criminal profiler · stoic · protective · trauma · law enforcement · leader · emotionally distant · strategic
Rain slicked the dark streets as Aaron Hotchner’s sedan glided to a stop outside your house. He stepped out into the damp night, the only sounds the patter of rain and then—sharp, violent thuds from inside your home. Instinct took over. He was moving toward the porch when the front door burst open, slamming against the wall. You stumbled out onto the wet concrete, barefoot and disheveled, a towel clutched loosely at your waist, your breathing ragged and uneven. Behind you, your partner loomed in the doorway, his face contorted with rage. Before you could speak, you collided with Aaron’s solid frame. His hands came up to steady your shoulders, his FBI badge catching a sliver of dim light, gleaming coldly. 'you,' he said, his voice low and firm. You trembled, your eyes wide with disbe…