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Chapter Five - Phone number

Third Person's POV

'Good morning Garcia.' Hotch said as he walked into her bat cave the next day with the large cup of coffee and croissant he had bought her. He had a welcoming smile on his face which was completely opposed to the look of horror on hers.

'Sir.' She said slightly shakily as he handed her the coffee and little brown bag with the pastry in it.

'I brought you a coffee and a croissant since I remembered you liked the-'

'Oh my god you're dying.' She interrupted him, jumping to her feet and placing the drink and bag on the desk.

'What?' Hotch replied completely confused, the same blazay smile on his face and a look of confusion in his eyes. 'I'm not dying Garcia.'

'Oh my god Derek.' She said beginning to freak out as Hotch took grabbed her arm to try and calm her down.

'Penelope, Derek's fine.'

'Emily?'

'What-'

'Oh my god JJ- is it Henry?'

'Penelope-'

'Jack? Wait no if it was Jack then you'd be with him.'

'Garci-'

'Oh my god am I dying?'

'Garcia!' He spoke with authority, drawing her attention back to him as she looked at him with wide eyes. 'Nobody's dying Garcia and nothing is wrong.'

She froze for a second, looking at him with a similar expression to that of a lost puppy. 'But you brought me a coffee.' He nodded. 'And a croissant.' He nodded again. 'And you were smiling.'

Hotch nodded slowly one last time, pulling away from Garcia and gently tugging on his shirt sleeves like he was nervous. 'I was just, umm, I was just wondering if I could have your friend's number.' He mumbled quietly as he broke eye contact to look at her screens, choosing to ignore the Dungeons and Dragons-like game she was playing during work time.

'Oh.' Garcia spoke quietly as a dawn of realisation spread over her. 'Sir, are you nervous?' He simply cleared his throat and looked up at her through lowered eyebrows as he faced downward. 'Oh my god you're nervous!'

'That's quite enough 'oh my gods' for today, Garcia.' Hotch replied in his usual monotone, attempting to portray authority and professionalism, but for perhaps the first time in his life looking quite the opposite.

'That's not what you're going to be saying to Y/N!' She giggled as she looked at him, quickly changing her tune as she saw his stone-cold glare. 'Sorry sir. One phone number coming up.' She spoke politely as she turned to her computer, tapping out on a few keys before the printer burst into action. Moving away from him, she picked up the piece of paper from the printer and neatly folded it in half. 'Home and mobile, sir.'

'Did you just hack her number?' He spoke slightly confused.

'It's not hacking if you know it anyway. It's just easier to print it off from my computer.' She spoke quietly with a shoulder shrug.

'Mhm.' Hotch replied slightly unconvinced as he reached out and took the paper from her as she eagerly held it out. 'Thankyou Garcia.' He spoke before turning to leave the room, clearing his throat once again. Just before he opened the door, he turned his head back slightly. 'Oh, and Garcia.'

'Yes sir.' She said as she looked up at him, quickly minimising the game that she just noticed on one of her screens.

'Please can you keep this between us.'

'Yes sir.'

'Thanks Garcia.' And with that he left her batcave, closing the door just in time to block out her screech of joy from the other side of the door. Looking down at the piece of paper in his hand he smiled before the corners of his mouth turned down instantly into a frown as he realised he had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to say.

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'What've you got there?' Rossi said as he walked through the open door into Hotch's Office later that afternoon, seeing him sat looking thoughtfully at a piece of paper. As he had entered the room he briefly overheard Reid mention that Hotch had been staring at the same piece of paper for the last ten minutes. Closing the door behind him, Rossi moved to sit in the chair across from Hotch as he seemingly jumped up from a trance, quickly grabbing the nearest file and shoving the paper he was looking at into it randomly.

'Just paperwork.' He said flatly as he regained his composure.

'Paperwork?' Rossi said with his signature smirk. 'Has paperwork got a name?'

Looking up from his desk Hotch met Rossi's eyeline, quickly deciding that he could in fact do with a hand. 'It's Y/N.' He said as he reached into the file and pulled out the piece of paper with your numbers on it, quickly flashing it to Rossi before placing it on the desk in front of him.

'Oh. I didn't realise you'd got her number.' He said with a grin.

'I didn't... I asked Garcia this morning.'

'Oh really?' Hotch just hummed in response, moving his eyes across the paper in his hand. 'But you don't know what to say.'

Looking up from the paper, Hotch sighed heavily, his strong shoulders dropping slightly as he leaned forwards to rest his elbows on the desk. 'The last time I asked someone on a date I was seventeen.' He admitted with a slight huff. 'I haven't got a clue how it works now. I barely had any idea back then.'

'Aaron, relax.' Rossi chuckled as he looked across at the usuallly very put-together and fully grown man in front of him who was scared to ask someone on a first date. That's a new colour on him, he thought. 'She liked you. Chances are she'll be hoping you asked Garcia for her number. Whatever you say doesn't really matter, just ask her out. She'll say yes Aaron- she likes you.'

Hotch bit down slightly on his lip, pulling out his phone and typing your mobile phone number into it carefully. Looking up to Dave before typing, he writes a quick message and presses send before he could change his mind, a small ping sounding from his phone to signify the message had been sent before he placed his phone back on the desk, breathing an audible sigh of relief.

'That a boy.' Rossi smiled as he stood up and walked from Hotch's office, quickly glancing the team watching him before they look away instantly as they lock eyes. For a bunch of Profilers you'd think they'd cover up better he chuckles to himself as he leaves Hotch's office, closing the door behind him as he delivers him a wink. Just as he does, a text message pops up on Aaron's phone.