❝ 𝕸𝖞 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖐𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖊❞
Aaron Hotchner x OC
Inspired by Taylor Swift's songs.
I do not own any Criminal Minds character, only the ones I created.
TW: Mentions of childhood traumas and child abuse.
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The coffee shop was calm and peaceful, not very crowded that late spring wednesday. The place wasn't fancy, and that felt actually nice for Dior, as she enjoyed the warm sunrays that came through the big window placed by her right side, a few tables over.
It had been three very hectic weeks since they came back, and she returned to her calm demeanor and peace of mind little by little. There still was an unsettling feeling, but she tried not to pay it much attention as she resumed work. Which was, by the way, quite a lot and demanding. Specially since she had to pick up with a lot of things that were not taught, since she was away from the city with the team those classes.
Aaron, on the other hand, was as busy as her, if not more. The problem that meant having a consultant, who wasn't an agent, doing part of their jobs, took a lot of time and meetings to get solved. So, all he could do those days was texting with her when he was available, and wait for her answer, one that could come in between the minutes after or hours later. But he wasn't mad. Both their jobs required a lot of commitmentfrom both of them, and took up a large part of their time. Still, they found a way to find at least some free time to finally share that promised coffee.
And there was Dior, waiting for him inside the shop where they agreed to meet. From where she was sitting, she could easy watch everyone coming in and out, and be easily spotted aswell. So, she sat and patiently waited for Aaron to appear, drawing a few little quick sketches on a napkin with the only pen she could find in her chaotic handbag.
The man made his way through the doors a few minutes later, spotting her almost instantly. The golden light made her skin glow and gave her an angelic aura, and, as was becoming his habit, he wished for nothing more than to just drawn in her. So, he made his way to her table. She looked up at the shadow dancing at the top of her vision, instantly smiling with joy.
"Hey! You came!"
He smirked "Of course. Sorry I'm late".
"Oh, don't worry, Hotch. It was just by a few minutes".
"Yeah, a few minutes, and yet you were able to do all of these" he joked, picking up her mistreated napkin, full of little sketches. Some of people and some of objects, like a broken cup a waitress left on the wood couter or the flower vase placed between them, adorned with a yellow freesia.
"It's not like those require too much time to get done, agent".
"Do one of me, then" he challenged, handling her a clean napkin.
