Airing Aaron (HotchxOC)

Hip Hop and Not Very Happy.

Monday was usually a quiet day for Alessandra, who was due to work from home, but after an hour-long lecture courtesy of the director himself, she was left boiling over with rage as she slipped her shoes on and strapped Ellamae into her car seat. 'You can't leave this for another moment. You cleared this team weeks ago, and they are already crumbling under the pressure. Are you sure you should be working after having your baby? Something has changed,' he said condescendingly, and she was mortified.

By the time she was at the FBI, she was flaming. But as she caught sight of her reflection, she noticed her slightly greasy hair that was starting to get frizzy and her clothes that were the last clean, dry clothes she owned. They looked cute, sure, but she was standing in work, wearing jeans and a striped shirt-like top that looked beachy. It wasn't professional, and her open-toed sandals were anything but appropriate for a workday, but she hadn't been left with a choice. It couldn't wait, he said. So she wasn't going to let it wait.

Stepping out on the sixth floor, she speedily walked through to the bullpen, where the team stopped in their tracks at her appearance. Garcia was standing beside Prentiss' desk with a smile that had quickly dropped as they all slowly realised the scowl on Alessandra's face was aimed at Hotch's office. 'Hey, is everything okay?' Garcia asked quickly, trying to calm her down before anything terrible happened.

'Yes, thank you. Can you hold Ella for me?' She asked quickly. There was one promise she made to herself when she first held her baby; she would not normalise shouting for her daughter. No child should have to grow accustomed to raised voices.

Garcia happily took the baby from her arms with a smile, and immediately the baby spat the dummy out of her mouth and began crying, but JJ had managed to catch it in time and put it back in. Alessandra hated leaving Ellamae with other people, but it was becoming more common, and she was learning to smile through the ache in her chest to never put her baby down.

Once outside Hotch's office, however, her concern stopped as she heard a childish laugh, and Emily cheered at whatever she had done to elicit a reaction. Her knock on Hotch's office had been drowned out for her, but his voice clearly beckoned her in and instantly, he knew he had done something to annoy her. Her face had physically contorted into rage. 'Hello, Noble. It's lovely to see you again, and I also want to thank you for what you did for me. You didn't have to do what you did. And you put a lot of effort into it,' he spoke, hoping to calm her emotions, but it did nothing to change her body that was radiating heat.

'I don't know what you're talking about-'

'You cleaned my apartment. Thank you. It smells lovely too, and the plant is growing so fast I might have to buy another pot soon,' he spoke matter-of-factly. But she didn't hear his words, not really. She was spitting at his entitlement to talk over her.

'Doesn't sound like something I would do,' she snapped, 'now, do I need to make you write a list of all my good qualities to make you realise how great I am? It worked with the team before,' she paused to take a calming breath. 'Don't talk over me,' she seethed.

'It'd be a short list.' Hotch's eyes immediately widened as he realised what he had said, and in that moment, he realised his uncontrolled tongue had gotten him into a lot of trouble. He watched as her heart became eerily calm, and she breathed with devilish exactness. 

'You can't do your job, I got a call today from the director, and he is not happy. My job is being questioned because you can't get your people in check. When a document is done wrong, it is your place to get them to do it again. Check for signatures, and do not let the members go off and do their own thing! It isn't professional,' she spoke, no emotion in her voice.

Hotch wasn't sure where to go. Every time they spoke, it was like fire and ice. Like they were so severely different, and yet they were being forced to work together. But from time to time, a glance or look would pass between them, and he was left feeling like she was an old friend; Hotch realised he felt that way after he spent a Sunday working with her and watching as she played with her sweet little girl. But in that moment, he felt like there was no safe way out. So he was going to take him with her. 'By the sounds of it, you're the one failing to do your job,' he stated as he moved around the desk and closed his blinds. The team outside saw this move, and they also noticed how Alessandra didn't even turn to watch what he was doing, but she was dangerously standing in front of his desk.