Criminal minds one shots

Aaron Hotchner

I held his arms out. The measuring process was the same as always. "Sir, I need you to take off your shoes and step on the platform."

My usual clients came in, mostly big names. People who needed fitted suits. They were men, but on occasion we would get a nice woman come in.

There was one name that wasn't super obvious, but he always came in on weekends. Or generally when he had the time. His name was Aaron Hotchner.

Here we call him, "Mister FBI" because he works there. 

The rare times he comes in for a new suit are pleasurable. 

     Like this one time:

The small bell rang out while I was rolling the measuring tape again. "Yes and-" 

"Hello (y/n)." He looked me in the eyes but not before giving my body a scan over. I popped my hip out and placed my hand on it.

"Hello Aaron, or should I say, 'Mister FBI'?" I looked him up and down and giggled when he shifted feet and slightly blushed. 

His soft smirk had caught me off guard. "What can I do ya' for?" I asked pulling my pencil out from behind my ear and my note pad from my pocket.

"Oh- I'm here for another fitting." He scratched he palm nervously and looked around.

"Well, where is it." He looked up with a surprised face, "You mean you are gonna help?"

"Of course, now I can't fit it if its not here." He walked to his car scrambling to get it done. I turned to get my pins and other such things.

When he returned he looked a bit red. I waved him back as I normally do and set him up on the velvet covered plate. I gestured for him to get changed in the changing room off to the side. 

When he came out, we analyzed the issue. "You said you needed a fitting on a suit we modified  last week? "

He cleared his throat, "Uhhh.. yes, the arms were feeling a bit loose and I wanted to make sure my pants weren't too long."

I looked him up and down and sighed. "You know Aaron, if you wanted to talk to me you could have just texted." 

"I-I know but I don't have your number and what I needed to ask you was something that had to be done in person." I ushered him back to the changing room and waited outside.

"Well now you've got me curious, what is it mister FBI?"I leaned on the wall next to the room, but got up when I heard the curtain rustling, cueing me in on the fact that he was done.

He stepped out into the room and shut the curtain. "I wanted to ask you on a date."

"Okay..." I was waiting, "Are you gonna ask, or do I have to do that part Mr. Manly Man?" 

"Oh- ummm," He took a breath and then spoke, "(Y/n) would you give me the honor to take you out on a date?"

I looked at him and giggled, " Of course you doofus."

             And now look at us, jack coming in so that I can take care of him when his dad is away. Aaron kissing me goodbye when he leaves the house that we own. 

I don't know, but I think that date went pretty well.