I have nothing to say because Chelsey and I have been WAITING for this part so I’m simply going to let y’all just have it while I go do some writing Love ya!
Warnings: angst :(
You’re still half asleep when you’re boarding Aaron’s private jet the next morning.
He got you up and out of the hotel in a rush, saying that he had work to get back to, and you had classes, and so on. You were too tired to bother questioning him.
Now, just an hour away from home, you’re trying to pry information out of Aaron — and it’s like pulling teeth.
“He said his name was Greg Lawrence,” you start, hoping Aaron will fill in the blanks for you, but all he does is nod. He has his laptop open, either trying to work or trying to appear busy so you won’t ask questions. “You two know each other.”
“Kneweach other,” he grumbles out. “A long time ago.”
Well, that struck a nerve.
“Okay,” you pause, eyeing him. “You kneweach other. I’m assuming he’s also some big lawyer. Were you guys on a case together?”
“No.”
“Were you on a case againsteach other?”
It takes Aaron a second, but he does reply. “Yes.”
“What was the case?” you ask, propping your elbow on the table, and resting your chin in your palm.
“I can’t discuss information about cases.”
“You said it was years ago.”
“It doesn’t matter how long it’s been.”
“Aaron, come on. Who am I gonna tell?”
His eyes meet yours above his laptop. “I don’t know. Who wouldyou tell?”
The accusatory nature of his comment stuns you. You straighten your posture and remove your elbow from the table as if he’s burned you with it.
“No one,” you reply firmly, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’ve kept a lot of secrets for you.”
“I know,” he mutters. “I’m not making you carry anymore.”
“It wouldn’t—”
“Y/N,” he raises his voice slightly, just enough to get your attention. “I said no.”
You stare at him for a moment, your gaze hardening with every passing second. You think of what you could say, but you don’t say a word.
Without speaking, you stand and head toward the front of the plane.
“There’s only two seats up there,” Aaron calls out. One of which, Dave is occupying.
You don’t give a shit. You raise your middle finger behind you, aimed at Aaron. He sees. If he weren’t already on edge about the current situation, he’d bend you over his knee right here.
You pull the door open, revealing the cockpit. Dave cranes his neck to see who’s at the door, his eyebrows raising when he spots you. He tries to smile, but you shake your head.
Dave quickly stands and offers you his seat, which you take, despite the weird feeling at seeing the open sky in front of you.
“What happened?” Dave asks quietly, his hand resting on your shoulder.
“Nothing,” you mumble. “He won’t tell me what’s going on and he’s being a dick about it. I’ll be fine. I’m just mad right now.”
Dave nods. He understands Aaron’s reasoning, but there’s no need for Aaron to be a jerk toward you. “Got it. You stay up here. I’ll sit with him.”
“Thanks,” you say, turning and smiling at the pilot, settling in for the rest of the ride.
+++
Aaron cusses under his breath when he sees Dave emerge from the front of the jet. This is just what I fucking need right now. He angrily types on his computer while he waits.
Silently, Dave takes the seat across the aisle from Aaron, and doesn’t look at him. That’s the quickest way to make Aaron squirm.
“Out with it,” Aaron finally says.
“She deserves to know,” Dave says, keeping his voice low. “If Greg has eyes on her now…”
“Then it’s even more reason to keep her out of it,” Aaron replies. “She’s in the line of danger enough as it is being seen with me. I just didn’t think that bastard would be there. Wasn’t he banned from that fundraiser?”
“Apparently not anymore,” Dave says. “He can buy anyone off, you know that. And if he has a target locked on her, we need to protect her.”
“I am,” Aaron grumbles. “By keeping her out of it.”
“Listen to yourself,” Dave says, leaning forward. “If you keep her at any more of an arm’s length, I’m afraid soon she won’t be around at all. And then what are you going to do? How do you expect to protect her if she wants nothing to do with you? Do you really want a restraining order in the news, too, if the rest of this goes to hell?”
“She wouldn’t get a restraining order.”
“You don’t knowthat,” Dave replies. “But my point still stands. You either tell her the truth or you let her go — immediately.”
Aaron all but slams his laptop closed. “What good will that do?” he hisses. “He’s already seen me with her.”
“If you drop her quickly, everyone will assume she was just an escort for a few weekends. You get a new girl for the next few, and then another.” Dave mimics wiping his hands. “Done and done, then they’ll forget about her. Is that what you want?”
Aaron doesn’t say anything, but Dave hears his friend loud and clear.
Aaron doesn’t wanta new girl.
He doesn’t want to let you go. Because you’re not just some escort.
You’re his girl.
He knows it. He can feel it deep in his bones. He can’t ignore it.
He can’t hurt you. But he can’t tell you everything — not right now.
+++
Watching the jet land from the front is a different (scarier) experience than you anticipated, but you survive it by closing your eyes. Even after you feel the plane stop, you keep your eyes closed.
“You can open your eyes now, ma’am,” the pilot says softly, chuckling a little.
You pop your eyes open and smile sheepishly. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” he replies, standing and offering his hand. You take it and get to your feet, always feeling a little wobbly after being in the air. He lets go and then opens the door, gesturing for you to walk through first.
You thank him again and walk through, immediately heading down the stairs to the tarmac without looking at Aaron or Dave.
You wait for them to come down, with your arms crossed and your back turned. You haven’t thought about what you’ll say to Aaron. You don’t want to stay mad at him like this forever, but you’re getting tired of the wall he’s put up.
He won’t talk to you and it’s driving you up a wall. Why did he think you were injured? All Greg did was steady you and kiss your hand. That kind of attention has become normal to you, especially at those events.
