A hiss leaves your lips as Hotch runs his fingers over your bruised and cut knuckles. His apology, barely audible, hastily rolls of his lips.
You were at a bar trying to lure the unsub out of hiding. You’d succeeded, but the team didn’t come as fast as hoped. You weren’t that great at defending yourself with your bare hands, but you managed until Hotch and Morgan arrived.
You ended up with a few cuts and bruises littered over your body and Hotch wanted you to get checked out. However, it was the first time he touched you in the way he was right now. Soft, but protective. Ready to fight anyone who dared come close to you.
“I’m fine, Hotch,” you mumble.
He scoffs and shakes his head while he drops your hands.
“We were supposed to keep you safe. I was supposed to keep you safe. But here you are, hurt because I wasn’t fast enough,” he whispers, clearly angry with himself.
“You got to me in time. It’s just some cuts and bruises. I’m fine.”
He shakes his head in response and looks at the squad car holding the suspect. His fists are balled by his side and his brows are furrowed.
“Aaron,” you strongly say, “look at me.” His eyes meet yours and you’re a bit taken back with all the emotions raging in them. He’s usually so collected. “I’m fine and he’s going to jail for a very long time. Stop beating yourself up.”
His gaze softens. “Come on, let’s get you to the car so we can go home.”
As soon as you stand up, his arm circles around you supporting you.
You’ve had a crush on this man since you’re first day at the BAU so you weren’t complaining. That is until later anyway, when he drives you crazy.
—–
Not once does he leave your side. He drives the SUV and he makes you sit in the passenger seat. In the jet, he takes the seat next to you and keeps a watchful eye on you.
When he’s eyeing you for the umpteenth time, you lose it a little.
“Hotch,” you say sternly, “It’s just some cuts and bruises. I’m not going to die so stop looking at me like I might collapse any second.”
Rossi, who’s sitting in front of you, chuckles and his eyes flit between you and Aaron.
“I can’t worry about a member of my team?” he challenges you.
“You’re not this invested with everyone else. Sure, you worry about them, but you don’t hover as badly as you are now.”
The man has the audacity to shrug his shoulders. You scoff, disbelief settling on your face.
—–
When the jet lands, Garcia is waiting for the whole team in the bullpen and immediately engulfs you in a big hug before moving on to Morgan.
“Oh, so she can worry, but I can’t,” Hotch whispers before moving towards his office like a sleek cat.
Around lunchtime, he comes towards your desk and puts down a sandwich and a bottle of water.
“Someone who’s recovering needs to eat and hydrate well.”
You shake your head. “Why do I get a special treatment for some cuts and bruises?”
“Maybe I have a soft spot for you,” Hotch replies while winking.
He slinks back to his office like nothing happened and you hear Morgan laugh behind you. You turn around to glare at him.
“Come on, sweetheart. Are you really that surprised Hotch is taking care of you? He always keeps you close when we’re on a case. For the first tasks you’re always assigned to him. When we’re getting ready to bust into a place, he always pairs the two of you together. It’s obvious the man has his eyes set on you,” Morgan says the last part in his singsong-voice.
You never thought about it like that. You’d always just followed Hotch’s orders. Sure, butterflies swirled in your belly whenever you’d hear him pair the two of you together. But not once did you think Aaron might like you. And to be honest you had no idea what to do with this information.
—–
At the end of the day, you walk towards Hotch’s office and instead of just muttering a fast ‘goodbye’, you walk inside and close the door behind you. Hotch looks up, his eyes meeting yours. Then he takes you in, checking if something’s wrong besides the obvious cuts and bruises. You take a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
“Do you like me,” you ask him, eyes cast on your lap while your cheeks quickly heat up.
“Of course I do, you’re an important member of this team,” he replies without missing a beat.
Your eyes fiercely meet his, letting him see every emotion. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
He sighs, his shoulders fall down a bit, defeated. “Yes, I do like you.”
“Good,” you said, “You ready to grab a bite together then,” you cheekily ask him, mischief dancing in your eyes.
“Yes,” he breathlessly answers like he can’t believe it.
You exchange shy smiles before getting up and getting some take-out to eat at his office.
Hotch let out a sigh. Just looking at the case remarks by the higher ups at the Bureau irritated him. Why on earth should people who have never stepped foot in the field get a say? Regardless of the fact that he got to work less than an hour ago, he was feeling sluggish, but when did mass piles of paperwork not exhaust him? Just then a knock on his door gladly interrupted the monotony of his paperwork filled morning.
Hotch looked up and paused for a minute to take in the woman in burgundy before him. He had never seen her before and while she was younger than him, she was definitely not fresh out of the academy.
She definitely cared about her appearance. Not a hair out of place on her very recently dyed head, not a highlight grown out. Her long sleeved blouse was perfectly tucked into her skirt, not a crease in sight. Her gait and stance making clear she had a thigh holster, which stirred something within. She extended a hand, showing off her expertly manicured fingernails as Hotch took note of the lack of a ring.
As he introduced himself, he took note of the softness of her skin as well as some faint marker, making it obvious she either had children or was close to someone who had kids.
Her unique sense of humor shone through during her introduction to the team. She was clearly a friendly and extroverted person. When they sat down for the briefing, she chose the seat next to him, the light scent of rose and vanilla permeating his nose. Preventing him from focusing on much else, let alone the case. He unknowingly angled his seat closer towards her, his senses on overdrive.
Throughout the case she made it clear and very obvious as to why she had made it onto the BAU, her intelligence and wit shining through.
