"Good work, everyone." Hotch tells the team. You're on your way back from a case in Atlanta. When he walks by your seat on the jet, you let your hand hang over the armrest and brush his thigh. His head snaps around, you wink at him. You feel the muscles in his thigh twitch and smugly pull your hand away. Hotch narrows his eyes but keeps walking.
Emily seems to have noticed part of your interaction with Hotch and raises her eyebrow. You stare at her with an expressionless face until she shrugs her shoulders.
For the rest of the flight JJ, Emily, Spencer, and you play some cards. Of course, Spencer wins every round. You all silently agree to pretend that you don't notice him cheating.
Since its only noon, the team meets in the office to write reports together. Because you all pulled an all-nighter to arrest the unsub and get the statements, most of you disappear into a bathroom to freshen up. You change your shirt and reapply deodorant. You, furthermore, pull out a lipstick from your bag. It's the same exact crimson color you wore on your graduation picture. You packed it before you left for Atlanta, waiting for an opportunity to tease Hotch by wearing it.
When you sit down at the roundtable opposite of him, he inhales sharply.
He, however, is also teasing you. He took off his suit jacket, rolled is sleeves up and changed his tie for the one you got him.
"Nice tie, Hotch." Morgan comments.
Deadpan, Aaron replies: "Thanks, my girlfriend got it for me."
You choke on your coffee and Spencer lets out an explosive laugh. The others stare at him.
"No way!" Morgan exclaims.
Without batting him an eye, Hotch opens the file in front of him and starts to fill out the report. When you don't stop staring at him, Spencer kicks your leg, and you snap out of it. The corners of Hotch's mouth twitch.
Oh, he's going to get it tonight.
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It's tonight when Hotch opens his door for you. You basically lunge at him and press yourself against his body.
When he tries to kiss you, you turn your head and growl: "You don't deserve that after today."
"I didn't do anything." He says innocently.
"Really?" You push him backwards until he is trapped between you and the kitchen counter.
Roughly, you take off his belt. "Hands." You command.
He obliges with a small grin on his face and puts his wrists together in front of him. This little shit, you think to yourself – already clenching around nothing.
You don't think hands in front of him isn't enough, though. Turning him around, you pull his hands behind his back. You lace the belt through the belt loops on the back of his pants, then around his wrist. That way, his arms are pinned to his back.
You turn him back around.
Smirking, you tell him: "That's better."
Aaron's shirt is strained by his broad shoulders stretching back. His breathing already accelerated; and when you grab his crotch, he lets out a groan. You turn and walk to the bedroom, Hotch following you quietly.
In front of the bed, you turn back and eye him up and down. His pupils are wide, a boner evident in his pants. You turn on the small light on the nightstand to be able to see every detail of his face and body.
Hotch doesn't move, he just stands there and watches you intently. Stepping close to him, you stare up at him.
For a moment, you just stand there in silence; then you command: "Kneel."
He instantly obliges and falls to his knees.
"Such a good boy." You smile and Hotch whimpers.
You open the button of your dress pants and take off your blazer, throwing it in the direction of the dresser. With two fingers, you push down your pants and underwear until your pubic bone is exposed, then you tell Hotch: "Take them off."
He blinks at you, writhing in his restraint.
You tilt your head until he understands. He shuffles closer and raises his head as far as he can. With his teeth he manages to get a hold of your dress pants and panties. Bowing down, he pulls them below your knees.
"Good job." You praise him.
He lets out a groan and leans back up. You sit down at the edge of the bed and open your legs.
"May I?" He asks quietly, staring into your eyes.
"You may." You tell him smiling. Hotch scoots closer, until he can reach your core with his mouth.
His eyes only leave your face for a second to look at your cunt. Then he leans into you, burying his face between your thighs. The heat of his tongue makes you moan. He licks you up and down, finding your eyes again.
