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park the shark who willingly took you to his place that night, something that he doesn’t do very often. and even if he did, he would usually go back to her place, not that he’d ever tell you. 

“i hate you,” you glared at the man between your legs. 

“i can live with that,” placing his hands on the back of your thighs, “up,” he commanded, and you obeyed. 

lifting you up, you felt your back hit his door and before you could complain, park placed his mouth over yours. wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer.

“so needy,” he smirked against your mouth, at his mouth you grasped his hair and pulled. park responded by pushing you closer to the door, his cock beginning to grind into your stomach. “feel that, princess? hope you can take it.” 

park the shark who matched your freak. wasn’t judgemental with what you wanted to do in the bedroom. 

“you wanna bite me?” he grinned, flashing his canines. “i thought i was the shark.” 

you made a face, “why would you say that to me? i’m like, dry now.” 

scoffing, his hands drifted down to your damp panties. “sure, princess,” grinding his thumb against your clit, park watched intently at the way you threw your head back, your breathing becoming laboured. “look at that.” 

“brendon,” you gasped, feeling his teeth sink into the meat of your shoulder, dragging your nails down his back, you could hear his grunt against you, the jerk of his hips. 

removing himself away from you, brendon licked the bite languidly, a contrast to the erraticness of his hips. “look at you,” he purred, as he took in the multiple marks he’s left across your skin. “beautiful.” 

you looked up at him and the meat between his neck and shoulder was practically tantalising. sensing where your attention was, park grinned to himself and lowered his shoulder. “come on, baby.”

“i’m not going to fucking break, bite me,” still a bit hesitant, you moved your mouth back to his traps, sinking your teeth slowly, you could feel brendon squeezing your hips. “that’s a girl,” encouraged.  

park the shark who started to treat you slightly better at work. he wasn’t goading you like before, but he was more or less ignoring your entire existence. 

“you get in my pants and then you practically ghost me when we’re at work?” you slammed his locker, refusing to back down when he glared at you. 

“i didn’t realise i had to converse with you every time i saw you,” he sneered. “did you want flowers as well?” 

“no,” you sputtered. “of course not. but i want you talk to me like i’m actually there.”

park sighed, “we didn’t talk before.” 

“because i thought you hated me,” when he opened his mouth, you quickly interrupted, “i know that you don’t hate me.” 

“i don’t understand why i have to talk to you outside of when i go downstairs.”  

“it’s courtesy,” your tone was bordering on whinging you and you quickly reeled yourself back. 

“what’s courtesy, princess, is me leaving hickeys where people can’t see it,” his eyes quickly flashed to your breasts, and you frowned, crossing your arms. 

“don’t be gross.” 

“i usually don’t talk to people i fuck,” sighing, he turned back to his locker. 

“fine,” you pouted, too tired to argue, and not that you’d ever admit it, a bit hurt at his statement. “i’ll see you when we both fuck next i guess,” turning to leave, you heard make a noise before grabbing your arm. 

“don’t be dramatic,” he bit out, annoyed at the whole situation. “i don’t know what to talk to you about when we’re at work.” 

“the weather? the shitty but overpriced cafeteria food? the gossip?” you listed off. “it just makes me feel used, park. like i’m good enough for you to fuck but not good enough for you to talk to.” 

park frowned at your statement. “i didn’t mean it like that. i thought that you would prefer for me to not talk to you.” 

you couldn’t help but laugh at the miscommunication. “i like talking to you.” 

park shifted, as if your words impacted him in a way he couldn’t decipher, “i like talking to you too.” 

“don’t ignore me again, i swear to god, otherwise i’ll ban you from sex,” you pointed your finger at him. 

he rolled his eyes and then looked around, “this is like your shitty grey’s anatomy.”

you rolled your eyes, “you like my shitty grey’s anatomy.” 

“if you ever,” he threatened, a playfully mean look on his face. holding up your hands in surrender, he opened back up his locker. “what are we having tonight?” 

you sat down on the bench and watched him, “i want pho,” you watched in appreciation as brendon began changing into his normal clothes. he was always so big but his movements weren’t clunky or awkward, it was always so sure. 

tossing his hoodie wordlessly behind him, you barely caught it. “you’re going to get cold,” he stated and you mumbled under your breath. 

“do you want to eat in? cause if so, we have to head home and shower,” he mumbled into his locker, grabbing the last of his things. he closed it and turned to you, a small smile gracing his face before it quickly dropped. 

“take away?” you suggested. “i’m kinda beat,” you shrugged then stood up. 

“you good?” 

“tired,” before you could lift your bag to your shoulder, park grabbed it and held it for you. murmuring a ‘thanks’, you moved closer to him. “i just really want to eat pho and watch shitty grey’s anatomy.” 

“you’re lucky i have netflix.” 

“i have all the dvds, that won’t stop me.” 

brendon park who slowly became your friend in public since that talk. he’s actually nice. he’s considerate (in and out of the bedroom), stubborn but loyal, remembers the smallest things you talk to him about and he’s sweet. 

brendon park who knows how to deal with you when you’re being particularly bratty. 

you weren’t seething out of jealousy, no of course not. you were just being logical. because if park was fucking other people, you needed to know because of health reasons, obviously. 

you didn’t know her, she was stationed upstairs with him. but she was really pretty. soft, blonde hair, a smile that unfortunately made you fall in love. she was a stunner and you’re not an idiot, brendon probably thought she was pretty too. 

his demeanor was calmer than usual. it seemed like he actually wanted to listen to what she was saying, that he wanted to be in her company. 

looking up, park nodded at you in acknowledgement (which you promptly ignored) before finishing his conversation and heading over to you. 

“you ready?” 

giving him a terse nod, you kept eye contact with the woman from before. “who is she?” you jerked your head towards her. 

“one of the or nurses,” he replied. 

you hummed and tore your eyes away from her, instead looking at park. you eyed him up and down, disdain clearly on your face. 

“what’s wrong with you?” 

“nothing,” you said. “i’m heading home.” 

“i’m going to ask you again. what’s wrong with you?” 

“nothing,” you said slower this time. “i’m going home.” 

“i thought we had plans,” he said, starting to get irritated at your avoidance. 

before you could reply, the nurse from before came back. her blonde her swishing as she walked, her hips swaying a little bit too much, and a sultry smile on her face as she came up to the two of you. “night doctor park,” she grinned at him, not bothering to pay attention to you. 

scoffing you mocked her under your breath, something that park didn’t miss. “you jealous, pup?” 

“if you’re fucking her, i need to know, i’m not risking an std because you want to the fuck the entire hospital,” you snarked, tamping down the green eyed monster. you had no right to feel jealous. you were just fucking. 

“i’m not robinavitch,” he spat out, as if he was offended at the thought of being with other people. at robby’s mention you frowned and you felt like he hit you in the heart. “i don’t treat the hospital like my own dating show.” 

“doesn’t seem like it,” you snapped. 

“fucking christ,” park exhaled deeply, and you could practically see him counting to five slowly in his head. “we’re going to my place tonight.” 

-

“how the fuck do you think i have time between work and you to find time to chase some other woman,” you groaned as he punctuated his statement with a particularly mean thrust. 

“brendon,” you could feel your drool pool beneath you, no doubt seeping into his mattress. clasping the fabric beneath you tightly, you were too fucked out to do anything else. 

“come on, pup,” twisting his hand into your hair, brendon yanked your head next to his face. “you were so talkative before.” 

gasping his name again, he slowly moved his hand to your throat, the other sneaking around  to your stomach. “if you ever think that i’d go around your back,” he tightened his grip around your neck, hips snapping. “you think i want some fucking nobody, huh?” 

“say who’s fucking me right now,” he growled into your ear, and when you didn’t respond quickly enough for his liking, he gave another rough jerk of his hips. 

“me,” you sputtered out, your hands grasping his forearms, nails digging into the flesh. 

“fuck, that’s right,” peppering kisses down your sweaty neck, the hand on your stomach moved further down, fingers latching onto your clit. “you think i fuck just anyone raw? that i just cum inside of any woman, huh?” 

you shook your head, one arm going behind his neck, pulling him down to your mouth. needing him closer than you already were. you let him take control, taking whatever he wanted, you just needed him. 

“come on, pup,” he goaded you, his hips no longer having a rhythm, as his fingers pressed harder, the circles against your clit becoming tighter. “cum on my cock.” 

white hot orgasm rushed through your body, you would have fallen if not for brendon holding you. gasping into his mouth, you chanted his name against his lips. 

spilling inside of you, he panted on your back, holding your body tight to his. softly moving you down, you melted into the bed. you never wanted to move, or think about anything ever again. you were content. 

brendon hissed as he slipped out of you, his cum slowly dripping onto his sheet. moving to his bathroom, he came out with a warm and damp towel. slowly and gently cleaning you, he tossed the rag to his hamper and began slowly kissing up your neck. 

“come on,” you could feel brendon lift you up and you whined in protest. “i’m not having you get a uti, you of all people should know how important this is.” 

lifting you on the toilet, you didn’t want to acknowledge just how intimate this was. so, instead, you looked at him impatiently. 

“what?” 

“get out,” you whinged as you watched him stand next to his sink. “i’m not gonna fake pee!” you exclaimed. 

brendon eyed you before nodding and leaving to go back to his bed. 

walking out of his bathroom slowly, you were practically ambushed, “jesus, brendon.” without another word he lifted you up and carried you to bed. “i have legs, you know.” 

“i know, but i also know that you can’t walk right now,” he grinned devilishly at you, and you couldn’t help but gather the little strength you had left, and smacked his chest. 

brendon park who brought you a coffee (one from an actual cafe) and a pastry to the pitt because you said you missed breakfast and you were hungry. who gave every single person a glare as they looked at him in shock as he hunted you down and gave you the food. 

“park?” you furrowed your brow, wondering if came down for a consult, but you can’t recall anyone calling for ortho in the pitt. 

“pup,” he greeted, then practically shoved the contents in your hand. “eat,” he could practically see the question mark forming on the top of your head and rolled his eyes. “you haven’t eaten since you left my house. eat.” 

“brendon,” you said softly, looking around the er. “I’m okay.” 

“do i have to feed this to you?” when you didn’t reply, he wordlessly took the pastry back and opened it up, holding it to your face. 

“park!” you chided, but nonetheless taking a small bite, very aware of the stares being thrown your way. 

javadi looked around, wide-eyed, trying to see if anyone else was watching the scene unfold in front of her. finally seeing whittaker and santos across the room. gesturing with her head to where the two of you stood, she made a face. 

“what the?” whittaker wondered out loud. “when did park and her become friends?” 

-

“shark bait,” santos practically purred as she rounded the corner. “i always thought it’d be robby that you’d be fucking.” 

rolling your eyes, you decided you were far too tired to entertain her antics at the moment. walking away, trinity followed you eagerly, her hands on her stethoscope, “so, is he mean in bed?” not answering her, you continued down the hallway. 

“garcia tells me that he talks about you sometimes,” that caused you to pause your steps. smiling, trinity skipped to you, “talks about your plans together. he mentioned that you love those coconut buns from the bakery near the hospital.” 

“trin,” you hissed. “stop.” 

“tell me if you’re fucking him, so i can change my bet. i don’t really wanna lose fifty bucks,” she whined, rocking on the heels of her feet. 

“brendon and i-,” 

“brendon?” she repeated, a sly grin on her face. 

“is none of your business,” and with that you began walking again, trinity trying to catch up to you. 

“what’s going on?” robby held out his hands, a playful smile on his face as he saw the two of you. 

“park brought her coffee and pastry because she complained she’s hungry.” eyes wide, you turned to trinity.  

“oh?” robby tilted his head towards you, and trinity almost gagged as he gave you the look only reserved for you. “we could have grabbed something, if you were hungry.” 

before you could answer, trinity answered for you, “when? between all the patients and nurses needing you, when?” 

you both turned to her, you incredulously and robby confused. “santos,” robby snipped, “i think garcia needs a set of hands in room six.” 

“shark? when did he start bringing you food?” it was an innocent question, if you didn’t know robby that well. unfortunately, for you, you knew him very well. 

“he’s actually nice,” you defended. “when he likes you.” 

“when has park ever liked you?” robby made a face and shook his head, “uh, sorry, not meant that way.” 

you laughed at his charming awkwardness, “we became friends recently. i like him.” 

“you like him?” robby arched a brow, his head tilting. 

you could feel a flush approaching your cheeks, and you really didn’t want to do this right now. especially with robby. with a hurried excuse, you scampered away from him. 

robby who didn’t realise why park suddenly started appearing a lot happier when he was down for a consult. 

robby who could see that the two of you obviously had inside jokes together, inside stories that only the two of you were privy too - something that he once had with you. 

robby who didn’t know where the nickname ‘pup’ came from, all he knew was he hated how you lit up at the name, practically preened whenever park said it to you. 

robby who always had feelings for you but never wanted to do anything because you’re good. you’re kind, and you’re you. and he was too old and too weathered for someone so good. 

brendon who stood by the nurses station in his normal clothes, waiting for you to finish. he ignored the looks that were thrown his way, or the appreciation in some.

he watched as you began your final chart, his eyes roaming all over you. you didn’t seem that tired compared to other days, you actually seemed to be in a pretty good mood. chatting away to him as you kept filling out forms. 

“did you see that photo that i sent you during your break?” you briefly looked up to brendon, the back to the computer. “the sushi place on station square.” 

“i already made reservations,” brendon simply replied. eyes scanning you and then the report briefly, tsking under his breath and pointed to the mistake. 

“i was getting to that,” you snapped playfully. “and thank you.” 

he looked back out to the space and saw hastings and robinavitch stopping at the station where the two of you were. 

“so i was thinking of coming over tonight?” park practically rolled his eyes at the blatant flirting happening in front of him. he glanced at hastings, leaning over the counter to talk to robby and watched as the other man briefly look over to you. 

“i don’t think that’s a good idea,” robby smiled tightly, still glancing between you now and then. not that you realised, too busy frowning at the computer as your screen decided to freeze. 

“i swear, you motherfucker,” you cursed under your breath. 

listening to the conversation happening right beside you, park closely kept an eye on your mood. anticipating your face scrunching up in distaste at the flirting going on in front of you

“done!” you celebrated as you stood up and slammed your folder shut. “fucking finally,” turning to brendon. “you ready to go, shark?” 

brendon hopped off the desk he was leaning on, “let’s go, pup.” 