But the moment he truly knew was done for was when she was sitting across from him on the plane, after the case. Just the simple act of bringing him coffee and making him laugh after a difficult day had his heart racing. And it never really seemed to stop, at least not while he was with her.
A/N:I have some blurbs about Hotch and Maya’s first impressions of the other. They’re going to be posted soon! Also yay for me bc I don’t have COVID! But I did catch a bug from one of the kids at work so that’s why this chapter is up later than normal.
“Knock Knock”, said Maya before entering Hotch’s office.
“Good morning Bose, what can I do for you?”, asked Hotch.
“You can accept these cookies and come over for dinner this weekend as an apology for my daughter’s behavior”, said Maya.
“You don’t need to do that. Kids will be kids”, replied Hotch.
“I know, but Mira is a whole different breed this most”, said Maya.
“She’ll turn out great. Just look at who she has to look up to”, responded Aaron.
“Who? A deadbeat dad, a single mom who’s barely keeping it together, and grandparents who outwardly hate her mom. She won family of the year”, huffed out Maya.
Aaron’s eyes softened, looking at Maya with a warmheartedly.
“Enough about me. We insist! And bring Jack. They’ll have loads of fun”, said Maya placing a fresh cup of coffee and the chocolate chip cookies that had been baked the night before.
“We’ll come but only if we can bring dessert”, replied Aaron.
“Sounds like a plan. Saturday at 7:30 work for you?”, asked Maya.
“Sounds good. And thank you for the cookies”, said Hotch.
“No problem Hotch! And before I leave, any allergies or deep dislikes I need to know about?”, asked Maya.
“Nope, Any requests for dessert?”, questioned Aaron.
“How about ice cream? You can’t go wrong there”, said Maya.
Hotch smiled and said “got it” before Maya left the room.
***
Maya rushed around the townhouse, getting ready for the Hotchners who should be arriving any second now. The smell of freshly baked bread permeated throughout. The autumnal candles burning, and Mira watching Dragon Tales filled the small home the two had made for themselves.
The doorbell rang, Maya took off her apron and quickly inspected her white sweater for any food stains before heading downstairs to get the door. “Come on in you two. It’s pretty chilly outside for early November”, said Maya, ushering the two in.
Aaron and Jack walked into the foyer, the nervous smile on Jack’s face melted her heart.
“And you must be the famous Jack Hotcher I’ve heard so much about”, said Maya crouching down to the small child tightly gripping his father’s hand.
Jack nodded and said, “yes Ma’am”.
Smiling at the adorable kid Maya said, “you don’t need to call me Ma’am, just Maya will do. How about I show you to the living room where Mira is playing with Legos and watching tv?”.
Jack nodded his head eagerly before pausing to look up at his father.
“Go! You don’t need to ask me for permission here”, said Hotch with a nod of his head.
Jack ran up the stairs, heading for the television.
“You sure do make cute kids Hotch”, said Maya before blushing as she realized what she said.
“I mean…uhm. I didn’t mean that”, stuttered out Maya.
A blushing Hotch said, “don’t worry about it”.
After a very hearty meal of seafood bisque (with a tomato and basil option for the kids), freshly baked bread, and salad, the group made their way to the sofa.
“Ma, can we play Candyland?”, asked Mira.
“What do you say Jack, you wanna play Candyland?”, asked Maya looking towards the younger of the Hotchner men.
“Yes please!”, piped out the young boy.
“Okay, you all set it up while I go get dessert”, said Maya.
“Do you need any help?”, asked Aaron.
“Sure, let the kids set up the game. You can help me with the coffee.”, replied Maya.
The two walked into the kitchen where Maya took out the coffee mugs.
“Here you go. I’ll go get the ice cream for the kids” said Maya, handing Hotch the mugs.
“Thanks, and what water do you normally use?”, questioned Hotch.
“Filtered please!”, responded Maya, pointing to the Brita by the sink.
Hotch set to making the coffee as Maya waited for the ice cream to thaw and become more scoopable.
“So how have you been liking being on the team”, asked Hotch.
“In all honesty, It’s been an adjustment. Working with people who have created their own family while being an outsider is difficult. And not only that but you all are the most perceptive group of people I have ever worked with”, sighed out Maya.
Hotch’s face held a look of understanding.
“I remember what it was like when I first got here. I know it can be tough, especially for people who like keeping some semblance of privacy”, said Aaron.
“Exactly. I love being a part of the team. It’s been what I’ve wanted for years. But you all tell eachother everything. And while I am open with certain parts of my life, there are other parts of me that nobody outside of like 4 people know”, replied Maya fiddling with the ice cream scoop.
“They’re nosy. I’ll give you that. But they’re just trying to help. All the team wants is for everyone to feel like they can be open and talk about their life and any problems they may have”, said Aaron.
“I guess it’s just a personal thing. I never really had anyone these past 10 years or so that I felt I could truly confide in so I don’t feel comfortable opening up to people anymore. But I mean that’s how abusers want you to feel, right? That you’re all alone so that you don’t ever leave”.
A sorrow look appeared on Aaron’s face as he reached his hand out to hold Maya’s.
“Maya, if you ever need anything you know you can come to us, right?”
Maya’s heart fluttered as she said, “I know Hotch, but honestly he’s the reason Mira is in my life. So he did something good, right??”.
“Absolutely, Mira might be a handful just like her mother but we wouldn’t trade you for the world, just like you wouldn’t trade her”, said Aaron truthfully.
