Criminal Minds One-Shots

a Change of Pace

In the heart of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, the introduction of Y/N Annette "Annie" Coleman, a fresh recruit with a sharp mind and an impressive background, quickly became a topic of intrigue and admiration among her colleagues. As a probationary member, Annie's task was to prove herself over the next two years. Her arrival brought a new energy to the team, and while each member of the BAU was attentive to her skills and potential, none were more affected than Aaron Hotchner.

Hotchner, the stoic and respected Unit Chief, initially saw Annie as just another addition to his team—a promising analyst who needed time to acclimate and earn her place. Yet, as weeks turned into months, something shifted within him. His professional demeanor began to soften whenever Annie was around.

One particularly busy day, the team was knee-deep in a case involving a string of kidnappings. Annie was in her element, piecing together clues and offering insights that were proving crucial. Hotchner, who usually kept his emotions in check, found himself increasingly drawn to her passion and intelligence.

During a brief break in their chaotic schedule, Hotchner approached Annie as she was studying a wall covered in evidence photos. "Annie," he said, his voice unusually gentle, "you're doing great work. Your insights have been spot on."

Annie looked up, her eyes meeting his. "Thank you, Hotch. I just hope I'm making a difference."

"You are," he assured her, though his heart felt an unfamiliar flutter. He quickly diverted his gaze to hide his growing feelings. "Keep it up."

As days passed, Hotchner's admiration for Annie grew stronger. He found himself lingering in conversations longer than necessary, and his mind often wandered to thoughts of her outside of work. He began noticing the small things—her laughter during team meetings, the way she furrowed her brow in concentration, and the quiet moments when she showed vulnerability.

One evening, as the team wrapped up another long day at the office, Hotchner watched Annie from across the room. She was gathering her things, her shoulders slightly slumped from exhaustion. He felt an irresistible urge to reach out.

"Annie, wait a moment," he called out, his voice tinged with concern.

She turned, her tired smile brightening when she saw him. "What's up, Hotch?"

"I was thinking—maybe you should grab dinner before heading home. You've been working non-stop, and it's important to take care of yourself."

Annie hesitated, clearly touched by the offer. "I don't want to be a bother."

"It's not a bother," Hotchner said, his tone more insistent than he intended. "Let me take you out. It'll be good to get some fresh air and relax for a bit."

She nodded, her smile widening. "Alright. Dinner sounds nice."

As they walked to a nearby restaurant, Hotchner struggled to maintain his usual composure. He was acutely aware of every interaction, every laugh, and every shared glance. It was clear to him that his feelings for Annie were more than just admiration—they were edging toward something deeper.