An Aussie fan of Hotch and other stuff

Mostly Hotch Master List

[leo-gold-hotchner]

I have Korean background, and I’m proud of it. I’m Australian, but at the same time, I’m also Korean. I’m glad that I can experience both cultures. I’m also bi, but I also identify myself as pansexual.

I don’t appreciate any racial, homophobic remarks or unreasonable comments. If you want to criticise the fics I wrote, go ahead, but be reasonable.

It’s free to make your opinions, but you don’t have the right to hurt others. Just keep those comments in your head.

[leo-gold-hotchner]

Dating app

Long time no writing!!!!

Aaron Hotchner X G.N. Reader

The BAU team was quietly doing paperwork. From time to time, Reid or Morgan went to the kitchen to refill their coffee cup, and Prentiss yawned and stretched. While supporting your chin, you flicked your fingers as drily watched photos of 'potential date partners'. Of course, at first, you were reluctant to sign up for a dating app, especially what you live for; you had the right to be cautious about meeting a stranger from an app. But you didn't want loneliness to become your life partner. Your finger halted in the air, and you forced yourself not to scream or jump out from your chair in surprise.

You stared at the photo on the app. Then you looked back at your boss' office. Hotch was in his dark office, looking down at his desk with only the lamp on.

You looked at the photo and the name.

It was Hotch.

You quickly observed other photos. Then you realised something was off. All 5 photos were taken from a distance. Not too far, but still, there were no selfies or face-close distance photos. Even if it was Hotch, if he signed up for the dating app, he would've at least tried to take a selfie, wouldn't he? Maybe an imposter?

You tapped your desk and then looked around. Thankfully, your friends were occupied with their own stuff, and they weren't interested in what you were doing.

Should I?

You looked back at the Hotch's office again. Would Hotch really sign up for a dating app? One way to find out. Hotch would probably leave his office to grab you if it was really him. After all, your photos and name were on the profile anyway.

'Hello, handsome.'

You messaged him. You didn't know how long he or an imposter would take to reply. Besides, you were regretting writing 'handsome'.

Your body winced as you nearly jumped out from your chair as soon as you saw 'read' appear on the chat.

'Hi, there.'

You tilted your head curiously.

As if Hotch didn't know you. You looked at the office, and you blinked. Hotch was looking at his phone now. What the hell?

'What do you like to do during free time?'

If you were drinking, you would've been spitting at the message. You looked back at the office, and Hotch was indeed typing something on his phone.

Was it really Hotch?

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You texted the dating app Hotch for some time, and you weren't sure if it was really Hotch or not. You just wanted to grab him and ask him. The dating app Hotch didn't seem to know about you, and Hotch behaved as if nothing happened at the office and during cases. Your friends could sense something was happening, and you were agitated. They asked, and you just told them you were fine. If Rossi or Morgan find out, they will ask Hotch directly, showing him the texts you've been having with the dating app Hotch. If it were really Aaron, it would embarrass him, and you wanted to spare that for Aaron.

Shoot, when did I start to think of him as Aaron?

You banged your head on your desk. The dating app Hotch insisted on calling him Aaron. You shook your head against the desk and could feel your friends' eyes staring at you. But you didn't care. You needed to know if the dating app Hotch was real Hotch or not.

"A trouble in paradise?"

You rolled your eyes at Morgan's comment. You turned off your phone screen before Morgan could come and look into it.

"I wish," you scoffed. You sat up straight and crossed your arms behind your head. "Just a puzzle."

Reid silently came to your side in his chair at the mention of a puzzle.

"Not that kind of puzzle," you chuckled.

"Relationship, huh?" Prentiss grinned with her pen in her mouth.

"Maybe?" You replied with a mysterious smile. "Too early to tell, I think."

"But you'll tell us when it's the time?" Morgan asked. "Penelope will love to hear about your story."

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'Aaron, it's been two weeks we've been texting.'

'Don't you think we should meet and have lunch or something?'

'My bad. I should've asked first. Let's have lunch. I'll tell you after checking my schedule.'

'Nice. I'll be waiting to hear from you!'

You looked at the screen.

Finally, the time to check if the guy is really A… Hotch or an imposter has come.

-------------------------------

You were there first. The dating app Hotch told you where he booked the restaurant, which was in his name. You were playing with a black straw in the water glass while a block of ice was in your mouth, rolling over your tongue.

"L/N?" A dumbfounded voice called you in surprise.

You looked up, and it was Hotch. It was really Hotch. The real Aaron Hotchner, the boss of yours, the leader of the BAU of the FBI. He was staring at you with his mouth ajar. Your mouth was also hung open. You didn't realise the water from the ice was flowing over, which looked like drooling. As soon as you realised the cold feeling on your chin, you quickly cleaned it with the tissue.

"You are real Hotch." You pointed a finger at him.

Hotch made a funny face, then laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

It was your time to make a funny face. Then you took your phone out and showed him the texts you've been having on the dating app.

"You've been texting me…?"

Hotch snatched your phone and read the text for a minute. Then you saw the realisation in his eyes.

"So it was you they set me up with."

"Who?"

"My son and sister-in-law." Hotch returned the phone to you and sat in front of you. "If they set me up with you, they must have liked the text you were sending."

You opened your mouth and closed it several times.

"Sorry about this," Hotch smiled bashfully.

You weren't about to say you asked for a date to check if he was real or not.

"But you knew it was me with the photo but still asked for a date?"

"You not gonna reject now, would you?" You asked.

"Of course not," Hotch smiled softly. "How we got here doesn't matter. We're here for a date lunch, aren't we?"

You could feel blood flushing your cheeks.

"We aren't here as colleagues. Relax," Hotch smiled.

"Then can I call you Aaron?" You asked bashfully.

"You were doing it on the app."

"But it wasn't real you."

Hotch blinked at you and laughed. He looked like a different person. He was so relaxed and smiling more.

"Of course you can. If you still want to continue this, I'm open to it."

"Really?"

It felt like he had read your mind, but it didn't matter. You wanted to get to know Aaron.

"Because I'm not gonna say no, Aaron," you grinned like an idiot.

"F/N, I'm looking forward to it." Aaron mirrored your grin.

++++

"Dad!"

"Aaron!"

Aaron rubbed the back of his head as he was called by his son and sister-in-law.

"Dad, you need to go here!" Jack shoved a phone in front of his dad's face.

Aaron read the screen. It was an address of a restaurant.

"A restaurant?"

"We made a reservation in your name. Go there by 1pm on Thursday, please," Jessica informed Aaron while checking her wallet.

Aaron stared at Jack's unbelievable aunt. Only Jessica can make a request sound like an order.

"Who are you setting me with?"

Jack just grinned at his father.

[leo-gold-hotchner]

Remember when Hotch and I were chosen to take a train for an investigation of a recent case, posing as colleagues who always use a train to commute together?

"F/N." Hotch called me, and I hummed. "Do you want to hold hands?" He said casually as if he was asking, 'do you wanna coffee?'

And there, me actually thinking casually like I was answering 'do you wanna coffee?'

"Yeah."

And we held our hands. Just like that. As if we were casually talking about coffee!

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"What's wrong with you and coffee?" JJ laughs along with my other friends.

"What?" I look at them weirdly.

"You have a beef with coffee?" Derek grins.

"Hey, it's a figure of speech, 'kay?" I roll my eyes.

"Forget about the coffee," Emily throws her pen.

"The important thing is, you and Hotch," Penelope slaps my desk enthusiastically.

"Me and him?"

"Yes!" JJ, Emily, and Penelope chorus in unison while Derek nods beside Emily and Spencer, watching the scene interestingly.

"What about it?"

"Don't play innocence, F/N," Dave wags his finger in front of my eyes. "Between you and Aaron."

Before I could protest or even retort, someone put their hand on my shoulder. As soon as I hear him talking, my heart skips.

"Stop harassing F/N," Aaron warns the team. "Let's go, F/N."

Without saying a word, I gather all my stuff and stand next to Aaron. Dave raises his eyebrows, and Aaron smirks at his mentor.

Aaron and I turn and leave the office. We laugh as we hear our friends' 'wooo' sounds.

"Children, aren't they?" Aaron chuckles.

"As long as JJ doesn’t sing that sitting on the tree song, it's okay," I laugh.

[leo-gold-hotchner]

Unfortunate Reunion Party - pt.11

Hi, I can't apologise enough about my absence, especially with the series. I myself hate the discontinued stories, and here I am, doing it.

I started my PhD this year and broke my foot and going crazy at home.. I made a new GIF of Aaron tho XD

Aaron Hotcher X BAU G.N. Reader

Word: 1K-ish

It felt like waking up from a drunk night. But without a crazy hangover as the best buddy. Suddenly, I became so conscious around me. Everyone was looking at me worriedly as I finally looked up. I didn't know I was back at the temporary BAU office. Only the BAU members were there, and the blinds were all closed over the windows.

“You alright?” Rossi asked gently.

I stared blankly at him. Was I alright? My heart was racing as if I had run a marathon.

“Am I alright?” My voice sounded like a broken radio. My voice echoed throughout the room like a ghost. It was hoarse and hollow. Even to my ears, it sounded like someone who had lost all hope and light in the world, as if I was the only one left in the pitch-dark hole. The bottle I was holding tightly in my head was broken into pieces. I would never be able to pick up the pieces. I would never be okay. I would probably psychoanalysed as soon as I returned to Quantico and kicked out from the bureau. I would be holed in my home and never meet everyone—even Aaron.

The first unvoiced rule of the BAU was ‘do not ever profile a teammate’. But I knew everyone already knew the answer. It was the elephant in the room. Everyone knew my state.

“No, you’re not alright,” Aaron said sharply. Of course, Aaron would be the only one who would break the silence. Given a chance, Rossi would’ve said something first to point out my obvious distress, but he let the leader of the team do it. “You’re exempted from the case until we finish.”

Everyone except Rossi looked at the Unit Chief worriedly, then me. I already knew Aaron would say that.

“But can I stay here?” I whispered. I wanted to see how the case will end.

Aaron’s jaw tightened. After a minute of silence, he gave a curt 'no'. "You will be returning to Quantico tomorrow. I'll contact HQ for the ride."

Without glancing at my way, the leader of the BAU left the office. I winced at the slamming door. He left probably to take care of the aftermath I created with Johns.

