Aeipathy

CHAPTER 6.

TW: Mature language, mentions of alcohol consumption.

Flopping down on your sofa the next morning, you find yourself grinning at the thought of last night as you look through the many pictures that had been taken to document the events of the evening. You insisted on using your Polaroid camera to capture most of the evening, the walls of your apartment were littered with small snapshots of your life; the team, your friends outside of work, nature, anything that made you feel at peace. Your apartment, much like your appearance was how you expressed yourself and it was your sanctuary.

Looking through the photos, Hotch plays on your mind. He looked good last night, so much so that you had to fight with yourself to stop stealing glances at him. You knew it was wrong to think about him like that, but it was nearly impossible when the man looked that good. Especially his hands, the prominent veins and the polished silver Rolex that sat on his wrist making him look even more attractive. Pulling out a photo of the both of you laughing at Spence's attempts to beat Derek at a game of snooker, you think back to the conversation at the table.

"You did good, you did good, Pais". 'Pais'. Not Selwyn, not Paisley, Pais. As you repeated it, it sounded strange at first, or at least it did until you imagined Hotch being the one saying it and then it felt right. Did he realise the significance of giving you a nickname? The very word is defined as 'a substitute for the proper name of a familiar person and often used to express affection, it is a form of endearment and amusement'. Surely he must have done, he wasn't the type of person to do that sort of thing, something that..intimate. Plus, he knew you weren't one for your name being shortened by just anybody. Was he trying to say something, to tell you something? Of course he isn't you tell yourself, he's your superior for God's sake. Pushing thoughts of your boss to one side, you carried on about your weekend. Despite your plans not being thrilling, you were looking forward to them nonetheless. You had dedicated the time to catch up on much needed sleep and general self care and you were incredibly glad of the opportunity. Always valuing time to yourself, you couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed that the weekend vanished at a frightening pace.

Flipping through the information brochure, you don't bother looking up at JJ who speaks to you "Spence tells me you've picked lecturing for the last module of your doctorate?". The team, well you JJ, Prentiss, Morgan and Reid were currently sitting at the round table on your lunch hour, which was a rare occurrence with your schedules, you were nearly always working a case, or too swamped with paperwork. Garcia was hidden away in her lair doing who knows what, Rossi out for some fancy lunch and Hotch locked away in his office.

"Yeah, figured it couldn't be too difficult and the genius himself has offered to help me prepare in the library so it seems like a win win if you ask me" you reply to her as you finally stop reading and look up at the faces around the table "what? It's not like he's writing my thesis, I'm just being resourceful and making the most of what's available, y'know?" you defend yourself, shrugging your shoulders.

"Oh so you'll accept Reid's help, but not mine? You wound me pretty girl" Morgan teases, throwing an empty bottle at you, which you catch effortlessly and throw it into the bin, but not before you roll your eyes at him, sending him a cheeky smile as you do.

Disconnecting herself from JJ's embrace, Emily stands and crosses to you, picking up the brochure you were reading and scans over the information, before discarding it and spinning the chair you were sitting in toward her, clearly she could sense your apprehension. "You'll do great Paisley, you'll hit every inch of this criteria, I doubt you even need Reid's help and besides, it's not like you need another qualification to prove yourself, you've earned your place here" she tells you and you find that you have to force yourself to hold her gaze so you give nothing away.