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Our Past Life : Chapter 4

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Pairing: Aaron hotchner x gn!reader

Summary: Reader is being questioned by the date night by their friends, BAU solves another case and heads home after 2 days. Something scary is taking place (I'm sorry) Hotch is excited to come see you in your hotel room after the case.

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Content: In the story, Mentions of anxiety, abuse and self-harm. Sad boy Hotch. Not much on this chapter.

Since the moment you left the apartment, you have been feeling very unreal in a way. Taking a ride back to your hotel went by so fast as you were trying to think back to the night's events. Seeing your friend for the first time in a long time, catching up, hearing his voice, feeling your hands on him. It all felt intoxicating.

You’ve been laying in bed, just thinking of everything and nothing at the same time. Going over your and your best friend's lives. Everything that's led up to this point. Your travels, your now million dollar company, Top Priority. Your carreers as entertainers, making fools of yourselves on the internet, trying out dumb stuff and whatever you and your crew can think of. You love every moment of it. You love being able to work with your best friend, that was always your goal. And you've been friends for decades. But you couldn't help but think, what if things had gone differently? Would you have stayed with Aaron? Would things be different?

You want to believe so. But you also know, that might not be the case. The world wasn't ready. And worst of all, you weren't ready back then. You had no idea what you wanted to do with your life at that point. You went to law school, just because of the pressure from your family, two generations of lawyers before you. And you can still see the disappointment in your mother’s face, when you announced that you’re not going to continue on that path. And he was the opposite. He knew what he wanted, he knew the way to get away from his home, and grow to be anything but like his father. He wanted to help people.

You’ve been following his career, first as a lawyer and prosecutor and climb his way up the FBI ladder, studying psychology and now having his own team on the Behavioral Analysis Unit or whatever the fancy name of the place was. A team he is visibly proud of, a job that he seems to love, but a job that has caused a lot of sleepless nights, you’re sure. You could see it on his face. His eyes. His whiskey colored eyes, they're so kind but filled with the weight of the world. He’s always been like that, disappearing on the background but doing anything in his power to help others. But there was more to him than that. He’s funny but not everyone gets it. He’s very caring and warm. Sensitive and respectful to everyone that deserves it. But he will not stand down when standing up is needed, for himself or for anyone else.

You turn on your right side, picking up your phone and noticing it was 4 minutes past 6am already. Which meant, you’ve been in bed, thinking about things over and over again in your head for over 4 hours. You opened your phone and decided to text Hotch. Maybe he'd be up already. You barely had time to put your phone down when you got an answer from the man you were thinking about.

Apparently the man hadn't gotten much sleep either. It both made you happy and a little worried as you knew the man was getting ready for work at the moment. With a little smile, you leaned back to your pillow and without you noticing had drifted off to sleep.

After what felt like seconds, you woke up to a bang on your door. It scares you and you jump sitting up. The room was bright from the light coming through the curtains, making you blink a few times to get used to it. You rub your eyes briefly and get out of bed. You’re wearing shorts and a t-shirt, so you feel decent enough to open the door. The moment you turn the knob, you almost get hit by the door as a skinny, blond haired man enters your room. He’s wearing a quirky button up shirt and blue jeans and his favourite sneakers and his hair was messy in a way that was his trademark.

“Finally! What took you so long?” Charlie began. He entered the room quickly and hopped on the bed as he felt totally at home. He took a look at the bed that was unmade and looked at you “You two didn’t screw here, did you?” A corner of his lip was drawn upwards, but you could tell he was partly nervous to get his clothes dirty.

You laugh “No, don’t worry. There or anywhere else” you assure and go to pick up your phone. You check the time and for your surprise it was almost 10am.

The blond looks disappointed “Aww, (Y/N), don’t tell me that! I was so excited for you to have your booty call” You just now notice him holding a cup of coffee in his hands and the smell of it is heavenly for your tired brain. “Too bad it didn’t work out that well for you. Oh well, let’s get going, we have so much to see and I’m sure it will cheer you up too!” He took a sip of his coffee and turned on the tv, waiting for you to get ready.