“night,” you nodded to the other two before leading brendon to your locker. 

brendon barely glanced at the two as he passed, but he did note gleefully the look on robby’s face. 

brendon who isn’t afraid of dropping everything to make sure you’re okay…as friends

you watched mel instructing the breathing patterns and you tried your best to follow her, trying to will down the fast pace of your heart. 

“that’s it,” mel encouraged, a smile on her face. “just a couple more.” 

you breathed through your nose again, eyes looking around the room. a bit embarrassed at the situation that you were unfortunately placed in. you could see langdon and santos giving you a reassuring look, and robby who looked like he was about to blow a fuse. 

before anyone could say anything, you could hear dana bellowing a ‘room three’ to someone and then a harsh opening of the doors. “what the fuck happened?” brendon barked at the room. his attention solely focused on you. 

“i’m fine,” you called out. “just a bit of a scare.” 

not removing his eyes off you, he addressed the room again. 

“a patient got aggressive, said some mean shit, yanked her arm and threw her against some machines,” santos answered quickly, her eyes shifting between the two of you. 

the air was charged and mel moved out of the way, eyeing park like he was a predator going to snap at any minute. 

“you okay?” he asked softly, eyes running over your face and body, scowling when he saw the red print on your arm. when he saw you nod, he looked away, and then commanded, “out.” 

without another word, you watched as your colleagues scurry away. robby hesitating at the door, looking at you softly, fighting every cell in his body that wanted to stay with you. 

“i’m okay,” you murmured softly once everyone left. you weren’t, not really, but he didn’t have to know that. 

“no, you’re not.” 

“bones aren’t even broken,” you joked, trying to smile at him. 

“i’m not talking about your bones,” he tsked, stepping forward. 

“bren,” you said softly. your muscles relaxing as soon as you could feel his body heat radiate off him. 

“we’re staying at mine tonight,” he muttered, tucking a strand of her behind your ear, then dragging down his fingers until he landed on your injured arm. tapping your fingertips with his a couple of times, he looked back up at you. “what were you doing with king before?” 

“breathing exercises, helps me,” you watched as he slowly drifted both hands to your wrist and held them gently. 

“show me,” he whispered. “i can hear your heartbeat all the way from here.” 

brendon who felt his heart racing in his chest, who hasn’t felt this way since he was in high school asking out his first girlfriend. 

“we’re dating,” he declared. 

“excuse me?” you turned to him, baffled at his sudden announcement. you stopped chopping the carrot and leaned over to pause your music. 

“we only have sex with each other, i know what you like, you know what i like, you’re practically over here every day, we make a point to have dinner together at least once a week,” brendon listed off reasons. “do you want me to go on?” 

“since when was this us dating?” 

brendon stared blankly at you, “if i had it my way, ever since i kissed you in my house. knew you were the woman for me after you yanked my hair.”

feeling yourself beginning to get flustered, you breathed out loudly. “and you kept this from me because?” 

brendon shrugged, “you would have never said yes.” 

“maybe you just liked me yanking your hair.” 

rolling his eyes, “you want to date me.” 

“you’re presumptuous,” you replied, a bit amused at his obvious nervousness. 

“i’m falling in love with you,” he stated simply and that took your breath away. you looked at his face, scanning every nook and cranny that you familiarised yourself with the last six months, trying to see if he was misleading you. 

but you saw none. 

“unless you’re still fucking in love with robinavitch, i’m willing to wait until you love me back,” he affirmed, like those were the only two options that you could choose. 

“most men ask,” you reminded. “and they usually have flowers or some gifts when they ask.” 

“i’m not most men, and i bought you those flowers when we went to the market a couple of days ago,” he pointed to the beautiful flowers on your kitchen table. 

“hr’s gonna have a fit,” was all you said. you watched in amusement as brendon took a while to understand your words, and when he did, a bright grin took over his face. ignoring your exclaim of his name, he wrapped you up in his arms. 

the first year - the first week (june 2025)

“I need your number,” Hotch said in lieu of a greeting. He watched as you turned around, a spoon in your mouth, eyes wide. “For work. In case.” 

“Don’t need to justify yourself to me, Hotch,” spitting out your numbers, you watched as he plugged it into his phone with laser point focus. He repeated the words to you, and you confirmed your numbers. “What do you have me in your phone as?” 

“Your name?” He answered, confusion on his face. He turned his phone around and there it was, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) BAU. 

“You got another (Y/N) (Y/L/N) running around?” You tsked, “You mind?” You gestured to his phone and he handed it over to you. 

You smiled as you replaced your name in his phone, “Feel free to change it, but if you do, it has to top this one.” 

Hotch looked down at his phone, your contact name being changed to (y/n) (hottie) >,< 🫶🏼. He couldn’t but chuckle fondly at your boldness. “I’ll message you now so you have my number.” 

unknown number

Hello. This is Hotch. 

you 

hotch u don’t have to be so formal over text, ya know

unknown number 

I don’t think I’m being formal. This is how I normally text. 

you 

i forget that you’re old 

“That isn’t very nice,” Hotch scolded next to you, momentarily forgetting that he was there. 

“I’m kidding, but it is a bonus to you, I like my men older,” you winked, attitude brazen as if you weren’t violating three HR codes right now. 

“Get back to work,” Hotch replied firmly but you grinned as you saw the red creeping up his neck and flushing into his cheeks. 

Naming him in your phone, you screenshotted your screen and sent it to him. You looked up from your desk, catching his gaze, even from this distance you could see the annoyance on his face. Grinning, you winked at him. 

the first year - a month in (july 2025)

It was a month in and you weren’t getting antsy in your position at all - something that you fear would happen. You fit in better than you expected, more than the team expected. Maybe you were the breath of fresh air that they needed. Or the fact that you made them realise that it was okay to not be about work all the time. 

“So what’s Hotch’s deal?” You asked as you looked at Derek and Emily, the three of you outside of the waiting room. 

Emily grinned as she shared a glance with Derek. “What do you mean?” 

“He single?” 

“He’s your superior,” Derek piped in, a knowing look on his face. 

“That won’t stop me,” you shrugged. Popping another piece of chip in your mouth, “So, is he?” 

“I’m surprised he hasn’t told you,” Emily responded as she amusedly watched you from her spot. “Feels like he’s an open book to you.” 

“What does that mean?” 

Derek leaned forward, grabbing your snack, “It means that ever since you started, boss man has tried to make sure that you’re spending every moment with him.” 

“I’m new, probably wants to keep an eye,” you reasoned out, though that didn’t stop the grin on your face. 

“He’s getting a divorce,” Morgan supplied helpfully. “It’s almost finalised.” 

“Oh shit,” with that you sat up. You looked between the two of them, trying to decipher if they were pulling a fast one on you. “Seriously?” 

“What? Not interested in divorcees?” Emily grinned as Derek handed her your snack. 

“Not interested in men that have not had their divorce finalised yet,” you cleared up. 

“So Hotch is off the table then?” Derek asked. 

With a perplexed look on your face, you looked towards Derek, “When did I say that? He’s off the table until his divorce is finalised.” 

“If it’s any consolation, their divorce has been finalised since forever, it’s just the stupid legalities that’s taking forever,” Emily added.

the first year - three months in (september 2025)

It’s a rough case. The toughest you’ve had so far since you started at the BAU and that was saying something. Groaning, you rubbed your head hoping to make the headache go away. 

“You doing okay?” The firm hand of Aaron Hotchner grasped your shoulder. 

As subtly as you could, you leaned into his grasp. You knew that this was probably violating so many HR codes but at this moment you could not care. “Just a bit tough right now.” If you could feel the slight rubbing of his thumb on your shoulder, you won’t say anything.

“You’re doing well, you know that?” Hotch asked as he gave your shoulder another squeeze before letting go. Looking into your eyes, he frowned as he saw the exhaustion on your face. “I’m here for you if you need anything.” 

Looking down at the papers in your lap, you glanced back up at him. “I know, Hotch,” moving aside so he could sit next to you. “Thank you.” 

“You’re going to do your head in,” Hotch said softly as he looked at the same papers you were looking at back in the station. “Looking at the same thing won’t help you.” 

“Says you,” you joked as you could feel his eyes glance at your face (again). “I just feel so useless,” you confessed. “I just, I feel like it’s in front of me and I just can’t see it.” 

Shifting yourself closer to Hotch, as subtle as you possibly could until you could feel his body radiate off him. You could feel your thigh pressed against his, his arm slightly behind yours to allow you room. You couldn’t help but lean into him, basking in the silent and intimate moment. 

Letting your head fall to his shoulder, you looked at Hotch, who was now looking at the same documents you had in your lap. You admired his jawline, the five o’clock shadow and if you leaned in just a little closer, you could tell where he sprayed his cologne. “You missed a spot.” 

Hotch hummed in response. Softly touching his jaw, you ran your hand gently across the tiniest patch. “Right here,” you murmured, your fingers now drifting and tracing his jawline. 

He looked down at you, a small smile on his face already before he even saw you. “I was in a bit of a rush this morning.” 

“I like it,” you complimented. “It makes you human. I like that.” 

If you were less exhausted you probably wouldn’t be doing this. You probably wouldn’t have the soft voice usually left for pillow talk. To be so vulnerable, let alone touching your boss. And if you weren’t exhausted you probably would have felt the little shiver that ran through Hotch. 

“Why don’t you get some sleep?” Hotch suggested as he noted you slowly drifting off, your eyelids fighting sleep. He couldn’t help but run his eyes down your face. The soft glow of the light illuminating your features. He manoeuvred the arm you were leaning on, moving his hand to lay on your waist. Rubbing gently, a warm feeling spread across his chest. 

“I’m fine,” you spoke as you yawned. “Okay, maybe I’m a bit knackered, but I’m here. I don’t think I can sleep well if I don’t look,” you took back the papers. Completely melting yourself to Hotch, you removed all semblance of actually looking at the papers. Instead, enjoying the calm moment that you managed to find yourself in. 

“(Y/N)?” You answered him with a soft snore. Gently lowering his back to the couch, slowly as to not wake you, Hotch couldn’t help but look at you. Truly look at you. It was one of the rare moments where he allowed himself to take note of every feature.

It was that moment that Aaron Hotchner realised that you were the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen and that he wouldn’t mind seeing this exact picture for the rest of his life. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” a voice piped up behind him, and before Hotch could stop himself, he gave Spencer a mild annoyed look. “Oh, is she sleeping?” Spencer looked between the two of you. The way you seemingly fit with Hotch, and the unnatural softness Hotch had around him. 

“Please keep it down, Reid,” he briefly moved, allowing you to burrow more into him. “What can we do for you?” 

Spencer took note of how natural it was for Hotch to say ‘we’, “I just needed the blue files from the Sheriff,” he explained, his gaze falling to you. “Is she okay?” 

“I think this case is taking a toll on her,” he answered, passing the notes to the man in front of him. 

“It is a particularly difficult case.” Spencer understood, this case was frustrating even to himself. There was something they were all clearly missing and he hoped it didn’t take another victim for them to figure out. “I like her,” Spencer commented. His gaze still fixed on the two of you. “She’s a good fit for the team.” 

“She is, isn’t she?” 

“You’re fond of her,” Spencer said softly. 

“Reid.” 

“I’m just saying, Hotch. You’re more gentle when she’s around.” 

the first year - four months in (october 2025)

“Your birthday is coming up, right?” 

Grinning, you nodded, “You remembered. I always knew I was your favourite.” 

“It’s in your file.” 

“That’s like, so un-romantic, Hotch,” you pouted. “Are you getting me a gift?” You rounded his desk and perched yourself up. At his sigh and knowing look, you gently knocked his elbow with your foot. 

“Of course. I think you’d light me on fire if I didn’t,” he grinned at you, gently shoving your foot back. “It’s not tangible, though, at least not now.” 

At that you pouted, “But tangible things are nice. I like tangible things.” 

“What’s even nicer is the fact that all your coffees and your breakfast burgers are paid for from your favourite spot for the next six months,” he commented. 

At his words, you grinned at him, an action that he himself mirrored. “You are an amazing man,” you jumped off the table. “And you know my favourite breakfast place. Very romantic.”

“They do have a nice breakfast selection,” he agreed as he watched you roam around his office, eventually landing on bringing a chair next to his. “I haven’t tried it, but it seems delicious.” 

“I got suckered into their marketing from Instagram and it actually paid off.” 

“Instagram?” Hotch asked, as if the app was a foreign thing to him, which was probably correct. 

You gasped and pulled out your phone, “Look,” pulling up their page, you moved closer to him. Scrolling through their photos, you could hear Hotch’s hum of approval but not realising that his gaze was flickering from the photos to your face. 

“I have to take you there some time, I think you’d like it,” you allowed him to continue to scroll. “When we actually have some free time,” you groaned. 

the first year - five months, one week in (november 2025)

“How are you holding up?” 

Hotch glanced up from his paper as he gestured to come in. “I’m fine.” 

“Hotch,” you closed the door and when you turned back, a frown appeared on your face. “Don’t lie to me.” 

“I’m not lying,” he responded and you tutted. 

“Aaron,” you sat down in your usual chair, you wouldn’t be surprised if the chair had your ass permanently printed on it. “You’re tense, like more tense than usual.” 

At your insistence and knowing that you won’t let this drop, postpone maybe, but never drop. “It’s the first birthday since we initiated the divorce,” Hotch looked at you, then back to his paperwork. 

“Oh.” 

“It’s fine. I’m fine,” Hotch spoke but judging from the constant fidgeting of his pen and tell tale sign of him bouncing his leg up and down, you frowned at his lie. 

Shrugging, you leaned forward and picked up the fidget you left yesterday.  “I know this killer Mongolian place,” you said as you moved the toy between your hands. Looking at him, “Want to come? Last time I ordered, I realised that it is not meant for a lone soul.” 

“I don’t need your pity.” 

“Pity, shmitty,” you rolled your eyes. “I like food. I like you. I want to eat food with you and it just happens to be your birthday.” 

“If we don’t have a case, then yes,” he nodded and leaned back in his chair, eyeing you fondly. “That’s the first time you called me Aaron,” he commented. 

“No,” you responded, racking your memory. It couldn’t be. Could it? “Seriously?” 

Hotch nodded, “You’ve called me Hotch, Hotchner, boss man, that guy, the guy with the badge, but never Aaron.” 

“It’s a nice name,” you complimented. “For a nice guy,” you winked, then scrunching your face, “yuck, that’s gonna ruin my cred. Don’t tell Morgan.” 

