The day I walked into that building I never thought my life would change in such a drastic sense. It engulfed every aspect of my life. I wasn't what you'd expect of a F.B.I. profiler, I had several tattoos, and piercings. My look wasn't something many appreciated in my field, I dressed in mostly long sleeves no matter the weather just to feel normal around most of my co-workers. The only person who didn't seem to mind was our Unit Chef, and sadly he was the sterned man in the building.
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One early Saturday morning I awoke to my phone, without even checking the caller i.d.,
"Hello?" I mumbled out.
"Hey, can you come over to help me with Jack?" Hotch's voice flowed.
"Yeah, sure. Gimme a few, and I'll head that way." I spoke then disconnected. I managed my way over to the closet, pulling out a pair of jeans, then a black long sleeve t-shirt. I dressed myself, made my way down the stairs with my phone in my pocket, and grabbing the keys as I walked by the door. The drive to Aaron's wasn't long from my place. As I made it to the door, it was already opening. I met a little smiling face,
"Sora! You're here!" he chanted, hugging at my hips.
I smiled, patting his back,
"Of course Jack." I said happily.
Jack grabbed my hand, pulling me into the house. I pushed the door closed, slipped my shoes off, and followed the boy pulling me into the kitchen,
"You made it just in time." Hotch announced.
I tilted my head in question, then the smell hit me. He made breakfast, the works; pancakes, eggs, gravy, biscuits. I was astonished, why did he make this? I moved over to him,
"What's this about?" I questioned.
Jack tugged at my shirt,
"I wanted to spend the day with you, and my daddy." Jack spoke softly.
I hugged him tight in my arms, smiling,
"That's so sweet." I proclaimed
Hotch was moving food from the stove, and counter to the table. He motioned for us to follow as he sat plates down. He made Jack's plate, adding a small egg, and a -character named- shaped pancake covered in syurp. Jack made a silly face, and I made one back. Hotch took to putting food onto my plate, he sat an egg, a biscuit smothered in gravy, and a pancake on my plate.
"You didn't have to do that for me, Hotch. Thank you." I smiled.
"Call me Aaron."
"Okay, okay. If you say so." I muttered through the bite of food I had stuffed in my mouth.
Aaron, and Jack both laughed at how funny it sounded.
After we finished breakfast, I washed the dishes though it was a fight to get Aaron to let me. A while later after watching a series of cartoons, playing with dinosaurs, racecars, and batman figurines, Jack fell asleep. I carried him to his bed, covered him up, and kissed his forehead not knowing that Aaron had followed a few minutes afterward. He was standing in the doorway, watching as I took delicate care of his child. Turning to walk out, head down, I didn't even notice him until I bumped into him. His reflexes were on the top of their games, catching me before I had even started to fall. His dark brown eyes focused on mine, making my heart beat faster, and my chest rise then fall in an increasing speed with every breathe. He let go noticing the anxious behavor.
"I'm sorry.." I whispered
He shook his head,
"No need to apologize." He whispered back.
Following him back down the stairs, we both plooped on the couch.
"What do you want to watch?" He asked, looking over questioningly.
"Doesn't really matter to me, I will watch just about anything." I said rubbing the back of my head.
He flipped over channels, finally choosing a movie. I felt myself shiver, scooting over closer to Aaron. His gazed was upon me for what felt like ages. I didn't try to move from it, I just let him take whatever he felt he needed to see.
"Aaron, I'm freezing. Do you have a blanket, or maybe some sweats I could borrow until I leave?" I inquired.
He nodded, then moved up the stairs to grab both, sweatpants, and a blanket. When he made it back to the couch he handed me the sweats,
"Which room is the bathroom?" I implored.
"Down the hall, on the left. If you'd like I can leave the room for a moment though.." He mumbled.
I shook my head, stripping the jeans off in front of him, and pulling the sweat up. He chuckled at my exchange, while I folded my jeans and sat them by the door.
"I just figured I would make things more awkward than they had to be." I spat over over a laugh.
He smiled, a light blush on his face. As I sat back down, I pushed myself closer to him until I was pratically in his lap. Aaron just obsevered as I tried to make myself comfortable.
"Do you need something Sora?" He questioned.
My face started fading to a crimson, and I slowly shifted away.
"No.. I'm sorry.. I just thought...Well it doesn't really matter anyway." I stuttered through as I made myself comfortable far on the other side of the couch.
" I didn't mean that you had to move away." He coveyed, as he tugged at the blanket I was trying to burry myself in.
When I refused to move back over towards him, he walked into the kitchen to grab drinks. In re-entering the room, he pressed against my back until I mustered forward. Aaron wedged himself between the couch, and my back. I could feel his breath of the back of my neck, with each warm burst that brushed against me, I shivered. I could feel the tension continuously grow as we sat there, no movement. Aaron placed his hand on my shoulders, rubbing them in an attempt to help me relax. It managed to settle my nerves five minutes later. I twirled around to face him, as well as brushed across his thighs. He didn't move away, in fact he did the opposite. Before I had even realized his face was directly in front of mine. I'd never before grasped his natural musk, his scent engulfed me, and I could've swam in it for days. Aaron pressed his lips against my own, they meshed together perfectly. His lips were softly than I could've ever imagined. After a minute or so, I pulled away at a sound of pitter pattering little feet of the stairs. Jack had woken up from his nap, marched down the stairs, and demanded lunch. Aaron fixed sandwiches, and I worked on cutting vegetables. Jack ate his sandwich happily,
"Can we watch a movie?" He asked pushing carrots around on his plate.
"What do you want to see?" I retorted.
He thought about it for a minute making a silly face or two then said,
"Nemo." His smile gleaming.
I cleaned up the table turning on Finding Nemo, and found myself being snuggled up too. Jack wiggles his way into my lap, hugging onto me tightly as I was pulled back into Aaron's arms.
Forty-five minutes later our phones ring, we have a case.