You go through your suitcase, trying to figure out what to wear. You were going to go see a couple of studio options in New York, and see some sights while you’re here. “Who said anything about it not going well?” You decide that your blue sweater would be good enough, and with white jeans, it would be a good match. You look in the mirror and decide to leave your hair as it is, it’s not too bad to go out with. Charlie was now curious to hear what you meant. “It went great. Better than I could have imagined. And it’s not a booty call, thank you very much. He’s much more than that. We’ve barely seen each other in years, it’s complicated. But we went for a drink and talked and he took me to his apartment. We catched up.”

“Ah, complicated. What wouldn’t be? But he took you in his apartment? Are you sure he wasn’t just trying to get in your pants? I mean, he is a man after all” Charlie shrugged. He’s seen you date some guys here and there, but none of them last for more than a year. He’d come to a conclusion that maybe dating wasn’t your thing. It’s not for all, maybe you’re one of those. You haven’t shown much interest towards men in a long time, nor women for that matter.

You roll your eyes. “Absolutely not. I mean, he looked absolutely gorgeous, he looks so different, yet the same. For sure handsome. But like I said, things are complicated” You get dressed in the bathroom, but the door’s not all the way closed, just so you two can continue your conversation. As you’re happy with the outfit, you put on your sneakers and get ready to leave. “Where’s Anna?” You change the subject, you feel a yawn coming, and raise your forearm to cover it.

“She was getting ready to leave as well and will meet us downstairs.”

“I hope she has coffee for me, too” You mentioned, once your yawn died down. You two leave the room while Charlie keeps interrogating you about the evening, you lock the door and walk down that hall. Anna was in fact waiting for you two in the reception and like an angel that she is, handed a cup of fresh, warm coffee in your hand. Splash of creamer, just the way you like it.

Couple of days pass quickly. You and your business partners have had so much to do and so much to see. New york seems like a beautiful city, so many different areas, all of them so different in their own way. Central park is gorgeous this time of year, seeing the statue of liberty seemed somehow magical. You would have loved to go to the Botanic garden in Brooklyn, but you haven’t yet had a chance to go. You went to see a musical on Broadway last night, you think it was a bit ironic to go watch the show Chicago in New York. You took a lot of pictures and made sure to send them to Hotch in the evening, as he was out of town for a case. He checked on you every evening, asking how your day had been. It made you happy to see his name pop up on your screen here and there. He was thinking of you, the same way you were thinking of him all the time.

The case was solved in a bit under two days, but unfortunately took one more victim. As they made it to Boston, the team separated. Hotch and Rossi came to the station, JJ and Morgan went to the morgue. Prentiss and Reid joined officer Kennedy at the latest crime scene. It turned out that there was some DNA found in the victims' burn marks. Tha dna didn't find a match from any database, but later on is a good evidence for court. Many cups of coffee and a lot of brainstorming later, they found Chester Penny, 32 year old bartender. They come from abusive home and was burnt by his aunt whenever they were babysitting Chester as a kid. They have untreated bipolar and all in all a lot of issues. Unfortunately, as the team was about to go get their unsub, they had abducted another man, who later on died on the way to the hospital.

The team was finally in their jet, on their way home. The flight wasn't long, a bit less than two hours, but everyone had settled down to take a breather after the case. Even though it was solved in about two days, it's always exhausting. Everyone had settled down, except for the team leader, who was sitting in one of the corner chairs, files in front of him and laptop open at the edge of the table. He had promised to look over some files his boss had sent him earlier. And if the man is something, he is a man of his words. When he promises something, he will do whatever is in his power to keep it. The file was big, apparently it was an inside operation of sorts that only a handful of people knew about, Hotchner now being one of them. Apparently, one undercover agent had gone missing a week earlier, and the search crew's got nothing so far. He was asked to look over some pictures and files with a fresh set of eyes. But they were meant for his eyes only. The undercover operation was highly classified, and would remain that way. For this reason, it hasn't been made a proper case for the team to work on.

Reading a stack of notes and reports, the flight went by fast. As they were about to land, Hotchner gathered everything together and put them in his briefcase, to wait for another time. As he raised his head, he immediately met eyes with his blonde colleague, who shot him a tired smile.