Chuckling all he could give you was a smile. 

the first year - five months, two weeks in (november 2025)

“Is that Hotch?” Spencer asked, causing you and Derek to pause your movements and stare at the couple in the restaurant. 

“Who’s that?” You asked. 

“His wife,” Spencer replied helpfully, not noticing the clench in your jaw. 

“Ex-wife,” Derek corrected, briefly glancing at you. “But that is Haley. Don’t know why they’re there together though.” 

The three of you watched as Haley smiled at something Hotch said, an uncharacteristic smile on his face. It suits him, you thought. You frowned as you saw him lean in, their bodies close until he lightly kissed her. It was a quick peck, one that you would have given your friends, but the difference was you weren’t married to them. 

“I guess their divorce isn’t happening,” Derek whistled, his eyes flicking to see your reaction. 

“I guess that explains why she was in his office last night.” 

“She was in the office last night?” You asked, eyes still on the couple. It was domestic seeing them. You could see the light in Hotch’s eyes, the ease that you’ve never seen him have around the office. The familiarity between them that only happens when you’ve shared the same bed for years. 

“Kid, what have I told you about keeping information like this away from me?” Derek playfully shoved Spencer. “That’s why we have phones for.” 

Spencer looked at the two of you, “She was,” he confirmed. “She came in after you all left, and then they left together. It seems like he was dropped off by Haley this morning as well.” 

You made a noise, eyes still not moving from the couple. Eventually the three of you moved on, walking down the streets. You were still in your head. If they were back together, you needed to back off. That was the right thing you needed to do. You were not going to be a homewrecker. 

“You alright, mama?” Derek nudged your shoulder, as you both watched Spencer look at the vintage books in front of him. Scanning for something that he hasn’t read yet. 

You shrugged, “Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“Maybe it isn’t what it looks like.” 

Again, you shrugged. “Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. But I do know that it’s definitely not my business.” 

Derek watched you with a knowing look, watched how you unknowingly closed yourself in. 

He may have not known you for long but it was practically written on your face. The devastation on your face, no matter how much you tried to hide it. 

the first year - five months, three weeks in (november)

There was nothing more holiday-inducing than being in Pittsburgh for a case, finishing said case and then finding out your plane is grounded until the next morning due to the snowstorm, and not being able to drive because of the ice. 

You all gathered to the nearest pub by the hotel, tired and weary from the cold. Hotch and Rossi taking care of everyone’s orders, as you all sat by the biggest table that was offered. 

Glancing around there were less people than you thought for this time of the night. Your eyes landed on a man hunched over the counter, nursing a beer and briefly glancing at the tv. Catching your eye, he raised his glass to you and you raked your eyes down his body. 

He stared at you, waiting for you to finish checking him out, to do the same. Winking at him, he saluted his glass to you again before turning back to the game on the tv. 

The moment Rossi and Hotch came back, the conversations lit up between the team. Noticing the space next to you, Hotch beelined to the spot, handing you the drink in his hand. Thanking him, you tried to subtly move yourself so you weren’t touching him. 

“You did well tonight,” Hotch murmured, striking up a conversation with you. He felt hesitant to talk to you, which was unusual. There was a gap between the two of you, and he didn’t know what happened between his birthday and now that made you lean away from him. You were still you, you still teased him but there was a certain hesitation to it. A touch less personal, more akin to professional teasing. 

You gave him a brief smile and thanked him. “It was mostly Pen, I’m just the guns.” 

“You’re more than that,” Hotch urged, wanting to continue to talk to you.  

Again, you gave him a brief smile but didn’t continue the conversation, and instead flitted in and out of other conversations. Hotch frowned as he looked at his drink, he momentarily looked at you then your hand which was fiddling with the glass. 

Leaning over, you popped another wedge in your mouth, you flickered your eyes back to the man who’s been trying to discreetly stare at you since you got in (and trying to ignore Hotch’s body pushed against yours). He was older than you, that much was obvious and bigger as well. Salt and pepper dusted his beard and hair gracefully.

 “You should go for it,” JJ encouraged, her voice low. “He’s cute.” 

Hotch hearing JJ, looked towards where your eyes were focusing. Across the bar, he saw a man who was probably the same age as he was, carrying the same amount of stress on his face and body. He could see him briefly glance at you, the appreciation in his eyes even all the way from here.

Something dreadful landed on his chest. As discreetly as he could, Hotch glanced between you and the man. It seems like everyone else disappeared except the two of you, and Hotch helplessly had to watch this from the outside. 

“We’re off the clock, aren’t we?” You inquired, eyes not leaving the man. Derek and Emily followed your gaze, grinning at each other. 

“Alright, kiddo!” Derek gave you a wink. 

“Technically, we are,” Rossi smirked, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. 

“We so are,” JJ replied, drinking another glass of beer. 

Nodding and without another word, you finished the last of your drink and stood up. If you felt Hotch’s hand briefly ghost yours, you didn’t think much of it. 

“Where’s (Y/L/N) going?” Hotch asked as his eyes never strayed from your figure. 

“I think (Y/L/N) is about to go get some,” Derek replied helpfully, noticing the way that Hotch’s hand clenched around his drink. “It’s about time.” 

“Do you always stare at women or am I just lucky?” You spoke as you sauntered up to the bar. Leaning forward, you turned to the man and flashed him a smile. 

“I wouldn’t say I was staring.” 

Flagging down the bartender, you asked for another drink. “You’ve had your eyes on me since we’ve walked into the bar.” 

“Are you even old enough to be in a bar, princess?” 

Smiling at him, “Want to see my ID?” You turned towards the man, “I’m going to be very frank with you, I have,” looking at your watch, “probably the whole night and a bit of the morning until I leave Pittsburgh.” 

“That’s a short amount of time, sweetheart.”

You leaned closer to him, “Sweet calling me already and you haven’t even bought me a drink,” you teased. “Men these days.” 

“You’re asking me to leave with you and you haven’t bought me a drink,” he noted. 

“And you haven’t even asked me for my name,” you pouted, sipping on your drink. 

Turning his whole body to you, he leaned in, a small, playful smile on his face. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” 

You spoke your name, smirking as you watched his eyes drift down to your lips. “And yours?” 

“Robby.” 

“Nice name to be calling out tonight,” you laughed as you watched him choke on his beer. His eyes wide at your audacity. “Or moan, whatever you prefer,” you shrugged nonchalantly. 

Gathering his thoughts, Robby eyed you appreciatively, “You’re something, you know that?” 

“Look at her go,” JJ said fondly. They all watched you as you flirtatiously moved closer to the unknown man, your hand masterfully drifting down to the man’s thigh. 

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen her in action,” Derek whistled. 

“She almost has you beat, Morgan,” Emily remarked. Watching as the man leaned, whispering something in your ear causing you to drift your hand higher. 

“So my house,” Robby started, inching closer to you. “Has a very nice fridge that contains some of the finest Chinese takeaway leftovers.” 

Dragging your hand up his thigh and once you got close to his hip started circling your fingers, “And your bed? Is it nice?” 

“I’m trying to be polite here, princess,” Robby chuckled. “Want to sweet talk you for a bit before we do anything.” 

“Robby,” pulling what appeared to be scrubs, you yanked him closer to you.“You can sweet talk me after you fuck me tonight.” 

“You have a foul mouth for such a pretty girl,” Robby commented, his thigh now between your legs. 

Grazing your hands from the bottom of his scrubs to the front of his pants, where a bulge was now forming. “Well it seems like you enjoy it.” 

Finishing his beer, Robby leaned forward, his chest pressed against yours. Squeezing your hips with his hand, he whispered into your ear, “Say goodbye to your friends, baby.” 

“Do you guys still need me?” You didn’t wait for their answer as you started putting your jacket on. Your face flushed, not looking at any of them. 

“No, go ahead, bella,” Rossi give you a knowing look, refusing to acknowledge Hotch’s annoyed glare. “We’ll see you in the hotel at 8am.” 

“Great,” without another word, you walked back to Robby, his hand automatically moving to your lower back. Guiding you out of the door and into his car. 

Hotch spent the night nursing his second drink, the final drink that he’d have for that night. He occasionally glanced at the door that you left through, a small part of him hoping that you’d come back. Snow still in your hair, a flush on your face from the cold. But you didn’t. 

Checking his phone under the table, he was expecting a message from you, something he’s become accustomed to. But there was nothing. No little message. No meme - as you call them, or even whatever you were thinking at that time. 

“So, Hotch,” Spencer started, his words a little looser due to the drinks Emily kept passing him. “Are you and Haley back together?” 

Whatever separate conversation the team was having completely stopped. They all turned to him, questions on their faces. 

“Reid. You know,” sweeping his gaze across the table, “and as everyone else does that Haley and I are currently in the middle of a divorce.” 

“Really?” Spencer tilted his head. “Because (Y/N), Derek and I saw the two of you in a restaurant kissing.” 

Hotch snapped his head to Spencer, the latter man unaware of the bombshell that he just dropped. You saw what happened between him and Haley. The brief moment of lapsed judgement from the two of them? 

“And I saw that the two of you leave together the night before, and her dropping you back to the BAU the next day.” 

“That wasn’t what it looked like,” Hotch said tersely. “I would appreciate it if my private life wasn’t discussed between all of you.” 

Not in the spirit to be around company anymore and he hasn’t been since you left with the unnamed man, Hotch excused himself to walk back to the hotel. 

“Holy shit,” you panted, falling on top of Robby. Sitting back up, you winced as you slowly removed yourself from him. “Fuck, maybe I should move to Pittsburgh.” 

Earning a chuckle from the man below you, you flipped yourself over to his side. “I’d love that, I can just keep you in here,” placing another tender kiss to your lips, you couldn’t help but make it deeper by wrapping your arms around his neck. 

Kissing Robby was nice, very nice. He obviously knew what he was doing and he was giving - something that you enjoyed. Deepening the kiss, you slithered your tongue into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

“I need a moment, princess,” Robby flushed, his face turned away in embarrassment. 

Turning his head so he was looking at you, “That’s kinda hot.” 

“You’re weird,” he chuckled as his head dipped to your neck. 

“You like it,” pecking his lips again. 

“How long do we have?” He asked as he rolled off the bed. Standing up, you saw him walk to what you assume was his bathroom, as he walked out with a towel in hand. 

Looking over at the clock on his bedside table, “Another eight hours, I think.” 

“Great,” he spoke as he finished cleaning you up. “I can go for one more round and then I can take you to my favourite pierogi place.” 

“Only one?” You arched a brow. “Old man.” 

Throwing the towel into the hamper, Robby moved up the bed, caging you in his arms. “Thought you liked that.” 

It was after ten pm that Hotch had enough of looking at the paperwork when he heard the telltale sign of your keycard ding. He walked to the door, wanting to at least talk to you when he heard your giggles. Opening the door, he was greeted with seeing you pressed up against the door, the man from the bar deeply kissing you. 

He couldn’t help but stare at the two of you for a moment, trying to gather everything that he could see. You weren’t in your usual attire, instead clothed in a pair of well-worn sweats, a sweatshirt and a hoodie that didn’t belong to you. 

Hotch didn’t stop there, he looked at how the man’s hand was on your waist, drifting every so often to the curve of your ass, your leg in between his and if he squinted, he could see you grind against the man’s thigh. Your hands wrapped around the man’s neck, pulling against the small hair there.

A low groan from the man broke Hotch out of his reverie and having had enough of seeing you and the man practically dry hump in front of your door, and refusing to acknowledge the pit in his stomach, he cleared his throat. 

“Hotch,” you greeted, a bit startled. “Why are you still up?” You pulled away from Robby, the man's hand resting on your hip. Your face flushed and lips swollen. 

“I was just finishing up some paperwork,” his hand still on the doorknob. “Are you guys turning in for the night?” 

“No,” you shook your head. “Oh shit, you guys haven’t met. Robby, this is Hotch, my boss. Hotch, this is Robby, he’s a doctor.” You gestured between the two men, and Robby reached around to shake Hotch’s hand. 

If Hotch shook Robby’s hand a little bit too hard, well that was between him and God. 

“We’re actually just grabbing my stuff, then we’re gonna have some dinner,” you gestured to the man behind you, and Hotch really tried to not notice how dishevelled the man looked, or the bite marks he could clearly see. 

“It’s late,” was all Hotch stated. 

You furrowed your brows, “Well, then we’re grabbing some late dinner. Don’t worry, I’ll be back before the jet leaves,” you winked at him. “I’ll even bring some doughnuts.” 

“Otherwise, I can just drive her back up to DC,” Robby piped up, his hand rubbing the small of your back. 

Hotch knew what you were saying. You were staying with Robby for the whole night. And a little bit of the morning. He’d probably be dropping you off at the jet. Without another word, and wanting to finish this excruciating interaction, he nodded. 

“Night, Hotch, I’ll see you in the morning,” with a final smile, you tugged Robby into your room. 

“How was your night?” Emily asked, a saccharine smile on her face as you walked onto the jet. “We didn’t see you back in the hotel.” 

“What I do in my private time is no concern of yours, Emily Prentiss,” you pointed a finger at her. 

“Well, well, look at what the cat dragged in,” Derek whistled as he saw clothes on you, that was definitely too big and definitely not yours. “Nice clothes, mama.” 

“Shut up, Derek,” you pinched him as you walked by. 

Stopping you, Derek peeked curiously at the bag in your hand, “What’s that?” 

“Pierogi and doughnuts,” you jostled the bag, removing it from his reach as Derek tried to get at it. “I would have given you all some, but I only have a few, sorry.” 

“Have a good night?” Hotch asked, his eyes never leaving the papers in front of him. 

Feeling the slight tension, you lowered your things slowly. “Uh, yeah?” 

“Those aren’t your clothes,” he stated simply, eyes flicking once to your body. “I thought you grabbed your bag last night.” 

“Nothing I brought felt comfortable,” you explained, uncomfortable in the detached way he was interacting with you. Sitting down slowly, you winced as your ass touched the chair, you glanced at Hotch who noticed your discomfort. Raising a brow, you shook your head. “I think I pulled a muscle.” 

“A muscle,” he commented under his breath. Making a contemplative noise as your phone buzzed on top of the table. His eyes flicked to it. 

“You good?” 