Maya smiled, a twinkle in her eye, as the oven beeped.
She opened the oven, the warmth of both the oven and smell of cinnamon permeated.
“Maya, we were in charge of dessert. What did you do?”, asked Hotch as he poured the prepared coffee into the 2 mugs.
“Calm down Hotch. Nothing goes better with ice cream than freshly baked apple pie”, said Maya with a smile.
“You keep feeding us like this and Jack will never want to leave”, replied Hotch.
“And what about you?”, asked Maya.
“What about me?”, questioned Hotch.
“Don’t play dumb with me Agent, it’s not very becoming. Would you want to leave?”, reiterated Maya.
Looking at Maya intently with his smoldering eyes, Hotch said, “No, I wouldn’t want to leave either”, before taking the cups of coffee to the living room.
As he walked away, Maya couldn’t help but notice his back muscles rippling underneath his sweater as he took each step.
“Get yourself under control. His wife died mere months ago”, muttered Maya before she brought the dessert out to everyone.
As the two Hotchner’s left for the evening after a riveting game of Candyland, Maya couldn’t help but wonder whether her and Hotch’s flirty banter was just that or whether they meant he held actual feelings for her.
***
Maya was filling up yet another cup of coffee before she went back to her desk to finish up her last report from the case when Hotch walked in.
“Jack has been talking about how cool Maya is recently”, said Hotch.
“Well, I am cool. So you’ve got a smart kid there”, said Maya smiling as she took a sip.
“We want to have you over and return the favor. And the kids get along great. So come on over this Saturday”, replied Hotch.
“Will do, want me to bring anything?”, asked Maya.
“Just yourself and Mira. After last time, I don’t trust you”, said Hotch.
“You do realize that I’ll bring something anyways”, said Maya with a grin.
Hotch smiled as he shook his head and headed back to his office.
***
“So what’s this Saturday?”, asked Emily.
“I don’t know, your neighbor’s dog’s baptism?”, asked Maya.
JJ snorted and Penelope was so very glad she had waited before taking a sip of her hot tea.
“No it’s your second date with Hotch!”, exclaimed Emily.
“No it’s not! We’re not dating!”, replied Maya loudly.
“But you want to be”, said Em.
Scoffing, Maya rolled her eyes.
“Wait, so what’s happening here?”, asked a confused Penny.
“Notching. I invited Jack and Hotch over as an apology dinner for the diarrheahead fiasco. And Jack and Mira seem to get along well so we’re having dinner at their place on Saturday”, replied Maya.
“And you’re not attracted to the man at all?”, questioned JJ.
“No! Absolutely not! And Hayley just died, what kind of monster do you take me for?”, asked Maya.
“It’s almost been a year Maya”, said JJ at the same time as Emily said, “a monster with eyes”.
“Okay, he might be nice to look at, but I am not into him at all”, stated Maya firmly.
“I don’t know about you guys but, methinks the lady doth protest too much”, said Penelope.
A/N: Mira is pronounced Mee-rah, Mama is pronounce mum-ah. Also please note that the “racist comment” against Hispanics is something that all Desi moms do so I included it solely for that purpose. I do not condone racism, but I wanted to make it accurate to what life is like for a lot of desi women, including myself.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” yelled out Hrishaan.
“I’m sorry, but this is what I want”, said Maya.
“What the hell are you sorry for? We aren’t splitting up. We’re going to live our lives and grow old just like our parents”, spit out Hrishaan.
“But we don’t love each other!”, exclaimed Maya.
To which Hrishaan replied, “Who the hell fucking cares?”.
“I care Hrishaan! I can take the abuse. But I will not be raising a child in this environment. So yes, we will be getting a divorce”, replied Maya, raising her voice.
“You got pregnant? How could you be so fucking careless?”.
“Me? What about you? Did I ask to be raped all those nights? Did you hear me say, ‘yes Hrishaan, please continue to penetrate me as I cry and tell you to stop’”, cried out Maya.
“Don’t talk back to me with all your feminist bullshit. You are not leaving this marriage”, responded Hrishaan.
“Well sadly, I am not living in whatever fantasy medieval world you live in where a woman has no autonomy. So I am leaving” said Maya before she continues to say, “I am tired of this”, her voice breaking as she goes back to packing her suitcase.
Hrishaan reached out and grabbed her wrist in an attempt to stop her, squeezing hard enough to cut off blood flow.
“Let go of me!”, cried out Maya.
“No! If you’re going to act like a petulant child, I’ll treat you like one”, said Hrishaan, his veins bulging out of anger.
“Hrishaan, let go. I can’t feel my wrist, you’re hurting me!” said Maya, her eyes welling up with pain.
“If you even think of telling our parents about this nonsensical idea, I will kill you. Don’t think I won’t”, screamed Hrishaan, furious at his wife’s actions.
“Tell them what? That you’re a narcissistic, abusive asshole?” spit out Maya, tugging her arm away.
“You bitch”, yelled Hrishaan letting go of Maya, the sudden act causing Maya to launch forwards and hit her head against the dresser.
Letting out a yelp, Maya slowly got up.
“Kill me all you want. At least I won’t have to live here with you”, yelled out Maya.
She walked towards the front door, her bags forgotten and blood dripping down her face, as she walked to her car to head to the solace of her cousins home.
She jerked awake to see the whole team staring at her in concern, startled she sat up straight in her seat.
“What’s up guys?” asked Maya.