The jet landed smoothly and the team gathered their stuff, getting ready to leave. A small chatter filled the air, everyone was exhausted, but coming back home was always such a cheerful moment. As they walked in the bureau, everyone spreaded to their desks, making sure everything was done before going home. As Aaron was on his way up the stairs, he picked up his phone, to check if there was anything he'd missed. His mind was quickly on you when he'd seen you in his office a few days back, and it made him feel warm inside. Aaron was glad you two had messaged back and forth a couple of times during his time away. You had sent him a picture of the three of you at dinner in one fancy restaurant. All three of you smiling, holding a glass of wine on hand. You were the only one drinking white wine, and he smirked at himself Some things never change. He opened that picture again, after staring at it a long time the previous night. He'd met Charlie and Anna a couple of times before, they both seemed like a very lovely people and the way the two of you feel so comfortable with each other’s company, like a family. You looked good together. All of you smiling and clearly enjoying your time out and free.

He closed the picture, but remained in the chat with you.

"Hey there. We just landed. Finishing a couple of thing, dinner in an hour?" Hotch texted. He put his phone on the desk and as he sat down, with his left hand he loosened his blue tie around his neck. He had taken his suit jacket off and put it on the back of his chair. He thought he'd answer a couple of emails before going home, letting the search team know what he was thinking about the situation, and that he'll look into it more tomorrow morning. A quiet *ding* made him look back at his phone that was laying down on the desk.

Sounds good. Meet me in Hampton Inn, room 211. Hurry up, I'm hungry and will order without you if you take too long ;)

Fair enough, Hotch thought and turned back to his laptop. The hotel was about 20 minutes ride away, so he'd have some time to finish things up.

"Please tell me you're not staying" a voice made his gaze jump towards his office door. It was Prentiss, bringing him her finished case report. Her dark hair was about shoulder length and her black blazer was open, with a rich blue tank top underneath. She walked closer to the desk to hand over the file. Hotch took it, looked quickly through it, and set it aside.

"No, I'm not staying for long. I'm gonna reply to a few emails and head home myself as well." He assured the raven haired agent.

She was pleased with that answer, wished him a good night and walked out, heading home. She was excited to go home to Sergio. One after another, the agents brought their reports to the team leader, one by one getting ready to go home. Aaron was about to do the same, as he heard his phone go off. He thought it was a text from you, so he quickly picked up his phone. Insted, it came from an unknown number.

Their blood is a threat, a warning, a promise. We are not the same, and will never be.

Hair on the back of his neck stood up. He didn't recognize the number. He wrote it down on a post-it note, and put it inside his laptop. He'd ask Garcia to look the number up tomorrow morning, as she no longer was in the building. Just as he was about to sit down again on his chair and see what he could find about this text, you texted him

Hurry up! I'm bored. And hungry. Get your butt in here.

I'll be there in 25. Need anything? Hotch texted back, grabbed his suit jacket and walked out of the bureau to his dark grey Seat SUV in the parking garage. You had requested of him to bring a bottle of wine from the store next to the hotel, so that was now his mission. Trying to think what kind of wine would you like, as all he told him was 'surprise me, G-man'. He quickly forgot about the text he received moments ago, as he was not just thinking about the person he was gonna see in just a few miles. It made him more happy than he realized. He felt like a teenager again, sneaking to see his crush past midnight, butterflies in his stomach. The excitement almost making him feel giddish, yet the same time more present that he'd been in a long time. He listened to the radio, there were few songs here and there and a man and woman duo talking about some strange incident that happened earlier on their way to work. He wasn't paying much attention to it, but it was nice to just hear something. Have something to relax his brains as he drove.

He swiftly parked his car on the side of the road. Bought a bottle of wine, and headed to the hotel. Receptionist greeted him as he walked in and Aaron asked for directions to the right room. He realized how fast his heart was beating, and this time it wasn't because of anxiety, but excitement. Room 211, second floor to the right. That's what the receptionist had said and he repeated it in his head, as he was walking up the stairs. Within seconds, he reached the right door, with 211 written right next to it.

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