This time he paused his scratching and looked at you. “Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“You’re being so clinical,” you gestured. “You’ve never been like that.” Not getting an answer, you shrugged and looked at your phone, causing you to smile softly. 

michael ‘raw’ robinavitch  

If you’re ever in Pittsburgh, let me know. I’d actually like to show you around. 

you 

i mean you showed me a killer pierogi place last night and your house. definitely enjoyed your house and your bed 

michael ‘raw’ robinavitch  

Yeah, I enjoyed you in my bed too, sweetheart. 

“We’re taking off soon,” Hotch piped up, and you nodded, not taking your eyes off your phone. “You need to put that away.”

you 

flying now. i’ll text you when i land <3

michael ‘raw’ robinavitch  

Safe flight. 

Locking your phone, you made a show of it being turned off to Hotch. Pulling your book from your bag, you pointedly ignored Hotch for the rest of the flight. 

In the meantime, Hotch occasionally looked at you. He took notice of the red marks around your wrist, the bite marks and hickeys littering your neck. And not that he would admit it, but if he sniffed the air a little bit harder, he could tell that the body wash you had on you wasn’t yours. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Hotch this tense before,” Spencer muttered to JJ, and they both looked at the man. 

“I think it has something to do with a certain someone last night,” JJ replied back, and she nodded towards you. 

Spencer gazed at you. “Do you think he’s jealous?” 

JJ shrugged, “Hard to tell, but fifty bucks say he is.”

After the debrief in the conference room, you heard Hotch call out your name. The team glanced at you, curiosity in their eyes. You turned to Hotch who was still compiling his papers together. 

“I need to talk to you in my office,” Hotch nodded.

“Ooo, someone’s in trouble,” at Emily’s taunting tone, you accidentally swiped her shin with the toe of your boot. “Ow!” 

Walking side by side with Hotch, you walked in first, turning around as you saw him close his door. 

“(Y/N), about what you saw,” he started and when he saw your confused face, he elaborated. “With Haley, when you were with Spencer and Morgan.” 

“Hotch, no offence but that’s really not my problem,” you interrupted, as you started to run your eyes across the back of his office. “What you do with your wife isn’t really my business.” 

“She’s,” he shook his head. “She’s my ex-wife,” 

“Again, Hotch. Not my business,” you reiterated. “That’s your business.” 

“Haley and I have been together for a very long time, we just,” he looked away from you, trying to find the right words. 

“Fell back into something familiar? Hotch, I get it,” you understood. You truly did. “Like I get it, get it.” 

“But we’re done,” Hotch’s words had a finality in them, like he was believing them for the first time. “I’m sorry that you had to see that and that you were dragged into this.” 

You shrugged, “It’s fine.” 

“We’re not getting back together.” 

“Okay.” 

“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” 

That stopped whatever you were about to say. You looked at Hotch, your brain not catching up what you wanted to say. “Why don’t you want me to get the wrong idea?” 

Hotch swallowed, “I just want to be clear about everything.” 

Opening your mouth, you were interrupted by your phone buzzing loudly. Hotch’s eyes flicked to it and his jaw clenched. “It’s fine, Hotch, like I said, we’re fine.” Without another word, you gave him a smile and left his office.

the first year - five months, four weeks in (november)

“Excuse me,” Penelope cleared her throat as she looked down at you. Her arms crossed against her chest. “You hooked up with a doctor and you didn’t tell me?” 

“Pen!” You glanced around the bullpen, everyone too busy in their own work to notice. 

“I’m practising celibacy right now, I need to vicariously live through people,” she bent down and grabbed your arm. “Tell me everything. And I mean everything.” 

You laughed and stood up from your desk, entangling your arms together, you walked to the kitchen. “He’s nice. Sweet, actually.” 

“And according to JJ and Emily totally smoking,” Penelope winked. 

“He is,” you agreed immediately. “Good in bed too.” 

“Tell me,” Penelope grasped to your arm. Your laugh caught in your throat as Hotch came into view from behind. 

“Pen, this isn’t really work appropriate,” you coughed into your hand.

She waved her hand around, “We talk about dead bodies, it’s about time we talk about something nicer. Are you going to see him again?”

You made a noncommittal noise, “I mean, maybe? He has a few days off apparently, and he’s coming up here.” 

“That good?” Penelope’s eyes widened.  

You smirked, filling your mug with coffee. “He’s nice,” you repeated. 

“Oh, so he is good,” Penelope gasped. 

the first year - six months, three weeks in (december)

You frowned at your phone, cussing under your breath as you typed out your response. “Fuckin snow.” 

“You okay?” 

“Holy fucking shit, Aaron,” you jumped in your seat, looking at said man who had an unnatural grin on his face. You looked around noticing no one was in the office except the two of you. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

“Language.” 

“Language,” you mocked him. Spinning in your chair, you looked at him, noticing the ease of his body, the softness in his eyes. “Getting intel are we?”

“I’m just curious as to why you’re still in the office,” at his statement you looked around and you only saw a couple of agents milling around, everyone in your team gone for the day. 

“You’re still in the office,” you remarked and you saw a small tired smile on his face. 

“I usually am,” Hotch answered. “Why are you still here? You should go home.” 

“Tired of me already?” 

He shook his head, “Never.”

You sat there for a beat just staring at Hotch, there was something soft around him. He looked at you in a way that you’ve never seen. Before you could answer, the soft buzz of your phone made you tear your eyes away from him. 

Groaning softly at the message, you blew out a loud puff of air and placed it back on the table. 

“You okay?” 

“I’m just waiting for someone but there’s a jam on the streets cause of the snow,” tapping your fingers on the table, you wondered if it was better to just go home and meet him there. 

“Robby?” Hotch asked and the pit in his stomach that’s been there since November made itself known. “I didn’t realise that you were still seeing him.” 

“We’re seeing each other,” you said carefully. “And it’s nice.” 

“Nice,” Hotch repeated and you arched your brow. Coughing into his hand as he realised he said it out loud, “Is he treating you well?” 

You smiled softly, “Yeah, he’s kind and good.” 

“That’s good,” he repeated again, and you couldn’t help the small chuckle that came out of you. “We’re good though as well, right? I just feel like we’ve been off.” 

You took another moment to answer, “We are, Hotch,” you replied truthfully. “Think I just had a bit of a weird patch a couple weeks back but I promise we’re okay,” you nudged your foot with his, and by the look on his face, he seemed to hesitate to believe you. “We’re fine, Hotchner,” holding out your pinky finger, you urged him to do the same. “I promise.” 

“I’m happy he’s treating you well,” Hotch muttered between still lips. 

“And if he wasn’t?” 

“I have a lot of leeway as Unit Chief,” he smiled. 

You laughed loudly, and the other agents looked at you, ducking your head a bit, you smiled teasingly at Hotch. “You’ve got jokes, Hotchner?” 

“An arsenal full of them,” he looked towards the window. “You should go before we get snowed in.” 

You looked outside, and then looked at your phone. 

michael ‘raw’ robinavitch

I want to say ten minutes out? It’s hard to tell, but I’ll be there soon, baby. 

Gathering your things, you felt Hotch’s eyes watch you. Once you got everything, you turned to him, gentle smile on your face. Leaning up on tip toes, one hand wrapped around him, you brushed your lips against his cheek. 

“Have a happy Christmas, Hotch.” 

Feeling his arm encircle one side of your waist and instinctively you stepped closer into his embrace. Fully hugging him now, it didn’t occur to you until now that it was probably his first Christmas alone since his separation. Letting him have this moment, you tried to separate this moment as a co-worker needing a shoulder for a moment and not anything else. 

For Hotch, he allowed himself to cherish the small affection that he hasn’t been permitted for the last couple of weeks. Tightening his grip on you, Hotch momentarily leaned and pressed his head against yours. Memorising the scent of your shampoo, the way that you felt around his body. 

He wanted to keep you there with him. Wanted to keep the conversation going but he didn’t know how to. Hotch wanted to know your plans but he didn’t think that could bear knowing what the two of you were planning. 

Pulling away, he looked down and all he wanted to do was press his forehead against yours. Feel your breath against his skin but instead he grinded his jaw and let you go. 

“Have a good Christmas, (Y/N).” 

the first year - seven months, two weeks in (january 2026)

“I can’t believe their divorce is finally finalised. Great way to ring in the New Year, I guess,” Morgan said as he handed the drink to you. “Now you can finally make your moves on him.” 

“Moves?!” You feigned as you gratefully took your drink. “I’m not you, Morgan.” 

“Oh, but you are, mamacita, but just a different type of font,” winking at you, you both cheered your glass. 

“Seriously, though,” Derek implored. “Anything?” 

“I’m with Robby,” you stated simply. 

“Sure,” Derek shrugged. “But don’t tell me that you wouldn’t drop everything if Hotch came through that door asking for your hand in marriage.” 

You sighed, “You make me sound like I’m using Robby, Derek.” 

“Sorry, kid,” Derek apologetically nudged your foot. “I didn’t mean it that way.” 

You tilted your head, “I guess. I mean, Robby isn’t a replacement for Hotch or anything but I won’t lie and say that seeing Hotch and Haley didn’t spur me to do something.”

Derek held his hands up, “I’m not blaming you, kid. That’s healthy and all that, instead of stewing in your own feelings.” 

“I like Robby,” you admitted. “I’m also pretty sure that we’re both on the same page that it’s not going to go anywhere serious. I mean I’m here and he’s there,” you took a deep breath, feeling a weird weight of relief off your shoulders. 

“I don’t want to push him,” you mumbled. “Don’t want a once-off thing with him. Kinda in it for the long haul, you know? Wanna wait until he’s ready.” 

Derek said nothing but he watched you intently. “But when he’s ready,” you fiddled with your drink. “Then I’ll be right there for him,” you nodded, finality in your tone.  

“Well, well, well,” Derek said as he leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. 

“What?” 

“Someone’s in love,” he teased. 

Rolling your eyes, you kicked his shin under the table, “Shut up, Morgan. As if you’re not in love with Garcia.” 

The man shrugged, “You didn’t deny it.” 

“I would be a big idiot if I didn’t fall in love with Hotch,” you reasoned out. 

“He’d be up for it, you know,” Derek voiced out, taking another sip of his beer. “Whenever you’re ready to make your moves on him.” 

“I don’t know, Derek, I mean what happens if I’m just reading into things? Like, that would be so embarrassing,” you scrunched your face at the thought of it actually happening. “And he just got divorced, I don’t want to be the young rebound before he settles down again. I think that may actually kill me.” 

Derek tutted and shook his head, “Listen, kid, you’re getting in your head again. You’re thinking of the worst possibilities for this situation. Think about it, do you think Hotch is the type to have a pretty young thing that he’ll just fuck and dump?” 

At his coarse words, you grimaced. “He’s still a man,” you deadpanned. 

“Hotch isn’t that kind of man, no way,” Derek shook his head again. “He’s been into you ever since he saw you walk in with Strauss, or maybe he’s been pining for Strauss this whole time,” Derek laughed. 

Bumping your shoulder with his, “You do know you’re going to have to make the first move, right? He’s openly fond of you but actually acting on his feelings?” Derek pursed his lips. 

“I’m gonna have to be patient, Derek. I don’t want to spook him.” 

“You’re the most impatient person I know.” 

“You’ve known me for seven months,” you rolled your eyes. “But I can be patient for him.” 

the first year - seven months, one week in (february 2026)

You and Hotch sat outside on the bench, overlooking the forest outside of Quantico. There was a slight chill to the air, but the sun was shining and you were content. There wasn’t a case yet, you were caught up with paperwork and the dish you made last night turned out well. 

“You good?” Passing a bit of your lunch to Hotch, the man took a bite, humming appreciatively. “How are you feeling?”

“I think that it’s been going on for so long that I don’t feel any different,” Hotch confessed. “Is that wrong for me to say?” 

“I don’t know,” you replied. “I’ve never been divorced, Hotch.” 

“Someone would be the biggest idiot to divorce you.” 

You turned to him and smiled, “That’s sweet, Hotchner. But I can be a handful.” You observed him, “Seriously, Aaron. You okay?” 

“To be honest, I’m fine,” taking another bite of your lunch. “I’m fine. I just never thought I’d get divorced but then again I never thought I’d be a Unit Chief.” 

Watching him take another bite, you couldn’t help but blurt out, “Would you do it again?” 

Hotch turned to you, his eyes soft, “Do what?” 

“Get married?” 

He took a while to answer, instead enjoying the winter sun dance across your face. It’s been a while since the two of you were like this, the small intimate moments that the two of you managed to fit in between the real world. He cherished these moments. 

“With the right person.”

“Right person?” 

“Haley and I, we, were high school sweethearts. I grew up thinking that the first person you fell in love with was the love of your life, the one that you married. Everything came so fast, my career as a lawyer, then the BAU, and then Haley’s career. I loved her,” Hotch choked out. “But I think along the way love wasn’t enough, and she loved me more than I could love her.”

You didn’t respond. You’ve never been in a position like Hotch had been in before. Placing your hand on top of his, all you could offer him was the comfort of your touch. 

“I loved Haley, but I don’t think she was the one, no,” he shook his head. “What about you? Do you ever want to get married?” Hotch kept his eyes on your hands, the slow circular movements relaxing him. 

Looking at his side profile, you catalogued the creases by his eyes, the small lines near his mouth, “Yeah, Hotch, I do.” 

“Got anyone in mind?” 

“Do you?” You nudged his shoulder. 

The two of you didn’t reply, the air was calm. He studied you in a quiet way, the way that he would look at all the evidence on a case before coming to the right conclusion. “I think when I do it again, I want -,” he looked at you, in a way that made you breathless. “I’m going to do it right, you know? I’ll fight for her. I don’t want her to think that I could love anything above her.” 

Coughing slightly, hoping whatever you were feeling wasn’t showing on your face. “Do you think she’s going to be the one?” You teased. 

Hotch stared at you, and without another beat, “Yes.” He turned back to your lunch, grabbing another bite, hoping that you didn’t see the heat creeping up his neck. “What about you? Do you have anyone in mind? Like Robby?” 

Chuckling, you shook your head, “I actually broke things off with him a few weeks back. I can’t do distance, even if it is just in a different state.” 

“If it wasn’t for distance, do you think he’d be a candidate?” He knew that he was prodding know, that’s why he kept his eyes from you, something that he hated to do. 

You thought about it, and hummed, “No,” you shook your head. “I only have one candidate in mind.” 

“Jeremy from the cafeteria?” Hotch proposed, smiling as he watched you giggle. 

“My one and only,” you spoke lovingly, a hand to your heart to affirm your words.  

