

“Mine,” she said softly, brushing her fingers against the end strands of his hair, her other hand raising and fingertips brushing against his jawline. “Aaron, I’m just a few blocks away, unless you'd rather go to yours."

[privatehotchaccount]

He didn’t even stop to think, didn’t even hesitate really before he closed his mouth on hers and tugged her against him, one hand moving away from her jaw to move around her back under her suit coat, his hand holding her torso to his as he took possession of her mouth without asking. 

His hand on her jaw slid back into her wavy brown locks and he let the strands nestle into his palm as he kissed her thoroughly. He pulled back when oxygen became a necessity, his breathing labored and hot against her mouth as he shared her air then sighed.  They had work the next morning. They had work and he almost didn’t care.  He tilted her head back and nipped at the junction of her neck and jaw, “We have work tomorrow.” He pressed open mouth kisses down her neck and then back up to her ear, “But if you’re available, I’d like to see you tomorrow night. Dinner?”  The unspoken question of if she’d be interested in ending the dinner date with sex hung in the air as he pulled her torso against him and stared down into her green eyes. “Unless you, uh, aren’t in a rush to get home and go to bed…”  /In which case, I’d be happy to wear you out./ 

He licked his lips and tried not to stare at her mouth. Not staring would give him some ability to keep his mind off the delicious things he could do to her, that he wanted to do to her. 

[evelynereichard]

She had thought about doing that minutes before, minutes before they’d exchanged words of just what it was that they ere wanting and whether they wanted a chance to run away from all of this, but she had certainly not thought that his lips against hers would be quite like this.

They were soft and pulling her in while the hand nestled in her hair was keeping him close against her and his arm was pulling her tighter against him. It took her a moment before one of her own hands wove into his hair and pulled him tighter, nipping against his lips with her teeth before he pulled away and reminded her about work, the words barely even registering before he pressed his mouth against her neck and her lips fell open, the air rushing out of her lungs.

Evelyne wasn’t sure whether or not he realized just how good he was at that, the fact that she felt light on her feet and her head was swimming pleasantly from the kisses as she moved to grasp the lapel of his jacket to keep him close while he whispered into her ear and leaned close against him. 

God, it was a tempting offer, far more than he probably even realized.

This was something that she should consider. She should think about it more than she was, but instead she found him tugging him back town towards her before she stood on her own toes and pressed her lips against his. 

Thinking was overrated, after all.

[privatehotchaccount]

He could see it, could see the way that she was looking at him that there was maybe something else there, simmering just under the surface that told him that maybe she was interested in initiating something but not sure if she should take that step. 

He’d fix that for her in a moment. Right now, he was too busy focusing on what she’d said. They were professionals, but she wasn’t letting the fraternization rules scare her away, but he hadn’t mentioned that. He’d mentioned the age difference between them. He’d mentioned that he was old enough to be her father, and she had skipped right over it. Somewhere in his mind, the voice of reason which sounded oddly like David Rossi was prodding him on, telling him to throw caution to the wind and see where things could go. Aaron had to admit that that notion seemed to have worked well for Dave, being that Emily Prentiss was more likely than not pinned to a wall in her apartment with David Rossi buried inside her.  Aaron waited until they’d gotten a little further away from the bar and chewed his lip for a split second before he turned to her and cupped her face in his hands, his lips quirked up in a weak grin.  "This is crazy, you know."  He cleared his throat, “And I’m confident that your father would kill me if he knew that I was even contemplating starting to see you off the clock.” His thumbs brushed along her cheekbones and he took a tentative breath in, “I should walk you to your car and then walk away. The bureau would prefer it that way. Your father would prefer it that way. I’m confident all the men in the BAU that are around your age would prefer it that way.” He fixed his hazel eyes on her and swallowed thickly, “But I’m more concerned with what you would prefer.” He took a half step closer to her, closing the distance slightly as his voice dropped to a near whisper, “What do you want, Evelyne?” They looked ridiculous out here. Both in their standard issue FBI suits and fully armed. Him, the accomplished leader of the best team of profilers in the bureau, and completely awkward in how to handle her, handle this. He wasn’t playing with fire by dating a team member, someone he’d known for years. She was brand new and a complete stranger- and yet he wanted to get to know her. He wanted to go home with her and lose himself in her as he learned about her.  He wasn’t sure whether he was crazy or if he’d finally suffered that mental break that JJ always teased him about having due to his stress. Either way, what a way to go. 