“Are you okay?”, questioned David.
“Shouldn’t y'all be asking Spencer that? He’s the injured one!”, exclaimed Maya.
“Well from what it sounded like you were being injured as well”, said Derek.
“What do you mean?” asked Maya, cautiously.
“You kept on saying, ‘let go you’re hurting me’ and muttering words while fidgeting. Sounded like you were reliving some pretty nasty stuff”, said Emily.
“Guy, I’m fine. And we’ve all lived through some nasty stuff. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go to the bathroom”, replied Maya, before walking into the tiny airplane bathroom.
She stared into the mirror, willing her heart rate to slow back down.
You are not married to him anymore.
You are safe.
You have Mira.
She is your world.
With her breathing and heart rate slowing down, Maya blotted off the sweat from her face, washed her hands, and left the small airplane bathroom. She headed back towards her seat and saw a cup of coffee prepared just to her liking. She mouthed the words “thank you” to Emily who was sitting across the aisle with her own fresh cup of coffee.
It was then that Penelope’s face appeared on the screen.
“Maya, when were you gonna tell us about your hot doctor cousin?”, asked Penny.
“What? How do you know what my cousin looks like?”, questioned Maya.
“He just dropped off your absolutely precious daughter and told me to tell you to and I quote pick up that damn cell phone of yours”, replied Pen.
Rolling her eyes she said, “and he just left his niece with someone he doesn’t know? What an idiot".
“Hey, but you know me! I can take care of her for a couple of hours!”, exclaimed Pen.
“I know you can Pen! Just remember no sweets and she’s allergic to strawberries and cashews?”, said Maya.
“Got it. Don’t worry about us my love. I will take great care of your daughter. Catch ya on the flip”, said Pen before she hung up.
Maya groaned at the thought of a total stranger, to Mira that is, taking care of her daughter.
“So tell us about this handsome doctor cousin of yours?” says Emily wiggling her eyebrows.
“Handsome my ass. Penelope just got confused because he’s like the one Indian man who is both tall and does not have a unibrow”, said Maya rolling her eyes.
The rest of the team smiles.
“Wait, so you’re Indian? How did we not know that about you?, asked Derek.
“Dude, my last name is Bose. How did you not know that about me?, asked Maya.
Derek just looked confused.
“Bose is the last name of a famous Indian engineer who invented the technology that made the Bose speaker and headphone brand possible. He was on Forbes 400 a couple years ago”, said Spencer.
“See, thank you Spence. Besides, where did you think I was from?”, asked Maya.
“Uh, well you spoke fluent Spanish. So somewhere that spoke Spanish”, replied Derek.
“Huh, my mom always told me I was mistaken for being Hispanic because I was fat. That’ll tell her”, said Maya.
The rest of the team rolled their eyes at what they assumed was yet another self-deprecating joke.
***
“Ma! I missed you”, screeched Mira, running towards her mom.
“Mira baby, I missed you too”, said Maya, squatting down to give her daughter a hug.
“I helped Ms. Penelope do a background check on Jordan!” said Mira with a look of glee on her face.
“You did what?! Penelope you helped my daughter do a background check on the little boy from pre-k she has a crush on!”, exclaimed Maya.
“Mama, he’s my boyfriend! We’re getting married tomorrow at recess!” cried out Mira.
“See, who was I to let her marry a complete stranger?”, asked Penelope, justifying her actions.
“I told y’all she was a handful”, said Maya as the rest of the team smiled.
“Mama, I’m hungry. I want some chocolate chip cookies”, whines Mira.
“We can make some tonight Mir, but I’m not sure I have any food with me”, said Maya.
“But mummy, I’m starving. I need food”, responded Mira.
“I know baby”, said Maya as she began looking through her desk before Mira threw yet another famous temper tantrum.
“Here, I have a granola bar I never ate”, said Hotch, handing Mira the bar.
“I don’t accept food from strangers Mr. Diarrheahead”, yelled Mira, throwing the bar on the ground.
“Mira, apologize now”, yelled Maya.
“I’m sorry Mr. Diarrheahead”, muttered Mira.
“His name is Mr. Hotchner not Diarrheahead, Mira Ananya Bose. And you better remember that”, said Maya sternly.
“I’m sorry Mr. Hotchner. I shouldn’t have called you that. But you could have been trying to poison me, I don’t know you!”, claimed Mira.
The others were just laughing, while Hotch had a smile on his face and Maya’s face carried an expression of both fury and embarrassment.
“Let’s go before you get Mommy fired”, said Maya.
The two said their goodbyes and left but not before Mira had the chance to say, “goodbye Mr. Diarrheahead”, as she waved with a cheeky smile on her face.
That morning began like any other. Well, that was not true. It was a chaotic freakin’ mess. At least it seemed to be, but that was on brand for the Bose family.
Mira Bose was annoyingly just like her mother. Sarcastic, stubborn, and anal retentive, but cute. However, the most important trait the 5 year old got from her mother was her absolute love of sleep. The girl could fall asleep regardless of what she was doing or where she was (like when she fell asleep while potty training and fell off of the toilet which led to her very first trip to the hospital and a bright pink cast). But for some god forsaken reason, Mira had chosen the day before her mother’s first day at her dream job to decide she would develop insomnia. Maya ultimately at 4 o’ clock decided to give her daughter some Benadryl in the hopes of getting at least a 30 minute nap before her first day of work.