Hotch looked at you, and in the winter sun, he thought you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “Thank you, sweetheart,” stroking your hand lightly, he allowed you to interlock your fingers together. 

the first year - eight months, two weeks in (february 2026)

Knocking on Hotch’s door, you looked at your phone again. Looking through the information, you waited for his confirmation and when you received it, you wasted no time striding in. 

“Hotch, I need you,” you announced, not bothering to close the door and instead beelining to him. 

“Well, hello to you too, bella,” Rossi grinned as he flickered his gaze between the two of you. 

“Dave,” you nodded and then turned to the man who was looking at you intently. “Look,” you passed over your phone to Hotch who took in and scrolled through the details Seeley sent. You looked with him, bits of information jumping out. 

Too engrossed re-reading through all the details, you didn’t notice Rossi’s eyes studying the two of you. The way it clocked to him how at ease Hotch was with you, how said man moved back so his shoulder was touching your chest. The fact that your hand wasn’t on the back of his chair, but his shoulder instead - giving him the gentle assurance of your touch. He raised his brows as the two of you exchanged knowing glances before Hotch locked and passed you the phone back. 

“We need to head to DC,” Hotch stated, finally looking at Rossi. “Agent Booth and his team needs us.” You leaned back, your hand trailing down his back as he stood up. “We’ll drive out in five.” 

Rossi nodded, knowing that now wasn’t the right time to bring up whatever was going on between the two of you. Nodding his farewells, he walked back to the bullpen. 

“You okay?” Hotch asked as he started gathering up his bag. “I know Agent Booth means a lot to you.” 

“He’s like a brother to me,” you bit your lip and took a deep breath. “He’s looked after me since he’s met me. I know this is killing him and I don’t know how else to help him other than this.” 

“We’ll help him,.” Hotch said firmly, his tone booking no room for any other answer. “We’ll get Dr Brennan and Dr Hodgins back. I promise.” 

“I thought you didn’t make promises when it comes to cases,” you said lightly, trying to take your mind off just how dire this situation is. 

“It’s different for you,” Hotch replied softly, his hand itching to comfort your current tense one. 

“Hey,” Hotch called out softly, he pulled on the sleeve of your blouse. “You okay?” 

“You’ve been asking me that a lot, Hotch,” you sighed. 

“It’s taking a toll on you,” he replied softly, tugging your sleeve again, “come here for a second,” you stood in front of him, wondering what he needed. Hotch moved his hand from your sleeve and gently wrapped his hands around your body. “It’s okay,” he whispered as you instinctively melted into his body. 

Placing one of his hands on the back of your neck, he rubbed softly at the base, “We’ll find them, okay? We have some of the most brilliant minds here, we’ll find them.” Pulling you even closer, he felt your arms around his hips. “It’s okay, honey.” 

“Hotch,” Booth called out. “Wait up!” 

When Hotch turned around, Booth held out his hand, “Thanks. I don’t know if we would have been able to do this without you.” 

“You have a very capable team, I’m sure that you would have figured it out as well,” Hotch replied. 

“You still came though, I didn’t even have to ask.” 

“It wasn’t me,” Hotch spoke. He turned to where you were standing, still conversing with Temperance, he nodded to you. “She asked.” 

“She asked and you came,” Booth finished. Booth looked at Hotch, who was still staring at you, a fondness on his face that he knew all too well. “Look after her.” 

“What a shitty valentine’s day,” you threw your bag on the couch as soon as you stepped into Hotch’s office. 

“It could be worse,” Hotch followed you. Closing the door, he walked over to his small table. Pouring your glass and then his, he sat down next to you. Loosening his tie, he leaned back, allowing you to be more comfortable. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Aaron,” you clinked your glass to his. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, (Y/N).” 

the first year - ten months, two weeks in (april 2026)

“Can you believe that I’ve almost been here a year?” Passing your paperwork to Aaron, you began to start on another one. The unknown joys of working as an agent. 

“2nd of June,” Hotch added. “That’s when you first started.” 

“You remembered?” You briefly glanced at him. 

“That was the day I learned what a cruffin was, so yes.”

“What a momentous occasion for you,” you teased, passing another piece of paper. “Seriously though, it feels like I’ve been here since forever.”

“I feel the same way.” 

Arching your brow, you relaxed back into your seat, “Oh, really? And why’s that?” 

Hotch glanced at you and shrugged, “It just seems like you’ve always been here. It’s hard to think of what the team was like before you.” 

“Oh, I am so your favourite.” 

Nudging your shoulders with his, “It’s actually Reid.” 

“And here I was going to say that you were my favourite, but I guess that isn’t reciprocated,” you dramatically moved your chair away from him. “Here I am helping you with paperwork but I don’t see Reid doing that.”

“You barged in here and wanted to spend time together,” Hotch reasoned out, pulling your chair back to its original position. 

“Yeah, and I don’t see your so-called favourite coming in here to spend quality time with you.” 

“Maybe that’s why he’s my favourite.”

“Fine,” you fumed. Standing up, you gathered your one pen and made your way to the door. 

“Where are you going?” 

“I’m going to spend time with someone that actually wants to be with me,” 

“(Y/N), I’m kidding,” you almost felt bad that you were pulling his chain. “Please come back.” 

You turned around, arms crossed against your chest, “That was mean, Hotch.” 

“I’m sorry,” he apologised, everything else forgotten except the woman standing in front of him who appeared furious with him. “That’s why I don’t make jokes.” 

“It’s your tone, Hotchner,” you rolled your eyes. Sitting back down, pointedly moving your body from his, something that made Hotch feel uneasy. 

“You know though right?” 

“What?” You hummed, focusing (and failing) on the paper in front of you. 

“That you’re my favourite.” 

Turning your head, you looked at Hotch who looked earnestly at you. Nudging his foot with yours, you pushed your chair closer to his. “Yeah, Hotch, I know.” 

the first year - eleven months, three weeks in (april 2026)

It was humiliating. Here you were laying on the ground, eye thumping in pain. It was almost cartoonish, you running around the corner chasing the unsub then getting hit by a 2x4 by said unsub. 

“Motherfucker,” you groaned in pain. Clutching your eye, you tried to get up. “Of-fucking-course,” you swore as you felt the telltale run of a bloody nose. 

“(Y/L/N), you alright?” Emily asked, coming around the corner. 

“Yeah, Morgan’s after him,” you gestured west where Derek and the unsub ran off too. 

“(Y/N)?” You could hear Hotch ask through the earpiece. “You okay?” 

“She got hit by the unsub, nosebleed and I can see a bump forming. Possible concussion,” Emily answered for you, assessing you as she talked to Hotch. 

“I’m fine,” you gritted out. 

“She’s not,” Emily supplied. 

“(Y/L/N), stay there,” Hotch commanded. 

“No,” shoving Emily’s helpful hand off, you began to jog to Derek. “Morgan’s alone, and I’m not leaving him there.”

“(Y/N), I’m serious,” Hotch bit out. “I’m about two minutes away, just stay there. Prentiss will go.” 

But it was too late and you were too stubborn, knowing that Derek was in trouble. Running as best you could, you caught up to where Derek’s already apprehended the unsub. 

“You good?” You nodded to Derek. 

“Yeah, kid, don’t think you are though,” pointing towards your nose. 

You could hear the rest of the team starting to arrive, Hotch in the front, JJ, Rossi and Emily in tow. 

“What were you thinking?” Hotch snapped as you came into view, gun lowering and heading straight to you. “I told you to stay.” 

“Morgan-,” 

“Morgan had it handled,” Hotch bit out, his eyes running across your body. “An order is an order, (Y/L/N).”

“You didn’t know that,” you snapped back. Moving too quickly, you winced as you held your head. 

Whatever Hotch wanted to say or snap at you died in his mouth as he quickly strided over to you. His hands gently running over the wound, thumb running under your nose to get rid of the blood. 

“Are you okay?” He whispered, annoyance and any anger gone from him. 

“Head hurts,” you complained. 

“Come on, let’s go to the medics,” wrapping his arms around your waist, Hotch guided you. 

“She should be fine, no need for an overnight stay,” the medic stated as she finished looking you over. “No signs of subdural hematoma,” the medic turned to Hotch who was hovering behind her, looking at you with concerned eyes. “But it’s best that someone stays with her. Any signs, bring her in. I’d also recommend that when you go home that you go to your usual doctor, just to make sure everything is okay.” 

“I’ll look after her,” Hotch replied with a definitive tone. Like there was no room for anyone else to look after you. 

“You’ve got a good one,” the medic winked at you. “It’s rare that those come by.” 

“He’s not,” you started but stopped as Hotch walked over to you. 

“Thank you,” Hotch looked at the medic thankfully, a rare smile appearing on his face. “Come on, sweetheart,” guiding you down, you pushed your weight to Hotch, who was all too happy to provide the support you needed. “We’ll go back to the hotel.” 

If the team saw the way Hotch’s hand stayed glued to your lower back as he escorted you to the car, none of them said anything. 

“In the bathroom,” Hotch directed as the two of you went into his hotel room. “I got JJ to grab all your belongings from your room already.” 

Walking to the bathroom, you squinted your eyes as he turned on the light. Whispering apologies, he dialed down the brightness. “I need to clean your wounds,” he murmured, looking at your head.

“I’m not a baby,” you moaned out, removing Hotch’s hand from your face. 

“You,” he started and you could see him clench his jaw. He made a fist and looked away from you, “Do you know how stubborn you are?” 

“I’ve been told that,” you responded cheekily. 

“I need to clean your wounds,” he repeated, this time more firm. He moved you to sit on the bathroom counter. Gathering the first aid kit that he always kept in his bag, Hotch stepped between your legs. 

“Just let me,” Hotch murmured. You looked up at him, the focus in his eyes, getting the dirt, grim and blood off your face. The gentle touch that you could feel on your forehead. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, and you knew that he could feel yours. 

“There,” he whispered, as he placed the final bandaid on your head. “All cleaned up.”

“You know, some people believe that kissing the wound will make it heal faster,” you supplied, as you gazed up at him. Your hands finding home on the lapels of his jacket. 

He grinned down at you, “Oh really?” Brushing your hair away from your face, Hotch couldn’t help but stare at you. The emotions in your eyes, the way you clung to him, the subconscious lean into his hands, Hotch wanted you to touch him forever. 

You hummed. Gently grasping your head in both of his hands, Hotch leaned down to flutter a kiss on your wound. Then another, then another, until he was peppering kisses down your cheek. He skimmed his hands to your side and you flinched as his lips touched your head a little harder than he would have wanted. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologised instantly, pulling away from you and looking at the wound. 

Tugging his lapels lightly, you pulled him to you, “Don’t you ever apologise for kissing me, Aaron Hotchner.” 

Laughing he tenderly kissed your forehead, then your cheek, his lips hovering your own, so close that the two of you felt each other’s breath. “You’ve got to sleep,” he whispered against your lips. Craning his neck, he placed another tender but long kiss to your forehead. “Come on, we’ll change you out of your clothes and take your meds.” 

Picking you up from the counter, he placed you down on the ground. Hands on your hips to steady you. “Did you need help getting changed?” He asked, his eyes suddenly not on you. 

You grinned, “Aaron Hotchner, I got hit in the head, a mild injury mind you.” 

“I’m just asking,” he replied, his tone close to a whine. “I’ll get your clothes,” he said but made no move to get them, instead standing in front of you, your back pressed against the counter. He pressed himself to you, his hands on your waist, as he gazed at your wound again. 

“It’s just a little bit of a knock on the head, Hotch,” you placed your chin on his chest, looking up at him. “I’m okay, I promise.” 

“Still,” Hotch stated. “I don’t like seeing you injured.” 

“Alright, you okay?” 

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, Hotch.” 

“Where are you going?” You demanded sleepily as you saw his figure walk away from you. 

“I need to finish these up, and then I’ll sleep on the couch,” he held up the papers and you frowned at him. 

“No, you’re sleeping here,” you replied stubbornly, you patted the spot next to you, and scowled at him until he sighed and came over. 

He laid on the bed next to you, back flushed to the headboard. Hotch opened up the case files, watching you from the corner of his eyes as you tried to get comfortable. Seeing your distress, he pushed the file aside and moved your upper body until you were laying on him. 

He looped his right arm from behind your back, hand splaying across your stomach. “Better?” He heard you hum in response, and the next thing you knew, you were out. 

Gently rubbing his thumb across your stomach, he watched from above as you turned, hands burying under his shirt, hands curling against his chest hair, your face burrowed into his stomach and your leg thrown across his. There was a content look to your face, your body melting into his as if you were one. 

the second year (june 2026)

“Happy Anniversary,” Hotch commented as you came into his office. “It’s officially been a year since you transferred to the BAU.” He nodded to the brown paper bag in front of where you usually sit. “I got you a cronut.” 

Normally you would have beamed at him, hugging him (as professionally as you could within the precinct) and thanked him. But there was tension between the two of you today. Well, more on your part than his. He didn’t know anything about the inner turmoil you had. It wasn’t bad tension, but it was tension that you felt in your stomach. Tension that seeps into your dream, and all you can think of when you wake up is how nice the weight of your boss on top of you would feel really nice. 

You’ve thought about this before, of course you had. You weren’t silent in your attraction and affection for Hotch but this was the first time that your subconscious did anything about it. 

“Are you alright?” Hotch asked, a concerned frown on his face when you didn’t move from where you were standing. Your eyes not even drifting to the bag. “You feeling okay?” 

You looked at him and you groaned. You hated the fact that you couldn’t hide anything from this man. It’s not because he was a good profiler, or anything, it was the fact you didn’t want to lie to him. That you had the urge to tell him the truth no matter what because you never want to keep anything away from him. 

“I had a sex dream about you,” you shyly confessed, your tone laced with something Hotch has never really heard from you. 

“What?” 

“Oh my god, Aaron!” You threw up your hands, “I had a sex dream about you, okay?” 

“Okay,” he responded dumbly. He looked at you then cleared his throat. “That’s nothing to be embarrassed about. We work together an awful lot, so it’s only natural that you find yourself in that kind of position.” 

Rolling your eyes, “I work with a lot of people, I have never had this problem.” You practically stay rooted in your spot. “This is so embarrassing,” you buried your face in your hands. “I sound so childish.” 