[evelynereichard]

Her heart was pounding hard in her chest, unsure of what to say once the words had spilled out of her mouth and she was left with the knowledge that there was no way that she was going to be able to take them back no matter what the circumstances were. To an extent she had played her cards that she was interested in seeing where this went without saying much of anything and certainly without committing to whatever seemed to be blooming.

He was right, he could be her father if their age was that kind of distance apart. She was certain that Aaron was thinking this through more than what she was willing, but she certainly hadn’t shifted to turn and cup her face in his hands while her eyes raised to meet his when he spoke.

Evelyne was more than aware of the fact that her voice had caught in her throat with him that close, but when he brought up her father it was her eyebrows that pulled together at the unexpected remark before shaking her head and his hands stilled the movements. Mostly she knew what it was that she would prefer, she wanted to see what this ended up heading towards and whether or not they crashed and burned or if it ended up being something that they were able to make work despite the insanity that would undoubtedly be their work schedules.

“I don’t want you to just walk me to my car,” she admitted softly, a small smile curving on her lips at the admission. “I don’t want you to just walk away.”

It could ruin them. 

She was certainly more than aware of the fact that there was a high risk and couldn’t even begin to bring herself to care about that or to care that in all likelihood this would be their destruction. 

He was right. Her father would be livid if he knew that this was even a possibility or on a radar. William Reichard would be livid simply because of the fact that his daughter was not doing as was expected of her. She was doing something that would not only endanger herself but would also go through and endanger the Bureau’s reputation more than hers. That was what mattered for the most part, and she didn’t know how to change or fix something like that in the least without walking away from the possibility of what this could be.

Evelyne had already made the choice and vocalized the fact that she didn’t want it to just end with them walking to the car and leaving it at that, she wasn’t going to be willing to take it back, not if he wasn’t asking her to.

[privatehotchaccount]

He walked with her for several moments, grinning to himself at the acceptance of his company back toward the bureau and to his offer for coffee. He glanced at her and leaned toward her slightly, his hazel eyes keeping sharp awareness around them but his hand cautiously moving over to rest on her lower back. 

What the hell was he doing?  She was well over 10 years his junior. Probably closer to 15 or 20. She was too young for a man just a year away from 50. And yet, he couldn’t say no to his urge to touch her and want to be close to her. He took a deep breath and nudged her gently, “I uh… I’m not usually the guy that does this. I…” He laughed softly at himself and shook his head.  "Realistically here, I’m probably old enough to be your father." He smirked and lifted his eyebrows with a slight shrug, "I probably shouldn’t be asking you out to coffee or anything else for that matter." He tilted his head, "But that’s not going to stop me from seeing if you’d be interested in getting dinner sometime."  He was crazy and he was fairly confident that he was going to be in major trouble if her father found out about this but she was the rare kind of woman who got inside your bones and stayed. She wasn’t a one-night stand or casual date kind of woman. She was the kind of woman you either pursued or stayed the hell away from, and he was in too deep to stay away. He’d have to risk getting burned. She’d undoubtedly be worth it. 

[evelynereichard]

This was wrong.

She was so aware of the fact that this was wrong on many different levels and she still didn’t seem to be able to step back from the situation and let it drop. He was right in saying that he was old enough to be her father, possibly at least, but she knew that this was likely going to be a whole hell of a lot of trouble for their work relationship as well. While not entirely enforced, there were fraternization rules in place for a reason and it was because of the fact that it got messy fast.

It would be so easy to nod her head and just play it off as casual.

Play this entire situation off as something that was simplistic and easy, something that wasn’t complicated.

And yet she couldn’t even begin to think about that possibility and she was aware that this was going to likely blow up in her face just simply because he knew her father, whatever relationship that there was. 

Her romantic life had been dry for months, with only the occasional date that seemed to never particularly went further than a couple dates and a few kisses, well… Evelyne was aware that any kind of pull toward someone was going to be playing with fire because she never did do well with someone telling her that she couldn’t do something.

She’d stopped walking and looked at him as he continued to talk, her thoughts rolling through her as his words were placed in front of her as she nodded slightly. “I’ve never been one for not doing something just simply because of the fact that it’s against the rules, particularly when there doesn’t seem to be much harm in this. If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. We’re professionals, we can be professionals. But if it does… then we go from there,” she said softly, smiling gently at the man.

This was something that was clearly was conflicting within him and she opened her mouth for a second before closing it again and hesitating. For a second, the thought flashed before her to kiss him, to see whether there was anything there or if it was just the alcohol and the fact that the conversation was comfortable that made it feel this way before she backtracked. It likely wasn’t that man’s style and she wasn’t sure whether or not she wanted to push his boundaries, at least not quite yet.

