Aaron Hotchner Love Story

New York

I hate my job. The early morning, the late night, the constant no sleep routine. I was heading out of my small one bedroom apartment when i felt my phone buzz. I checked it and had 10 miss calls from my brother Don Flack.

He was the most overprotective brother you will ever meet, he is only 5 years older than me. He thinks that this job makes people want to harm the cops so he walks to my house everyday after work. I walk down the stair case only to be greeted by the one and only Don, in his suv with my latte.

This is routine for him. I roll my eyes and get into the car.
"hey rose, how is you morning today"
"well, you know i have been murdered but everything is cool."
Flack looked at me in disbelief and shaked his head.
"oh come on, i promised dad that i would look after you so i am"

We entered the police department and i walked over to my desk and the police cops kept looking at me. I saw Flack make his fist into a ball and the cops all turned to their computer's to carry on typing. I sat down and turned my chair to face Flack and he shrugged his shoulders.