Hotch gently sucks on your clit, coaxing another moan out of you. Your hands fly to his head, and you grab his beautiful black hair, ruffling through it. He keeps lapping you up and down like he could do this all night. Alternating between sucking on your clit and licking you, pressing his tongue against your entrance, he makes you shiver in pleasure.
After minutes of this, your breathing is heavy, your fingers clawing into his scalp.
"Please." He mumbles. You raise your head to look at him. "Please, I want to touch you." Hotch pleads, almost begging.
It makes you smile: "Well, you're allowed to, but it looks like you can't right now."
He groans against your thigh. Hotch leans back down and keeps sucking at your core.
When you moan loudly again, you hear something rip. Your eyes shoot open, and you prop yourself up on your elbows. Aaron's hands are clenched into fists, and he fights his restraints. With another rip, the belt is off his pants. Having more space, he can wiggle his hands out of the belt.
"Holy shit." You breathe out.
His now free hands fly to your thighs. Hotch's fingers claw into them, and he kisses your inner thigh. His hands wander up until he can grab your hips. With a determined tug, he drags you towards him. Then Hotch pushes two fingers inside of you, making you shout obscenities.
He curls his fingers and starts to fuck you at a fast pace. "God, Aaron, yes." You moan appreciative. He sucks on your clit again, sending you into a frenzy. Your thighs press against his head and your walls spasm.
Your orgasm leaves you only wanting more.
You grab his arms and push him back until he stands up. "Take off your clothes." You order while getting completely naked yourself. He sighs relieved when his erect cock finally springs free.
Swiftly, you bring yourself close to him and kiss him deeply. You can taste yourself on his lips. Aaron hugs you and presses you against his chest.
"This turned me on so much." He whispers.
You nibble on his skin below his jaw: "I can tell."
With your left hand, you grab his hard dick and guide him back to the bed.
Giving you puppy eyes, he says: "Please fuck me, daddy."
Your eyes widen, feeling how you instantly get wetter: "Holy shit, Aaron."
He shyly smiles at you and lays down next to you: "Can I call you that?"
You kiss his cheek: "Fuck yes you can."
He takes a deep breath; you see how he debates with himself. Then he says with his dark voice: "Thank you, daddy."
Your mouth falls open, you push him into the mattress. You swing your leg over his hips and grab his cock beneath you.
You look into his eyes and tell him: "You're unbelievably hot." He groans and you sink down on him.
Keeping up the eye-contact, you start to move your hips. Your already sensitive pussy starts to tingle and immediately clenches around his cock. Hotch tries his best to keep his eyes open. His hands run up your sides and settle at your chest. He grabs your tits and holds them when you start to bounce up and down on him.
Hips stuttering, you feel yourself already climbing up to your next orgasm. You bow down to Aaron and find his lips. His hands fall down on your back, and he presses you onto him. All you need to do now is roll your hips. At this angle, his cock stimulates you perfectly.
You grab the sides of his head; your body tenses up so hard that tears fill your eyes. Coming a second time you sigh his name, mixed with some fuck.
Slowly, you sit up. He stares at you like you're one of the Seven Wonders of the World.
You lift yourself off him and lay on your back. With one hand you stroke his cock. When your pulse slowed down, you state: "Now you deserve to fuck me." You don't have to tell him twice. Quickly, he rolls to his stomach and crawls onto you.
You put your hands to his shoulders to hold him up. Putting your legs around him, you push him into you. His head falls back, and he lets out a moan so loud, you're worried the whole street may hear him. But then again, that would be kind of hot.
So, you tell him: "That's right, let them know how much you love to fuck me."
When his eyes open and he leans down to kiss you, you let go of his shoulders. Instead, you grab the back of his neck and hold him close to your face. Feverishly, his lips find yours and he kisses you.
While he plows into you, you jerk up your hips to push him deeper into you. You both groan at the sensation. The nerves at your pussy feel raw, but it feels way too good to stop now. Your pulse quickens again, and you start to breathe as fast as Hotch.
He feels you tighten around him again and asks: "Can you cum a third time?"
