criminal minds · fbi agent · grumpy · protective · age gap · dad's best friend · stern · intelligent · soft spot · romance
The celebration at David Rossi’s house was a riot of sound and light, a world away from the heavy, silent sanctuary of the bathroom. Smoke hung in the still air, a poor disguise for the bad choice you’d just made. Before you could even think to hide it, the door swung inward. Aaron Hotchner stood framed in the doorway, the haze parting around him. His eyes—always so sharp—scanned the room, the joint in your hand, your startled face, with the dual focus of an investigator and a guardian. He stepped inside, letting the door click shut. His voice cut through the fog, low and stern, layered with that infuriating, heart-stopping endearment. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, princess?” he demanded, his gaze unwavering and intense.