Careless (Aaron Hotchner X Reader)

Chapter 1

The alarm finally decides to ring forty minutes after five. I curse vocally and rush to the bathroom, running through the entire schedule. Ten minutes later, I'm out. Yes, I didn't take a shower, but that's what dry shampoo and a shit ton of perfume is for. 

The Behavioral Analysis Unit. God, even the name sounded frightening. I rush inside the towering building, ten minutes late, and head up the elevator to my destination. As soon as I step out, I run into a tall, nice-smelling man. Wait, did I just say nice-smelling? 

Well then, his strong arms grab my shoulders, and I grasp his darkly colored suit. After the initial event, he quickly regained his composure, standing tall and upright. "Oh sorry sorry sorry sir, my fault completely," I manage to stammer out. "SSA y/l/n?" he asks. 

"Yes sir," 

"You're ten minutes late. My office. Now."

Shit. The one person I bump into happens to be the damn Unit Chief. As he lead me up the steps, I notice various faces staring up at me; including an attractive curly haired man, and a perky blonde haired girl. He closes the door to his office behind us, and I finally get a good look at him. Powerful brown eyes tried to glare me down, establish dominance, intimidate. His broad frame sat straight, but he looked relaxed. Confident, I could tell. 

"Take a seat." I sit down, incredibly wary. This guy was intimidating, as much as he was handsome. He grasps my hand firmly," SSA Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief of the BAU.

"SSA y/l/n. Would you say you are qualified for this position?"

I take in a deep breath," Yes sir, I have worked in Counter-terrorism for three years and have a MB in psychology,"  His eyes glare down at me, making me unsure of my response. "The plane leaves in thirty, have a go-bag ready. If you do not have one, I will make one available for you. You will be briefed on the plane," A sigh of relief escapes my mouth," Oh, and y/l/n? It's Hotch," With that, he leaves me alone in the office, with nothing but my jumping thoughts. 

On the plane, I meet the entire team. The curly man I mentioned earlier? His name's Spencer. He's pretty much a genius. The blonde girl was Jennifer, or JJ. A dark-skinned man with the most brilliant smile was named Derek Morgan. The renowned David Rossi was also on the team. Oh, and there was also Emily. She had been the most welcoming so far, helping me find my way through the office, and offering me a go-bag. (I didn't think I'd be leaving the first day!) I hadn't gotten to meet the technical analyst Penelope in person yet, but her smiling face glinting from the monitors blew away any negative thoughts I may have ever had.

Of course, there was Aaron Hotchner. He didn't talk much, and he still looked intimidating, but I sensed that there was another side to him. Hotch quickly interrupted the playful discussion that was going on, and immediately suggested that we look over the case;  a good thing, for I had no idea what the hell it was about. My first case at the BAU. "George Bennett was a 20-year old bachelor found strangled in his bedroom with a message carved into his chest. "'Hide-and-seek?"' 

"This could mean that he is mentally immature, it may be a game for him," I timidly expressed. Derek quipped in with,"Yeah, but it could also be a taunt. Maybe to law enforcement, or even to the family," "We'll get more information in Boston, for now, I'd recommend you getting enough rest," replied Hotchner. God, He always so formal. So uptight. Will this man ever smile? 

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The case finally ended, turns out it was a homeless man with a brain disorder. He believed that he had been cheated out of his life by his victims, and wanted revenge. God, had this first case had taken a toll on me. Yes, I knew what it was gonna be like. But seeing it all there just changes your perspective.
As I rest in the jet, I can feel sleep slowly covering me with it's soft blanket of warmth; before I know it I set off for Dreamland.

You are walking through a tunnel, stumbling through the consuming darkness. You look to find any sign of light, but it has not been presented before you. Suddenly you can see a beaming glow growing in the distance. You run viciously, tripping and falling on your way there. You make it. You look out towards the luminescence and see a gorgeous valley, complete with a captivating blue sky and luscious flowers vibrantly brimming to the tip with color. In the middle of it all, stood He. A breathy whisper escapes your lips, 

"Aaron,"

You run once more, this time, with a more ultimate goal. You get closer and closer. As you're finally about to reach, everything starts shaking. It ends.

"y/n? We're here Sleeping Beauty,"

I frantically open my eyes to find a smiling Derek Morgan hovering above me. "Morgan! Oh, God I'm so sorry!"

"Don't worry about it Mama. C'mon, Hotch was waiting for you,"

"Alright then,"

Lord, had that dream really gotten me shaken up. I quickly shook it off, and I tried to think about something else. Sheesh! I just met this man this week!

I walk inside of the building. It felt so good to finally be on hard, solid ground again. That relief was short-lived; I remembered the entire thing about Hotch's office. I quickly smoothed my hair and walked up the stairs to his office. Shit. I hope I didn't mess up the first fucking case!

I knock on the door and let myself in. I see Hotch sitting there, hunched over piles of paperwork. He abruptly looks up and  sits straight as I walk through the door.

"Ah, y/l/n. Take a seat," I silently sit down, expecting the worst. He seemed fine, wait, no he didn't, or did he? I could never tell with his monotonous face always in the same, stern expression.

"I just wanted to thank you for your contributions on the case we had. Without your help, many more lives would've been lost,"

 Woah. I sit there speechless. What the fuck just happened? My boss just complemented me! I fumble with my words, until I finally blabber out," Hotch, thank you. That means a lot,"

I see the faintest smile on his lips, and I feel myself filling up with happiness.

"I'll probably see you on Monday, y/l/n. Good night,"

Still smiling, I say, "Aren't you heading home?" He looks at me with the deepest eyes and responds," I'll be going out in a bit,"

I end my farewells with Hotchner, and exit the building. As I drive home, my head is in trance filled with lightheaded fuzziness and his face. His marvelous face. I catch what I'm doing and quickly stop myself. This wasn't right, and I have to let go of this feeling that I'm feeling and focus on my work. I can't let a simple crush ruin this opportunity of a lifetime.