You nod: "Please, make me cum again."
That's the first time you said please to him during sex. He notices and groans against your lips. One of his hands grabs your waist, the other your neck. His weight partially on your neck, your eyes roll back. He lets go and endorphins rush through you.
Moaning, your open your eyes and grab his neck, he grabs yours again. You both choke each other, staring into the other's eyes. Aaron's thrusts become sloppy, and you let go of him. He presses his thumb into the side of your neck one last time and then lets go as well.
With another hard push into you, he cums. Your legs shake and your raw nerves make your eyes water. It's almost painful when you cum again. You cannot say or concentrate on anything. There is just you and the warmth spreading from your legs through your whole body.
The first thing you feel, is Aaron rubbing your cheek.
"Are you okay?" His voice is quite and a little concerned. You open your eyes and turn to him. You didn't even feel him pulling out of you. "Yeah, why?" You breathe out.
"You're crying." He keeps wiping away your tears.
"Oh." You let out a laugh. You grab the sheets and wipe them over your face. Being finally able to properly see again, you find his eyes and smile: "I'm fine. You just fucked me into another dimension."
Hotch's pupils are still wide and black. He lets out a chuckle: "Oh, wow."
You rub over your face again and sit up. Your whole body hurts and feels good at the same time.
"How are your wrists?" You ask him. He shows you; they have red stripes around them: "Better than my pants."
You laugh out loud. Carefully, you take his hands and run your fingers over his palm. Then you turn them and kiss around his wrists.
You feel his cum seep out of you: "I should go to the bathroom."
When you get up, Hotch follows you. "Shower?" He asks.
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"You look great with glasses." You tell Hotch when he shows you, as promised, a picture of him as prosecutor. "Why don't wear them anymore?"
"I got my eyes lasered." He grins when he sees you pout. "At least you still wear sunglasses." You say, smiling back.
While Hotch gathers the photos from the table, neatly putting them back in a box, you cannot take your eyes off him. Leaning back into the couch, you watch as he gets up and puts everything away. When he comes back to you, he notices you staring.
"What?" He asks with a mellow voice.
You shake your head but can't stop smiling: "I just like looking at you."
Hotch cheeks flush and he sits back down next to you.
You lean back on the sofa and tell him, just like during your first night together: "Come here." Aaron's eyes sparkle and he lays down, head in the crook of you neck. You can feel him breathing against your skin.
With one hand you start to play with his hair, with the other you draw circles on his back. The warmth and weight of him make you sleepy. You close your eyes and feel Aaron fall asleep on you, listening to your heartbeat.
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Early in the morning, you get woken up by the ringing of your phones. Groaning, Aarons lift his head, you follow suit.
In the dark, you stumble to your bag. "Yeah?" You yawn into your phone. "Good morning, my ray of sunshine." Garcia chirps from the other side of the line. "Hey, Penelope." You can barely keep your eyes open. "Sorry, to wake you, but we have a case."
"Thanks for calling. I'll be on my way soon." You hang up and sit down on the floor, trying to wake up.
You curse when Aaron turns on the lights in the kitchen. He comes over to you and offers you his hand, you let him pull you to your feet and curse again. It takes you some effort to walk properly, your core aches.
"God Aaron, I feel like I've been fucked really hard." You groan.
He kisses the side of your head: "Same." You let out a tired giggle and stumble to the kitchen. You turn on the water and let it run over your wrists to wake you up. You splash some of it in your face.
Taking a few deep breaths, you try to clear your head. "Alright, boss. Off we go." Aaron chuckles and follows you to the bedroom to get dressed.
You get in your car and call Spencer to let him know you'll be there soon. Hotch takes his and drives off the Quantico. Spencer gets in and states: "You look like you've been hit by a truck."
"Yeah, more or less." You tell him and drive to the nearest Starbucks. Spencer goes inside with you. You order coffee for everyone and get some croissants and what not for breakfast, assuming you will head straight to the airport after meeting the others at headquarters.
