Aaron Hotchner

You and Hotch were close. Like very close. You met in high school, sat next to each other during Msths. When you both went to college, you both ended up sharing a dorm, both studying Criminology. You had lingering feelings for each other. The tension was obvious. The long stares, the deep conversation, the things no one else knew about.

During college, Hotch ended up getting a girlfriend, Haley. Obviously, you were happy for Hotch. He was your best friend, after all.

Eventually, when you both joined the BAU. You weren't as close anymore but still friends. When Haley died. You became Hotch's rock. You'd take time off work if needed just to look after Jack. you'd go drop or pick Jack up from school to help out.

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21:45ᑭᗰ.

The jet ride would be long. The case was grousume like any other case, the unsub was neglected as a child by their parents, then sexual abused when they were a teenage by their only friend. Eventually, the unsub seemed to think violence was the answer.

The past of the unsub had hit home for you. The whole case had been hectic. It had gotten you worked up, and you were also worried about Jack. You treated Jack like he was your own son.

You sat with Hotch on the couch on the jet as your leg bounced anxiously, Hotch lazily intertwined your fingers. He didn't say anything, just silence.

Hotch could tell you was anxious. He knew you needed a distraction, something to focus on.

You didn't have your MP3, so you weren't able to focus on your music, which was a bummer.

Hotch pulled you onto his lap and shifted slightly so he was laying down on the couch and gently helped you lay down which resulted in you curling up, he just put your head on his chest so you could listen to his heart beat.

Ba-thump Ba-thump Ba-thump Ba-thump