I sat silently, not daring to look at the faces of my colleagues.

"It's better than bottling up," Morgan finally said. I blinked at him. "At least you didn't punch him in the face," he grinned to make me feel better.

"I would've punched him in the face," Prentiss chuckled.

"I nearly did," Reid shrugged nonchalantly.

"'We' nearly did," JJ corrected the younger man.

Your hands swept your face. 'We'. It was like lightning had struck in my head.

"We." Everyone looked at me strangely as I blinked dumbfoundedly. "We. Us. Plural."

"F/N?" JJ called me worriedly.

Yeah, I was talking like a broken robot. But everything was jumbled in my head.

"All of us." Eric's words echoed. "It's the town." I looked up at my teammates. "We're against the townspeople."

"You think people are hiding UnSub even though they know who?" Morgan frowned. His eyes quickly skimmed through the list of names and checked their alibies that were written next.

"That and even helping UnSub find a way to access their places." I stood in front of the whiteboard full of photos. I skimmed through the front and turned the board. There were lists of people who attended School Reunion. Next to each name, there were photos of them, including the bullies and mine. 74 attended, and 46 still live in the town or near the town.

"We have alibies for all of them?"

Reid stood next to me. "Each number," he pointed 1,2,3 and 4 next to each name, "means the time of the victim's death. If the number is crossed, it means they don't have an alibi." Each of the 46 names had an alibi or two for each case.

"28 of them didn't return to the town after the reunion," I muttered as I went that through with JJ. "Did we check if the witnesses of them were outside of the town?" I turned to JJ. I felt guilty asking. I felt I was too absorbed with self-pity during the case rather than helping the team.

"Yeah. Many of the witnesses were from workplaces."

"You think the town is covering for each other," Rossi hummed as he leaned towards the whiteboard.

"It feels like the McElroy case from 1956. The victim was a known criminal but bailed out. Later, someone shot him to death," Reid said. "No one was found guilty, but a relative of the victim sued the town. They say the townspeople's attitude was that 'he deserves to die'," he finished.

"It's a possibility. But if that's true, unless we crack someone, we'll have more bodies."

I looked at the second whiteboard where Prentiss drew a relationship between bullies and important figures. I really should refer to them as 'victims', not 'bullies'. Maybe if I had done that in the first place, I should've distanced myself from the case and focused on it more when Aaron suggested. Oh, the ship had sailed already, even if I regret it now.

"Let's say your theory is correct," Prentiss tapped the name of a man under Thomas Kirvy. "Logan Kirvy, the father of Thomas and Eric brothers, once worked at Wilson Security Service. So, he could've helped the UnSub easily to kill Williams."

"Do you think he might have had a key or code to access the security?" I asked, not really knowing how the security company works.

"The company told us they have to submit every key that was provided and checked thoroughly. If they worked with passwords or other forms of encryption, the company changes so retired workers wouldn't abuse it," Morgan explained how the security worked with the retirees.

"Now what?" I pulled my hair in frustration.

I flinched as Rossi put his hand on my shoulder. "Now we start with the witnesses and crack their alibies. While doing so, now we 'officially' know Johns and Rodriguez were friends with the victims, we warn them."

[leo-gold-hotchner]

First love

Hiya all, it’s been long. And I think it’ll take longer next time too.. Kudos to everyone who are busy but always upload fics! I can’t seem to balance my life now.

Aaron Hotchner X G.N. Reader & Jack

It was a good day. You had a day off, and your husband had a day off. And Jack to school? You and Aaron had a good day, giggling like a couple of teenagers on a first date. Not only that, Jack decided to ask a girl to go out with him and Aaron, and you were waiting for your son to return home.

You and Aaron even gave some money to eat snacks or drinks with the girl for the date. So, to be honest, you two were more giddy about your son’s first-ever date than the day of you two alone.

You and Aaron met your eyes, and his eyes shone brightly when you heard the door open. When you saw the petulant face of your son, you winced. Before you could say something, Aaron started to talk without looking closely at his son.

“How was it? Of course, a Hotchner man always succeeds on a date!” 

You stared at your husband incredulously. For a skilled profiler, sometimes Aaron was so oblivious to his son’s behaviour. More likely, Aaron wasn’t an intimidating agent or drill sergeant when he was at home with you and Jack, as his colleagues often call him.

Without a word, Jack ran up to his room and closed the door with a loud bang. And you could hear faint crying above your head.

“Nicely done, Agent Hotchner,” you rolled your eyes and said drily.

“Is it my fault?” Aaron looked lost, like a kicked puppy; he walked up to you in quick steps.

“Are you a profiler or not?”

“I don’t profile my family or friends,” Aaron whined as he buried his head in the crook of your neck.

You two stood there still as the crying of a year 4 kept echoing in your ears.

“Let’s give him time.”

Both of you said at the same time. You and Aaron nearly burst into a fit of laughter but had to hold down for the sake of Jack. Both of you covered each other’s mouth, but as you two met eyes, little giggles escaped.

“You’re a bad parent, Aaron Hotchner,” you grinned.

“Right back at you,” Aaron stuck his tongue out.

“So childish,” you lightly punched your husband’s shoulder.

------Hotch-------

You watched as your husband entered the kitchen with a shaking head.

“He didn’t want it?” You look down at the pizza and Mac and Cheese.

Your ears perked as Jack’s cry seemed to be louder than before.

Aaron nodded as he took a slice of the pizza into his mouth. You raised your brows.

“We ‘an’t was’e ‘is,” Aaron mumbled as he chewed the pizza.

“Oh, well.” You took a spoonful of Mac and Cheese. “Are we bad parents for leaving Jack alone?”

Aaron took a bit of the second slice. “No. We’re giving him space so he can collect himself.”

“I would have believed you if we were in a different circumstance,” you joked. Aaron squinted his eyes and gave a disbelieving smile to you. “I feel like you’re saying that because you want to have all the pizza.”

Aaron chuckled. “Touche.”

Both of you were startled as you heard haste footsteps entering the kitchen. Jack’s eyes were all red and puffy from crying.

“I’m going out again,” Jack accounted determinedly.

You gave him a questioning look, but Aaron grinned.

“Do you need a lift?” Aaron asked casually.

Jack shook his head. “She lives the three houses down. I’ll be back!”

Like a storm, Jack ran out of the house, only leaving his parents in the kitchen.

“Okay, what was that? Did you say something?”

Aaron shrugged. “Didn’t say anything. You know I was kicked out before entering his room.”

“But you asked him if he needed a lift.”

“I know Jack. I know a Hotchner man. We don’t give up easily.” He looked into your eyes intensely.

“Oh yeah, I can never forget how persistent you were for a date with me,” you chuckled, rolling your eyes.

------Hotch-------

As you two waited for Jack to return, both of you were snuggling on the couch in the living room. As soon as the door opened, you and Aaron scrambled out from the couch to see Jack.

You let out a relieved sigh as you saw a bashful smile on Jack’s face even though his eyes were still red-rimmed. 

Aaron silently asked Jack with a thumb up, and Jack mirrored his father.

“So, what did you do?” Aaron asked without hesitation.

“We just talked. But we gonna go and have ice cream tomorrow after school.”

“That’s nice,” you nodded. You wanted to ask why she rejected him the first time, but you weren’t sure if Jack wanted to share with you. “Everything’s alright then?”

“Yeah,” Jack replied with a smile. “She told me she liked me too since last year.”

“What happened before then?” Aaron knitted his brows.

“She thought I liked all the girls in our class ‘cuz I’m always nice to them.”

“Well, everyone’s friend Jack can’t be helped but to be nice,” you chuckled.

Jack’s stomach suddenly voiced a loud growl, reminding the three of you that he hadn’t eaten since lunch at school.

“Finally, pizza time for Jack!” Aaron urged his son to go to the kitchen to have pizza. Jack trotted to the kitchen, each step light as a feather. “I told you a Hotchner man doesn’t fail.” Aaron chuckled as he gave you a little peck on your lips.

“Shush, Hotchner,” you laughed along with your husband. “You should be glad it turned out nicely.”

“It always turns out nicely,” Aaron winked at you as both of you followed Jack to the kitchen.

[leo-gold-hotchner]

Riskiest

Aaron Hotchner X G.N. Reader

When Aaron first met you, you were a new kid in his neighbourhood. Aaron was a quiet kid. He became quieter and sought solitude, especially since Sean was born. He’d leave home to leave his parents and his baby brother alone with a book in his hand.

On that day, as usual, he sat on the edge of the road where a car hardly passed through. He saw familiar faces of neighbouring kids riding bicycles far away. Then you caught his attention. You appeared out of nowhere, holding a black skateboard with a brave yet mischievous face. You put down the skateboard on the pavement and put your foot on it. Briefly, fear flashed in your eyes, but you pushed the skateboard. Your body swayed as you tried to balance, but soon, you fell on your bottom. As if laughing, the skateboard kept rolling away from you. Forgetting about reading the book he brought, Aaron watched you keep riding the skateboard despite failing miserably every time. Unable to stand watching you keep falling, Aaron finally decided to talk to you.

“You should at least wear a helmet to practice.”

You looked up at him from the pavement. “I don’t have one.” You looked younger than him. 

“You have a skateboard, but you don’t have a helmet?” 

You shrugged. “I’m F/N! Me and my family just moved here.” You pointed to a house behind him.

“I’m Aaron. C’mon. I’ll let you borrow my helmet.” Aaron helped you stand up.

“Really?” You asked brightly.

“Yeah. It’s too risky not to wear one.”

-----Hotch-----

Since the first day, you and Aaron have become friends. Not best friends, mind, but friends as Aaron thought you wouldn’t consider him as a best friend. Unlike him, you befriended everyone in the neighbourhood with your sunshine nature. He was considered ‘no fun’ and ‘brooding’ by his peers and other kids, and he was fine with that. He didn’t want to befriend kids who would make fun of him for studying or reading. You didn’t do that. You would ask what he was doing and listen to his books and hobbies, like collecting coins, with genuine interest on your face. You were a good friend with a kind heart. You were the best friend Aaron had hoped for in every quality, except one thing. You would always do something stupid once in a while. He saw several times where you would make risky decisions that might cause injury or even hospitalisation. And it fell on him to stop you from making stupid decisions to play with your life.