You could hear the creak in Hotch’s chair as he stood up and walked over to you. Running his hands down from your shoulders, you mumbled, “This doesn’t help you know.” 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You balked at his suggestion. “It may help,” he shrugged. Hotch was spouting bullshit, both of you knew it. When has talking about a sex dream, with said person who starred in it was ever a good idea? 

Hotch knew that you were smart. You knew what he implicitly wanted. “I promise I won’t make fun,” but the grin on his face told a different story. “Come on.” Pulling you to his couch, he sat on the table in front. “Tell me.” 

“Uh, it was a sex dream,” you started eloquently and he nodded. 

Coughing into his hand, Hotch asked, “Were we together in this?” 

“Considering you wanted to knock me up, I’d hope so,” you mumbled quietly, shifting in your seat. 

“Knock you up?”

“Are you going to repeat everything that I say? Cause if so, that isn’t helping.” 

“I’m just trying to make sense of everything.” 

Rolling your eyes again, you shuffled yourself further down. “I don’t know, the beginning’s hazy, but I remember you on top of me, there was kissing involved,-” 

“Of course,” at his interruption you glared at him, and all he could do was give you a reassuring smile. 

“As I was saying, there was kissing involved and touching, and you called me-,”  

Hotch watched your breathing become deeper, he looked at your fists which were clenched on top of your thighs. Hotch gritted his teeth as he saw that your thighs were clenched. “Called you what?” 

You turned to him and what he saw on your face made him almost gasp. Your eyes were almost black in this light, your lips flushed and swollen from you biting them. You were ravishing. 

“Good girl,” you replied hoarsely. “Specifically, your good girl.”  

Hotch has never been happier until now that he had the self-restraint of a monk. All he wanted to do was kiss you silly on his couch, the team downstairs and professionality be damned. 

“My good girl,” it wasn’t a question, it was a statement as he looked at you. And the moment those words left his mouth, it was like you were a sleeper agent as your eyes trained on him. “And how did I, how did that make you feel?” 

You glared at him, “Is this fun for you? Is my embarrassment fun for you?” 

Touching your knees, Hotch leaned forward. “Not at all. I’m learning about you, and I want to help you out. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable around me.” 

Looking at his hands, his big hands on your knees, you bit your lip harder. “You could never make me feel uncomfortable.” 

“So it wasn’t uncomfortable for you?” 

Shaking your head, “The opposite,” you confessed thickly. “I liked that you called me that.” 

“Interesting,” Hotch hummed as he looked at you. This was completely different. Usually you would be the take-charge, hard-headed woman that he cared for. Brazen, loud and unabashed but sitting here in front of him was completely different. This was a different side to you. Something he wanted to explore. “So let me get this straight; we were together, I was trying to knock you up and I was calling you my good girl.” 

“That’s basically the gist of it,” you murmured, face flushing at the words being repeated back to you. 

“That sounds normal.” 

You stared blankly at him, “When has that ever been normal? When has having a sex dream about your boss, trying to breed me and calling me a good girl be normal?” 

At the word ‘breed’, you could feel Hotch squeeze your knees. “Don’t tell me you’re getting turned on right now,” you scoffed. 

“I am not,” he denied, having the audacity to have a perplexed look on his face. 

“Then there’s something wrong with you,” you rolled your eyes.

“Excuse me?” 

“There’s something wrong with you,” you repeated, this time slower. “What kind of man wouldn’t be turned on with me saying that.” 

And there she is, he thought. The fire in your words, the self-confidence that he wished he could possess. 

“You’re unbelievable,” Hotch shook his head, fondness in his smile at you. “Do you want me to get turned on?” 

That question took you aback, pouting, you thought it over. “Yes.” 

“I don't think this is work appropriate,” despite his words, Hotch slid closer to you, one of your knees slotting between his legs. 

“You’re the one who wanted me to talk about my sex dream,” you responded, leaning in as well. 

Too lost in each other, you didn’t hear the knock on his door, or JJ walking in. “Am I interrupting something?” JJ looked at the two of you, one of her brows arching. Her eyes went straight to Hotch’s hands still on your knees, the man slowly removing them from your body. 

The two of you cleared your throat, and Hotch answered. “No, what do you need, JJ?” 

“We have a case, we’re setting up the room now,” with one last knowing look she left his office. 

Turning back to him, you glared playfully, “This stays between us, Hotchner.” 

Squeezing your knees, Hotch drifted his hands up your thighs to your hands before pulling you up with him. “Of course, can’t let my good girl down.” 

Hitting him on his chest, you groaned as you began to walk out of his office. 

the second year -  one month in (july 2026)

It was like Hotch’s left hand was now stitched to your lower back. Like the only place that it can ever belong was on your body. Ever since you confessed your sordid dream about him, it was like he was a new man. 

The confession allowed the two of you to be more comfortable with each other. Maybe Hotch was right in the way that it helped the connection between the two of you. He was more open with his touches (when it was just the two of you), open with his compliments and praise in front of the team. 

It started with a small touch. Hotch was just passing by and he placed his hand on your waist as he moved behind you, a whispered excuse falling from his lips as he moved behind. You flinched at first, thinking it was a random man, until you smelt the familiar cologne. Leaning back, you basked in the small but intimate moment. 

Your reaction gave him the courage to be more forward. Well, as forward as Hotch could be. When no one was watching, his touch on your back was longer. More intimate. He never just had his hand on your back. It was a small movement of his thumb, grounding you. Moving his whole hand across the span of your lower back, or from your shoulder and then looping around your hips. 

You didn’t think any of it. In fact, you were probably worse. You liked to touch him on his back and then run your hand up and down, until it landed on his waist, or his belt. You needed to be near him; your arms and thighs touching when you sat next to each other, your fingers twiddling with the fabric that you could reach. 

It didn’t go unnoticed by the team; Derek and Penelope never missing a moment to tease you, JJ and Emily exchanging knowing glances, and Spencer not mentioning anything after you both threw stern glances his way the first time he noted it publicly. 

And Rossi? Well, Rossi was Rossi about the whole thing. Watching the two of you keenly, refusing to say anything except a nod and a small grin thrown at the two of you. 

It was another case, Missouri this time and the team was barely hanging on a thread. Hotch specifically as he kept butting heads with the Sheriff. Another tense exchange between the two left Hotch practically huffing as he exited the small room. 

Knocking on the door that you saw Hotch walk in, he snapped at the door, “What?” 

Raising your hands up in the air as you walked in, Hotch’s once irritated face softened into something that was only reserved for you. “You okay?” 

“Their own personal biases and bigotry are affecting this case, are affecting the victims,” Hotch bit out, his hands clenching by his sides. “They’re believing what they’re being fed by the news they see and won’t look at the actual evidence.” 

Walking closer to him, you allowed him to vent about the past couple of days. “They’re affecting the case and if they won’t get over it, I don’t know how we can help them. They’re going to frame someone because that’s what they believe.” 

Without a thought, Hotch sat down on one of the tables, a hand pinched across the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know what else to do.” 

“That’s new,” you stated. “You not knowing what to do,” walking up to him, you stood between his legs, his hands automatically going to your hips despite his annoyed look at you. 

“It’s frustrating,” he confided in you, head falling to your shoulder. You rubbed the sides of his neck. 

“You’re Aaron Hotchner,” you started. “You don’t take no for an answer, especially when it comes to a case.” Leaning closer you pressed your body flushed to his. “You’re going to walk back in there and tell him who’s boss, because you are. You’re going to take charge of this, disregarding whatever he says along the way because you know what’s right.” 

“You’re a good man, Hotch, that’s why this is frustrating for you, because you care about everyone, regardless of who they are.” 

Rubbing your hips, he pulled you closer, his head burrowing into your neck. You leaned your head against him, dotting kisses along his cheek and neck, your hands easing the tension from his shoulders. 

Pressing a kiss to your neck, Hotch pulled back staring up at you. “Thank you,” he said sincerely. “Don’t know how I can do this without you.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully, “You’ve been doing this for almost two decades, Hotch, I’m sure you could have managed.” 

“Maybe, but I don’t want to do this without you,” he confessed. 

“You won’t. I’m here for you, forever.” Kissing his cheek and pulling his belt, you pulled him back to his feet, “Now, come on, cowboy, you got a Sheriff to put in place.” 

The two of you walked back to the conference room, the smug sheriff smiling conceitedly making you already clench your jaw. The team watched the two of you walk in, poised and ready to have Hotch’s back as he stood in front of the Sheriff. 

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Hotch commanded, feeling renewed with you behind him. “We are going to look at the facts, stick to the facts, and not let our personal opinions colour this case,” with those words he threw a very pointed look to the local police department. “We don’t have any reason to think the person is a suspect, apart from how they carry themselves. We’re going through the case again, we’re going to look at this from a very detached perspective.” 

“How’re you goin’ about that, hotshot?” The Sheriff looped his thumbs over his belt loops. “This is my department, you can’t do nothin’. We got a suspect. We’re chargin’ that thing.” 

“Last I saw, this was a federal case,” Hotch stated, not biting the low hanging fruit. 

The Sheriff laughed and looked at his cronies, “That’s the thing with you city folk, you don’t get how these small towns work. We run this town. We know our people. We know who don’t belong.” 

“Just because they’re different to you doesn’t mean that they don’t belong,” Hotch informed. “Though I don’t think you’d understand that, considering your world view is quite small, being stuck here and all.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean boy?” The Sheriff narrowed his eyes and stepped forward, his hand moving towards the butt of his gun. 

Hotch straightened up, “I’m saying that you’re not educated. In the matters of the real world. You’ve been stuck here since you were born, and will still be here until you die. Everything you have ever known has been within the town's limit. You don’t care for people that break the status quo.” 

You could see his actions before the Sheriff actioned them, swiftly moving to Hotch’s front, you glared at the sheriff, venom in your eyes, “Do not.” The sight was probably laughable, you practically growling at a man a good foot taller than you. 

“What’re you goin’ to about it, princess?” The man leered, craning his neck down and you grimaced at the nickname. 

“Watch your mouth,” Hotch snapped, his patience with the department out of the window. 

“I will gut you,” you gritted out. “But before I do that, I’ll break every single fucking bone in your body if you dare to lay a hand on him, do you understand me?” 

“That’s cute, girlie, but this is a man’s fight,” before he could touch you, you grabbed his arm, spinning his dense body and pinning him to the floor, breaking some of his fingers in the process. 

“You can hit me if you want, but touch any of them or him, I swear you’ll be begging for me to kill you,” you threatened against his ear, too low for anyone to hear you. Unaware of the scrapes of chairs from the local police quickly standing up and the team blocking them. 

Gripping his fingers in your hand, you twisted, the knee on his back digging harder, “What you’re going to do is listen to what Aaron is going to say, agree with whatever he says, and we solve this case. Otherwise, when my team flies home, I’ll stay, and I promise I’ll make you pay. Got it?” The man whimpered in pain and you tightened your grip when you didn’t see or hear confirmation. “Got it?” This time he nodded.  

Letting him go, you stood up back to Hotch’s side who watched you with fascination and fear. You watched as the Sheriff cradled his hands and nodded to Hotch. Everyone dispersed from the room, afraid to say anything more in the charged atmosphere. 

Derek whistled as he looked at you, “Damn, mama. Who knew?” He shook his head and grinned, pointing at you, he said, “You are going to show me how you did that.” 

You rolled your eyes and moved closer to Hotch. “Sorry,” you said sheepishly. “Am I in trouble?” 

“With what, bella?” Rossi asked, an amused smile on his face. “I didn’t see anything,” winking at you, “If you don’t buy that girl a drink, Hotch,” Rossi commented before he left the two of you. 

“I’ll fill out the paperwork when we get home,” you nodded. “And I’ll tell Strauss that I was the one who broke his fingers. You think I’ll get suspension with pay?” 

“Hotch?” He was still looking at you, this time the fear was gone from his eyes. 

“I didn’t know that you could do that,” was all he said. 

“Years of being in the military will teach you things,” you shrugged. “Seriously, you think I’ll get suspension with pay?” 

“You didn’t have to do that,” and you rolled your eyes. 

“He was going to hit you,” you raised your brows at him. “I’m not letting anyone hit you.” 

“Honey, you could have gotten hurt,” this time Hotch moved forward, hands already reaching for yours. Looking at the small red blemishes, he rubbed his thumb over them. 

“I’ve taken bigger targets down, Hotch.” 

“Thank you,” kissing your knuckles, you couldn’t help but graze your knuckles against his cheek. 

Kissing him on the cheek quickly, you ran your hands down his shirt, landing on his belt. “Seriously, suspension with pay? Gonna visit me when I get grounded?” 

Hotch laughed and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, “You won’t get in trouble. I won’t say anything and I doubt the team will.” 

Turning around, you feigned a gasp, “You’re breaking the rules? Since when does Aaron Hotchner break the rules?” 

Pinching your waist, he gave you a grin, “You just bring it out of me I guess.” 

the second year - two months, one week in (august 2026)

The soft crooning of Laufey wrapped around your ears as you focused on the form in front of you. You made a face as you realised you didn’t know what the fuck Section 2.15, paragraph 13-14 from the second volume of blah, blah, blah was. 

The soft tap on your shoulder briefly distracting you from the allure of paperwork, you took out one earbud. “Hotch? Everything okay?”

“It’s seven pm.” 

You glanced at the clock on your desk and inwardly groaned, “Fuck, I didn’t realise it was that late.” 

“This can wait,” he tapped on the piece of paper, frowning as he saw your answers. “This isn’t correct.” 

“I’m gonna kill myself,” you groaned, your head falling back dramatically. “I thought I had this down pat.” 

“They changed it a couple of years back,” Hotch explained. “The Unit Chief’s had to review all of the forms to make sure it fits the current legislation.” 

“You made this?” You narrowed your eyes at the man in front of you, any other time you would appreciated the way this colour suited him, but not right now. Not when he was the reason for the bane of your existence. “Hotch.”

“I can help, if you want.” 

“That’s cheating,” you grumbled. “I hate this, but I’m not cheating.” 

“It’s not cheating if I show you the right books to look at,” Hotch explained. “Come on,” gathering your things up for you, Hotch waited until you stood up before going into his office. 

“And why are we going to your office?”

“I’ve noticed that you focus better in here than downstairs,” Hotch opened his door, and placed your items on the table in front of the couch. “I’ve ordered us some food.” 

“Why are you being nice to me?” 

“Am I not always nice to you?” Hotch inquired, as he took off his jacket, placing it on the back of his chair. He rolled up his sleeves, a sight that made your mouth water. 

