Smiley Hotchner
Aaron Hotchner + toddler!daughter!reader
Summary: Toddler!reader spends a day at the BAU
Warnings: None, vague UnSub things
Word Count: 750
Aaron bringing you to the bureau was a rare occasion. He had always preferred to keep you away from his work as much as humanly possible. However, when their most recent case involved a local UnSub whose victims all beared an eerie resemblance to you, he couldn't ignore the nagging voice in his head telling him you would be safer with him.
Though it leaned towards unprofessionalism, he couldn't help himself. He called your babysitter and she brought you to the bureau shortly after.
The other team members diverted their attention from the evidence board to the small footsteps sounding through the bureau.
Blissfully unaware of the real reason you were there, you immediately ran to your dad with a bright smile on your face. Aaron felt the tension in his posture ease when he saw you.
"Hi, Daddy." Your loving smile remained on your face.
"Hi, honey." The smile on his face was smaller but no less full of love and warmth. He started carrying you to his office, pointedly staring at the rest of the team so they would get back to working on their profile.
"How was your day, sweetheart?" Aaron asked, putting you down on the couch in his office.
"It was good!" You reached into your little backpack and pulled out a piece of slightly folded paper. "My teacher told us to draw something we love, so I drew you." You held the piece of paper out to your dad, expectedly waiting for him to take it.
He gratefully took it and felt his heart melt in his chest. The scribbles you had drawn would by no means be hung in a museum (unless it was owned by Aaron in which case it would be the number one display), but it was surely one his favorites pieces of art to ever be created.
A line of red as his tie, messy brown dots for his eyes, and a wonky line on his face to represent a grin.
"Do you like it?" you asked hopefully.
He bent down to be closer to you. "I love it." He gently kissed your head and handed the drawing back to you.
For the next few hours, you stayed in his office, drawing more scribbles and playing with the toys he kept in his office for you.
Most of the team went to apprehend the UnSub. Their profile indicated that the UnSub would comply relatively easy when arrested so a few of the team stayed behind.
Aaron being the Unit Chief meant he had to go along. Before he left he asked the ones staying behind to keep an eye on you.
Reaching up to open his office door, you curiously exited his office. Spencer and JJ were in the bullpen, removing things from the evidence board and putting files away, while Penelope sat on Spencer's desk and told them about the reality TV show she was currently watching.
You ran, carefully so you wouldn't trip, to where they were and waited for them to acknowledge your presence.
"Hi, Y/N!" Penelope happily greeted you, holding her arms open for a hug.
You practically crashed into her and hugged her back before doing the same to JJ, and Spencer. You opted for staying by him, holding onto one of his legs and admiring his shoes. You wondered how he kept them so clean when he wore them just about every time you saw him.
He wasn't sure whether he should politely tell you to let go of him, so he could remove a somewhat graphic photo from the board before you saw it, or let you stay there.
He looked at JJ and Penelope, visibly conflicted and in need of help.
Penelope smiled amusedly and gently poked your arm, getting you to look up at her with one eye, the other being lightly squished against Spencer's leg. "Hey, baby Hotch, why don't we go to my lair and I can show you the new game I made?"
"Ooh, okay!" You let go of Spencer and held out your hand for Penelope to take.
She grabbed your hand and started leading you to her office. You looked back at JJ and Spencer, who very quickly covered the photo he'd wanted to remove, and waved at them. Spencer wasn't thinking very well when he removed his hand from the board to wave back to you. Realization only hit him when he saw your gleeful expression morph into one of shock.
Aaron happened to walk back into the bureau at that exact moment and saw the surprise on your face. Spencer gulped nervously at the hard stare Aaron gave him.
Before he could go over to scold him for not being more careful, you tugged at his pant leg and looked up at him, gaining his attention. He leaned down, thinking you were upset. "What is it, honey?"
"Daddy, I desperately need shoes like Uncle Spencer's."