It’s obvious Aaron and Greg don’t like each other, but nothing about your interaction with Greg – and you know Aaron saw it all – made you feel in danger of being hurt. You’ve been in situations like that before, and that’s not the gut feeling you had. What did Aaron see that you didn’t? What has Greg done?
Your thoughts are broken by Aaron’s hands gently rubbing your shoulders. You smile at the horizon.
Slowly, he turns you around, and pulls you into a hug.
You welcome his embrace, burying your head in his chest. You close your eyes, squeezing him.
You have no idea how much the hug means for Aaron, how much he needed it.
You let go of the hug sooner than Aaron wanted, but he doesn’t try to pull you back.
“Can we have dinner tonight?” he asks. “Please?”
You think for a moment, and shake your head. “Not tonight. I’m tired and…” Still mad at you. And scared. And I need to cool off. “What about tomorrow?”
Aaron exhales through a smile, just glad you didn’t outright tell him no. “Tomorrow it is.”
+++
When you reach your apartment, Dave goes and does a quick sweep again. This time, he finds Megan and nearly scares the shit out of her. She comes to the door and sees you in the hallway with Aaron.
“Who the hell is this guy?” She points back into the apartment.
“It’s just Dave,” you laugh, walking into her arms for a hug. “What are you doing home?”
“Sean spent the weekend here,” Megan says, smiling at Aaron. “He said to tell you he’d be at your place.”
Aaron sighs. “Of course he is. Thank you.”
“No problem,” Megan chuckles. “I hope Dave doesn’t find anything. I’ve been home all day.”
“It’s all clear,” Dave says from just inside. “Thank you for stepping out.”
“Yeah,” Megan nods. “How was the weekend?”
“It was good,” you smile. “I’ve got some homework to catch up on, though, so.”
“That’s our cue,” Dave says, stepping further down the hall.
You take Aaron’s hand gently, pulling him in for a quick kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” he repeats. “I’ll call you.”
“Okay,” you smile. You know he will.
As the two of them disappear into the elevator, Megan all but hauls you into the apartment.
After shutting the door, she says, “What the hell? Does he normally come check the apartment before you can come in?”
“Yeah,” you shrug. “He’s always done it.”
Megan exhales and shakes her head. “Okay. I mean, is it necessary?”
You shrug again. “Aaron feels like it is.”
Megan doesn’t really like this answer, either, but she nods anyway, accepting it.
You can’t accept it, though. You have to tell her something. Aaron won’t talk to you about it, but you know Megan will hear you out and sit in your confusion with you.
“Do you remember when you told me to be careful?”
“Which time?” Megan jokes, but quickly recovers herself when she sees the serious look on your face. “Okay, about what?”
“About being with Aaron,” you say. “You told me you read something and it was like out of a Stephen King novel.”
Megan nods. “It was, but I don’t know if it was true–”
“Was he stabbed?” you blurt.
Slowly this time, she nods. “He was.” She pauses, swallowing. “Nine times, I think.”
You think of Aaron scars, and nine sounds right, give or take.
“Why?” Megan asks. “Did something happen?”
“No,” you say, probably a little too quickly. “He told me that he had been stabbed. I had seen the scars, but he didn’t say anything about them until this weekend.”
“They covered it up pretty well,” she says. “It’s nowhere on the Internet, and I can’t even find what I saw the first time. I tried looking again when you two got together— Hey! I was worried!”
You laugh at her, then turn serious again. “Do you remember what it said? I mean, he was stabbed, yes, but by who?”
“Oh,” Megan waves her hand. “Some random white guy. George, I think was his name. He’s in prison for life, though, probably dead by now, who knows.”
“Are you sure?” you press.
“Yes,” Megan says, chuckling uneasily. “What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing, just…” You finally bite the bullet and explain what happened at the event last night, and how odd Aaron has been acting ever since. “And he won’t explain anything, so you know me. My mind has been going wild just thinking about what could be going on.”
Meanwhile, Megan is Googling something on her phone. “Oh!” She turns the screen around to show you. “Duh. I knew I recognized his name. Lawrence and Hotchner are basically rivals, as textbook as it can get. Seriously, why didn’t you just look up his name?”
“That feels like an invasion of privacy,” you murmur, getting a weird feeling just from seeing Greg’s face again. “But yeah, that’s him.”
“Honestly, I wouldn’t worry,” Megan shrugs, locking her phone. “They’ve been at each other ever since Hotch started his career. Lawrence was the big name, and then Hotch came in and stole his thunder. Trust me, it was big. I meant to ask him about it in the interview, but y’know.”
It makes sense, given what little bit Aaron did tell you. But something about it still seems off, or like a piece is missing. You just don’t know what.
“Come on, let’s have a movie and homework night,” Megan pleads. “It’ll be one of our last ones, and it’s been too long since we’ve done one.”
“Okay, okay,” you reluctantly agree, knowing you need to catch up on homework, so why not do it with a movie and popcorn?
I have nothing to say because Chelsey and I have been WAITING for this part so I’m simply going to let y’all just have it while I go do some writing Love ya!
Warnings: angst :(
You’re still half asleep when you’re boarding Aaron’s private jet the next morning.
He got you up and out of the hotel in a rush, saying that he had work to get back to, and you had classes, and so on. You were too tired to bother questioning him.
Now, just an hour away from home, you’re trying to pry information out of Aaron — and it’s like pulling teeth.
more sugar d*ddy hotch content<33 for the masses<3
notes: sfw, female reader, hotch is here but hes not hes just sending things, v short its like a blurb
It starts with a modest arrangement.
Sunflowers amongst a handful of baby’s breath, artfully tucked into a clear glass vase. A note card is attached with a gold ribbon, with the simple message,