[privatehotchaccount]

He tucked his hands into his pockets and shrugged, “I can see that, Agent Reichard. I was just trying to help.” He licked his lips and sighed. /So much for asking her to coffee. I fucked this one up nice./ He glanced up and down the street then tilted his head, “I uh, suppose walking you back to your car would be out of the question then too.”

It was more of a statement, even with the slight inflection of a question at the end of it.  He would follow her back to her car whether she wanted him to or not. It was just a matter of her ascent for him to walk next to her while conversing or for him to follow her without any conversation. There would be no negotiating on his protective instincts. He glanced up at the sky for a moment, taking in the stars and the blackness of the sky before turning back to her and dropping his eyes. /Now or never…/ He found his shoes tremendously interesting as he spoke to her, “I’m sure you can take care of yourself, I just…” he huffed, “Please? I won’t be able to sleep tonight if I have to think of you experiencing what we know people are capable of.” /What my ex wife had to suffer…/  He swallowed lightly then chuckled softly, “I’ll make it up to you with coffee in the morning…” There it was. His potential in to maybe see that pretty face again, without the bar setting and liquor. Maybe he’d warm up a little more at coffee with her. Let her see past that Ice-Man facade that was so familiar to everyone in the bureau.

[evelynereichard]

Even though he lacked the physically backing up away from the situation, it was painfully clear that his words were doing enough backing up for him in an attempt to figure out how to make up for assuming. It made her shake her head slightly, tugging the jacket around her waist and a small smile tugging on her lips for a few seconds. “You ask. Rather than assume,” she said softly, biting down on her lip before shaking her head.

This man seemed to be full of contradictions, at least of what she initially assumed about him, much to her frustration and annoyance. She wasn’t sure if he was purposefully not letting her get a clear read on what his intentions were, or what the point was of trying to help her out with the man that was inside, but she couldn’t. It aggravated her in ways that she didn’t even bother trying to put to words. 

But there was something that was making her not just turn and walk away.

The fact that he was just as frustrated, though, was rather entertaining for her to experience because this was probably a man who never really dealt with frustration in his day to day life.

“Yes, Aaron, you can walk me back to the Bureau,” she said softly, stepping off to the side so he could join her in the walk back. 

The invitation for coffee the next more, admittedly, caught her off guard and there was a momentary pause in her movements before she looked over at him, her eyes skimming over his face in an attempt to find out whether or not he was being serious or just trying to lighten the mood. “I… yeah, coffee sounds nice,” she finally admitted, letting her fingers run through her hair before a genuine smile appeared.

[privatehotchaccount]

He sighed and shook his head, “I didn’t mean…” 

Her father was clearly a sore subject. He wanted to get off it, get as far away from that topic as possible and he breathed out softly before draping his arm over the back of her chair as the blonde man checked her out again then started to get up. Aaron glared slightly at him, daring him silently to come over and smirked as the man sat back down and looked elsewhere for a piece of meat to take home with him.  /Over my dead body, asshole./ He turned to glance back at her with a slightly shy smile, “I think he’s preparing to come over and uh, given that you’re not interested in, how did you put it, someone who looks like they’ve been over eating on carrots,” he smirked, “I think we should get you out of here.”  He dropped a $50 on the bar and gestured between her and him while staring at the bar tender; Aaron’s way of communicating that he was covering her too. He downed the rest of his drink with a quick sip then held his hand out to her. “Come on. I’ll walk you back to your car.”  Agent or not, he didn’t trust the situation. She was smaller than that guy in multiple ways and likely wouldn’t stand a chance against him, even with her training. No. Aaron was going to make sure she got back to her car safely; and if he ended up asking her to coffee the next day, then so be it. 

[evelynereichard]

Her father had always somehow been able to poke buttons at her, even since she was young enough for people to start to realize that although she said she had a daddy, he never showed up to anything that was going on, no matter how important or insignificant. Evelyne hadn’t mean tot snip at Aaron, but she also knew that it was a sore subject for which she would have to apologize more for once she could grasp at her bearings a bit more wit him suddenly leaning into her more and his arm around her chair before his words washed over her.

She wasn’t necessarily going to let him have this one, let him off the hook for the comment or the assumption that he could pay her tab but the quick and easy exit was going to be their best way out of there, and given that one set of his teammates had already snuck out while he wasn’t looking? Well, Evelyne was willing to bet that she might be able to get out of the bar with little to no issues with the Carrot Man if he saw the man in front of him as a perceived threat.

