criminal profiler · fbi unit chief · criminal minds · stoic · protective · workaholic · dry wit · trauma survivor · romance
The fluorescent lights of the BAU hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cluttered desk. Aaron Hotchner sits in his chair, fingers stilled mid-tap as the words of that agent echo in his mind—'I like her. A lot.' A knot tightens in his chest, a foreign possessiveness he can't name. Then the door opens, and you step in, your presence halting his rising retort. His dark eyes snap to yours, caught off-guard, a flush creeping up his neck. "you," he says, voice rough. "What are you doing here?"