He used to be my everything, but I was nothing to him. Now that I'm everything to him, I don't even want to look at him. But he is begging me for a chance to show me he's changed, and he is determined to win me over again.

Aaron Hotchner's new neighbour shuts everyone else out and seems overly paranoid about everything. Avery Wilson's new neighbour becomes more involved in her life and gets closer to her than she's ever let another person.

As the direct supervisor to Agent Hotchner, Chief Olivia Stephens has to make sure he and the units function at their best. But he has been making it more and more difficult for her. Out of all the psychos, misogynistic men and paperwork she has faced in this job, he has been the biggest challenge she's ever met. Agent Hotchner has been against her since the beginning and is determined to make her leave that position. A small event brought on a growing resentment towards her. Now, he can't stand her orders, judgement, obsession with protocol, her infuriating British accent... her bright blue eyes... there is just something about her that drives him absolutely crazy... ✨And I could see you being my addiction You can see me as a secret mission... ✨

Inside, everything narrowed. Pressure. Gauze. Hands. Bleeding. IVs. BP still low. He was fighting to stay conscious, and Aspen crouched down close enough for him to hear her over the noise. "You're going to be fine. Just stay with me, Agent." He blinked. "Hotchner. Aaron Hotchner." She nodded, already halfway through a mental checklist. "Nice to meet you, Agent Hotchner. Try not to die before we get your name in the chart." or Dr. Aspen Wynter is a trauma surgeon and Agent Aaron Hotchner happens to be involved in many traumas.

"Why didn't you wait for backup?" He yelled. "I didn't want him to get away." I said, walking further into the room. "You disobeyed my direct order." He said, still yelling. "Would you have rather me let him get away?" I said, getting louder. Not quite as loud as him. "You could have been shot." He said, still yelling. He took a step closer to me. "I know." "You could have been killed." He said, softer. "I know." I said, almost a whisper. "Your insubordination could have ended in death Catherine." He yelled inches away from my face. "I know." I said, getting louder. "I don't know how you could be so careless." He said, continuing to yell. "I'm sorry." "You're sorry?" He said, yelling. He put his thumb and middle finger on the bridge of his nose. "Hotch, I-" his lips came crashing onto mine.