When you get there, the others look almost as bad as you. Hotch managed to make himself look put together, but his eyes tell a different story. The team gives you a quiet cheer when you hand everyone a coffee.
Penelope walks in and hands you the file: "You've been called in for an abduction. Eighteen-year-old Madison has been taken right from her parents' house while they were asleep."
"When was that?" Emily asks.
"The parents noticed three hours ago. There were signs of struggle, and their daughter was gone."
"So, we don't know when she was taken?" Morgan asks.
Penelope shakes her head: "No ransom demand either."
Hotch nods: "Wheels up in fifteen."
In two SUVs you race to the jet. At least it's a short flight to Norfolk. You go through the files of the girl, looking at her parents: "Her father is an Admiral. Why wasn't the NCIS called?"
"They were, they called us." JJ tells you.
"Huh." You furrow your eyebrows: "That's a first."
Emily goes over the statements of the parents: "How was there clearly a struggle and her parents still didn't hear anything? Especially with the father being Navy?"
No one can answer that.
Hotch orders, looking at you: "Take Prentiss and Reid to the crime scene. You'll meet the agents of the NCIS there. The rest of us will drive to our local headquarters."
You let Reid drive and look at the files of the NCIS agents Penelope sent you. Still on the phone with her, you ask: "Hey, didn't you go out with McGee?"
You hear her sigh. "Yeah. Please don't tell him you know me."
"Sure." You promise with a chuckle and hang up.
When you arrive at the house, you see two parole cars with their lights on blocking the street. You curse and get out. Prentiss and Reid behind you, you walk over to the cops standing outside their cars: "Are you trying to let all of Virginia know that there has been an abduction?" You're angry and the cops flinch.
Reid tells them: "Turn off your lights. And if you must stay here, park your cars on the side of the road. "
"Alright, alright." One of them raises his hands: "Calm down, agent."
Reid leans closer: "This is calm, and it's doctor."
You walk towards the house, giving Spencer a fist bump. The lights of the police cars turn off and you sigh in relief. Two agents come out of the house; you flash your badges.
You extend your hand: "Agent Gibbs and David, I assume?" They both shake your hand, then Emily's. Spencer just waves at them.
"Can you walk us through the crime scene, Agent Gibbs?" He nods at you and turns back to the house.
"I'll talk to David." Emily tells you. You give them both a small smile and walk with Spencer into the house.
"He doesn't speak much, huh?" Spencer comments and nods towards Gibbs.
"I heard Marines are the quiet type."
The living room shows clear signs of struggle, there is a trail of chaos up the stair to the girl's room. With gloves on you walk behind Gibbs. "No sign of forced entry, no blood or anything else that suggest a violent fight. Just the damage you just seen." The gray-haired man with the typical military haircut tells you.
Spencer walks around, looking into every room. "We already took photos. But aren't you going to take some as well?" Gibbs asks.
You shake your head and nod towards Reid: "He's our camera, so yours will be enough."
Now you got Gibbs' attention: "Your camera?"
Reid emerges from the girl's room: "Eidetic memory." He explains.
"Of course." Gibbs says nonchalantly, but his lips form into a small smile.
"Something isn't right." Spencer says.
You nod: "It's a little to random, isn't it?"
Gibbs looks around: "Like someone wanted to make it appear random."
Spencer and you agree.
"That would explain why the parents stated that they didn't hear anything." You add.
You meet Emily and David outside. They walk through the front yard with you.
"How did you got them to turn off their stupid lights?" David asks.
"We told them to." Reid and you say in union. Gibbs eyes dart between the two of you. David leans towards him: "I like them."
Emily drives Gibbs. Reid, David, and you take the other car. Spencer sits in the back and David takes the seat next to you. After a minute in silence, she tells you: "You were the first to pronounce my name correctly before I said it first."
You side-eye her and smile: "You're Israeli."
She nods, then she asks: "You read my file?"