You and Aaron were at the small playground next to your primary school, and both of you were sitting on a swing.

“You should stop being stupid,” Aaron frowned as he watched you drinking the apple juice his mother gave you.

“It’s fun,” you replied, dangling your legs from the swing. “Let me show you something!” Then you started to swing the swing.

“No! I don’t want you to show me something!” Aaron’s face turned into horror as he had an idea what you were about to do.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been showing everyone!”

-----Hotch-----

Aaron’s body stiffened as someone hugged him from the back. But he soon relaxed as he knew who it was.

“Get off,” the teenager said gruffly.

“You are too cold!” You whined and stood before him with a bright smile. “How was your exam?”

“How did you know I had an exam?” Aaron shot his brows upward. You and Aaron didn’t go to the same high school as he went to a selective school, whereas you went to the neighbourhood public school. He was a little disappointed when you told him that.

“You know I babysit your brother, right?”

“And?”

“I talk to your parents. And Sean tells me this and that.”

“So, my family tells you my schedule,” Aaron said drily.

“They want you to talk to them, you know.”

Aaron rolled his eyes. Ever since the swing incident, his parents and your parents became good friends. Your parents thanked him for looking after their kid, who liked to do daring things. And his parents liked you for being their son’s good friend, as the adults thought Aaron was isolated among his peers.

“Hey, Aaron,” you called him cheerfully. Aaron looked at you questioningly. “John and Jane asked for a date.”

Aaron didn’t imagine his blood turning cold at the mention of John and Jane. He’d known them since he was young before you moved to the neighbourhood. And they were bad news. Whispers were going around, and among kids, it was to be believed that both of them were dealing drugs and just a step away from becoming a drug addicts. Aaron stared at you, who was obliviously humming an exciting tune.

“If I choose one of them, the other will be pretty upset, don’t you think?”

He knew your tendency to make a riskier choice. For fun, as you told him once.

“Neither of them is good for you,” Aaron snapped.

“They make me feel special.”

Aaron’s jaw twitched. “You are special.”

You stared at him with widened eyes. Soon your eyes turned soft, and you smiled lightly at him.

-----Hotch-----

Aaron grumbled inside at the knocking on his apartment, without checking who, Aaron opened the door, ready to glare at the unwanted intruder of the night. His face turned thunderstruck as you were shivering from the rain without shoes. He could clearly see the bruises on your face despite the dim light of the apartment.

“F/N!” Aaron gulped, and his head briefly turned blank. “Dammit, what happened? Come in.” 

He quickly ushered you in and pushed you into the bathroom. Without a word, you sat in the bathtub and silently watched him turn the hot water to fill the tub.

“Wait here. I’ll bring you a warm drink.”

Aaron quickly boiled milk in the microwave to make hot chocolate. Whatever happened to F/N, he’d find out, and whoever hurt F/N would pay. Ever since you told him about choosing John and Jane, the distance grew between the two of you. It wasn’t like either of you avoided each other. Aaron focused on his study, and F/N would focus on something Aaron didn’t know. Many things changed since. But what most impacted their relationship would be F/N’s parents’ divorce and Aaron going out into the world as a university student. Aaron knew F/N didn’t have a good relationship with the family. 

Aaron mused as he stirred the spoon to melt the chocolate powder. He didn’t know then, but he knew now. Both you and him felt lonely after their siblings were born. Aaron became a kid to keep himself, whereas you sought a place to belong. Your dangerous tendency was to find a place to belong because risky decisions made you popular. Aaron sighed. Perhaps he should’ve talked to you more before coming to Washington. He just told you his address in case you needed him.

“Here, your favourite,” Aaron handed you the hot chocolate. 

You whispered a thank you and sipped the sweet drink. “I thought you didn’t like hot chocolate.”

“I don’t.” Aaron sat on the toilet as he watched you drinking in the tub. He had the chocolate powder in case you’d show up. It was a little hope he always had.

“Thank you.” You chuckled softly, knowing what that meant. “They didn’t take it well when I told them to break up.”

Aaron glanced at the bruises on your face, rage building in him, roaring to show the bastard what he could do.

“Who is it,” Aaron asked lowly.

His voice was so cold. You looked at him and saw anger swirling in his usual warm eyes. He looked different.

“I’m safe with you now,” you whispered. “They’ll only hurt you.”

“I can assure you, F/N, no gang or mafia can hurt me. If I have to, I’ll use all my power to make sure all the federal agencies go after them.”

“I didn’t know a prosecutor had such a power,” you teased.

“I’m an FBI agent.”

You blinked at him. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Someone once told me choosing a riskier decision is fun.”

You laughed a little. “I was young. And look what happened to me. I’m gonna try to choose more safe decision from now on.”

Aaron looked at you with a musing look. ”Care to choose a risky decision for the last time?”

“Which is?”

“How about we explore ourselves together? You and me.”

You stared at Aaron with a hung jaw. “You mean as, as a couple?” You stuttered out.

At your shocked face, confidence quickly evaporated from Aaron. Dammit, Hotchner, he berated himself. You just ran away from a volatile relationship, and he suggested a relationship with you.

“Sorry, F/N. I shouldn’t have…”

“There’s nothing I can offer you,” you cut him off.

“I always liked you, F/N. You don’t need to offer me anything.” Aaron wanted to tell you that a relationship doesn’t make a person offer something to another, but caring for each other and understanding the partner to make a good relationship. He had to hold his tongue so he didn’t want to sound scolding F/N for the past relationship. “I’ll protect you, and I promise you I’ll do everything to make you feel safe here with me.”

You watched Aaron’s eyes shine with sincerity.

“It wouldn’t be my last riskiest decision,” you said. “It would be my first safest decision with you.”

[leo-gold-hotchner]

Set up

I should’ve written longer with more details.. but... welll..... I guess I’m too lazy

Aaron Hotchner X G.N. Reader

“F/N,” Aaron called you as you popped a block of cheese into your mouth. You hummed and looked at him curiously. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” You nodded to him to continue. “How about we have lunch with him?”

You finally swallowed the cheese to ask Aaron what the hell he was planning to do.

“Lunch!” Aaron held his finger so you won’t ask.

-----Hotch------

You grumbled inside as you followed the tall man into a small restaurant. What you wanted was to have lunch with Aaron. Alone. Not some random guy Aaron dropped on you. You weren’t sure why you suddenly felt a pang in your heart.

Aaron's voice gently woke you up from the thought of trains.

“F/N, this is Dave. Dave, this is F/N, my friend.” You had to restrain yourself from wincing at the word ‘friend’. “Dave taught me profiling.” Aaron smiled softly at you.

“I heard a lot about you,” Dave grinned at you as he put his hand out.

You firmly shake the older man’s hand. “Hopefully, good ones.”

“More than good ones.” Dave winked at you, and Aaron groaned behind you.

The three of you sat. Your heart started to jump rapidly as Aaron sat next to you naturally. If Aaron was introducing Dave to you, wouldn’t that mean you were an important person to Aaron? Dave was Aaron’s mentor, right? Your head felt like about to explode from your imagination and what-ifs.

“Actually,” Aaron’s voice woke you again, “I forgot something from my office. I’ll join you two later.” Aaron abruptly greeted you and Dave and left without looking back.

You stared at Aaron’s back dumbfoundedly.

“He’s unbelievable, isn’t he?” Dave laughed, toying with a closed menu. 

You stared at Dave with a questioning look. Perhaps, a mix of hurt too.

“Tell me, F/N, do you like Aaron?”

Like?

“Yeah, we’re friends.” Even to your ears, your voice sounded too weak to be true.

Like seemed to be too weak. It was stronger than mere ‘like’.

‘I love him,’ you thought. ‘I’m in love with him.’ Your heart started to hammer in a different way from when you sat next to Aaron.

“I thought so,” Dave grinned, startling you. “Yes, you said that out loud. You should go after him.” 

“He probably doesn’t think me that way.”

Dave leaned on the table, his hands folded together. “I’ve known him since he joined the FBI, F/N. I taught him profiling. I have practically been with him ever since he reached adulthood. I know he loves you.”

You whispered an apology to Dave and rushed out of the restaurant.

-----Hotch------

It took some time to arrive at the FBI HQ where Aaron worked. No one was at the BAU office. It was so empty without the bustling noises of people and phone ringings. You hoped Aaron was really at his office, as he said. His office was blinded, and the door was closed tightly. There was no way you could know if he was in the office. You longly stared at Aaron’s name on the office door. Could Dave be right?

You held your hand to knock, but your hand stopped in the air in hesitancy. Doubt was growing in your mind mercilessly. What if Dave was wrong?

Another voice whispered. What if Dave was right? 

You closed your eyes and exhaled. And knocked.

As you heard only silence, you were disappointed. When you were about to move away from the door, Aaron’s voice echoed behind the door.

You entered, more like, stormed into the office where you were faced with Aaron with widened eyes.

“F/N? What are you doing here?”

“You were trying to set up with me and him?” You put your hands on his desk, looking down at Aaron, who looked like a deer caught in the light. “Why would you do that?”

“Because that’s what you always said.”

“I, what?”

“You told me you liked an older man, a profiler.”

Your heart started to race again as heat engulfed your face. “I said that? When?” You had no idea when you said that to Aaron. Aaron stood up and walked around his desk while you followed his move with your eyes silently.

“That doesn’t matter. You didn’t like Dave?”

You growled in frustration. What was wrong with Aaron to obsessed with Dave and you?

“F/N?” His voice was full of worry.

The hesitancy was long gone. You grabbed Aaron’s face and pulled his lips to yours. As you deepened the kiss, Aaron returned the kiss, and his arms pulled you into him. His hand slowly but steadily fumbled your clothes and started to caress the skin under your shirt.

“I don’t think Erin will approve of what you’re doing right now,” a dry yet mischievous voice commented at the doorway.

You and Aaron jumped apart as if burned.

“See, I told you. Your boyfriend loves you,” Dave smirked at you.

“I…”

You cut Aaron with your glare. “If the next words from your mouth are ‘I’m not F/N’s boyfriend’, I’ll castrate you.”

Aaron shut his mouth, and Dave laughed hard.

“So this means all misunderstandings are gone?” Dave teased.

“Just get out,” Aaron grumbled hoarsely.