And that was how she wound up here. In an overcrowded elevator at 7:08 am, late for her very first day. That was definitely bound to go over great with her new boss, thought Maya with a grimace on her face. At least her daughter was having a better time she thought, wishing that she herself could have been experiencing a Benadryl induced coma.
The elevator doors opened, and Maya rushed out flattening her burgundy skirt, getting out all the nonexistent wrinkles, as she headed towards the doors which held her future. She could feel prying eyes on her frame as she made her way up the stairs to the Special Agent in Charge’s office, Aaron Hotchner. She knocked on the open door and waited for him to look up.
Aaron stood up and walked around his desk.
“You must be Maya, our new agent”, said Aaron, shaking her hand.
“Yes sir, it is a pleasure to meet you”, replied Maya.
“Now I know you already got all of your paperwork out of the way last week, so let’s head out to meet the rest of the team”, responded Aaron, leading Maya out of his office.
The two walked to the round table where everyone was crowded murmuring about what Maya assumed was the new pig out to slaughter. A silence came over the group as the two got closer.
“Everyone, this is Special Agent Maya Bose. Maya, this is everyone”, introduced Hotch.
“Oh my precious Maya, it is so good to see you again”, said Penelope hugging Maya.
“Lovely to see you as well Pen”, smiled Maya.
“And wait, let me guess. Penny told me all about ya’ll”, said Maya.
Her eyes took in the rest of the team before continuing to say, “This has got to be Penny’s chocolate thunder and god from above Derek Morgan”, Derek smiled and winked at Penelope.
“And you are Ms. Emily boobs Prentiss who loves to both sin and win”, Emily chuckled.
“This must be communications liaison extraordinaire and discount finding queen, Jennifer Jureau”, JJ smiles.
“We can’t forget David Rigatoni Rossi; lover of pasta, cigars, and the finer things in life”, David lets out a boisterous laugh.
“And I’m sorry. Penelope didn’t mention you, you are?” questioned Maya, looking at Spencer.
A look of insult and confusion filled Spencer’s face.
Maya grins at his reaction.
“I’m just kidding. This is the amazing Dr. Spencer Reid. Resident genius on…well everything, including something called physics magic”, said Maya.
A look of relief appears on Spencer’s face as the rest of the team chuckles.
“Oh Hotch. I got distracted, but we have a case”, said JJ.
“How bad is it?”, questioned David.
“Florida”, responded JJ with a grimace.
The team let out a collective sigh which confused Maya.
“Well, I hope you are ready, Special Agent Bose”, said Hotch as the team sat down while JJ passed around the tablets containing the case files.
“Three trans women, all brunettes in their early 30’s. All had cigarette burns and were brutally sodomized. All were left in or around dumpsters in downtown Miami. And all the women had their…um breasts cut off”, winced JJ.
“Well the trash is a sign of dehumanizing. The unsub clearly views these women as garbage”, said Derek.
“He might have been slighted or rejected by a trans woman or he himself is battling with his own gender identity and views himself as an abomination for feeling this way”, added Maya.
The team all had various looks of respect and reverence on their faces.
“Okay, wheels up in 20”, said Hotch.
***
“Okay, now that you’ve gotten a moment to breathe, tell us about yourself”, asks Emily.
“You just want to know if I think the boobs live up to Penelope’s description”, smirked Maya.
Emily smiles at the new agent.
“Come on mama, tell us a little bit about yourself”, pushed Derek.
“Down boy”, smiled Maya.
“If you must know…my name is Maya, obviously. I was born and raised in Maryland. I married young, and it did not end well at all. But I did receive the best gift ever from that asshole, my daughter Mira. She’s 5 years old and an absolute pain in my ass. But she’s a literal carbon copy of myself, so I’ve got no one to blame. And um a fun fact, caffeine doesn’t work on me so I am looking forward to these long hours”, continued Maya.
“Hotch also has a 5 year old boy, his name is Jack”, said JJ smiling.
“Well if he’s anything like you Hotch, he must be a lot easier to parent”, said Maya.
“He’s pretty great, but Mira can’t be that bad”, replied Hotch, a smile on his face as he talked about Jack.
“When I was potty training her, she fell asleep on the toilet and fell off. She broke her arm so we went to the hospital. She was asking for ice cream, and I said not now but we can pick some up on our way home. She got so upset that when I left to fill out some paperwork she told the nurses I hurt her. And that got CPS and police involved. And CPS still comes around every now and then. Trust me, she can be bad”, said Maya.
Various snorts of laughter escaped the team.
“Well you said she’s just like you so we should be ever so lucky to have you join us”, said Dave.
“I am most definitely a handful, that’s for sure”, replied Maya.
***
Maya sat down across from her boss and handed him a cup of coffee.
“Thanks, you did good today Bose”, said Aaron.
“Oh, I know” said Maya with a grin on her face.
“It’ll be good to have you on the team. We need someone who can joke around and get along with the worst of people”, replied Hotch.
Maya grinned before saying, “I knew my mom was wrong. I am good for something”.
“You know Hotch, you never did ask me what Penelope said to describe you”, said Maya questioningly.
“What did she say?”, asked Hotch.
“She said that you were the strong, silent leader who gets stuff done. Oh, and that you put the Hot in Hotchner. And well…she wasn’t wrong”, said Maya, looking over Hotch and grinning as she winked, before walking back to her seat. Leaving behind a distracted and blushing Hotch, with a slight grin that couldn’t help but escape as he watched Maya walk away.