“He favors his left side, indicating that there as probably an injury he didn’t let heal at some point, and I have a knife on my ankle,” she said simply, raising her eyebrows as she stopped once they were outside. If there was one thing that Evelyne Reichard was sure of, it was the fact that in 99% of situations, she could defend herself to the point that she didn’t need help and the fact that there was someone standing in front of her that didn’t really seem to understand that basic principle? Well, it frustrated her more than she was willing to try to put to words just then. “I can take care of myself, Hotchner, I’ve been doing it for a number of years actually.”

[privatehotchaccount]

He laughed softly at her comment about the insult and shook his head, both his dimples making a rare appearance at her. “No, I… Not at all.” He let the smile linger for a moment as the looked at each other and he allowed himself the luxury of wondering what she thought she saw when she looked at him. 

/Reichard… Reich- Shit./

He sighed and reached forward with his hand, taking hers in his and ignoring the slight jolt of energy that seemed to radiate from her into his hand. “Aaron Hotchner. BAU Team A.” He glanced at the floor and turned fully to face her, no longer capable of keeping a watchful eye on the team without finding himself blushing. /For God’s sake could Morgan and Garcia get a room?/  He held her hand a few moments longer than necessary then let go, opting to grab his drink to keep his hand busy. “Any chance you’re related to Bill Reichard? I worked with him when I first joined the bureau. He was… interesting.” Interesting wasn’t the word. He and Agent Reichard had been polar opposites at the time he’d started in the BAU; probably still were. Aaron was detached in the office but at home, with his boy, he was warm and caring. Bill had never really read as anything but being an, for lack of a better term, asshole.  He swallowed thickly and tilted his head, “I didn’t know he had any family.” He eyed her a little more closely, his eyes lingering on her body for a moment before he lifted to look at her face and silently added on, /let alone a daughter that looked like this./

[evelynereichard]

He knew this job. That was painfully obvious in all the right ways as his hand slipped into hers, the callouses from frequent usage of guns obvious and clear though his touch was gentler than she had expected that it would be. For the most part she was used to men who were rough and brash and even a slightly be careless about how they handled other people from time to time when it came to things like handshakes. The touch lingered long enough that she gave his hand one last squeeze before settling it back on the side of her glass and crossed her legs in front of her when he turned to face her.

Aaron Hotchner was a man who… well, she wasn’t entirely sure if he realized that he was handsome, or if he did her certainly didn’t seem to feel the need to help enhance it by wearing shirts that weren’t loose or doing something that wasn’t quite standard issue FBI when it came to his hair. Then again, it was quite possible that he also just simply didn’t care about those kinds of things either when he came off of a case and didn’t feel the need to change his appearance.

The mention of her father though made her tense.

That was probably something that wasn’t going to go unnoticed, and even Eve was willing to admit to that fact.

She opened her mouth and shut it for a couple seconds before sighing and finally finding the words to speak, “He does. Have family, a wife and daughter,” she admitted, rolling her eyes at the thought. “But yes, I’m related to him. Great at his job from everything that I’ve heard about him,” she said simply.” 

Her father was a sore topic, and no matter what the future might bring, she was willing to bet that the man would always be one for her. The constant disapproval marked with the fact that he wasn’t entirely fond of the fact that she had already quick that if she wanted to do something that she was going to have to be willing to stand up to him? Well, it was a crash course that had lead her to lose any relationship with her father that she’d had right alongside her fiancee. It was a blow that had been intense and marked her willingness to acknowledge the fact that if she could make it through something like then maybe the Bureau was the right move for her.

[privatehotchaccount]

Her laughter surprised him, but beyond that it, it enchanted him. She was enchanting. He shrugged as she eyed them, clearly she wasn’t the kind of person he needed to worry about. 

Her comment about being one woman short had his lips quirking up into a rare and playful grin, his head tilted as he stared down at his drink and sighed, “I don’t date within my team. I’m the boss. That’s asking for trouble.” He glanced at her and chuckled, “I don’t want the glory of laying one of my subordinates and I don’t want them to become martyrs for the higher ups to use as examples of bad agent behavior.”  He idly wondered what position she played on the alternates teams. Not that it would matter. Dating outside of his team wouldn’t be an issue. He blinked at the insinuation that she was even interested. They were just colleagues, drinking at a pub and socializing. No intents had been made or anything close to get him on that path.  Maybe it had been that long since he was close to a female. He leaned a little closer and spoke low, “You uh, have an admirer. 2 o’clock.” Sure enough, sitting just kitty corner from them was a man, blonde, older looking than Aaron and with a tan so fake that he was almost glowing orange. Aaron resisted the urge to put his arm over the back of her chair and instead, turned his head to face her. “I can leave if you want to uh…” he shrugged and cupped his drink in his hand.  Maybe that was her type? Old, blonde, and having a mid-life crisis? Or maybe she’d ask him to stay and Aaron could enjoy her enchanting personality a little more.