“You are,” you appeased. Placing down your items, you made yourself comfortable on his couch. “But never outwardly like this.” 

“The team isn’t here.” 

You made a noise in acknowledgement, “Gotcha. Gotta keep your reputation intact. Can’t let people know that you’re soft for me.” All you got was a small smile in return. “Can I play some music?” 

“As long as it isn’t your Slipknot, then yes.” 

You stuck out your tongue at him. “You’re such a stick in the mud, Hotch. Who doesn’t love the soft crooning of Corey Taylor?” 

“It’s barbaric.” 

“How is metal barbaric? You could even argue that it’s the fundamental way to express human emotion.” 

“By screaming?” 

“Yes.” 

“Who’s this?” 

“Laufey,” you responded, closing your eyes at the first sound of her voice. “She’s dope.” 

“Dope.” Opening your eyes, you saw just how close he was now. 

“Never say dope again,” you jested as you hit him softly with your foot. 

“I like her,” Hotch commented, softly nodding along to the melody. “She is dope.” 

Making a disgruntled noise, you nudged him again, “Aaron Hotchner. That was icky.” 

“Icky?” Sitting down next to you, it was him this time that didn’t allow any space between the two of you, polite space completely forgotten. “Am I icky?” 

“When you say dope you are,” you laid your legs on top of his thighs, Hotch’s hands instantly landing on top of your shins. You watched as he rubbed your leg gently, thanking God that you made the decision to wear a skirt today. 

There was a turn in the air, as you looked at Hotch under the light of his lamps. You were in complete violation of every rule that was written about superior and subordinate relationships but you really didn’t care. “But most of the time, you aren’t.” 

Hotch hummed and it was different, it was lower, more intent in it. “And what am I most of the time?” You saw his hands move further up, his body leaning towards you. 

Glancing down, you could feel your heartbeat thumping beneath your chest. “I think you know,” you gulped as you finally felt the heat of his hand on your inner thigh. “You’re the best profiler in the world, I think you know.” It was instinctive for you to lean in, for your eyes to drop down from his gaze to his lips which was just begging to be kissed. 

Hotch followed you, leaning forward, his hand now inside your skirt, engulfing your thigh, fingertips feeling the warmth radiating from your centre. He clenched his jaw as he saw you bite your lip, “Honey.” 

“Honey? Don’t think that’s my name.” 

“It is to me,” taking his hand out of your skirt, he chuckled as he heard you whine. Grabbing one of your thighs, he pulled you, making you sit on his lap. “Fuck,” he groaned as you sat down, squeezing your thighs against his hips. 

Leaning forward you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands drifting to your waist. A soft sigh left our lips as you could feel him harden underneath you. Testing the waters, you moved your hips slightly, earning a small groan from the man underneath. Drifting your hands down the plains of his chest, you eventually landed on placing your hands on his stomach. Grasping his belt in your hands, you pulled once, untucking a piece of his shirt. 

Pulling you closer to his body, Hotch ran his hands down your back, until he landed on your ass. Squeezing and moving you along his length, both of you let out a groan. He could feel just how warm you were, and he knew that if he pulled your skirt up he could see how soaked you were. 

“Hotch,” you whimpered, hands clenching his belt. You could feel the heat in your stomach, and you clenched your thighs tighter, grounding yourself down to his cock. “Please.” 

“Please what?” Dragging you against him, his gaze focused on your glossy lips. It looked so plump and juicy and all he wanted to do was bite it. “Be my good girl and tell me.” 

At those words your hips jolted, hands clenching at his belt. Before your lips could touch a buzz from Hotch’s phone broke whatever reverie the two of you were in. You didn’t pull back quickly, instead allowing yourself to categorise every feature of his face. 

“I think that’s our food,” Hotch groaned, his hands still on your ass. He allowed himself to squeeze once, feeling the shape underneath his hands. He watched your face above his, your pupils dilated and your mouth parted open. 

Another buzz and this time your eyes followed the sound, “We better get that. I don’t want to keep them waiting, it’s rude.” 

He cleared his throat and reluctantly removed his hand from you, “You’re right. I’ll be back soon.” 

With that, you detached yourself from him and if you felt him graze your ass for a bit, well that was between you and the silence. “Hotch,” you stopped him, “might want to, sort that out first,” you gestured to his crotch which now had a damp spot, not to mention his erection. “Unless you want to greet the delivery man like that.” 

Looking down, a flush appeared on his face as he saw just how he liked what you were doing. “Oh.” 

“I can get the food,” you teased, leaning down to grab your phone. 

“Take my card,” he pulled out his wallet and handed it to you. 

Moving forward, you leaned in and kissed his cheek. “What a gentleman.” 

the second year - three months, two weeks in (september 2026)

“You dry humped your boss?” 

“Jesus, Haley,” you scolded your best friend over the phone. “Thanks,” you nodded to the barista who handed you your coffee. 

“And why am I only hearing about this now?” 

“Because I’ve been busy,” and truly you have. Every case you finished, there was another one to jet off to. “It’s not something I can just drop on you.” 

You could hear her squeal over the phone, “And? Did it go any further?” 

You shook your head, “No. It was that and then we had some food, and helped me with paperwork.”

“Boring,” Haley scoffed. “Is it awkward between the two of you?” 

“No, not really,” you said, opening the door to the building. “It’s been the same. I mean we haven’t been in the same situation but he hasn’t treated me differently. In fact it’s the same.”

“And are you sure he isn’t just using you?” Haley inquired. “Cause if so, I’ll string him up by his balls.” 

“I’m sure, Hales,” you affirmed. “He’s a good guy, the best that I’ve known. Aaron would never treat me like that.” 

Looking at the bullpen, you could see Hotch from the top of the stairs. He nodded towards you and then went into his office. “I just got to work, Hales. I’ll have to call you back.” 

“Okay, babes, have fun looking at dead bodies and humping your man.” 

Knocking on his door, you could hear Hotch’s voice from the other side. “We have a case?” 

He nodded, signing something and then looking at you. “Garcia’s putting the case together. Conference room in twenty.” 

“Cool,” you replied. Closing the door and walking over to him, you handed him a brown bag. 

“What’s this?” 

“Food,” placing another cup of coffee down on his desk, “and coffee. You need to eat. I know that you probably didn’t have anything apart from a single piece of toast this morning.” 

“Thank you,” taking a sip of his coffee, he groaned quietly, something your ears picked up on. You watched as he took a bigger sip, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “You okay?” You looked at Hotch who now had a small smirk on his face, knowing exactly that he’s got you entranced. 

“My birthday’s next month,” you commented. Running your hands across his desk. “I’d like for you to come to my party.” 

“Is it on your birthday?” 

“Since it’s going to a Tuesday, no,” you shook your head and sat down in front of him. “It’s going to be on the Friday after my birthday.” 

Hotch swore under his breath, “I’m sorry, I can’t.” 

“Oh, that’s cool,” you breathed out, a little disappointed in his answer. “Better plans?” 

“We have a meeting for all the departments in the FBI, all Unit Chiefs are expected to attend,” he replied sullenly. “(Y/N), I would prefer to go to your party and be with you, but I think I may actually get reprimanded if I don’t go.” 

“Hotch,” you interrupted. “It’s fine,” and truly you were okay with it. You knew that him being a Unit Chief added extra obligations to the average agent. “But I expect a present, mister!” 

“I’ve already picked it out,” Hotch replied, a knowing smile on his face. 

“Is it continuing to hump me on your couch, cause I didn’t get off last time.”

“Work hours,” Hotch gently scolded. A small flush appearing on his face. “And you already know what it is, you’ve been snooping.” 

You pouted and smiled at him. “Got it. Hump talk after work,” you winked. 

“Agent.”

“SSA Hotchner.” 

In the brief moment that the two allowed yourselves to be just you. Hotch allowed himself to be just Aaron for a small couple of minutes. Eyes softening, he dragged you by your trouser pocket, his hand drifting down to your thigh. 

“You know that it isn’t something I usually do, right?” 

“Humping on the couch? Well, I hope not,” you responded. “I don’t usually do well with jealousy.” 

“I’m serious, (Y/N),” playing with your hands, Hotch looked up at you. “This means something to me.” 

“I know,” with one hand you grasped his hair lightly, another hand on the apple of his cheek. “This means everything to me.” 

Pulling you down, you landed on his thigh. Placing his hands on your ass, he slowly guided you across the length of his muscle. Heat pooled in your tummy, your hand automatically going down to his stomach. 

“We can’t,” you moaned out bitterly. You closed your eyes and in that moment you really hated having a good work ethic. Well as good as it can get with humping your boss twice in his office.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Hotch instantly stopped his movements. His hands falling from your ass. 

“Hotch, no,” you interrupted him as you could feel him close up. Taking his face in your hands, you made him look at you. “I want you and as much as I want to ride you into oblivion right here, we have about ten minutes before Garcia comes in here.” 

“You’re right,” Hotch conceded, a laugh bubbling out of his chest. “You just do something to me.” 

“Same here,” placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, you regretfully removed yourself from his thigh. “I’ll see you in the conference room, Agent Hotchner.” 

the second year - four months, one week in (october 2026)

“Garcia,” Hotch scolded as Penelope fumbled with her phone. “I usually don’t mind you being on your phone since we’re not on a case, but we have to finish these forms before the end of day. What are you even looking at?” 

“It’s Instagram, sir,” gingerly she passed her phone, silently praying that the page she left on was innocent.

“Is this (Y/N)’s account?” Flipping her own phone to her, Penelope nodded as she saw your face grinning from the small device. Flickering his eyes from Garcia’s phone to her monitor, Hotch frowned, “Was that Prentiss taking a shot off a waitress?”

Penelope cringed and delicately closed the forgotten browser on her computer. “Uh, if I say yes will she get in trouble?” 

“Not unless she did it during work hours.” 

She let out a sigh of relief, “Good thing it was definitely after work hours.” 

“Have you heard of it, sir?” At Hotch’s quick glare, “Just asking.” 

“(Y/N) showed me it. She showed me her favourite cafe one time, but I’m not on it.” 

Garcia let out a silent breath of relief, “Oh yeah, she’s so active on there. Kids these days and all that.” She watched curiously as Hotch looked through a couple of your photos, a small fond smile appearing on his face as he traced the photo with his eyes, something that she definitely will not tell Derek about later. 

“It’s a good way to keep in touch with people,” Penelope informed. “And if you’re like (Y/N), it’s a different way to use a diary.” 

“What do you do?”

Penelope frowned, “On Insta? Everything, sir. You can post photos and videos, see them as well, as long as everyone’s following each other.” 

“Is it hard to use?” 

She shook her head, “Not really. You kind of just take photos and upload them, if you like. Unless, you’re like (Y/N) again, and you curate it.” Taking her phone back, “You know, I think she would really enjoy it if you joined.” 

Back in the safety of his office, Hotch opened up his phone, and tapping the very unused App Store, he downloadedInstagram. Letting out a sigh, he put in his details and scrolling through the very few photos he had on his phone, he decided that the first picture of himself was good enough to be his display photo. Remembering your username from Garcia’s fumble, he placed it into the search bar and there you were. 

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s_riley YTB.

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ilprivyn give me back my boyfriend???

lilprivyn get your own seba_doss he's ours now lilprivyn what the??? lilprivyn you guys hated him like a couple of months ago jfc a.hotchner You guys hated me? kon_igs We thought that you were leading maus on. n1kt0_00 мы собирались тебя убить comment liked by s_riley, kong_igs and seba_doss seba_doss but now we realise you're great! don't know why you're with (y/n), you could do so much better ;) lilprivyn bro stop hitting on my boyfriend lilprivyn aaron, i swear, if you don't come home in the next hour i am banning you from sex lilprivyn on a serious note, why do all of you need to gather multiple times a week??? seba_doss logisitcs and optics lilprivyn stop watching succession

johnnythelad Very good discussions today, lads.

kg_garrick Very productive indeed. lilprivyn you're all freaks but let me in on the secret 🙏🏼 s_riley No. comment liked by price_john lilprivyn 🧍🏻‍♀️ lilprivyn i'll get it out of aaron, don't you worry johnnythelad Nah, lass, don't think ya can. lilprivyn i have my ~ways~ seba_doss ew seba_doss gross lilprivyn pls shut your bitch ass up

lilprivyn and YTB??? what is this 2013????

lilprivyn #chavs lilprivyn you can take the boys adidas but you can't take the adidas out of the boys 😔

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lilprivyn a little bit of this a little bit of that

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song waiting - the cave

sjbooth What could the context be possibly be for the sixth photo?

lilprivyn foreplay sjbooth I'm telling pops lilprivyn i'm telling pops 🤓 lilprivyn get a life nerd comment liked by drtemperancebrennan and camille_saroyan

yourgirlgarcia I LOVE THE TWO OF YOU SO MUCH!!!

lilprivyn and WE love you!!! comment liked by a.hotchner

derek_morgan Rare Hotch smile spotted.

spence_reid To be fair, it hasn't been that rare since he and (Y/N) made it official.

s_riley Do you actually ever go to work?

lilprivyn excuse me yes lilprivyn i just happen to know how to have a life outside of work s_riley 👍🏼 lilprivyn don't thumbs me up, riley s_riley 👍🏼 s_riley Stop calling me lilprivyn stop leaving thumbs up s_riley 👍🏼

lilprivyn also pls appreciate my man in his quarter zip (🤤) and puffer jacket. meeeeoooowww

prentiss.here Do we have to? lilprivyn yes comment liked by a.hotchner a.hotchner You and my quarter-zips. lilprivyn you're hot baby, but quarter-zip hotch??? woooo ahhhh hottie alert. like i'd bear your children if you keep wearing them comment liked by a.hotchner prentiss.here And that's enough internet for the day.

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a.hotchner To the cabin.