“second chances are not given to make things right. but are given to prove that we could be better even after we fall”
Maya Bose can be described in many words, but trusting will never be one of them. After suffering more heartbreak and hurt one deserves before the age of 26, Maya goes back to school in order to turn her life back around. Along the way she ends up at the BAU, where her strict “work is for work, not friendship” policy gets tested. But soon life shows her that, maybe, second chances do exist.
Definitely a vent piece. If you’ve seen my other posts, you know I got broken up with completely out of the blue a month ago. I’ve been dealing with it/processing it/trying to make sense of it ever since it happened, and writing this helped that. Just wanted to say thank y’all for being a community I can share stuff like this with It means more to me than you’ll ever know
Also! I jammed out to “Memories” by Conan Gray and “All You Had To Do Was Stay” by Taylor Swift while writing this, but “Memories” is a shorter title so I went with that instead ahaha
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort (and a happy ending :))
Garcia was the only one who knew. Purely because of the fact that she was with you when you got broken up with.
The two of you were in the middle of a movie marathon when you got the call and the dreaded, “Can we talk? Right now?”
You knew what was going to happen before it did. You had a gut feeling that you couldn’t ignore.
Garcia waited upstairs in her apartment while you met your ex outside on the sidewalk. She watched through her window to be sure you were okay, but she knew you weren’t the second your ex showed up.
“Comeon, Y/N, you have to admit it! We all see you blushing during group meetings, and you stutter when you talk in front of the group. Either you’re terrible at public speaking, or you like one of us.”
Before you could interject, and claim that it was the first option, (it was a bit of both, but you’d rather open one of the plane windows and jump out before you admitted you had a crush on your unit chief), Morgan continued with his signature shit-eating grin, “It’s me, isn’t it?”
You couldn’t help the scoff that escaped your lips, “Yes, Derek. It’s you! Congratulations, you’ve figured it out.”
“I knew it,” He beamed, “I don’t know why you sound so sarcastic right now, but thank you for admitting it.”
You rolled your eyes, a lighthearted sigh escaping your lips, “Derek, no offense, but you have the phrase ‘Alpha Male’ in your instagram bio. You are the person on this plane that I am least attracted to.”
An indignant scoff came from Morgan, as did an appreciative hum from Rossi, but the sound that you solely focused on was the abrupt chuckle from Hotch.
FromHotch.
Everyone on the plane turned to look at him. There was dead silence for a moment, where he tried poorly disguising the sound as a cough, but finally let his hand slip from over his mouth and bit the inside of his cheek so that his half-smile didn’t become a full one.
“I’m sorry,” There was a lilt of amusement in his usually-professional tone that sent your heart soaring, “You caught me off-guard.”
Everyone seemed to realize that making a big deal out of it would only ruin the moment, going back to what they were doing before, but throwing meaningful glances at you. Morgan was the first one to break the silence again, throwing you a teasing pout, “Me too. I really thought I had a shot with you, no?”
“Not a chance.” You couldn’t help the satisfied smile that lingered on your face after getting a laugh from Hotch, though you kept your eyes down at the table, worried your teammates would pick up on it if you glanced back at him.
Eventually the conversation faded back to normal, and you chanced a peek at Hotch. You nearly felt your heart implode as you met eyes with him, the same amused half-smile on his face from when he’d spoken earlier. You felt a rush of adrenaline, holding the eye-contact for longer than you would have in any other situation.
You were rewarded with his full smile, the side of his mouth that he kept in his signature neutral frown curling upwards to match the other. You swore the expression knocked the wind out of your chest, and you weren’t getting it back anytime soon, because he held the eye-contact too.
It was a game of chicken, and you weren’t backing out first.
“Comeon, Y/N, you have to admit it! We all see you blushing during group meetings, and you stutter when you talk in front of the group. Either you’re terrible at public speaking, or you like one of us.”
Before you could interject, and claim that it was the first option, (it was a bit of both, but you’d rather open one of the plane windows and jump out before you admitted you had a crush on your unit chief), Morgan continued with his signature shit-eating grin, “It’s me, isn’t it?”
You couldn’t help the scoff that escaped your lips, “Yes, Derek. It’s you! Congratulations, you’ve figured it out.”
“I knew it,” He beamed, “I don’t know why you sound so sarcastic right now, but thank you for admitting it.”
You rolled your eyes, a lighthearted sigh escaping your lips, “Derek, no offense, but you have the phrase ‘Alpha Male’ in your instagram bio. You are the person on this plane that I am least attracted to.”
An indignant scoff came from Morgan, as did an appreciative hum from Rossi, but the sound that you solely focused on was the abrupt chuckle from Hotch.
FromHotch.
Everyone on the plane turned to look at him. There was dead silence for a moment, where he tried poorly disguising the sound as a cough, but finally let his hand slip from over his mouth and bit the inside of his cheek so that his half-smile didn’t become a full one.
“I’m sorry,” There was a lilt of amusement in his usually-professional tone that sent your heart soaring, “You caught me off-guard.”
Everyone seemed to realize that making a big deal out of it would only ruin the moment, going back to what they were doing before, but throwing meaningful glances at you. Morgan was the first one to break the silence again, throwing you a teasing pout, “Me too. I really thought I had a shot with you, no?”
“Not a chance.” You couldn’t help the satisfied smile that lingered on your face after getting a laugh from Hotch, though you kept your eyes down at the table, worried your teammates would pick up on it if you glanced back at him.
