Aeipathy

CHAPTER 8.**

TW: Typical case briefing, mature language, mentions of weapons, a stalker, significant injury, blood/gore and murder/death. Case based off 4x23.

TW: Smut; Oral (male and female receiving), fingering, a little bit of overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids) spanking, swearing, daddy kink, hair pulling, biting. This is yet another reminder that there is an age gap.

Just as you were making your way back to the conference room, stacks of paper in hand, you felt someone grab at your elbow, pulling you to the side of the hallway. Turning to face whoever it was, you let out a sigh of relief knowing that it wasn't Hotch ready with another string of petty comments and reproachful looks.

"Look I know this might be a bit forward, but I was wondering if you'd maybe want to get a drink with me sometime?"

"Things are quite hectic with the case right now, but how about we settle for a rain check, Detective Fulbert?"

"I had a feeling you'd say that, but yeah a rain check sounds good to me, and please" he pauses and places a hand on your shoulder, "call me Liam".

"Alright then Liam, are you ready to listen to this profile?". After a long session of bouncing various theories and ideas off one another, Hotch decided that the team was ready to give a profile. Reid had made it significantly easier by noticing the unsub's preference for targeting red convertibles and it was from that point onward that everything had finally started to come together.

Seeing you walk into the squad room with Detective Fulbert, or Liam, as he insisted you called him, you see four of your team members share a look amongst each other, before turning back to you, smug looks written on all their faces. "So come on, tell us, what did you tell him, yes or no?" Prentiss enquires, nudging your side, teasing glint in her eyes.

"Told him I'd rain check" you mumbled, you really didn't want to have this conversation, at least not right now when Hotch was in a foul mood and you were all minutes away from delivering the profile.

Morgan looked at you, eyebrows raised, a smug look written all over his face. "I think you owe me money, Prentiss"

"Alright, fine, fine" she huffs out in response, fishing the money out of her pocket, sighing as she reluctantly handed it over.

"Only five dollars, Em? I bet ten so pay up" JJ tells her, smile evident in her voice.

"And just what are we placing bets on?" Rossi queries as he leans over between the two of them to get a better look at the money exchanging hands.

"Nothing you need to worry about" you reply hastily, wanting the topic of conversation to change to literally anything but the encounter you'd just had. It wasn't that being asked on a date was a bad thing, it just wasn't what you were looking for. Yes Liam was attractive, but he just wasn't doing it for you, something was missing. In short, he wasn't Hotch.

"Fulbert asked her on a date. We all bet on if she'd say yes or not." Reid informs him and you can Rossi him smile in realisation, making a show of shaking his head at the ridiculous antics.

Upon hearing someone clearing their throat behind you, you turn around and are met with a stony faced Hotch staring back at you. Yet again he had appeared out of nowhere, unannounced. Internally bracing yourself for a reprimand, you were surprised when you didn't receive one.

"Once you've all finished placing bets on Selwyn's dating life, we have a job to do and a profile to deliver." Hotch's clipped tone cuts through the room, putting the light-hearted conversation to an abrupt end, marching away from the group toward where the team would be giving the profile. Exchanging looks with the rest of your team, you all begin to follow Hotch over to where you'd be giving the profile and choose to stand as far away from him as possible, putting some distance between the both of you, you'd clearly pissed him off for some reason and didn't want to be near him when he was in such a foul mood.