A/N: The reader is secretly in a band in this one, I just hate the ___!reader things. By the way, the song you are singing is "Everybody" by Backstreet Boys.
You had joined the BAU only a short six months ago, and in the time you've spent there you have proven to be a great help. You were alright with technology, and could help Garcia in the bat cave, or, you could come to the field and figure out an easy profile. Aaron liked that about you, you were sweet and reserved, quiet and punctual. You never swore out loud, or even questioned an order, however, Aaron wished you hung out with the team after the case was finished.
For example, today. Tonight the team has invited you to their usual bar for some drinks. You seemed excited by the notion, but declined anyways, shaking your head with a small smile and saying you had previous plans. This information got Aaron's brain in gear. What plans were so important? He waited for you to exit, waving goodbye to your team mates with a small pep in your step.
He waited a few minutes before heading over to Garcia's workspace. She was packing up a bit but the computer monitor was still on.
"Garcia I need a favor." He put curtly, watching Garcia straighten up and begin typing into her computer.
"Whatcha need boss man?" She asks sweetly, clicking the search bar in her database.
"Look up where (Y/N) is going. I want to know what plans she has." He says, glaring his eyes at the smug look Penelope gave him.
"Of course my sweet." She continues typing, pinning your cellphone at a bar and club mixture. "Looks like she's gone to Tommy's Bar and Club, there's a live band playing today." She turns back in her chair, facing her boss. "I'm guessing were taking are after party to Tommy's?"
He nods, an amused smirk on his face. "Meet you all there in thirty."
The music was loud, so loud you could hear the bass from outside. This band did covers, and whoever the singer was, she did amazing job on the vocals. The analysis team slowly flooded in, trying to find their teammate anywhere, trying to give her a small welcoming. When they couldn't easily find her, Hotchner began to question if she was actually there. After the initial disappointment, he could feel his phone vibrating, and a text appeared.
From:Derek
To: Hotch Botch
Look on stage ;0
Aaron's eyes flashed up to the small stage, a familiar (Height) woman stood on stage, drinking the last half of a water bottle, before starting a new song.
Everybody
Rock your body
Everybody
Rock your body right
Backstreet's back alright
You were wearing dark ripped jeans and a black sleeveless turtleneck. Your hair was down, free and messy from dancing. You had (Fav Color) guitar strapped to your shoulder. You looked, natural. A soft flush comes to his cheeks as he watches you dance.
Oh my God we're back again
Brothers, sisters, everybody sing
We're gonna bring the flavor show you how
I've gotta question for ya
Better answer now
You had tattoos, holy shit, Aaron Hotchner clearly did not know who he hired at all. His eyes continued to scan the stage. The drum-set had a logo on it. "Heads/Tails", it reads, the 'H' designed to be a bowtie, and the 'S' is a chain. He was baffled, and when his team found him near the bar, they were equally as shocked.
"Are we sure this is the girl we work with?" Spencer asks, his eyes raking over your form, which made Aaron cringe in jealousy.
"Clearly our baby girl had a rock-star side she hadn't shown anyone." Morgan comments.
"She's got the best of both worlds." Hotchner whispered, hypnotized by you.
Am I original? (yeah)
Am I the only one? (yeah)
Am I sexual? (yeah)
Am I everything you need?
You better rock you body no
Everybody
Rock your body
Everybody
Rock your body right
Backstreet's back alright
You closed your eyes and swung your hips, happily dancing to the song. You got so comfortable being here, and when you re-opened your eyes to scan across the crowd, your voice nearly caught in your throat. Standing there was not only your teammates, but your boss, watching your suggestive dancing. Your eyes tried to scan your boss' face, was he going to fire you for this? Is it okay if you have this side job?
Now throw your hands up in the air
And wave 'em around like you just don't care
If you wanna party let me hear you yell
'Cause we've got it goin' on again
Am I original? (yeah)
Am I the only one? (yeah)
Am I sexual? (yeah)
Am I everything you need?
You better rock you body now
Aaron, much like yourself, was nearly breathless. While the girls went and danced, the boys began to tease him.
"You know, a flushed face and an accelerated heart rate is either panic or love. I think Hotch here has a crush on our rockin team mate." Spencer teases, profiling the older man.
"Question is, does he like sweet office girl or this more?" Derek arched a brow at him. Aaron knew he couldn't hide. You were a sweet girl with a dazzling smile, and this new persona? This convinced him he couldn't hide himself any longer.
Everybody
Rock your body
Everybody
Rock your body right
Backstreet's back alright
Everybody
Rock your body
Everybody
Rock your body right
Backstreet's back alright
Everybody
Rock your body
Everybody
Rock your body right
Backstreet's back alright
With the closing note, you did a pose, placing the guitar in is rack you began speaking to your bandmates. You then began making your way over to your boss.