Eventually the conversation faded back to normal, and you chanced a peek at Hotch. You nearly felt your heart implode as you met eyes with him, the same amused half-smile on his face from when he’d spoken earlier. You felt a rush of adrenaline, holding the eye-contact for longer than you would have in any other situation.
You were rewarded with his full smile, the side of his mouth that he kept in his signature neutral frown curling upwards to match the other. You swore the expression knocked the wind out of your chest, and you weren’t getting it back anytime soon, because he held the eye-contact too.
It was a game of chicken, and you weren’t backing out first.
Tags: 18+/NSFW, Aaron being sexy as fuck (yeah that deserves a warning in itself), dom/sub undertones, language, soft smut, biting (a little), fingering, oral (fem receiving), PIV sex, fluff, sweet boy Aaron.
Summary: reader and Aaron have plans to go out on a date for the first time in months… if they can even make it out of the house.
Authors Note: I hope y'all enjoy!! This little one shot was based on this ask(: Feedback is much appreciated. Also this gif??? My gooodddddddd *screeches*
As always, if I’ve missed any warnings, please do not hesitate to tell me (:
It has been exactly two months since your last date with your fiancè, Aaron. Between the serial killers not taking a break, Strauss breathing down Aaron’s neck, and Jack’s early morning soccer games, quality time together was just not in the cards. However after two cases back-to-back, Hotch told everyone to take the weekend off – absolutely no emails, no “mandatory” phone calls, nothing to do with work for two solid days.
With Jack being at Jessica’s house, and Aaron’s promise of a weekend off, you’re finally able to get dolled up tonight and feel cute instead of throwing on an uncomfortable suit and, occasionally, yesterday’s makeup. That’s how you find yourself here, standing in front of the full length mirror in your shared master bedroom. While Aaron is in the shower, you slowly slip into your dress, careful not to disturb your hair and makeup. The dress is a simple sleeveless, knee-length black dress that accentuates the waist and flares out at the bottom – it’s adorable. There’s only one problem though, you can’t zip it without help.
Hearing the shower turn off, you try to zip it for about five minutes until ultimately, you give up; there’s no way you can reach that stupid thing by yourself. Groaning, you take a deep breath and call for your fiancè who’s still in the bathroom.
“Aaron!”
Hearing the doorknob turn, you hold the dress up on your body and tilt your head in the direction of the bathroom. The sight before you nearly makes you drop to your knees – standing there in all his glory is Aaron; his hair is still wet from the shower, and the white button up that’s over his shoulders is left unbuttoned, showing off the water droplets from his hair that have fallen onto his chest, making it glisten in the light. Aaron’s black slacks hang low on his hips, his belt, loose in the loops, is still unbuckled, and he’s barefoot. He looks delicious.
You don’t realize you’re staring until you feel him flat against your back, his hands resting lowly on your hips. You tilt your head as he nuzzles his nose behind your earlobe and nips at the hollow of your throat, causing a soft moan to fall from your lips.
“Enjoying the view, sweetheart?,” he asks, looking up at you in the mirror.
Tilting your head back against his shoulder, you hum with a sigh, “MMMhmmm. Can’t help it.”
He smirks against you, squeezes your hips with his hands, and moves one of them to the front of your dress right below your neck, softly holding it there.
“Aaron,” you breathe, feeling his cock harden from behind you, “I need you to zip my dress up please. We are going to be late for our dinner reservation.”
He takes your hands from where you’re holding dress and releases them, causing the dress to fall to the floor. Moving his hands to cup your breasts, he rolls your nipples between his fingers and growls, “Mmmm, fuck the reservation. I like my dessert first anyway.”
Gripping his hair, you push his head further onto your neck, and a groan ripples through his chest. He moves down your body, hand finding its place inside your panties, and spreads your lips apart with his fingers. You’re embarrassingly wet already, whimpering as he opens you up and slips two fingers between your folds, coating them in your slick.
He hums, and when he brings his fingers up to your lips, your gaze meets his in the mirror as you part them, swirling your tongue around his digits taking them deep in your mouth.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Aaron’s voice is low and rough, a promise of how your night will be spent – splayed across bedsheets with whispers of his name on your tongue – “Such a good girl, sucking on my fingers like that… just like you do my cock.” Taking his fingers out of your mouth he turns your head, forcing you to look at him as he kisses you. It’s softer than what you had expected – warm and wet, and full of love.
You’re too distracted in the kiss to notice his hand moving back down your body, his other gripping the back of your head, fist full of hair as he moves your head how he wants you – facing the mirror. Watching as he slips his middle and ring finger inside your dripping cunt, you bite back a moan busying your bottom lip in between your teeth, and lean your head against his shoulder once more.
“Let me hear you, sweet girl. Don’t hide those pretty sounds from me,” he whispers, his mouth resting softly against your temple.
The next sound out of your mouth is sinful as your hips start to have a mind of their own, thrusting against Aaron’s hand and using every bit of leverage to chase your high. His hot palm suddenly hits your swollen clit and instantly your vision starts to blur – your first orgasm of the night washing over you. Whispers of “fuck, Aaron” and “oh god” roll off of your tongue like butter as you throw your head back – watching, feeling, smelling, and tasting nothing but him as he consumes every one of your senses, splitting you apart on his fingers.
“That’s it,” he breathes, his cock now twitching painfully in his slacks as he helps you ride out your orgasm, “that’s my girl.” Slowly as to not overstimulate you, he slides his fingers out of your pussy and places them in his mouth, moaning as he cleans your release off of them.
