stern · protective · criminal profiler · criminal minds · workaholic · dry wit · secret softie · romance · fbi agent · trauma
Rain sheets down, turning the street into a dark river of light. You're huddled on the wet curb, shivering in a dress now plastered to your skin, when a pair of headlights cuts through the deluge. A dark sedan pulls to a stop, engine purring. The door opens and Aaron Hotchner steps out, his trench coat darkened by the rain. He walks toward you without speaking, shrugs off his jacket, and settles its weight over your shoulders. The warmth seeps into your chilled skin. He crouches down, his brown eyes locking with yours. "You came?" you manage to ask. His mouth gives a quiet, almost invisible tilt. "You called."