"Agent (L/N)." He greeted politely, a small smile on his red face.
"Hello Mr. Hotchner, this is quite the surprise to uh, see you here." You were tugging at the sleeves of your turtleneck, almost trying to hide.
"How often do you perform here?" He asks, and you swallow thickly. "Uh depends, it's usually Fridays, like tonight, when we complete a case. This, uh, band is how I unwind." You still hadn't made eye contact with your boss.
"You know, as your team we'd love to support you. We support Garcia in her theatrical endeavors, and Spencer in his teaching one. You didn't have to keep it a secret."
You were relieved, he wasn't mad, nor were you going to lose your job. "Did you like the performance Mr.Hotchner?"
"Yes, you have quite an amazing vocal range, and please, out of the office call me Aaron." He sheepishly held his hand out for you to take.
You gladly accepted it, sitting with him on a barstool, gently leaning against on his shoulder. You were breathing rather heavily, seeing as you just performed for nearly two hours non-stop, before you like out a groan.
"What's wrong?" He asks, sensing your disappointment.
"David, the drummer, decided that he found a cute guy to take back to the apartment, so either I'm going to sleep in my car or not sleep at all." She face palms, watching the drummer leave with another man.
"Or you could stay at my place." Aaron Hotchner what are you doing, you have a son and are recovering from losing a wife. This is your coworker Hotch, you can't kiss her, as much as it's tempting.
"Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother to you or your son for the night, besides if you have to drive you can't drink like the rest of your team."
"The team, not my team (Y/N), and besides, I wasn't going to drink anyways." He says standing from the stool, and outstretching his had to you again, which you gladly take, and follow him to his car.
'Don't be intimidated (Y/N), he's just a nice man, a nice man that you'd gladly take to-' You had to stop your thoughts, no, bad girl, down.
About twenty minutes later you arrive to the house, and you make your way inside. An excited boy nearly tackled you, thinking you were his father.
"Oh hey there, you must be Jack right? I love your pajamas! Are those sock monkeys?" You asked, excitedly chatting to the young boy, who eagerly nodded back.
"What's your name?" He looked at you, grabbing your hand and sitting on the couch with you.
"My name is (Y/N), it's a pleasure to meet you Jack." You smiled, watching as the young boy grabbed you a pillow before settling in beside you.
"Come on daddy! Come lay with (Y/N) and I!" He insists. Your boss lets out a small chuckle before taking a seat next to his son, expecting his son to crawl into his lap. However, the young Hotchner crawled into your lap and snuggled into your shoulder.
"You tired little man? Did you stay up to see your father?" With a tired nod he relaxes in your arms. You made eye contact with your boss, who seemed nervous, and was about to take his son from you before you smiled and began singing softly.
Tale as old as time
True as it can be
Barely even friends
Then somebody bends
Unexpectedly
Just a little change
Small to say the least
Both a little scared
Neither one prepared
Beauty and the Beast
Aaron watches his son's breathing slow, and soft snores come from him. He looks to his subordinate, and then gently scooped his child up.
"I'm just going to put him to bed, I'll be back (Y/N)." He smiles at your nearly embarrassed face.
It took nearly ten minutes before Hotchner was sitting next to you, a bottle of water and two shot glasses in his hand.
"Mr. Hot- I mean, Aaron, I am uh, sorry if I crossed a line there, he just seems so sweet." Your boss shakes his head. "You're fine (Y/N), it was cute to see two of my favorite people getting along."
"Favorite-people?" You asked, your eyes widening. Now, it was Aaron's turn to blush. He busied himself by pouring two shots of the bottled water, and before he knew it, you were standing right in front of him.
He seemed lost in thought before he cleared his throat. "Agent (L/N), I command you to kiss me."
You flush, nervously twiddling your thumbs, nervous under his gaze before cupping your boss' face and kissing him. It was fantastic. He had a certain scent and his lips were so soft. Eventually you pulled away, a smile adorning your lips as he hands you a water filled shot glass.
"You weren't able to drink tonight so I thought of the next best thing." He says and you let out a small giggle.
"Aaron this is adorable, I love it, and you." You looked at him, your eyes filled with nothing but love and appreciation.
"I love you too." He gently clinks your glasses together before counting. "Bottoms up." You both drink. You two finish the bottle of water eventually, and Aaron offers to take the couch, which you denied. The two of you then laid together, slowly falling asleep.
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A lot of the conflict you have in your life exists simply because you're not living in alignment; you're not be being true to yourself.
Steve Maraboli,