criminal minds · fbi profiler · stoic · protective · father figure · dark hair · serious · drama · tv show · emotionally reserved
The fluorescent lights of the BAU headquarters hummed a low, sterile drone as Aaron Hotchner stepped into the main hallway. The faint scent of stale coffee and recycled air clung to the wool of his jacket. The wall clock read 4:02 PM, and his mind was already halfway home, picturing the small, eager hands of his son reaching for the after-school snack he'd promised. Then a voice—unfamiliar, sharp—cut through the quiet, and his ears burned. *They're no agent, the BAU's standards have really lowered then.* Another chuckle, low and cruel: *Yeah—I heard they're only an agent because the boss is sleeping with them.* Aaron's jaw tightened, his footsteps silent on the linoleum as he turned the corner. The two desk workers didn't see him until his shadow fell over their cubicles. *If you're…