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~Closet~

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I blinked my eyes rapidly, slowly becoming accustomed to the dark, hazy lighting of the cramped storage room, my arms folded tight as I hugged myself, cautious of the close proximity between me and the man who had unexpectedly dragged me into a closet for no apparent reason. Turning around, Hotch stared down at me, breathing heavily as he adjusted the sleeves on his shirt. He was nervous. I raised a brow as he stared at me, all previous feelings leaving me as I watched him run a hand through his hair and loosen his collar. This was going to be important.

"What is it?" I questioned, searching his eyes for any clues lurking beneath the murky brown surface. He opened his mouth to speak, before tensing as a light patter of footsteps could be heard from outside the closet. A few seconds passed before a distant door slammed, silence. "So?" I prompted, considering shaking him somewhat violently in an effort to extract the truth from him. "Well.." Hotch sighed, looking back at me. "I believe there is some kind of informant in our division, I believe whoever they are, they're leaking information to outside sources. This month alone we have had an increase of unsolved cases, and multiple people have reported sensitive files containing things that cannot be allowed to leave this building, let alone their designated filing cabinets. I-" 

"Hang on, hang on." I interjected him, a frown on my face. "You've been off for the majority of this month, no? How exactly have you come to this preposterous notion without spending any time in the actual building itself?" I asked, the disbelief evident on my face despite the darkened room. Hotch shifted uncomfortably, and avoided my eyes as he continued to talk. "I've been gathering information, I have my sources. The point is-" I stifled a laugh with my hand. "You snuck into work when you were supposed to be resting at home? My god, don't you have a life?" I murmured, suddenly conscious of remaining quiet. 

"Grey, be quiet. I need your help with this. I believe your skills will be crucial to this investigation." Hotch said, folding his arms nonchalantly as I began mulling over what he had told me. "So... Who exactly is a part of this 'investigation'? What does Strauss think about all this?" I asked him, pressing a hand to my mouth as I thought. "I am the only other person a part of this investigation. I have not spoken to Strauss about this..." He replied, glancing at the sleek watch on his wrist. "Why haven't you? Surely she ought to know about this sort of thing?" I scoffed incredulously, shaking my head slowly. 

"Strauss relies solely on hard evidence, and she would never believe my suspicions even if I had something concrete." Hotch admitted, coughing quietly. "You mean to say you don't actually have any real evidence?" I stared at him, sighing as he shook his head slowly. "And you want me to be a part of your one man investigation with no concrete proof in an FBI building, going against our superior's wishes, all because you have a 'feeling'? " I got out, gesturing with my arms as I began to tell him precisely what I thought about his plan.

"Okay, slow down. Just trust me okay? I would like to think you know me well enough by now to know that I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think it was necessary." Hotch reassured me, checking his watch again. I stared at him with squinted eyes, weighing the pros and cons of what I was about to get myself into. He was right, he would only be doing this if it was absolutely necessary. "Fine." I relented, putting my hand out for him to shake. He nodded and shook my hand, flattening his shirt afterwards as he let out a relieved sigh. 

I waited, watching him silently, him watching me. I suddenly grinned. "What exactly is our excuse for being in here? Someone definitely saw us on the CCTV, and if there is a mole like you said there's a chance they could have seen us." Hotch frowned as he began to think, brushing a hand across his face. I smiled knowingly at him, meeting his gaze as he frowned at me even more. "What? Do you have an idea?" He asked, leaning in slightly as he waited for my response. I giggled and clapped my hands together, amused at Hotch's face. "You know what we could do? Give them a plausible reason for us disappearing into closets..." I began, trailing of coyly. 

"Spit it out, Grey." He said roughly, growing ever so more impatient by the second. "Why don't we just... Pretend we're having a secret fling? We're going to end up having more meetings like this. It's bound to be a good excuse, and if we were discovered it would still mean we could sneak off together to discuss things without blowing our covers, albeit Strauss would probably make us sign a whole bunch of paperwork. What do you say, hm?" I suggested smugly, watching him squirm the more I talked. 

Hotch began to open his mouth to speak, but he ran a hand through his hair instead and turned away from me, his breath quickening. "You alright?" I snorted, enjoying watching him struggle to formulate a reply. A few seconds later he turned back around promptly, and sighed before putting his hand out for me to shake once again. "Deal?" I asked. "Deal." He replied sternly. I let a genuine smile sneak its way onto my face at the thought of what I was about to do. Stepping close to the tall man, I looked up at him and let my hand ghost his neat tie before pulling it down harshly, his head being forced down to my level. I quickly used my other hand to mess up his hair, before loosening his tie. I let him go and ran my hands through my own hair, unbuttoning a few of my shirt buttons in the process. I enjoyed the way his eyes watching my fingers work deftly at the small buttons, skillfully undoing them in seconds.

"Ready?" I blinked up at him innocently, letting out an internal cheer at his wide eyes and dumbfounded look. "Uh, I-, yeah." He mumbled, stumbling out after me as I opened the closet door. "Now we pretend to hastily make ourselves look presentable." I whispered, relishing every second of this whole interaction. Acknowledging what I said, he smoothed his hair flat and tightened his tie back to its original state. 

What an interesting day.

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Author's Note:

GUESS WHO'S BACK??

I am very sorry for keeping you all waiting, I've been incredibly busy recently, and between you and me, I just forgot I even made this fanfiction. Anyways, I hope you all had a lovely Christmas, good luck to everyone for 2025! :))) Also I did not proof read this soooo...

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