Dave rolled his eyes but exited the office, locking the door before shutting it.

“So you want to continue?” You asked with raised brows. “Here?”

“Why not?” Aaron smirked. “Your boyfriend decided to make you a memorable first date.”

[leo-gold-hotchner]

Panic

A short short fic inspired from my prof keeps telling me, ‘don’t panic’...

Pre Hotch X G.N. Reader + BAU

“Don’t panic,” Hotch lightly told you as a ghostly smile graced his lips. 

Your defence flared up at your boss. “I’m not!” You retorted hotly as you stood up from your chair. You glared back at your friends, who laughed freely around you.

“You are,” Hotch raised his brow and gathered the yellow folder from the desk. “Wheels up in 30.”

Hotch didn’t even glance back at you as he exited the office.

“Why does he think I always panic?” You let out a frustrated growl as you plopped down to the chair. “I haven’t panicked since my first case.”

“You’re not panicking,” Rossi smirked as he leaned on the desk. “But you worry too much.” The veteran profiler’s smirk was now turned into a smug smile.

“Well, sorry for worrying about our safety,” you snapped at your mentor. Rossi just chuckled light-heartedly.

“He likes you, don’t feel offended,” Morgan grinned. You gave him a funny look.

“At least he didn’t stand you up because Strauss vouched for you.” Prentiss grinned along with Morgan. 

“I still think he thinks I’m not enough for the team.”

“Nonsense,” JJ spoke up as she popped up a mini Cheetos bag, “if he didn’t like you, he would’ve said it.”

“Yeah, that’s more like Hotch’s style. He doesn’t beat around the bush, like Rossi,” Garcia glanced at the older man who gave her a ‘what did I do’ look.

“I still don’t panic,” you petulantly insisted like a child.

“Now it feels like you’re panicking over how Hotch think of you,” Reid commented innocently.

You drew your hand over your chest. “How could you, Reid? I trusted you!” Reid just shrugged. “I’m gonna ready for the trip.” You stood up and exited the office.

The rest of the BAU members gaze at the window, their eyes following you returning to the bullpen.

“F/N doesn’t know what name Hotch saved on his phone, right?” Garcia giggled.

“F/N will flip when that happens,” Prentiss laughed. “How did you know, though?” She asked Rossi.

“I know everything about Hotch,” Rossi gave her a secret smile. 

“You think Hotch gonna tell F/N anytime soon?” JJ asked the older man. “I like the drama, but it’s getting pretty frustrating to watch the two of them tiptoeing each other.”

“Hear, hear,” Morgan nodded.

Rossi shrugged.

“We should push them,” Reid suggested. “What?” The youngest man looked at his colleagues as they gave him a surprised look. “They won’t make a move unless we don’t make them.”

“Hopefully, he will change the contact name before F/N finds out,” Prentiss chuckled as she shook her head. “I mean, who saves a person as ‘panic’ in their contact?”

“Hotch.” Everyone replied simultaneously and burst into laughter. 

[leo-gold-hotchner]

I proposed

I really like my supervisors... one of them looks like a teddy bear...

Aaron Hotchner X G.N. Reader with Jack

“Who proposed?”

At Jack’s question, you and Aaron looked at each other. A little blush crept on Aaron’s cheeks as he thought of how he was proposed to.

“I did,” you replied as you grinned at your husband. “I proposed to your dad.”

“Really?” Jack looked at his father. “I thought dad would propose.”

“Either party can propose,” Aaron let out a dry cough. “But, I wasn’t expecting to be proposed, to be honest.”

“You made me propose.” You let out your tongue like a child. “You don’t know what your dad did, do you, Jack?”

“No?” Jack asked hesitantly as if he weighed if he wanted to hear the story.

“You promised you won’t tell!” Aaron said in horror.

“I promised I won’t tell your friends, not Jack.”

“Okay, I wanna hear, now.” Jack laughed. It must be a funny story if something made his dad horrified and embarrassed.

“I still don’t know why he asked, but I thought your dad was crazy.” Aaron lightly punched you on the arm.

“It was about three months after we started to see each other. We were just sitting, doing nothing other than drinks. So I asked, ‘what do you wanna do today’. Your dad was quiet for a bit, then he said, ‘let’s fight’.” You rolled your eyes at the memory. Jack looked at his father funnily, and Aaron flopped on the sofa closing his eyes. You started to brush your husband’s hair, continuing the story.

“Your dad took me to a gym, giving me gloves and protective gear, saying he won’t be wearing any gear. He taunted me, saying that if I hit him, he would give me what I wanted.

So I tried to punch him a couple of times, but he avoided everything. Smiling like an idiot. That made me, you know, annoyed. Your dad forgot about me being so competitive. So, I seriously punched, and it got hit on your dad’s nose. He was surprised, and I was surprised. We both heard something broken, and lots of blood was coming from your dad’s nose.”

“Critical,” Jack snickered. “That’s why you were in the hospital and bandages around your face?” Jack poked his dad’s side. “You wouldn’t tell me why you were hurt. I knew it wasn’t from a case ‘cause you kept working.”

“Because I knew you’d think it was funny.” Aaron opened his eye and replied.

“But why did you propose?” Jack frowned. “I mean, he did sound crazy. Who says ‘let’s fight’ to a person you date?”

“Your dad,” you lightly patted Aaron’s head. “Anyway, so we went to the hospital right after. I didn’t know emergency could work that fast. They were probably shocked at the amount of blood. The doctor told us that Aaron’s nose was broken and he needed to be hospitalised for a few days. But during those time, he didn’t complain anything. He didn’t blame me for his broken nose or hospitalisation. I broke his nose, but he wasn’t angry at me. So, I decided to propose.”

“You caught dad with your fist,” Jack grinned.

“I guess,” you laughed.

“Please, this story never goes out from here,” Aaron groaned.

[leo-gold-hotchner]

My heart will know

I just wanted to write something short sappy fic before I do my first presentation as a post-grad...

Aaron Hotchner X G.N. Reader

You rushed into the hospital, ignoring the agitated voices of nurses. The members of BAU quickly moved away from Aaron’s bed. You didn’t even greet them. You stared at unconscious Aaron. The beeping sound kept drummed your ears continuously.

Dave put his hand on your shoulder for comfort. “He’s going to be okay,” he spoke gently. “Everything’s fine. He’ll wake up soon.”

Your jaws twitched. Your eyes didn’t leave Aaron. 

“I’ll call you when he wakes up,” you finally replied after a long pause.

--------Hotch---------

You rubbed his hand with your hands. His hand was warm. You took his hand on your cheek, feeling the warmth of his hand. He was okay.

Even though he was alright, the fear of losing him clung to your heart heavily. You sighed heavily and closed your eyes.

--------Hotch---------

Your ears peeked some rustlings. You stirred and then jumped from the chair. You heard a low laughter from the bed. 

“You looked like a cat,” Aaron chuckled as he waved a spoon. You stared at him with an open mouth. “I didn’t wake you up because you looked like you hadn’t slept for a while.” He smiled boyishly.

It was weird. A patient was comforting you. Seeing him laughing as if nothing happened, anger built in your body. You’ve been worried sick.

“I was worried,” you snapped. “I thought I lost you!”

Mirth instantly disappeared on his face. He put down his jelly and the spoon.

“You won’t lose me,” Aaron said seriously. He looked at your crumpled face, your eyes swirling with worry and anger. “My heart will know,” he smiled lightly, “that I’ve loved without any regret when it stops.” Aaron shook his face when he saw your mouth open. “I love you, F/N. But I’m not yet satisfied enough about how much I showed me loving you. Until I show you how much I love you, I won’t leave you. You won’t be lonely. I promise you, F/N.”

“I think anesthetic is still working,” you said lowly, not knowing what to do with the confession.

“Well, then, you know I’m not lying,” Aaron grinned. “Do you know how hard you were grabbing my hand?” He waved his hand idly. “It was cramping, so it woke me up from the anesthetic.”

“Go back to sleep, Mr Hotchner,” you rolled your eyes.

“Was about to.” Aaron leaned back. “Don’t leave me, yeah?” He asked lightly, but you felt vulnerability in his voice.

What a pair. Both of you always tried to stay strong, but only a shell. As soon as there was a chance, vulnerability appeared through the cracked shell.

“Never,” you replied as you kissed his dry cheek. “I’ll always be next to you, Aaron. I’ll never leave you.”

“See you soon,” he mumbled with a smile before he fell asleep.

[leo-gold-hotchner]

Riding life

Aaron Hotchner X G.N. Reader with Jack

Warning: well, it’s more like advice than a fic lol

Word: 1.1k

You huffed as you entered your home. The nerve of people! Your anger melted as soon as you saw Aaron and Jack eating dinner. It was the first family dinner after Jack went to uni. The teenager came home for the weekend to spend some quality family time with you and Aaron. And you couldn’t stay angry when Jack came home to spend time with you.

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m late,” you rushed to your husband’s side and lightly pecked on his check. “How was your first week, Jack?” You asked curiously.

But Jack only shrugged. “Okay, I guess,” he mumbled as he poked vegetables with his fork.

You and Aaron’s eyes met, and he shrugged. From the look on Aaron’s Jack must’ve been in that state since he arrived home.

“Did you eat?” Aaron asked, not removing his eyes from Jack.

“No. How could I? Jack’s here!” You replied and put down your bag, and went into the kitchen. You slightly tilted your head to Aaron to follow you.

“Jack, do you want more?” Aaron asked.

“No,” Jack replied shortly, still looking down at his plate as if it was the most interesting in the world.

Aaron raised his brows but silently followed you into the kitchen with his plate. He grabbed some green vegetables and mashed potatoes onto his plate.

“So?” You whispered.

Aaron took out a new plate from the cupboard. “I don’t know. He won’t tell me anything,” he whispered back. He cleared his throat. “How much do you want?”

You glanced at the dining room area and replied loudly. “A lot. I’m starving!”

You and Aaron shrugged at each other.

When the two of you entered the dining room, Jack was flicking his finger on his phone screen.

“How was your day?” Aaron asked.

“Well, I had to argue with an idiot.” Aaron raised his brow questioningly. “You do know graphology is a farce, don’t you?” You narrowed your eyes at your husband. As a profiler, you wondered if he still believed graphology was science.

