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Hotch(very minor smut)

You and Hotch had always been close. You watched Jack for him and Haley sometimes. It sucked because you were in love with him. It didn't seem fair that someone like Haley could have his heart. You loved the job and you loved him and you loved that little boy of his. So when Haley died, even though it sounds bad, you got your chance.

Hotch began to confide in you things he wouldn't share with the rest of the team. There was never any doubt between you. And while Haley dying was heartbreaking, you both saw it as a chance at a new beginning.

"Good morning, Hotch," you greeted sweetly, handing him his coffee. He smiled because you were the only one who knew just how he liked it. He told you to call everyone to the briefing room. There was a new case to deal with, sadly. You sat at the table and reviewed the case file quickly before helping Garcia present it.

"Okay, so a small town just south of Knoxville, Tennessee has experienced 3 cases of double homicide. In all three cases there was one male and one female victim. The most recent happened yesterday near a creek that runs through Sandy Springs Park," you said hesitantly. You were from Maryville and knew all of the victims and their families. Who could have done such a thing?

"We'll discuss further details on the plane. Wheels up in 30," Hotch stated. Everyone made for their desks and go bags. You already had yours and you wanted to get more coffee before the trip.

"Hotch, do you, maybe, want to get coffee with me before we leave?"

"Of course, just one moment." He picked up the ringing telephone and sighed impatiently. "Ma'am, I just don't see the benefit of reducing the size of the team. Budget cuts? With all due respect.. Yes. I have a case, excuse me." He hung up with the woman on the phone that you could only assume to be Strauss.

He walked with you down to the local coffee shop and you picked an iced hazelnut mocha with whip cream, chocolate and caramel drizzle. It was your favorite, especially this time of year. You drove to the airport where the jet was waiting on the runway. You took a deep breath. Going home was going to spark some controversy.

You sat near the window, beside Hotch, across from Rossi who sat beside Morgan. "So what's the deal with these murders? How's he picking them out?" Morgan asked. You opened the file with pictures of the crime scenes.

"Do you see how the woman is always posed to sit on the man's lap? It's almost like she's consoling him," Rossi observed. You saw the way they were positioned and it got you thinking.

"Well, maybe that's a sign of remorse. The woman could be someone he sees as a significant other or a maternal figure he feels has betrayed him. He wants to capture the relationship he feels he was denied."

"We usually see some form of sexual assault on the women by the unsub before the posing. Are there any signs of  it on the female victims?" Reid asked, looking up from his halfway finished book.

"There were signs of sexual intercourse about 30 minutes before the death of the victims but it seems to have been with each other instead of with the unsub."

"So the sick bastard is forcing them to have sex and then posing them before killing them," Morgan scoffed.

"Were the bodies posed postmortem or antemortem?" Rossi asked as he reviewed over the crime scene photos.

"It says here that there's evidence to suggest that the woman is coerced to sit on the man's lap and then they're both killed."

You were steadily becoming more and more uneasy about this case. Who in your hometown could have the capability of doing such awful things to people?

"If the unsub is local, chances are everyone has seen him before. I might have seen him before.." you stated.

The plane landed and you made your way to the small police department. With a recent death of an officer, a serial killer put everyone on the task force in lower spirits.