the airport was beyond CROWDED. bodies packed tightly around the never ending merry-go-round of the luggage belts. suitcases were being spit out in a spray of colors and patterns. aaron had only been with the seattle field office for a few months and this would be his first solo assignment. protective detail, a young model was recently receiving some alarming communications through various mediums. the letters had all been postmarked from different states - which made it a FEDERAL matter. forensics had matched them to letters found in the apartment of a missing woman from los angeles. she’d also been working as a model prior to her disappearance. the file on his charge had been slim, but it was clear someone with means wanted to ensure this woman was PROTECTED. she’s not easy to miss, even in the sea of bodies, she stands out. hotch stays near the exit and watches her approach, scanning the crowd around her for anyone too focused on the young beauty. a polite smile is offered as he inserts himself into her trajectory, ❝you must be jacqueline, it’s a pleasure. aaron hotchner, your driver.❞ he adds a bit of extra EMPHASIS to driver. he wasn’t interested in disclosing the true nature if his employment so openly, ❝we’re parked right over here, do you have any luggage?❞
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