Airing Aaron (HotchxOC)

On Their Case.

Sat around the conference table, the BAU avoided eye contact as they began their job. 'Four men have all been found dead. Stabbed to death outside Georgia Aquarium, they were found a week apart each time. To begin with, they thought it was a collection of different murders until they realised that the knife wounds were identical in location, length and depth. It's the same weapon,' Garcia informed them.

'Stabbing is an alternative to a sexual act, but the precision doesn't strike me as being sexual,' a woman with dark hair and gleaming eyes remarked. Emily Prentiss.

As if only just noticing her there, a blonde woman with blue eyes and a body Alessandra could admire shifted the tablet in her hand to face the legal aid. However, with a grimace and shake of her hands and head, Alessandra refused to look at the crime scene photos, and instead, she looked around the room, studying each of their faces.

They were easy for her to name, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner and Derek Morgan. She'd read their files, and their paperwork had come across her desk thousands of times over the years she had worked in her department, but she never saw their faces. Other than the odd, unknowing passing in the corridors or while in the lift. The tall, lanky man with brown hair was one she recalled. Reid had been walking with Prentiss, a mask was strapped to his head, and he held a pumpkin trick-or-treat tub. He spoke, a lot, about All Hallows Eve.

'If that is everything, then when we land, I want Prentiss and Morgan down at the aquarium; Rossi and JJ, you can all canvas local businesses and homes. The local police haven't done it yet. Ask about each of the dates. I will go with Reid to the station and set up there. Wheels up in thirty,' Hotch announced as he stood with unexpected vigour and checked his phone to see no notifications. Or rather, no notification he wanted. 'Agent, sorry I didn't catch your name. Are you ready to leave now, or do we have to delay our departure?'

Her response was to nod and wave him off before she dialled a number and stepped out of the room. She looked like a lawyer, turned her nose up at them like a lawyer, and her dress was out of a handbook called "Lawyer 101", with the professionally unfitted dress that hugged none of her curves and made her look boring and bland. She was totally forgettable. Only her threat to the team was totally unforgettable, and none of them could get her out of their mind.

A minute before their thirty minutes was up, the new arrival stepped onto the jet in a completely black suit and heels. A very different outfit from what she was wearing when she left the office earlier. 'This isn't a fashion show,' Derek snarked as he watched her sit in the empty seat next to Rossi, opposite Reid and Hotch.

Despite their opinions, the outfit change wasn't expected. While on the phone, Alessandra was in her office, talking, when she noticed a wet feeling. With the fuss of starting work again, meeting with section chiefs and unit chiefs, she had grown painfully ready to feed her baby, and she was slowly coming to the end of her post-delivery bleeding, but the blood had soaked through all the same, and so had her milk. Her time at the office was then spent cleaning herself and storing milk for when she left again, and the baby would need bottles.

Silence settled through the jet as they tried to avoid saying anything in front of the woman they knew was surveying them. Her eyes were made even more judgemental as she took her contact lenses out and pushed glasses on, eyeing up a document she pulled from her bag. 'Erin informed me that you have just returned from leave. Did you get up to much?'

Alessandra worked with a lot of teams, she would walk in, make them feel awkward, and then she would talk shit about them in a formal report. For a few weeks, she would have to spend more time studying their reports before everything went back to normal, and she could fuck with the psyche of another team in much the same way. And it was for that reason, she didn't want to open up to the BAU. They didn't need to know her, and she didn't need to know them. However, there was one thing she noticed. Rossi and Strauss liked to look at each other and share smiles; Rossi also called her by her first name.