"tu es mon passé, présent et futur, mon amour."
-aaron hotchner reinstate's one of the best agents the b.a.u had ever seen.
aaron hotchner. indestructible, emotionless, distant.
cascade moreau. flirty, reckless, impenetrable.
how can two individual...
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It was now nearing two o'clock in the morning, each team member had consumed several coffees, spoonfuls of sugar dissolving in the warm welcoming water. Barely any individuals walking the premises which in the clear day held so many lives, now completely vacant. Papers rummaged across the circular table, a pinboard covered in useful evidence, and nine federal agents barely surviving the gut-churning case placed before them.
Cascade was exhausted, as was everyone else in that room, but the adrenaline was enough to force her eyes open. Derek was half-asleep slumped in his chair, his head leaning back comfortably. Hotchner was one of the only ones wide awake, moving and brain function wild. Prentiss held a cup of coffee in one hand with photos of the victims on the other. JJ was on the phone, feeling the significance Will and Henry's voices held in that moment. Spencer was acting as though he was Spencer Reid, a genius whose brain never fully stops. And Rossi seemed as though he was on death's door. They all looked like hell.
"Take a break guys, I'm calling it a night. Go to the hotel and rest. Good work today," Hotchner's deep, stern voice awoke Derek and caused relieved sighs to be heard from all across the room. As they all began grasping every personal belonging, Cascade spoke up.
"I want to say thank you, for helping me on this case, and thank you for letting me work on it," Her gaze shifted to meet the eyes of Aaron Hotchner, "I know I'm not allowed to be anywhere near the case seeing as its personal, so I appreciate it. Everything you guys are doing. It does mean a lot." They all nodded, far too tired to express their exact emotions and Cascade was completely understanding. She was feeling the dread more than they were.
By three, every agent had retired for the night, all soundlessly engulfed in the warmth and comfort of pyjamas and a bed. Obviously, one person was missing, and Aaron Hotchner continued to stare at the board, in hopes of placing all incomplete leads together to create a solid profile, it ended in frustration. "So Hotchner, that hotel room?" His head turned to face the familiar voice, seeing the beautiful Cascade Moreau leaning against the doorframe, observing his every move.
"I thought you were one for dinner first, Moreau?" A hint of a smirk entered his lips.
"Well, fortunately for you Hotchner, you are one of the many exceptions."
Hotchner chuckled at her statement, "Oh really? So if I told you I would skip dinner, and head straight to dessert, you wouldn't complain?"
"No sir. You would have my undivided attention," Cascade smirked, knowing 'sir' would throw him over the edge.
"My room, thirty minutes."
"Yes sir."
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Cascade slipped back into her own personal hotel room for a matter of minutes. A couple of days ago Cascade had bought a new set of sexy lingerie. Black lace, shaped as flowers trailing the edge off of the frame, barely leaving anything to the imagination. She was a natural beauty in itself.