"Actually, we read the file of everyone on your team." Spencer chirps up from the backseat. You shoot him a look in the rear mirror. David, however, seems to be fine with it. She lets out a chuckle.
At the Bureau, you get Gibbs and David visitor passes and they follow you inside. You pile into the room behind the one-way mirrored interrogation room. Morgan and Hotch are currently talking to the parents.
"You shouldn't keep suspects together." Gibbs says sternly.
"But they don't know that they are suspects yet." You tell him. "And that way we can observe the dynamic between them."
You and Reid step closer to the glass and monitor their body-language. "Do you see it as well?" You whisper.
"Yeah." He nods.
Hotch and Morgan keep asking basic questions. They don't really know yet that the parents are probably part of the abduction. You only wrote Hotch that the crime scene seems off.
Reid turns to the others: "The woman's feet point towards Hotch and Morgan. Her body is opened to them. The man, however, closes himself off, showing defensive behavior."
You turn to them as well: "Now we should separate them."
Your eyes dart between the others: "Gibbs, would you interview the Admiral? You're probably our best chance to build rapport, since both of you have a connection to the armed forces." He agrees.
"I'll take the woman." Prentiss states. "I'll go with David." She smiles at her and David nods. You open the door and step outside. Without knocking, you enter the interrogation room. Everyone turns their heads towards you.
You lean down to Hotch and whisper: "We need to separate them."
He and Morgan get up.
"Did something happen?" The woman asks, panicked.
You smile at her: "No, but would you please come with us? We brought in agents that are specialized in abductions. They will talk to the both of you, okay?"
She nods frantically and follows you outside, leaving her husband behind. Gibbs enters the room alone and closes the door. Prentiss and David guide the woman to the other interrogation room. Morgan follows them to observe from the outside.
You and Reid fill Hotch in on what you found. He listens intently.
When you're finished, he sighs: "This diminishes Madison's chances of still being alive drastically."
Reid adds: "I assume the father killed her and coerced the mother into making it looking like an abduction."
"Go work JJ on that and find evidence. Finances, social life, violent behavior in the past. Anything." Reid walks away, leaving you and Hotch alone.
He grabs your hand: "Are you okay? You look sick."
You squeeze his hand: "I feel sick."
Hotch pulls you to his chest and mumbles: "Is it because of your parents?"
You sigh: "Yeah. The father gives off the same vibes as them."
He kisses your cheek: "You're alright. I am here, they are not."
That makes you laugh and cry at the same time. You wipe your eyes and look up at him. His eyes are reassuring. After giving him a peck on the lips, you nod towards the interrogation room with the father inside: "I'll join Gibbs."
Hotch nods: "Go give him hell."
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He's been pulling his bullshit for hours now. It makes you mad. Even Gibbs' eyes start to twitch. The father only gives calculated answers, not behaving right at all. He doesn't seem worried. Most of the time, he ignored you, only looking at Gibbs. Now he even has the audacity to smile smugly.
You're done with him. You spring to your feet and smash your fists on the table: "Where is your daughter?!" You yell so loud that even Gibbs flinches.
The motherfucker leans forwards, calmly, and says: "No need to get hysterical. I said, I don't know where she is."
"Is that it?" You're no longer yelling, but still speak at a considerably loud volume. "You just cannot stand hysterical behavior?"
He sighs: "Obviously, I mean who can?" He looks at Gibbs: "How do you put up with this?"
Gibbs keeps a straight face and doesn't answer.
You continue, getting closer to the man with every sentence: "Was Madison hysterical? Didn't she take your shit anymore? Did she annoy the hell out of you?"
The father looks at you. You see it in his eyes, he agrees with you. "Always a source of irritation? Always in your way? So, you finally did something about it, didn't you? Because she deserved it, didn't she?"
"Yes." The Admiral replies quietly. The moment the word left his mouth, realization hits his eyes. He just confessed, being provoked by you, feeling finally understood.
Gibbs throws a pen at him: "Address."