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lilprivyn ty crime for stopping so my baby and i can actually have some time off

sjbooth Let's normalise putting pants on.

lilprivyn let's normalise scrolling, old man drtemperancebrennan LOL. sjbooth Bones never say 'lol' again. lilprivyn let her do whatever she wants, seeley comment liked by drtemperancebrennan drtemperancebrennan Thanks for that (Y/N), I would have done so regardless but I appreciate your support. lilprivyn got your back girl

yourgirlgarcia I expect photos, missy!!!! And you to, boss man!!!1

lilprivyn i already have a dedicated album to show you, pen <3 yourgirlgarcia Love you, star girl!!!!!

derek_morgan 'To the cabin'. Sounds like the description a killer would use in their journal.

lilprivyn why so mean :,( derek_morgan I'm just saying! It's so dry. lilprivyn what do you want to the caption to say oh mighty one??? derek_morgan Anything but that. lilprivyn 'On our way to our cabin in Massachusetts so I can have sex with my hot girlfriend for two weeks straight without the neighbours calling the cops.' lilprivyn is that better? sjbooth Dear God, no derek_morgan The caption is fine, Hotch. comment liked by a.hotchner

lilprivyn call us the dua lipa of the bau because we keep holidaying (within reason and mostly because we have tons of annual leave booked up)

david_s_rossi Who is Dua Lipa? lilprivyn #oldman

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lilprivyn just got back from holiday. tan everywhere. sand everywhere. aaron everywhere.

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song making breakfast - samia

prentiss.here Didn't need that last part but I'm happy that the two of you had a good time.

derek_morgan Don't think we needed to see Hotch shirtless either. lilprivyn look it was this or another one but i'm pretty sure instagram would have flagged it lmaoo prentiss.here Dear God. Is this your way of soft launching your pornos? lilprivyn🫦🫦🫦 lilprivyn i have nothing appropriate to say lilprivyn but like we would do so well lilprivyn top 0.1% on OF baby lilprivyn aaron has ~moves~

jj.jareau Are we just glossing over what the third photo says?

prentiss.here I think I just blacked it out. derek_morgan Same here. david_s_rossi Once again terrible day to have eyes. spence_reid Daddy kinks are quite common though and with (Y/N)'s attraction for people in power, it's not that surprising. lilprivyn spence, again, what have i told you about psychoanalysing me??? spence_reid To not to? lilprivyn it was a joke btw lilprivyn aaron doesn't like to be called that lilprivyn but he does like to be called sir a.hotchner HONEY. a.hotchner Only by you though. lilprivyn ;) 🔥

sjbooth For the record, I don't like any of these photos

lilprivyn for the record, i don't really care lmaooo lilprivyn don't you like have to pine for someone somewhere??? comment liked by angietheartist and jackhodgins

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a.hotchner I missed our cats.

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song absolute beginners - david bowie

lilprivn can confirm, aaron was looking at his folder through out the whole holiday

a.hotchner You were also doing the same thing. lilprivyn i know 😔 lilprivyn we can never take a holiday without them ever again lilprivyn when we have our honeymoon we're taking our babies with us >,< comment liked by a.hotchner a.hotchner Don't worry, I've already figured out which airlines have the best reputation for transporting animals. lilprivyn raw 🫵🏼 comment liked by a.hotchner prentiss.here Good God, at this rate you'll be pregnant before the two of you get hitched. lilprivyn 🤞🏼 a.hotchner Honey? lilprivyn shhhh my baby

lilprivyn god i'm so lucky

a.hotchner You? Honey, I've hit the jackpot. You're smart, beautiful, caring, funny and everything and anything in between. lilprivyn love that you said smart first lilprivyn marry me. marry me right now aaron hotchner. lilprivyn like i'll propose on our bed rn lilprivyn and i promise i won't fall off this time jj.jareau This time? How many times have you proposed to him?

prentiss.here Is that a ring??????

lilprivyn it's a gum wrapper lol lilprivyn long story

david_s_rossi A lot of marriage talk here.

lilprivyn can you blame me for wanting to lock him down? comment liked by a.hotchner lilprivyn and can you blame him for wanting to lock ME down? comment liked by a.hotchner, derek_morgan, prentiss.here and s_riley derek_morgan Please, these two are practically married. I wouldn't be surprised if they actually got married already. lilprivyn lol imagine

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“Michael,” you panted, fingers tightening on his chest, you leaned your body reaching for something. 

“What’re you doing, baby?” Michael watched, as best as he could as he saw you grab your phone. 

“Memento,” you clenched, as you shakily opened up your camera. Focusing as best you could while swivelling your hips, you focused on his chest, your hand in the frame softly clutching his stomach. 

Grinning when he realised you were doing, you aimed your photo up, trying to capture the look on his face. Balancing yourself, you placed your other hand on his face, softly caressing his face, moaning lowly when he began kissing up your hand. Taking a couple of photos, you threw your phone somewhere on the bed and planted your hands on his chest. 

“You’re dirty,” he grinned as he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you down flush to his chest. Placing his feet on the mattress, he thrusted up earning a particularly loud moan out of you. “That’s it, baby.” 

Feeling your panting on his neck, Michael moved his lips until he could reach you. Messily placing his tongue in your mouth, he could feel the combination of your drool slowly slithering down his neck. 

He could feel you getting close, your walls clenching around his cock and your mouth falling from his, his name coming out in pants. Rolling your hips, you dragged your nails down Michael’s chest, squeezing until your felt release come. 

“Fuck, I love you,” Michael grunted into your ear. “Love you, love your fucking pussy, love my girl,” he choked out the praises as he finished in you. Wrapping you in his embrace tighter, you couldn’t help but whimper as you felt his cum flood inside your pussy. 

“You okay?” He gently moved the hair stuck to your face, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. 

“Can I see?” Michael kissed your cheek as you laid on his chest, the heat and sweat a bit uncomfortable but you both couldn’t bear to leave each other. 

Finding your phone, you accessed your photos, tapping on the first one. It was blurry, as you expected. You could barely make out that there was a person in the photo. Frowning, you swiped to the next photo which was better. 

“Look at that,” you said in appreciation, eyes roaming the photo, landing on the glisten of his chest and soft swell of his stomach. “Fuck, Michael, you’re beautiful.” 

You turned your phone to show the man below you, watching as a bashful flush creeped up to his cheeks. 

“Are you going to be pissed if I have this as my background?”

Ever since then Michael’s been quite a bit obsessed with the thought of taking photos of the two of you together. But he was always too enthralled with whatever you were doing that he forgets to pick up his phone and take a photo. 

The first one was an accident. 

It was an off day for Michael, you were both lazily laying on the couch. You turned to him, and you were a bit awestruck at just how handsome he was. Sure, he was just sitting on the couch, with his reading glasses on and wearing a t-shirt but you were sure that there wasn’t a man who was more handsome than Michael Robinavitch. 

Gazing downwards you bit your lip as you saw the grey sweats that he was wearing, and if you squinted your eyes right, you swear you could see a bulge. Fidgeting in your seat, you somehow managed to turn yourself on, sliding down to the ground, you placed yourself in front Michael. Placing your hands on his knees you slid your hands up until his waistband. 

Pawing at the band of his sweats, Michael looked down at you in amusement, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. “What are you doing?” 

“I’m bored,” you whined, as you began tugging down his pants. “And you look beautiful.” 

“Oh?” Michael leaned back, paper forgotten as he tossed it to the other side of the couch. You could see the cocky smirk on his face but beneath that the small red flush that your compliment brought on. 

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so handsome,” you nodded, tugging his waistband down. You watched as his cock came to view, half-hard but still always so impressive. Michael’s cock flopped to his left thigh as you continued to push his pants down. Peppering kisses from his knees to his inner thigh, you smirked as you saw his cock twitch and begin leaking. 

Placing one hand on one knee, you began leaving little bites, occasionally flicking your eyes to Michael whose chest was now heaving, his hands clenched on the cushions. Finally reaching your prize, you didn’t hesitate to start kissing the side of his cock with an open mouth, your tongue trailing the multiple veins. 

Kissing his tip, you looked back up at him. “So pretty,” tapping the head a few times on your tongue, you languidly licked him from base to tip. “Love you,” you muttered against his cock before parting your lips and taking him down your throat. Gagging as you pushed him down slowly, you felt his cock fully harden as you reached the back of your throat. 

Putting his hand on the back of your head, Michael watched as his length disappeared in your mouth, your nose brushing against his pubic hair before going back up, sucking in your cheeks when you hit his tip. Then repeating the actions, each time more hurried than the last. He felt his balls tighten and willed himself to just hold out a little bit longer. 

Wrapping his hands around your hair, Michael regretfully pulled you away from his cock, a sympathetic smile on his face as he heard your whine. “Beautiful,” Michael praised as he saw you; face flushed, teary eyes and a mixture of his precum and your saliva. Caressing your cheek, you automatically leaned into his touch, a soft and adoring look on your face. 

Feeling around for his phone, Michael shakily opened the camera. You moved slightly, trying to see what he was doing, “Stay still, baby,” Michael warned, pulling your hair a bit. “Look at me,” aiming the camera, you smiled as you grasped his cock. 

Showing off to the camera, you placed the head of his cock back on your tongue, a cheeky grin on your face as you heard the shutter. 

“Wait,” Michael rasped, his hands gently tugging on your hair. “Can you hold my cock against your face?” 

You chuckled fondly and followed his instructions. Placing his cock against the side of your face, you smiled dazedly at the camera. Taking multiple photos, Michael began to tremble as you tightened your grip and began stroking him. “Fuck,” he breathed out, “so beautiful.” 

“Show me how to print it out later,” Michael groaned as he felt you swallow around him. At his statement you couldn’t help chuckle around his cock. “Shit, you okay?” 

Pulling away from him, “You’re such an old man.” 

“Well this old man just has a photo of you with his cock on his phone,” Michael twisted his phone before throwing it somewhere on the couch. “Now come on, baby, come up, want to cum in your pussy.” 

You rolled your eyes but nonetheless stood up and placed yourself on his lap. “Such a romantic.” 

The second was more intentional. Michael felt insatiable that night, asking you if he could just use you, and of course you said yes. 

“Best girl,” Michael thrusted, “best fucking pussy,” this time he manhandled your legs so they were over his shoulders. Leaning over you, you groaned at the full weight on him on top of your body, “Fucking love you,” he panted against your ear, biting across your jaw until he placed an open mouth kiss to your lips. 

Wrapping your legs around him, you felt each and every thrust of his cock, your walls tightening with each movement. Slackjawed, all you could do was run your nails down his back, clenching when you heard Michael hiss above you. Nipping your lips, Michael moved down your neck before licking back up to your mouth. 

Moving his hand to feel around for his phone, Michael didn’t relent in his frantic thrust, his other hand reaching for his phone. Quickly opening it, he leaned back and you whined at the loss of his weight. Angling his phone down, he couldn’t help but wrap one hand around your neck, gently closing his grip.

“Stay,” and as he began taking photos, his hand drifted down, splaying it across your lower stomach. There was something about watching you through your phone that got Michael heated more than usual. Maybe it was the vulnerability, the trust that you give him. 

Leaning back, he felt you slip your legs down, wincing as it reached his thighs. “Stay still, sweetheart,” pulling back a bit, he aimed the photo again. This time his cock in frame, zooming in he couldn’t help but buck his hips, entranced in the way your pussy engulfed him. Tossing his phone by your side, Michael slammed back in, causing you to arch your back, your tits practically jumping in his face. 

He increased his pace, his forearms by your neck, mouth on yours. “Gonna cum baby,” he warned against your mouth. 

“Inside,” you pleaded, tightening your legs around him. “Please, Michael, fill me up.”

“You first,” reaching down, he balanced on one forearm, one hand reaching to your clit to rub tight little circles, and his mouth finding home on your neck. Feeling him bite down where your neck meets your shoulder, Michael groaned as he felt your walls flutter around his cock. Squeezing once, he felt you pulse your hips as his name came out as a silent scream. 

Cursing Michael chased his release, his hips losing any rhythm he had. Knowing that he was closed, you clenched as hard as you could, Michael bit down harder and with one last muffled grunt of your name, you felt him empty inside of you. 

Hissing as he removed himself, Michael reached to grab his phone. Aiming it down to your leaking cunt, he snapped a couple of photos. Separating your folds with his fingers, he bit his lip as he saw you clench and pushed out some of his cum. Tutting as he saw some of his release land on the bed, he gave your pussy one last gentle kiss and threw his phone somewhere on the bed. 

Laying on top of you, Michael lazily kissed up and down your neck, while you played with the hairs on the base of his neck. Letting out a contended sigh, you felt your heartbeat begin to settle. 

“Next time, film yourself cumming inside of me.” 

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A particularly loud bang outside of the bathroom brought Michael out of his trance. He looked down, cock in his hand and your photo in the other. Gritting his teeth, he knew that he couldn’t go out with this. Stroking faster, tightening his fist - trying to recreate your wet heat (but failing), Michael thought about you; the way you felt, the sounds that you made. Grunting your name, he threw his head back, his hand squeezing the base of his cock as he pointed his cum to the toilet. 

Panting he looked down at his hand and felt a bit of shame run through his veins. But as he looked at what was on his other hand, he could feel the warm thrum up his spine. “Fuck baby, look at what you’ve done to me.”

Leaving the bathroom, he looked at Dana and mouthed ‘taking my five’, and stepped outside into the ambulance bay. Tapping your contact, he placed his phone against his ear. 

“Michael? You okay babe?” 

“Just missed you,” he silently murmured, leaning against the wall. 

“Michael Robinavitch, it’s currently eleven am and you’re jerking off?” You laughed breathily, and he could hear the creak in your chair as you sat back. 

He chuckled, feeling hot underneath his scrubs, “I just miss you,” he enunciated. “How the hell did you even get to that conclusion?” 

“You get sentimental after you cum, Michael,” you paused and he could practically imagine you connecting the dots. “Did you look at the photos again?” 

“They’re very good photos,” he responded instantly and you hummed. 

“I think they’re a bit outdated, though, don’t you think?” You teased. 

The thrum was back, eagerness filling every crevice of his bones. “What do you have planned, princess?” 

Smiling, “I’m thinking that you have two straight days off, and we’ll have plenty of time to update those photos,” you stated coyly. “I have some ideas, if you’re up for it, Robinavitch.” 

Michael groaned which caused you to chuckle, “I have eight more hours, you can’t do this,” running a hand down his face, he could feel the telltale sign of his blood rushing to his cock. 

“You’re the one who messaged me after you jerked off,” you scoffed. “You started it.” 

He rolled his eyes, “Well, I’m sorry for missing the love of my life.” 

All he got was a soft cooing noise from you, and a, “Uh-huh, sure. Now go save lives, doc, and when you get home we can replace those very well loved photos with new ones.” 

Michael couldn’t help the grin appear on his face, “You’re dirty.” 

“And you love me,” you teased, then in a more serious manner, “And I love you.” 

“I love you,” Michael replied instantly. “I’ll see you when I get home.”