“Of course I do. You drilled me that information,” Aaron chuckled but turned serious at your face. “No. Graphology is a pseudoscience.”

“Thank you,” you nodded. “Anyway, you know today I had to attend the court as an expert witness.” You briefly looked at Jack, who seemed to be listening to your story. “And this defendant’s lawyer was asking about graphology because I’m a document examiner.” You shoved mashed potato into your mouth in anger at the memory.

“I hope you told them who’s the expert,” Jack commented finally.

“Of course I did,” you grinned. “Just like when your dad profiled a lawyer who made fun of profiling.” Aaron chuckled at that memory. “Anyway, if he just asked me about graphology, I wouldn’t have insulted. But after I told the court that graphology has no scientific evidence, he started to talk about how my document examination knowledge was limited.”

“Can he do that in the court?” Jack frowned.

“The judge, of course, stopped him, warning him, actually. Anyway, I take my job seriously and with pride. I wasn’t about to sit there quietly when my job and I were insulted.”

“That must be nice,” Jack said absent-mindedly.

Your eyes met with Aaron’s, looking at each other.

“From being insulted?” You asked lightly.

“What? No, I didn’t mean that.” Jack’s checks turned bright pink. “I meant having jobs and taking pride.”

“Why do you think that’s nice?” Aaron asked gently.

Jack shrugged. “Isn’t it nice to have a goal?”

“You just graduated from high school, Jack. You don’t have to find a life goal right now.”

“Everyone at uni knows what they want to do,” Jack mumbled.

“So, that’s why you’ve been down?” Aaron asked.

“I’m too slow, dad. Everyone seems to be far, far away. You two have jobs you love. I don’t know if I can find one.”

You put your hand on Aaron’s thigh to comfort the father, who seemed not to know what to say. Aaron probably had thousands of things to say to Jack, but he was afraid to say the wrong things.

You understood them; the father and the son. Aaron has always had a goal since he was young. He wanted to practice law and help people. He didn’t even glance a sideway and reached his goal. 

You were more like Jack. You detoured your life for your job.

Aaron squeezed your hand, silently telling you to talk to Jack.

“Jack, look at me,” you called your son gently. Jack looked up at you from the plate. “Do you enjoy riding a bike?” Even Aaron looked at you curiously.

“I do,” Jack frowned. “But what’s that got to do with this?”

“Life is like bike riding. You start the line with everyone; some will move forward faster than you or even slower. All of you are cycling towards the goal. But there’s no first or second. Because it’s life. I know it’s scary. You’ll meet downhills and uphills all the time. But in the end, the hills will become a flat road to help you back on your speed.

You’ll get tired and probably want to quit riding. But remember, your dad and I are also riding the bikes along with you. We’ll be with you always. It’s okay to rest. It’s okay to look around. It’s okay to be slow. It’s okay to let others past you. It’s okay to ride at your pace. Know this; you’ll reach your goal whether you know it or not. Eventually, the goal will be in front of you. It’s okay to detour.” You then chuckled. “Personally, I think taking a detour is a good thing in your life. If you just keep charging forward, you’ll eventually lose something important.”

Jack stared at you. Then whispered ‘thank you’.

“I don’t think I explained it well. After all, I suck at giving a speech,” you laughed. “But, the important thing is, we’re here for you, and you don’t have to rush.”

---------Hotch---------

“So, life is like bike riding?” Aaron raised his brow with a slight smirk.

“Oh, shut up,” you huffed and threw a pillow at him.

“I liked it. You don’t have to be embarrassed about it.”

“I babbled,” you rolled your eyes.

“You didn’t.” Aaron picked up the pillow from the floor and sat beside you on the bed. “You helped Jack. You told him we’ll always be there for him.” He took your hand gently and lightly kissed the back of your hand. “I love you. Thank you for riding a bike with me.” 

[leo-gold-hotchner]

Side blow

Hi, I’ve been so busy lately. And I’m sorry to say this, but I might upload once in a while like this for now.

Aaron Hotchner X G.N. Reader (with Jack)

F/N: Your first name

D/M: Dad or Mum 

When you entered the dining room, you heard breathless cackling from your husband and Jack’s annoyed growl. You rolled your eyes as you approached your boys to see what they were up to this time.

You couldn't help but a chuckle escaping your lips as you saw Jack’s state. You tried to hide under your hand, but your body was trembling like Aaron’s.

“I’m gonna get you next time!” Jack pointed his finger at his father frustratingly.

The teenager’s face was covered in flour and egg. All white and yellow mixed together, thickly trickling down from his face to his upper torso, dipping into his blue shirt.

Meanwhile, Aaron was laughing too much, enjoying his son’s annoyance very much while celebrating his victory in the father-son prank war.

“You know, I’m okay with you guys having fun and all. But you will have to clean all the messes.” You commented as you observed that the dining table area was covered in snow-like flour.

“Of course,” Aaron grinned. “Jack will do it either before or after showering.”

“Why me?” Jack muttered as he used his arms to clean his face.

“Because you lost, son,” Aaron replied matter-of-factly.

“You will help Jack clean up,” you put your hands on your sides. Aaron looked at you perplexed. “You two made the mess. The two of you will clean it up,” you said in a no-more-discussion tone. “Together.”

Jack grinned at his dad with triumph, and Aaron scoffed in annoyance.

Leaning on the bench, you watched your husband and son keep playing a game of theirs from the kitchen. This time, they were outside, sitting under the shadow of clouds in the backyard. Your jaw dropped when a spout of water hit Jack’s face mercilessly from the ground. And again, Aaron was laughing like an idiot. The father walked back home, still snickering. Jack looked like a drowned mouse as he followed his father back with a long face.

“I don’t know why you keep doing this,” you shook your head. “And I don’t even want to know.”

Jack grumbled under his breath about ‘next time’.

“C’mon, Jack. Shower again. Lunch will be ready then.”

You opened the fridge and blinked at the decreased number of eggs. You were sure you had 5 eggs while you were making lunch. Now it only had 4 eggs. You were pretty sure you had 5, because you were thinking about going grocery shopping.

Then, CRACK.

With a deep sigh, you whirled around and looked at the backyard. Again?

Yellow yolk on Jack’s forehead and small pieces of the eggshell.

“You’re too slow, son,” Aaron grinned as he held his hand and entered the kitchen. “What?” He shrugged innocently as you stared at your husband.

“You really should stop this.”

“It’s called a father-son bonding time.”

“I’ve never heard of father-son bonding time where a father cracking an egg on his son’s face,” you said drily. Aaron gave you a pretty smile. “Just don’t go over the line, will you?”

“Of course, an FBI agent knows not to go over the line.”

Aaron disappeared from the kitchen to plot whatever prank he could think of.

“I beg to differ,” you mumbled with a snort.

You yawned as you walked up to your room. You weren’t sure if you should be tired or laugh at the prank war between Aaron and Jack. Aaron was obviously winning, keeping the score, as you had been hearing Jack’s frustrated screams every minute since the morning.

“D/M!” Jack called you from downstairs. 

You heard quick footsteps. You wondered what the boy was up to now.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, your entire body was soaked in cold water. A green basket hit your head, but in shock, your head felt no pain.

“F/N?” Your husband called worriedly, touching your shoulder tentatively.

You gritted your teeth as your body started to shiver in the cold. Anger coursed through your body as you looked at the wet floor.

“Since yesterday,” your voice lowered, “I let you two prank around the house.” Aaron and Jack gulped. “And I didn’t say anything. I thought the two of you would be responsible enough.”

“I’m sorry,” Aaron quickly said, “I thought it’d be fun including you in this. I should’ve been a responsible adult not to surprise you with this sort of prank.”

You knew Aaron Hotchner. You knew your husband. He wouldn’t DARE set a trap upstairs, especially in their room. And yet he was lying to you. You looked at your son pointedly, and he looked at you guiltily, shuffling his feet and hands together.

“It was me, D/M. I thought I’d get dad by setting a trap above the door. I’m sorry.” Jack said honestly.

“I won’t ask who did this,” you crossed your arms over your chest, “but upstairs is now prohibited from your so-called prank war, understood?”

Aaron and Jack nodded quickly, not wanting to anger you further by complaining.

“Jack take the basket away,” you pointed at the basket, “Aaron, bring out a fan. I don’t think the carpet will dry anytime soon,” you said drily.

Jack quickly ran down with the basket while Aaron stood there staring at you.

“What?” You huffed.

“Can I join the shower?”

“You’re grounded, Mr Hotchner. Lying for Jack?” Aaron smiled innocently, and you narrowed your eyes. “No,” you held your finger. “I’m still angry. Bring the fan, now.”

“But I can still kiss you, right?” Aaron asked worriedly, giving you puppy eyes.

“Bring the fan, then I’ll think about it.”

Aaron grinned and went downstairs to retrieve a fan.

[leo-gold-hotchner]

Catching an angel

Aaron Hotchner X G.N. Reader

Hotch briskly walked out from the HQ. The car park was already empty, and his car was alone, waiting for the owner to return. He deeply exhaled as he started to walk again. He wasn’t sure what was the point of going back home. There was no one waiting for him. The house was too dark, too empty. No warmth.

‘Get a cat.’ Suddenly Rossi and Prentiss’ voices echoed in his head.

Hotch was pretty sure whatever he brought might well starve to death or run away to find a new happy environment. 

After all, everyone leaves him.

“Watch out!” 

A sudden voice came out of nowhere. Hotch quickly looked around to find the source, but he couldn’t find anyone except his shadow.

“Up!”

What?

Hotch looked up, and someone was falling, literally falling from the night sky.

Hotch and whoever that was, eyes contacted, and Hotch couldn’t help but be bewitched by the colour of eyes. Despite being night, he could clearly see. Hotch held his arms without thought and easily caught the person in his arms.

Something soft and fluff touched the dry skin of his face. His eyes widened as he saw white feathers fall around him, glowing under the starless night.

“You caught me!” The person -was it?- happily exclaimed in his arms. “I’m F/N! It’s finally so nice to meet you, Aaron!”

Hotch looked F/N dumbfounded. As a current BAU member and a former prosecutor, he experienced, saw and heard many things. But this was the most strange experience, and he couldn’t help but think he had fallen asleep in his office.

“How do you know my name? How did you.” Hotch looked up at the sky. There was absolutely nothing. 