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Hotch leans down to you: "You were amazing in there. I-" Before he can finish his sentence, you arrive at the address the Admiral gave you.
Weapons holstered, vests strapped, you get out of the SUVs.
"We don't know what's in that warehouse. Hopefully, only the body, but we don't know." Hotch says. "Gibbs, David, Reid – cover the front. Morgan, you're with me. We go in first." He gestures towards JJ, Prentiss, and you: "You go in from the back."
You all nod and get ready.
Standing at the back entrance, you wait for Hotch's command. "Go, go, go." You hear him in your earpiece. Emily pushes the door open; you and JJ walk past her. Weapons at the ready you split up. There are several stacks of boxes, stillages and other stuff. You don't really pay attention to it; you only look out for the girl.
Suddenly, there is a hissing sound. It comes from in front of you. You walk in the direction of the sound, towards where Hotch and Morgan must be. Then there is a loud bang, followed by several more. You throw yourself on the ground, shielding your head.
When it falls silent again, you start to cough. You open your eyes. Smoke. So much smoke. You're blind, you can't breathe. You stepped right into a trap.
Couching you crawl forwards. "Hotch? Morgan?" You yell. It sends you right into another cough fit. Nevertheless, you keep crawling. You can't see very far, but you spot Prentiss to your right. You manage to get up and run to her: "Prentiss! You okay?"
Groaning, she gets up: "This motherfucker."
You want to laugh, but your lung won't allow that. "Go find JJ." You tell her.
Shielding your mouth and nose with your arm, you keep looking for Hotch and Morgan.
"Over here!" You hear Morgan's voice. Almost blind, you run towards him. You trip over something but catch yourself on a box. You find Morgan, leaning against a shelf.
"Where is Hotch?" You asked panicked.
Morgan points to his left: "He was closer to the explosion"
"Of course, he was." You mumble. "Get out of here!" You order Morgan. He shakes his head. "Go, Morgan!" You shout. "Help JJ and Prentiss." He gives in and walks away, still coughing.
You turn around and sprint in the direction Morgan just pointed. Hotch is on the ground. Not moving. "Aaron!" You scream, falling to your knees next to him. He's on his side. When you touch his legs, you feel that his dress pants are wet. You look at your hand. It's red.
"Come on, Aaron." You roll him onto his back, he doesn't respond. You take off his vest. Your eyes tear up. You don't know if it's from the smoke or because you are looking down on your critically wounded boyfriend.
You push his unconscious body up into a sitting position and grab under his shoulders. You stand up, bringing him up with you. His body is limp, being way heavier that way. You press him against your chest and drag him in the direction of the exit. Walking backwards, you finally see a light.
Coughing, you make it outside. Your sight clears up and you take deep breaths. Carefully, you lay Hotch on the ground. JJ, Emily, and Morgan are sitting next to the building, leaning against it, breathing just as hard as you are. The others come running towards you.
"Ambulance!" You yell.
"Five minutes!" Reid shouts back.
You look down at Hotch. He's still not responding. Leaning down, you check his breathing. "Fuck."
You touch the side of his neck, there is no pulse.
You rip open his shirt and find his sternum. Rhythmically, you start CPR. After thirty pumps, you lean down and breathe into his mouth. "Come on, Aaron." Tears start to run down your cheeks.
You breathe in his mouth again. Your arms start to hurt, but you keep pushing down relentlessly. "Please, Aaron." You sob.
Reid steps closer: "I can do it."
You shake your head and keep up the CPR. Leaning down, you breath into his mouth again. "Please, love, please." You plead.
Finally, you can hear the sirens. You only stop your effort when the paramedics push you aside. Sobbing, you fall to the ground. Reid hugs you from behind. You shake in his arms.
Emily and JJ crouch down next to you, trying to calm you.
"I can't…" Your voice hitches and you're not able to utter the rest of the sentence. The others are worried as well, but they manage to keep it together. You, however, are just falling apart.
