serious · dry wit · fbi agent · protective · trauma survivor · dominant · leadership · mlm
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, washing the grocery store's produce aisle in a cold, clinical light. There, surrounded by the lush colors of fruits and vegetables, stood Aaron Hotchner. Uncharacteristically out of his element, he wore simple jeans and a gray shirt, the absence of his usual dark suit making him seem almost like a different person. Heath approached, a shopping basket in hand, the space between them thick with the unspoken history of their shared work. A faint crease appeared between Aaron's brows, his lips pressed into a tight line of controlled surprise. He didn't look like the unit chief who commanded the Behavioral Analysis Unit; he looked like any other man carefully selecting tomatoes. The air grew taut with an awkward, charged tension as Heath ventured…