Aaron’s holding onto you with his other hand, his arm now placed around your waist grounding you so don’t fall. Taking some deep breaths, you lift your head off his shoulder, a smile gracing your lips as he turns you around and pulls you to his chest.
Aaron’s hands come up to cup your face, his nose brushing against yours. He smells faintly of Irish Spring – fresh bergamot and citrus, with woody undertones. “You’re beautiful, so incredibly beautiful.”
Looking up at him through your eyelashes, a smile creeps up on your face and your cheeks heat up. Even after three years together, he still somehow manages to make you flustered, your heart skipping a beat at his words as he brings you in for another kiss, soft and slow, just like the last.
Wrapping your leg around his thigh, he taps the back of yours, a signal for you to jump and put your legs around his waist. You follow his lead as he picks you up, carries you to the bed, and crawls on top of you.
–
“Hi, sweet girl.” His voice is softer than before, one hand finding a place beside your shoulder as he holds himself up and kisses your nose, caressing the side of your face with the other. Wrapping both arms around his back, you giggle, and bring most of his body weight down on top of you “Hi, handsome.”
Aaron brushes his lips against yours, nipping softly at your bottom one as you open it, inviting him in for a deeper kiss. He takes the invitation with gusto, and smiles against your lips when a moan slips from your mouth. He pulls you closer as his lips trail down your body – your jaw, neck, collarbone, and chest – stopping only to suck a bruise into the soft flesh of the top of your breast.
Your hands find a place in his hair, pulling on it as soft moans fall from your lips, the feeling of his mouth almost enough to send you over the edge. He looks up at you through his lashes and smirks against your skin. “MMmm such pretty sounds you’re making for me” he coos, not bothering to move his mouth from your body as he makes his way down to the top of your panties.
“Aaron,please,” you whine, arching your back as his mouth ghosts over the wet spot on your panties.
He smirks against you, his hands draping themselves over your thighs, “Please what, sweet girl?,” he asks, pushing your panties down your leg, “What do you need?”
“You, Aaron. You,” you plead, “give me your mouth, fingers, co- OH.”
The sudden feeling of his mouth on your pussy breaks you away from your thoughts; his tongue swiping at the wetness between your folds as he looks up at you.
The sight before him is breathtaking: your back is arched, skin flushed and glistening in a thin sheen of sweat as you take your bottom lip between your teeth, throwing your head back with a cry of his name on your tongue. He hums against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body as he fucks further, deeper into you with his tongue, his nose brushing against your clit in the process.
“Ohfuck,” you groan, throwing your head back, “F-feels so good, baby.”
“You like that, sweetheart?,” he asks breathlessly, working his middle and ring finger into you as he raises up, his lips plump and shiny with your slick. Lowering his body down on top of you, he kisses your neck, nips at the hollow of your throat while you run your fingers through his hair.
With a death grip on his dark locks, the words evaporate from your mouth as he continually finds that spot within you, working you to the edge over and over again.
“Aaron”
He smirks against your skin, his thumb coming up and circling your clit, and it causes the tension to snap – waves of pleasure explode throughout your entire body as you come undone around his fingers for a second time that night.
Aaron slows his pace, helping you ride out your orgasm, and kisses his way down your body once more. An intense whine leaves your mouth at the sudden loss of his fingers as he stands to take his own clothes off. He shakes his head and laughs, actually laughs, at your reaction.
“‘s not funny,” you pout, hiding your face in your hands.
He takes your hands in his own, removing them from your face, “Oh but it is,” he smirks, kissing your nose. “You can’t get enough, can you?” He’s smug when he asks, but when you look down and see him lying naked between your legs, you can’t bring yourself to care. His hair is tousled from where you’d been pulling on it, his breathing labored, and he feels warm under your fingertips; he looks relaxed, and really reallysexy.
Aaron runs his cock along your folds pulling you out of your thoughts, and you bite your lip, struggling to find the words.
“I just… want you, always. Please, Aaron.”
“Shh, shh,” he soothes, running his fingers through your soft hair, “Don’t worry, sweet girl, I’ll give you all you want,”
–
“Oh god,” he rasps, tossing his head back as he slowly pushes into you, giving you time to adjust to his size. He knows he won’t last long now, knows that the softness of your skin underneath him will unravel him in a heartbeat. But when your hands grip his shoulders and pull him as close as possible to your body, he puts it in the back of his mind, and works tirelessly to get you off one more time.
Your hips come up to meet his each time, continuing the same rhythm you’ve been so used to in the three years you’ve been together. He holds both of your hands on each side of your head, his tongue licking into your mouth as you sigh, and a smile graces your lips when he kisses you.
“I love you,” he breathes, his lips still attached to yours.
He knows your body better than he knows his own, knows when you’re close by the physical responses of your body, so when your walls flutter around his cock, he moves his hand between you, finding your clit with ease just like he’s done a thousand times before.
A strangled noise of what sounds like his name rolls off your tongue and you hiss, eyes rolling in the back of your head as you’re pushed over the edge one last time. After one, two, three more deep thrusts, his own hips stutter, and he collapses – a shattered breath leaving his chest as he spills himself inside you.
Aaron holds you close, the deep sound of his breathing and heartbeat being the only two things you can hear in the bedroom. As you look up at him through your lashes, a smile graces your lips and you look up to kiss him, soft and slow, just like he loves.
“What was that for?,” he asks, confusion dripping from his voice as he steadily tries to catch his own breath.
