Airing Aaron (HotchxOC)

Bumping and Grinding Thing.

Three weeks seemed to pass effortlessly for the BAU. Rossi was glad to see that his friend was coming to his senses and that he wasn't totally grief-stricken as he dared to smile from time to time while engaging more with the team, and even Jack was glad to have his dad around more and smiling. And the same tale could be told of the floor below where Alessandra worked.

Alessandra had become more carefree; she was even decorating her office again, as she had let it get dirty. However, one massive change was her energy when out with friends. Smiling happily, she was stood with Mariah for a moment as she checked on her friend, who was happily talking to a man on the stool beside her. There was one rule that Alessandra was still not free from, she still couldn't drink alcohol, but that didn't stop her from drinking alcohol-free drinks and at one point, while dancing in the middle of the room, someone wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. Carefully, she turned and caught sight of who it was, and with a smile, she began to dance against him. Soon he turned her around, and she merrily danced still until he dipped his head and tried to land his lips on hers. Contact was shared for a moment, but it startled her as she hadn't expected it.

Fighting his lips off, her hands pushed him away, and she stepped back, but as she did so, her knees wobbled, and the people around her became blurred, their faces distorting as she tried to distinguish what was happening and who was around her. Her hand stretched out to stop her fall, but a large, rough hand caught her and pulled her up. Despite her dazed state, she could hear a few words. 'Over the limit,' the strange man mumbled as he ushered her from the room.

The world was slowly fading from Alessandra's eyes and ears when she noticed that she could only hear her footsteps and the man who had looped her arm around his neck. Alessandra worked in a court; she knew what would come next. She knew what he would want to do, but she couldn't fathom why no one stopped him in the club or at the door when they noticed her wasted state.

Just as the cold wind was winning against her exposed, pimpled skin, she could faintly see a glow of orange before her body was flopped into a small space. He was taking her somewhere else. Panicked, there was one thing that terrified her to the bone. A secondary location. Comedians often made jokes about it, and almost all of the cases she worked on involved the UnSubs going to a secondary location. If she was successfully taken away, then there was every chance she wouldn't make it out alive, and there was nothing she could do about it, but before she gave up, her eyes began clearing for a moment in the dark.

Unable to see clearly, Alessandra pulled her phone out of her pocket and brought the screen as close to her face as she could. Someone, anyone who lived close and worked for the FBI would do. The police wouldn't do anything in time.

Back in the club, Mariah felt her wrist shake, and she glanced at the watch; it was a new-fangled one that let the wearer set an alarm whenever they needed to. And as the alarm to go rang, she thanked George, the man she had been exchanging saliva with all evening, as she looked around for her friend but try as she might, not even one redhead could be spotted. Since Mariah began working as a secretary for Alessandra, there was one critical fact that she knew about the woman. She was always on time, if not early. Unless she was physically prevented, but she would have given a warning.

Feeling worried, she approached the closest bartender and tried to ask if he had seen a ginger woman talking to anyone, but he shook his head before scurrying off to work for the next paying customer. When none of the bartenders could help past her ordering some tonic water or mocktails, she walked out to the bathroom and looked around for a sign of her bouncing hair that had been curled tightly for their night out or her skirt that stood out. Mariah smirked at the memory of her friend, turning up at the club and meeting her outside, where she was called a slutty Rupert Bear in the little pleated skirt.