Fighting Fire and Fire

Chapter 1 - Where It Started.

italics are flashbacks.

Aaron Hotchner was many things, one was the leader of a mafia ring around New York, he was it man, the man that the criminal underworld feared. If you made a mistake on his team, you were out of a job, or dead at the bottom of the Hudson river. He sat strong at the head of every meeting. With his hand gripping the crystal glass of whiskey while taking in what every person around the table said. In his burgundy chair.

Everyone listened to what he had to say, he may have been frightening, but he was respectable, reasonable. He listened to everyone, so people have to listen to him, because his words are final. His attention was only split when you entered, holding a silver tray full on new glass of whiskeys and cigars. His lips shyly curled up at the corner, you noticed and tried to hide the blush growing on your face as you went around the table.

"Oh great, you're finally here." One of the men muttered as you placed down a glass and a cigar.

"A thank you, would do just fine..." You sighed, "...Pig." You muttered.

"What did you just call me?" He growled.

"I called you a pig, dipshit." You spoke, continuing to hand out the rest of the glass and cigars.

"Hotchner!" He called out, "You need to get your staff under control." The unpleasant man spat.

Aaron stood up, resting his hands on the table, "First of Gilovich, that's my wife you are insulting, second of all mind your manners." Aaron's eyes narrowed as he stared down the little man.

You let out a small laugh barely over a deep breath, while the rest of the room sat silent. The other men were looking at each other in shock and bewilderment. It wasn't often that you came into the room, it was a rare occurrence on your behalf to enter when he was having his meeting with a various number of men.

The house – mansion – was huge, you could roam for hours and forget where you started. But Aaron's room that he held meetings was close to the entrance meaning that people didn't have to trapse through his house.

You especially loved it when Aaron held a ball, it gave him a chance to do business undercover while still being the public eye. You were able to wear a fancy gown and run around the marble floors in your decadent heels. Hotch could barely keep his eyes off you.

Your job in the business was to be covert, kill the people who spoke too loudly, or to just interference. You were good a most things, to be honest.

"Sorry sir." The unpleasant old man muttered, not looking up to Aaron.

"I think your apology is better spent on Ms. Y/n." He stared at him with the piercing brown eyes, whilst sitting down.

Gilovich hastily nodded and turned to face you, "I'm sorry, Mrs Hotchner, your presence is always welcome, and again, I would like to apologise for my rude comments." He hurriedly spoke, before returning with his head down.

You nodded to the man and walked up to Aaron and handed him a new glass taking the old crystal away from him, you leaned into his ear, facing away from the gentlemen.

"Play nice darling," You whispered, "you wouldn't want them to run away scared now."

Hotch gave a breathy chuckle before you backed away, leaving him with a kiss on the back of his ear. With that you exited the room leaving them to be on their own.

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Aaron could never forget the day that the two of you met, in all honesty he wasn't expecting someone quiet as beautiful, or even a woman at all. He'd heard whispers of a person getting the job done without a squeak, how they made it look like a heart attack, or an accident.