Dirty Little Secret

(7)Chocolate

Three weeks after the last chapter

"Our secret moments in your crowded room

They've got no idea about me and you

There is an indentation in the shape of you"

- Dress Taylor Swift

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The last three weeks have been hell for the team. We had back-to-back cases and Gideon disappeared halfway through our first case. This meant that we all had to work twice as hard to compensate for our absent colleague. No one has talked to him since. Everyone has tried to contact him, including myself, but it just goes straight to voicemail. I can tell that his absence is throwing the team off a lot, but it is affecting Spencer the most.

With everything going on, Hotch and I had to talk about us. We did manage to find some time after our first case, but that got cut short because we got called to Boston, which is where we are currently flying home from. Most of the plane is asleep, except for Harper, Spencer, Hotch, and me. Emily and JJ are asleep, cuddling on the couch. (I'm pretty sure that something is going on between the two of them.) Harper, Spencer, Derek, and I are sitting at the table. Harper and Spencer are talking about who knows what. Derek is asleep beside me with his headphones on, and I'm reading Mondays Not Coming Home because I haven't had any time to read it again since the first case. Hotch is sitting at the back of the plane, so any time I look up I make eye contact with him.

I'm in the middle of a sentence when I feel my phone vibrate. I check my phone to see who's texting me.

Bossman: Do you want to do something tonight? Dinner? Movie? Something else 😏?

I smile at the text and put my book on the table to text him back.

Me: Aaron Hotchner are you flirting with me?

Bossman: I'm attempting to. Is that okay?

I let out a little laugh and replied.

Me: Yes. That is more than ok. How about a movie at my place? I don't really feel like going out, but your company is always welcomed.😉

Bossman: Are you flirting with me now?

I couldn't help but smile as I read the message. I was secretly grateful that no one was awake because I was clearly texting someone, and it didn't take a profiler to figure out that I liked them.

Me: Yes I am.

Bossman: You dirty girl.

Me: So is that a yes?

Bossman: Yes, but doesn't Harper live with you?

I looked down at my phone, confused by the question he asked.

Me: Yeah?

Bossman: Do you know if she's going to be home or is she going home to Spencers?

I looked up at Hotch and gave him a confused look, but he just smiled back at me and looked back at his phone. I went back to texting him, still very confused about his motives.

Me: I don't know. Why?

Bossman: Because the things I want to do to you will have you screaming and I don't think Harper would be very happy to hear your boss fuck you till you can't walk.