“I’m from above.” F/N smiled, still in his arm.

F/N was still in his arms. Hotch blinked. Yet it didn’t feel like he was holding a human being. F/N was too light. Like a feather.

“Above?” Hotch barely asked as he was speechless.

“Yeah, or heaven. That’s what you all call, right? Heaven, paradise, afterworld kind of stuff. So I’m from above. Which means I’m an angel.”

“A fallen angel, more likely,” Hotch couldn’t help but jab drily.

“Yeah, I did fall, literally,” F/N laughed only merrily. Either didn’t know Hotch was being sarcastic or chose to ignore it.

“How can this be real?” Hotch whispered. More like to himself.

“We do exist. We just don’t show ourselves to mortals. Because you didn’t know doesn’t mean I don’t exist,” F/N huffed.

Hotch studied F/N’s face. It explained why there were white feathers everywhere. F/N being so light as a feather, falling out of nowhere in the sky. But still. Was this real?

“Oh, and Haley and Jack said hello.”

At the mention of his late wife and son, Hotch dropped the angel.

“Ouch,” F/N hissed in pain and glared up at Hotch.

“They are… above?” Hotch’s voice trembled. He gulped. He briefly wondered why not Haley or Jack had come down to see him.

“Because they’re not angels like me,” F/N said as if the angel read the agent’s mind. “They couldn’t come because they’re departed. It’s the Law.”

“They’re okay,” he breathed out. Tears pooled in Hotch’s eyes. F/N looked at him worriedly. “They’re okay.”

“They’re okay and enjoying living up there,” the angel patted his shoulder somewhat awkwardly. “They want you to be happy.”

“Haley and Jack want me to be happy,” he mumbled. “Without them, I can’t.”

“That’s why I’m here,” F/N’s nostril flared in determination. “I’m here to help you find happiness.”

“You were sent for that?” Hotch asked hoarsely, still emotional.

F/N shrugged. But the expression was sheepish.

“To be honest, not sent. Aw damn,” the angel swore.

“I thought angels don’t swear.” Hotch at least managed a weak smile.

“Ah ah,” F/N waved the forefinger. “We angels can swear like drunken sailors, be drunk to death, and have a hellish hangover.”

“I can’t believe I’m seeing an angel,” Hotch muttered as he shook his head. At least he knew Haley and Jack were happy above. He was worried they might blame him. Blame his failure. Some of the burdens were lifted from his heavy heart.

“Anyway, we can’t lie.”

“Hm?” Hotch woke up from the train of thoughts.

“The angels can’t lie. So if you ask me questions, I have to tell you honestly. Unless it was against the Law.”

“But you can remain silent, not answer any question.” Hotch pointed out.

F/N blankly looked at him. Then the expression turned into horror.

“Oh. Oh! You’re brilliant! Why didn’t I think of that?”

Hotch laughed a little. So, even angels could swear and get a hangover, they were innocent. At least F/N seemed to like it.

“Anyway, who cares who sent me or not? I’m here to help you.”

“How are you going to do that?”

“I don’t know,” F/N shrugged carelessly. “Let’s go with the flow.”

Hotch rolled his eyes and started to walk towards his car.

“Where are you going?” F/N jogged to catch up to him.

“Home. Do you have a place to stay?”

“Nope. You’re stuck with me, so I’m going to stay at your home.”

Hotch gave the angel a funny look.

“Please?” F/N asked with a happy smile.

“I don’t think I can get rid of you, can I?”

“Nope. I’m gonna follow you everywhere.”

“Everywhere?” Hotch raised his brows. “You can’t follow me to my work.”

“It’s okay. I can make myself invisible to others.”

Hotch stopped and looked at the angel.

“Am I the only one who can see you now?”

“Think so?”

“So, I’m currently raving mad to others? Talking into thin air where no one is standing next to me?”

“Yeah,” F/N replied slowly.

“Please don’t make yourself invisible when you’re not following me to work.”

“Okay,” the angel agreed easily.

“And we’re going through some ground rules when we get home, understood?”

“Okay.”

Hotch sighed and shook his head tiredly. Not sure if he could live with this bright angel. He was sure if he introduced F/N to Garcia, they would be best buddies in the world.

“Alright, let’s go home.”

[leo-gold-hotchner]

Work hazard: stripping

Aaron Hotchner X BAU G.N. Reader

Warning: just a bit of unresolved sexual tension. Nothing serious, I believe

Word: 1.4k-ish

You hid your face with the white silk bathrobe-like gown. You didn’t even want to see the mirror in front of you. This was not definitely happening, you thought miserably. When you applied for the BAU, they didn’t say anything about you having to strip in front of people. Not just people, including the BAU members! You could hear Morgan and Prentiss’ voices behind you, talking and teasing each other. How could they be so relaxed about this?

“You alright there?” Morgan asked as he put his hand on your shoulder.

“Do I look alright?” You hissed in anger and embarrassment.

Morgan held his hands. “I didn’t vouch for you to join this.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” you whispered, looking down at the floor. You fidgeted your feet and fingers.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Prentiss said in a soothing voice. “If you’re that uncomfortable, you should quit. I’m sure Hotch will understand.”

You frowned as you imagined Hotch’s face. “Nah, I can do it,” you replied casually as much as possible to not feel uncomfortable. “We have to catch the UnSub.”

          ---Hotch---

The common thing among the victims was a particular strip club on the outskirt of the city. From the pace of killings, it would be a day or two before the UnSub would be looking for new prey. Whether a victim was a customer or a dancer didn’t matter to UnSub. The club was just a playground for the UnSub. Everyone was given the profile of the UnSub, and everyone was ready to catch the sick bastard. The officers would undercover as security, and a few would serve food and drinks to the customer. The BAU would be scattered around the club, posing as customers. That was the plan, or you thought. 

“We need people on the stage,” Hotch said indifferently. 

Before he could continue, Morgan held his hand, volunteering for the job.

“I’m pretty sure I’m your best man for the job,” Morgan smirked.

“You think so highly of yourself,” Prentiss snorted.

“Oh yeah? Wanna see who gets more attention?”

Prentiss shook her head with an expression of ‘the man is unbelievable’. “Why not? I’m volunteering too, Hotch.”

“This is not competition,” Hotch frowned. 

However, everyone was rather having fun watching the two agents. It was like looking at a silly rivalry between siblings. Rossi raised his brows at Reid, JJ, and you, non-verbally asking if they should take a bet, who gets more tipped.

“One more,” Hotch ignored the glances between his team.

“What do you mean by one more?” You asked.

“We need three for the front, middle, and back.” He looked at you expectantly.

“No way,” you shook your head.

“Dave’s old,”

“Hey!” Rossi yelled as he glared at the BAU leader as others stifled their giggle.

“JJ’s liaison and Reid can barely stand, so he will stay here.” 

You couldn’t help but blame Reid for breaking his leg. You bit your tongue to ask ‘what about you?’. He was the leader of the BAU. Hotch didn’t do these kinds of stuff. But it wasn’t fair.

          ---Hotch---

“This is still not fair,” you grumbled as you thought about how the event turned out. 

The show was about to start. You, Morgan, Prentiss, and two other dancers readied to enter the stage, waiting for the signal. They didn’t want to risk hurting more people, but these two dancers were so popular among customers. The UnSub might have been suspicious if they didn’t appear for the night. Of course, they were assured that they would be protected. 

Your ears perked as you heard Garcia’s shrieking voice over Morgan’s phone.

“You’re telling me this, NOW?” Morgan and Prentiss laughed. “If you had told me before, I would’ve flown there and watched you strip! I gotta ask JJ to record you!”

Before you could breathe to calm yourself, the manager poked his head through the curtain.

“Hey, show time!” Even though the manager tried to be friendly and enthusiastic, you could just feel he was as nervous as you. For different reasons, though. He because of the UnSub might be in the club, you because of dancing in front of people nearly naked.

As soon as they entered, the loud music started, colourful lights beaming everywhere, and the club soon filled with heat. The professionals began to greet the wild crowd as they took off their gowns, dancing around poles seductively. Not only that, both Prentiss and Morgan quickly caught the pace and started to show off what they had under the gowns. Thank goodness you were at the back. Only a few customers to satisfy. You heaved heavily and tried to hypnotise yourself that you were doing this to catch a scumbag. Just leave your body to the music, a voice whispered in your head. No where to run. You took off the gown and threw it to the crowd, who cheered so much.

You weren’t sure if you should feel happy or not when some people threw money at you. You blew an air kiss to them. Then you saw him.

Aaron Hotchner.

The smug bastard was sitting comfortably in an armchair in the VIP area with a smug smile on his lips. His hand rested on his cheek. As you and Hotch made eye contact, he held his cocktail glass towards you.

That man was absurd!

Without a thought, you jumped down from the stage, smiling coyly at the customers, but marched towards Hotch. He raised his brows as he watched you.

If a show he wanted, you would give it to him.

“Hey, there,” you trailed his shoulder with your finger. “Having fun, love?” Hotch’s eyes widened off guard. “I saw you watching me,” you whispered lowly. Did you imagine him shivering under your touch? You took his glass and sipped, then placed it on the small table next to Hotch.

“You enjoyed too much, Aaron,” you whispered seductively.

A punishment for making you suffer that night.

Without warning, you straddled his lap, putting your hands on his shoulders. Hotch looked at you with a mouth ajar, alarmed. You started to dance to the music, your eyes never leaving Hotch’s. 

Hotch was speechless. He gulped as he wanted to speak, but none came out.

As you wiggled a little on his lap, you felt something between his lap. 

Oh.

“I think you should leave,” Hotch whispered embarrassingly.

You opened your mouth, then shut it. “Right.” You stared at him.

“Now?”

“Right.” You hurriedly removed yourself from him and escaped to the stage. You saw Prentiss, and Morgan gave you a secret knowing smile. You stuck your tongue to them briefly before anything could notice.

         ---Hotch---

Everything was finished swimmingly well. The UnSub was spot on with the profile you all came up with. The UnSub attacked you behind the stage, where you were taking a break for a bit. You were just glad you didn’t have to do more stripping. Everything was going well.

Until everyone laughed while watching JJ’s phone.

In your horror, JJ’s phone was taking you straddling Hotch’s lap. The main focus was Morgan to show Garcia, but in the far corner, you were in the video.