[evelynereichard]

So, this was a man that should smile more, though she was fairly certain from lack of laugh lines around his eyes that it wasn’t a recent development that he didn’t get to, one thing that she knew beyond a shadow of doubt though? He definitely deserved to have reasons to smile more of that's the kind of look that he gave everyone, that's for certain.

The careful offer to let her go and try to pursue something with the older man that was sitting a little ways from where they were at though? That took her surprise enough that she sat a little straighter and her fingers stilled against the edge of her glass for a few brief seconds. “Thank you?” she said raising her eyebrow before taking another sip of her drink and shaking her head. “Though I think that’s an insult if you think I’m into men that look like they have been eating too many carrots for far too long.”

For a second, Evelyne let her eyes linger on the man that was sitting next to her, the fact that although he was easily pushing ten years older like she’d original estimated, he didn’t particularly show his age in many ways until you got a good look at his eyes where he looked like he was damn exhausted, but she wasn’t going to pry with someone she didn’t know on whether or not it was a physical exhaustion or emotional.

“Evelyne Reichard, by the way,” she said, shifting so she could hold her free hand out for him to shake before giving him a grin. “I’m guessing that you’re BAU though from the knowledge that I was?”

[privatehotchaccount]

He felt eyes on him and decided to not bother looking over. The majority of times he did respond to that feeling it was a bat floozy looking to get laid. That would’ve normally been Morgan or Rossi’s cue but given that, Aaron glanced up and smirked, Emily’s hips and mouth closed in on the matching anatomy of David Rossi and Morgan and Garcia were practically dry humping on the dance floor, that wouldn’t be an option tonight. 

/Yep. Best to not acknowledge it./ Aaron shifted on the stool and after several minutes and feeling that stare shift elsewhere, he glanced over and blinked in silence. She… she looked familiar. He licked his lips and took a moment to stare before looking away and trying to place her. Counter Terrorism? No… He glanced back and almost felt the proverbial light click on in his head. BAU. She was on one of the alternate teams. He took a deep breath in and slid off the stool, heading over casually and taking the seat next to her with a soft clearing of his throat, “You work in the BAU, right?” He lifted his eyebrows and sighed, “Look, I know everything happening over there…” he nodded toward the dance floor, “Is technically breaking every fraternization rule,” he closed his eyes as Garcia laughed and silently added ‘And then some…’, "But we just got back from a really bad case and I think they needed to decompress. I’d appreciate it if this didn’t leave the pub."

[evelynereichard]

It wasn’t so much the fact that someone had sat next to her and was clearly trying to get her attention that surprised her as much as the fact that the words that were coming out of his mouth were that surprise. She wasn’t being recognized so much as a co-worker as the fact that she could very easily get this particular team in a heap of trouble if she really wanted to. This was the particular kind of situations that she had to be in the midst of, and certainly hadn’t joined the Bureau for, not that a man that probably had at least ten years on her needed to know that particular piece of information

She should have been surprised at the laughter that bubbled high and then spilled out of her mouth at the request, shaking her head at the man’s request next to her before actually turning and facing him. “Trust me, fraternization? That’s the last thing that I would worry about in the rule book,” she said, shrugging her shoulders before glancing at the grouping of people that he’d glanced back towards and shaking her head with a smile on her lips at the fact that the man was clearly embarrassed about the displays that were being put on. “Besides, this kind of job? Kinda hard not to end up with someone you work with, they’re the only people you see. So if supervisors find out? Not gonna be from me.”

Her job? The job that they did was to help people, the inter-personal relationships and office politics that came with it seemed to just be embellishment on the cake that Evelyne didn’t particularly want but was left with no matter the situation. She lived for the cases and making sure that she did her job to the best of her ability, she had to if there was ever going to be a hope of proving her father wrong when he’d told her that there was no way that she’d be suited for this kind of job. “Guessing you’re one woman short of having a co-worker to pair up with too though, huh?”