"We have a pulse!" One of the paramedics calls. Immediately, Reid helps you to your feet. They are loading Hotch into the ambulance. You follow them and get into it as well.
The last thing your team sees, before the doors of the ambulance are shut, is you holding Hotch's hand, pressing it against your chest.
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Your head is resting on the mattress of Hotch's hospital bed. You're tired, you're exhausted, but most of all, you are scared. Yes, they stabilized him. But he isn't awake.
You hold his hand. Squeezing it now and then, rubbing your thumb over the back of it.
The NCIS and Morgan went to the parents. They are not done with them. Emily and JJ also had to stay at the hospital to get treaded with oxygen.
Reid is sitting in the chair on the other side of the room. He brought you water to keep you somewhat alive.
His phone vibrates: "The father confessed planning the attack. He wanted to destroy evidence. They found the body." You nod, not really listening to him.
You sit back up and run your fingers through Hotch's hair and cup his cheek. You keep rubbing his cheek as you whisper: "Aaron, I love you so much. Please wake up."
Emily clears her voice behind you. Her and JJ are standing in the door, eyes darting between you and Hotch. At this point, you don't care. You turn back and press Hotch's hand to your lips.
"Did you know about this?" Emily asks Reid, stunned.
"Yeah." He admits.
JJ doesn't care either. She walks over to you and rubs your back. "He will be okay." She calmly assures you. "He's been through worse."
You let out a sad laugh and turn your attention back to Aaron.
"Should we stay with him for a minute? You can go get something to eat." Emily offers. You shake your head and start to caress Hotch's arm.
"Okay. We will check in later." They tell you and go to leave.
"I'll come with you." Reid says. You give them a small smile.
You lean back in your chair and rub your face. It drives you insane that you can do absolutely nothing about this. You get up and pace around the room.
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You sit down on the side of the bed, grabbing Aaron's hand and tell him for the hundredth time: "Come on, love. I know you can do this. Wake up."
Suddenly – finally – Hotch lets out a couch, squeezing your hand. His eyes flutter open. You let out a relieved sob.
Leaning down to him, you grab his shoulder: "Hey." You whisper and kiss his cheek.
"Hey." He answers groggily. You caress his cheeks until he fully wakes up and looks at you. "How are you feeling?" You whisper.
"I'm alright. The morphine is nice." His deadpan answer makes you sob in easement. You sit back down in the chair.
Hotch turns his head to look at you: "You saved me, didn't you?" You nod, wiping away your tears. "I heard you. I think I slipped in and out of consciousness when you gave me CPR."
You kiss the back of his hand again: "You cannot imagine how happy I am to hear your voice."
He lifts his arm to touch your face. You take his hand and put it against your cheek. For a moment, you close your eyes and concentrate on the feeling.
When you open them, you see a tear running down his cheek. "Aaron, I love you. I love you so much." His eyes widen and he starts to smile brightly. "And I'm sorry, I didn't tell you sooner." He lets out a laugh: "I wanted to tell you as well, but somehow didn't."
You stare into his eyes. In a mellow voice he tells you: "I love you."
You get up to kiss him. He holds you by the waist while your lips melt together. When you break apart, you kiss his forehead and sit on the edge bed.
While you stare into each other's eyes, the others enter the room.
Morgan speaks first: "So, Hotch, would you like to introduce us to your girlfriend?"
Hotch lets out a hoarse chuckle. "Glad to see you too, Morgan."
They step closer to the bed, Reid squeezing your shoulder.
"See? I told you he will be fine." JJ says. You sigh: "Yeah."
"We'll leave you to it." Emily says, but then adds: "But prepare yourselves for detailed questions about this." She gestures towards you and Hotch.
"Absolutely not." Hotch tells them. "Now get out of here."
While they are leaving, you lean back to Hotch and kiss him.
"Eww!" Emily yells from the hallway.
"Fuck off!" You and Hotch yell back in union, returning to whispering love confessions to each other between kisses.