“That good, eh?” Rossi winked at you and Hotch.

Hotch narrowed his eyes, and the team moved away from JJ.

“JJ, you will delete that video after showing it to Garcia. No saving or sending it to anyone, understood?”

“Sure,” JJ shrugged, eyes twinkling. “F/N, why did you do that? I mean, your lap dance made the UnSub move, so I guess it was okay. But, still.”

You were not about to say it was because you wanted to make Hotch suffer. So you decided to lie.

“I heard others say the victims might have acted spontaneously rather than following the rules.”

From their gestures, you sure knew they didn’t believe you. But thankfully, they let it go.

“I’m starving. Let’s eat something.” Prentiss groaned as she exited the office.

“Hear, hear,” Morgan followed Prentiss, and others followed.

Except for Hotch.

“About that,” Hotch stammered as he looked away. You knew exactly what he was talking about. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s just a natural reaction,” you shrugged off. “I’m sorry I embarrassed you.”

“No, it’s alright. I enjoyed it,” he said quietly, which you didn’t know how to reply to that.

“Um. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” That sounded so awful even to your ears.

Awkward silence wrapped the office.

“Well, let’s go?” You asked tentatively.

“Yeah, let’s go."

[leo-gold-hotchner]

Unfortunate Reunion Party Pt. 10

Yay finally posted part 10! I re-read some previous parts, and gosh.. so many typos I need to edit later...

Always talk to the cops when you have your lawyer next to you

Aaron Hotchner X BAU G.N. Reader

Warning: Angry reader, swearing

I wiped tears and my nose with my sleeve, still sniffling. With a crack of a smile, Aaron handed me his blue-black hankie.

“Don’t wipe it with the sleeves,” he said sternly. 

Every the father, I shrugged but grabbed his hankie. Even wiping, I inhaled Aaron’s scent on the hankie.

“How do you feel?”

“Still sad. But strange because I lost my memories like from movies.” I half opened my mouth and closed it, thinking about his weird behaviour of Edisis. Aaron patiently waited for me to talk. “He laughed.”

“Edisis?”

“Yeah. I know people move on after they lose their loved ones. But still, they’re hurt. But, Edisis was not. He really laughed -even if it was a little- and smiled, like he didn’t lose his granddaughter.”

“Is it possible that he is just a good actor?” Aaron asked calmly.

“Possible. Besides, he looked happy when he said the bullies are under his care in the morgue.” I frowned, replaying how Edisis behaved. “He knew my name. I’ve never told him. Maybe he knew who I was when I arrived in town. Or he just remembers me from the funeral.”

“Everything is possible,” Aaron just nodded, pondering options and chances. Suddenly his phone rang, and he answered. Even though the voice was not clear, I could easily recognise Reid’s quick tempo sentences.

“Reid, find out more about Dr Edisis and his granddaughter. See you at the station,” Aaron said and hung up. Then he looked at me, gesturing to the car. “Morgan and Prentiss brought Johns.”

“But he isn’t talking and asked for his attorney.” I nodded.

“Always,” Aaron shrugged. 

I tentatively grabbed his fingers, unsure if I could just hold his hand. 

“Even shocked, you caught how the doctor behaved.” He tightened the grip on my hand. “Ever the BAU agent, hmm?” He smiled gently at me, and I could mirror the smile.

              -----HOTCH-----

Everyone was in the interrogation room except Rodriguez, who was excluded by the captain. Apparently, Aaron told the captain about the relationships between the victims, Johns and Rodriguez. I was sure the captain wouldn’t budge as everyone knew each other in his town, but the captain surprisingly listened to Aaron. I concluded that the captain listened to Aaron because he was the FBI and didn’t want any trouble with the bureaucrat when there was a serial killer among them. 

Johns was sitting alone, shaking his right leg. He tightly held his hands together in front of his face, touching his forehead. Pray as much as you want, I snarled inwardly. 

In the corner, Aaron and Rossi whispered lowly about something. Aaron silently stood there pensively, then nodded.

“It’s possible,” Aaron told his mentor. “Prentiss, do you also think the same?”

Prentiss, who was blankly observing Johns, slightly jumped as the leader called her. “You mean Kirvy’s parents?”

“To be precise, the father,” Rossi corrected the younger profiler.

Prentiss shrugged. “Yeah. He was definitely hiding something. He was calm as if he was expecting us when we were there.”

Aaron and my eyes contacted, reminding us of the meeting with Dr Edisis.

“But couldn’t it be because their son was brought for questioning?” JJ asked curiously.

“That’s another possibility,” Rossi hummed. “If I quote him, ‘I’m fucking happy that those scums met their torturous deaths.’”

“The victim’s torture was not published public,” Reid frowned.

“He might have heard from one of the officers here,” Morgan sighed at the suggestion. Because if that were the case, it would be back to square one. “Or he knows the UnSub.”

“Unless the whole town is conspiring against them,” I muttered, remembering what Eric Kirvy told me.

Silence fell heavily onto us.

Aaron checked his watch and looked at the anxious man in the interrogation room. “We should talk to him now.”

“Can I?” Reid asked promptly, and naturally, everyone looked at the younger man strangely. Reid never participated in interrogation unless either Hotch or Rossi asked him.

“You sure?” Morgan asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

People who didn’t know Morgan would think he didn’t trust Reid or that Reid was capable of interrogating. But including Reid, every member of BAU knew Morgan. It was a brotherly concern. Everyone knew about Reid’s horrible school life because he was just intelligent. 

Reid gave a reassuring smile to Morgan. “Yeah, I’ve done this before.”

Aaron nodded toward Reid, and Morgan patted Reid’s shoulder.

I gulped when Reid entered the room quietly. Unlike how I had imagined, Reid wasn’t awkward. He confidently sat in front of Johns, who watched the younger man warily. 

“Dr Spencer Reid from the FBI,” Reid introduced himself and didn’t wait for Johns to reply or react. “You made my friend’s life miserable.”

I blinked, comprehending what had just happened. 

“What’s he saying?” Even to my ears, my voice was full of panic. 

Aaron put his hand on my shoulder to calm me down. “Let’s leave it to him.”

I looked at Rossi for help, but Rossi shook his head. Aaron was the team leader; currently, I was there as his subordinate. I must listen to Aaron. But wouldn’t that jeopardise the interrogation?

Johns only narrowed his eyes at Reid. But Reid didn’t falter and put the folder in his hand on the steel desk.

“Did it feel good? Hurting others because you just could?” The doctor asked nonchalantly, but Johns’ fists quivered as he looked down.

Remorse. Regret. 

Very convincing, I bit my lips to stop myself from cursing at the man who couldn’t hear anything from this side of the room. No way in hell Johns would regret what he and his friends did to me and others. I wouldn’t believe that. He must be acting.

“If you want me to talk, bring F/N. I’ll talk without my lawyer then.”

I took a step back, and I bumped into Aaron. He silently squeezed my shoulder, and others glanced at me briefly before turning their attention back to Reid and Johns. Everyone was stunned by Johns. Who in their right mind wants to talk to cops without lawyers?

“And what would you do to my friend?”

I chanted Reid’s name in my head. This was getting too personal for my team and me.

“Just talk,” Johns replied plainly. But his fingers were fidgeting, and now he was shaking both legs under the table.

And I had to make up my mind.

“I can do it,” I said.

Before Prentiss and Morgan could protest, Aaron held his hand up to silence the team. JJ looked at me worriedly, and I just nodded at her.

“He said he’d talk if I’m in there. I can bring out information.”

“You sure?” Aaron asked in a professional manner. Just concern for his colleague. And this man told me he sucked at acting, I rolled my eyes in my head.

“I survived Edisis. With the info Reid and Garcia looked up, I might able to fish some info from him or even truth without involving his lawyer.”

             -----HOTCH-----

Rossi opened the interrogation room, causing Johns to wince at the sudden sound.

“Reid.” He gestured outside with his chin. 

Reid frowned at the veteran profiler but left the room without glancing at the nervous man behind. Johns didn’t even glance at Rossi or even Reid exiting the room.

“I’m sorry,” Reid apologised as he entered to room. “I just got angry for what he did to others and F/N.”

I put my hand on Reid’s forearm. “I’m just glad you’re looking out for me.” And I'm pretty sure I didn’t see Aaron narrowing his eyes, did he? Then I grinned at my team to hide my nervousness. Although I knew they could see through me. “Wish me luck.”

“If I sense any trouble, I’m gonna pull you out. Whether you like it or not,” Aaron said with a curt nod.

“Yes, sir.”

I breathed in and out deeply to calm my nerves before I entered the room and faced the man. Now or never.

I entered the room, schooling my expression, and sat before Johns. He didn’t look up, just shaking his legs nervously.

“Not even a hello?” I said cooly.

Johns practically jumped from the seat and stared at me. I ignored his stares and opened the folder that was held by Reid before. One by one, I placed photos of the crime scenes and the state of the victims’ bodies when they were found. I must be really sick if I was thrilled by showing Johns the photos of his friends’ unfortunate demise. Johns’ breath got heavier, and he pulled himself away from the table, trembling. Well, he was definitely not the UnSub we were looking for, and I wasn’t sure if he was connected to this at all. Did I read Edisis wrong?

“Why are you showing me this,” he gritted out.

“I thought you’d want to know what happened to your best friends,” I replied flatly.

“Please,” he gulped as he buried his face in his hands.

A jolt of memory flared up in my head, and I nearly ran out of the room. I begged. Everyone begged. Begged to stop. And they didn’t. I wanted to lash out. I curled my hands into fists, my nails digging into my flesh so I won’t do anything that I’d regret later. However I want to give this particular UnSub a prize; I was here to catch them and pay for what they have done. 

“Then let’s talk, shall we?” I nearly snapped. I slowly put away the photos back into the folder, chewing the moment of the man’s discomfort.

The interrogation room was curtained with thick impenetrable silence. All my senses focused on the man before me, who started chewing his bottom lip and playing with his wedding band.

“I’m sorry,” he finally managed.

“I’m sorry?” I asked sharply.

“I’m sorry I didn’t help you and others when they tortured you.” He stuttered out. “Unlike you, I was a coward and couldn’t stand up against them.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. Should I say, ‘thanks for acknowledging that’? Or just snap ‘too late’?

