Use Me, Sir. || Aaron Hotchner x Reader

|13| Intimate With The Devil

"Nothing can be loved or hated unless it is first understood."
- Leonardo Da Vinci

   It was only 5:30 in the morning and I was already driving my way into the pits of hell. Today was the day that Hotch and I flew to Sicily and I was everything but ready. I had been going through each stage of grief for the past few hours but I had just landed on denial. There was no way I was staying with Aaron Hotchner for a week and it also wasn't helping that we had to leave so damn early in the morning.

   Don't get me wrong, I'm quite the morning person. Sometimes. Maybe like once a month—or once a year. Okay maybe I'm not a morning person, but still. This morning was the one I hated the most out of every morning I've ever lived.

   My hair was thrown into a lazy bun and the sweater I was wearing was bound to get too hot if I wore it for too long. I had already nearly cried trying to take my highly overpacked suitcase to my car and I was about to cry again if something bad happened. The only thing really keeping me going was the coffee I had which took way too long to be ready.

   I parked my car in the far corner of the parking lot and quickly locked it twice for good measure. A groan of frustration slipped from my lips as I once again struggled to take out my suitcase. A part of me was grateful no-one was really here this early, but part of me was upset there was no-one around to help.

   After a few impatient attempts at retrieving my suitcase from the trunk of my car, I finally got it out. I sighed a muffled "Thank god.", as I slightly huffed.

   I began rolling my black suitcase to the elevators. I wasn't ready. I kept trying to tell myself that everything was going to be okay, it was just a simple case, but I couldn't help but think it was so much more than that. It was a case with Hotch is what it was.

   Hotch was mind-boggling and I hated him. I hated him, I hated him, I hated him. He was so domineering, so overpowering. Yes it was his job as my boss, but I'd always thought he had a special hatred with me.

   It would be days, weeks, months, that would pass with our burning hatred continuing, but I could never quite put my finger on where everything began. I guess I just showed up at the BAU, strong and brazen, and was just immediately targeted by him. God I remember my first day at the BAU.

   I was slightly nervous, partly because it was a new job, but partly because I knew I was going against my dad's wishes. I wanted to make a fairly good impression since my reputation was everything to me. That day I had worn a pair of black trousers with a fitted dusty blue top. I thought I looked relatively professional for someone newly entering the F.B.I.

   The week before, I had my interview with Strauss and I was unable to meet the members of the team. I believe they were on a case. Somewhere in Memphis, I'm not quite sure. Regardless, I was still extremely nervous to be putting myself in a new environment, especially one where I wasn't fully in charge.

Strauss walked me around the office and I met everyone on the team except Hotch. Derek was still his cheery flirtatious self that he was today, just more professional about his comments. Rossi was just as kind and accepting as well as Spencer who I had quickly found a mutual trait of the love of poetics. Emily, JJ, and Garcia were the ones who had really made me feel welcome though. Garcia, specifically, made sure she gave me a coffee and hug every morning of my first week as she spilled random gossip to make me feel like I had been apart of the team for longer than I had.