The Stuggle of Loving You | a. hotchner | ✔

Chapter 39

"Okay come on, let's check this out before I get a call in the morning." He lifted me off his lap and we hopped in the shower, washing what was left over from the night.

The stress rolled off of us in a sense, the whole time we laughed and bonded even more than we already had.

He told me that Sean was coming soon but he didn't know the exact date. Apparently his brother pulled himself together and is completely different from when he last spoke to him.

From what he told me he was proud of him, especially because of their past but he didn't speak of that.

"I just wanna sleep", I groaned and sprawled out on the bed. He cocked his head to the side and watched me with a smile on his face.

"Baby you said you'd help me and I'm holding you to your word."

"Fuck my word, I wanna sleep. I want you to cuddle and hold me." I pulled on his hand and he sat next to me.

"Trust me when I say I want that to", Aaron leaned down and peaked my lips and hugged me. "but we need to get this done, there will be plenty of kisses and cuddles afterwards... okay."

I pouted and got up, "Fine, but you have to carry me." Turning him to face outwards I climbed on his back and he walked to his study, sitting me on the desk I got off and he settled in the chair.

Getting into his lap he let out a small groan when I got comfortable. Opening the computer he went into full profiler mode which meant I couldn't really make jokes, I needed to be 'serious.'

I laid my head on his shoulder and his hand rested on his waist.

His face set in almost a scowl, the lines between his eyebrows became more pronounced as he ran his eyes over the words on the screen. It was a police report about two John Doe's found in two different locations, one at an apartment building and the other in a law firm.

Along with the John Doe's there were five identified victims. The two men were estimated between thirty to twenty five years old.

There wasn't much to go on for victimology since the bodies were unidentifiable. "There's not much we can do here Aaron."

"Why do you say that?", he glanced at me before returning his gaze to the screen. "For starters there's no victimology, we can't profile on what he likes. All we have is the cause of death."

"And what's the COD?", he asked, taking this as a learning opportunity for me. As a young profiler I still had a lot to learn when applying the skills I've learned. Which he had been trying to subtly teach me for a few years now. It was working too, everyone on the team noticed.

They were impressed with my knowledge with my age, other than Reid but he was a genius.

"To me they seem like unintentional death from an arsonist." He tilted his head to the side and looked at me, "Are you sure about that, think about what a profile for an arsonist is then look again."

I racked my brain, Aaron already knew the answer but he waited patiently for me to understand. "Well arsonists are usually introverted, they set fire to secluded areas like warehouses. Most deaths are unintentional."

He nodded his head, silently telling me I'm correct.

"So, how many bodies were there?"