“If you’re sorry,” dammit, my voice trembled, “tell me everything you know.” I had to bite my tongue not to add ‘unless you want to be the next’.

“I really don’t know who’s responsible,” Johns gestured with his hands defeatedly. “I just received an email, that’s all.”

“An email?” I glanced behind me, knowing my team was listening and Garcia would be already grilling Johns’ emails.

Johns nodded. “They said I had to employ Thomas Kirvy as my redemption. Every required detail was sent through the same email.”

Unless they were a friend or family to Thomas Kirvy, they wouldn’t have picked up the boy’s name who died years ago. My mind replayed the discussion the team had before questioning Johns.

“You could’ve just ignored it,” I pointed out. Even though Garcia would eventually dig up, I wanted to know what made Johns do it.

“It said they’d tell everything what my gang did during high school to my family.”

I couldn’t help but snort, and he flinched.

“When did you receive it?”

“Just after the reunion party.” He cautiously looked into my eyes. “You were there, didn’t you?”

I gave him a thin smile, knowing exactly what he was thinking. “I didn’t kill them. I was crying on my boyfriend’s shoulder,” I snarked bitterly. Something broke in me when I saw a surprised look on Johns’ face. I abruptly stood in anger, towering over him. The chair made a loud thud as it fell on the floor. His face was pure horror as he saw the change in me.

“You thought you had completely broken me, didn’t you?” I snarled. “You knew I would never trust others because of you. You knew I would always have a destructive relationship because of what you put through!”

“What? No!”

Before I could lunge at him, someone grabbed me from behind.

“F/N!”

“I didn’t mean that! You have to trust me, and I didn’t mean that! I’m sorry!”

“I’m so fucking glad they got what they deserved!” 

I finally said it.

[leo-gold-hotchner]

Caught in the rain

It’s raining in Sydney. I told my sis & friend that they were lucky because they’re together in the new year so won’t be lonely. And told them I only have books and games, then my sis told me, ‘that’s downright sad’. Dammit.

Dammm Disney+ blocked the gif maker programs. Can’t get more Hotch gifs..

Happy New Year!

Aaron Hotchner X BAU G.N Reader

Caught the UnSub from the small town, brilliant.

BAU jet couldn’t fly because of an upcoming storm, alright.

Spending New Year's Eve at a local pub alone, sure.

But this?

You cursed as the rain downpour when you were hurrying back to the inn your team was staying. You tried to cover your head with your hands, but with the wind, the rain poured onto your face mercilessly. You gritted your teeth as your feet were heavy from all the sputtering rainwater into your shoes. You considered taking your shoes and socks off, but heck. It would be a more disaster if you got injured while walking barefoot, where you could barely see the light of the inn from far. 

You hissed as your eyes hit with the rain, and unconsciously you tried to wipe your eyes with your sleeves. Then with a splash, your foot caught in a puddle of water, which was rather deep as your ankle was submerged.

You cried in horror as your body jolted forward. Instinctively your eyes closed to brace for the impact, but it never came but a soft material on your hands that was becoming wet from the water on your hands.

“You alright?” A concerned masculine voice asked into your ear.

“Hotch?” 

He hummed and helped you to stand. He held an umbrella above your head so you could easily help with your foot from the puddle.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you muttered as your shoe covered in mud. 

When you looked up, you saw Hotch was all wet from holding the umbrella for you. He wasn’t wearing his usual suit jacket. Hotch was wearing a blue-grey shirt but was rather transparent due to being soaking wet. It was a windy, rainy winter, alright. But your body was hot. You gulped as you reminded yourself you were feeling hot because you had alcohol in your system. 

“Hotch, I’m already dripping wet. You gotta save yourself, not me.” You finally said, waking up from staring at Hotch’s body through his shirt.

“I’m fine. Let’s get you to your room quickly. I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at his concern for your wellbeing. 

You didn’t know how much you were cold until you entered the inn. The owner was nowhere to be seen, but the building was warmed up. You let out a sigh of relief. Although you felt sorry for the owner who will have to clean the water you’ve dropped all the way.

“Dammit,” you groaned.

“What is it?” Hotch asked as he shook the umbrella at the entrance.

“I think I left my key at the pub,” you replied with a long face.

You imagined Hotch would let out a frustrated sigh or even an eye roll. But instead, he smiled at you as if telling you not to worry.

“You can sleep in my room for the night. I’ll call the pub. If they’re closed,  we can talk to the owner tomorrow.”

“Your room?” You stuttered out in a start.

Hotch gave you a frown. “You can hardly sleep outside. Besides, you need a shower.

You felt like your heart was in your throat. “But, ur, isn’t it one bed?”

Hotch chuckled, and shoot, that sounded lovely to your ears. “We’re responsible adults. I’m sure we can manage.”

As soon as Hotch opened his room, he pushed you into the bathroom. Before you could say you didn’t have any toiletry, Hotch gave you a new toothbrush, saying he always has spares in his travelling bag.

“And here. I’m sure my shirt will fit you okay.” He handed his white shirt and pyjama shorts.

“Thank you,” you mumbled as your eyes fixed on the clothes he gave you.

You put your nose on the shirt when you closed the bathroom door. It smelt like Hotch. You smiled as you buried your face into the shirt. 

When you emerged from the bathroom, Hotch was on the bed, watching the news. He was wearing a dark grey FBI t-shirt, his hair still wet from rescuing you. As soon as Hotch noticed you, he gave you a soft smile and perhaps a blush, but you weren’t sure about that.

“How do you feel?” Hotch asked.

“Much better!” You harrumphed. “I can’t believe it’s raining on New Year’s Eve!” You sighed and awkwardly sat on the bed. “Thank you for catching me,” you paused a bit, “and the clothes, Hotch.”

“Aaron.”

“Huh?”

“Call me Aaron. I’m sure you have all the rights after you’re wearing my shirt and will be sleeping on the same bed.” Aaron grinned at you.

“Of course, Aaron.” You mirrored his grin. “I’ll wash your clothes and return to you ASAP when we get back.”

“Take your time,” Aaron shrugged.

“It’s the least thing I could do for your help.”

“There’re other ways to pay me.”

“Such as?” You knitted your brows together. 

“Dinner?” Aaron asked shyly.

“Are you asking me for a date, sir?”

“Hopefully?” His eyes shifted in embarrassment as you gawked at him. Then he looked at you with hope in his eyes. “Please?”

You chuckled as your always-confident BAU leader’s voice wavered. “A date, it is.”

“Yes, a date,” Aaron smiled boyishly.

[leo-gold-hotchner]

Magnet

I guess ideas pop up when I’m busy not when I’m bored..

Aaron Hotchner X G.N. Reader

You played with your straw as you thought of your friends while waiting for Aaron. 

Everyone in the BAU had the same goal, to catch criminals using behavioural science. They were really different. And except for one, everyone was a magnet for certain people. Sure, as profilers and FBI agents, they were magnets for troubles and criminals, but excluding that, that is.

“You’re early,” a gruff voice said behind you.

You raised your brows at your boyfriend, who was wearing a passive-aggressive scowl on his handsome face.

“Something happened? You’re usually happy to see me,” you pouted.

“Usually?” Aaron huffed. “Every day, every minute, I’m happy to see you. I just had bad traffic.” Aaron took off his muffler and snow-frosted coat. 

He quickly ordered coffee, his scowl already turned to the impassive stoic face he usually wears when he deals with people who are not family. The young waiter quickly scurried away as soon as he received the order.

“So what were you thinking?” Aaron asked curiously.

“Thinking that each BAU member was a magnet for specific people.”

Aaron raised his brows. “You lost me.” You laughed and started to explain how you came to that conclusion.

Dave attracted his fans. Whoever recognised him wanted to have a conversation or asked for his autograph. Also, women. He was a well-known Casanova, after all. Though you thought the womaniser trophy goes to Derek.

Derek, well, obviously, with women regardless of their profession. Even FBI agents and police officers ogle at him.

Aaron chuckled so far, thanking the waiter for bringing the coffee.

“I think they’re the most specific magnets, Dave and Derek,” you hummed as you poked your piece of cake with a fork.

“Five more to go,” Aaron gave you a small smile as he sipped the coffee.

Emily and JJ definitely attracted many people with their beauty. But you thought they attracted different sorts of guys. Whereas Emily would attract tough and rather dominant guys, JJ would attract romantic men, even naive and innocent.

Spencer, with his brain, people who have several degrees, professionals in their field, or just another genius like him. Besides, he was approachable to young people.

“Or nerds,” Aaron added with a grin. 

“That’s not nice,” you threw a tissue ball at Aaron. But you couldn’t contain your laugh and soon laughed together with Aaron. 

Penny would, well, she was everyone’s friend. If she was to stray into the ocean, you were sure she’d make a friend with the ocean, just like Moana from Disney. Penelope Garcia was a magnet for all sorts of things, not only humans.

“I believe even computer programs like Garcia,” Aaron smirked, hiding away behind the coffee mug. He put down the coffee and watched you eat your cake. “What about me?”

“You?”

“I’m a member of the BAU, am I not?”

“But you’re not my friend.” Aaron frowned. “You’re my boyfriend and best friend. I was thinking about my friend.” 

Aaron smiled warmly at your reply. Clearly loving how you explained it.

“Besides, you’re not a magnet.” He waited for you to talk, just looking at you. “You’re a natural-deterrent.”

“What?” Aaron snorted a laugh. “Is that even a word?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged. “But if Shakespeare can create new words, I can too. Anyway, with your face and authoritative aura, people avoid you. You know, the waiter who served you just now. The poor boy practically ran away from you.”

Aaron rolled his eyes. Then he suddenly grinned, his eyes sparkling. “Now I think of it, I know I am a magnet for a certain person.”

You hummed inquisitively.

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” He gave you a devilish smile. “You follow wherever I go.”

“That’s because of our job,” you huffed.

“But you’re attracted to me, are you not?” Heat flared on your face. “Or may be, you’re the magnet.” Aaron softly smiled. “I’m too much attracted to you, and sometimes it’s hard to breathe because I love you so much.”

“That’s,” you gulped, your heart pounding in your chest. “That’s cheating,” you mumbled. “I love you too, Aaron."

“I love you more, F/N.”