[privatehotchaccount]

It wasn’t so much that he hated time out with the team as it was that he hated time out with his employees. He loved the team dearly, he would take a bullet for them and had on a couple occasions, but his idea of fun didn’t include socializing with them. He wanted to keep them at arm’s length. He needed for them to see him as a boss, not so much as a peer. It sucked for him because he knew that the team was very close and he often envied that, but when he had to bring the hammer down and be the boss, it made it easier. 

That was how he ended up clear across the room, seated at the corner or the bar, watching with hawk-like hazel eyes as the ladies of the team danced with the men; Morgan with Garcia, Prentiss with Rossi, and JJ with Reid. None of those pairings worried him the way Morgan and Garcia did.  That was one sexual comment away from a sexual harassment seminar.  He had noticed Emily and Dave getting closer, spending time together on the jet, and if he was going to be honest with himself, he could see it panning out. He could see her being good for Dave and hoped that if something did happen, which was damn near inevitable when it came to the Italian man, that it would be kept out of the office. The last thing he needed was to have to sit the two of them down and tell them to get their shit together or break up. He didn’t want to be *THAT* asshole.  JJ and Reid had danced around each other long enough that Aaron wasn’t even worried. Hell, he wanted them together as much as the rest of the people who saw them. They worked and it was beautiful. He just wanted to see them happy. All of them.  Part of him wanted to be happy too. But that had been wrecked with his divorce and Haley’s death shortly after. So much for happily ever afters. He ordered up a second drink, scotch on the rocks, and sighed. Maybe he’d find his damsel in distress tonight.

[evelynereichard]

Most of the time Evelyne wasn’t particularly great with socializing with the rest of her time, in part due to the fact that while she had grown up around agents and knew how they thought, it also meant that she was well aware that to a certain extent, everyone was watching where their co-workers were stepping for fear that it might mess up their own career, or better yet? That there would be something more to be done and it would give them a leg up. She had seen it more than once during her father’s career and as a result she’d been leery of everyone that was a part of this particular profession.

By the time that she made it into the bar, there were pairs dancing and obvious that some of the people that had been drinking for some length of time. The occasion people that were familiar to her made her lips quirk up, because that was something that was undoubtedly going to be interesting to watch at the very least. Slipping onto the barstool, she waved at the bartender when he nodded and acknowledged her, holding one finger up to let her know that it would be a minute before he would make it over there. 

An elbow resting against the counter, she shifted in the seat so she could watch the people moving around; the man that had a very clear rejection that was headed his direction if the way that the woman looked was any sort of indication or the couple that were pressed up against each other with their arms entwined and her hand buried in his hair and his own mouth dangerously close to her jawline. That was just asking for trouble in ways that one could never describe.

There weren’t many men that were alone in the bar, more often than not it seemed as though it was the women who were left on their own in these kind of places. The few that were there, however, were ones that were intriguing to watch, even moreso than the pairs or groups of people, before her eyes landed on a vaguely familiar figure. She would be willing to put money down on the fact that she probably knew him from work, and as such wasn’t even going to go near the possibility of being caught looking at him as the bartender stepped over and took her drink order, setting the vodka tonic in front of her quickly before she took a long drink. That was definitely something that she needed.

[evelynereichard]

Evelyne Reichard had grown tired of the same four walls that were known to her as an office, the fact that they held pictures of the current case that she was working seemed to just wear on her mind more and more each day the longer that she was there. It was a consequence of her career, but even she was able to find the limits by which everything needed to stop turning round for and begin to be a bit more stereotypical for most people. That, it seemed, was definitely not in the cards for her these days and that more often than not, she just really wanted a stiff drink

Today was one of the days where her hair was a mess and she didn't quite have the desire to attempt to tame it, even in the best of circumstances. Her job, however, was one of the lucky ones that her hair didn't necessarily matter as long as she was able to pin it back away from her face and mostly swept up from her neck. Exhausted didn't quite begin to cover it these days, but that was the life of someone that choose to be a profiler and sacrifice their lives to be able to do something for the so-called greater good. 

Silence seemed to be a greater good and was few and far, but it certainly was with a small smile on her lips that Eve slipped out of her office and locking the door behind her, tugging her shoulder back up higher and waving at the few people that were still left. There was a pub that was only a short walk away from the Bureau’s headquarters in DC, and tonight she was definitely planning on taking advantage of the fact that they had a fairly decent selection of beers in house each fall. A pause to toss her bag in the car before slipping her debit card and ID in the pocket, as well as her badge, she was on her way down the street with the intention of not stopping until she had a chance to step into that bar and get at least one drink in her system.