You needed a job. Aaron Hotchner needed a babysitter. The rest was inevitable. --------- {y/n x au aaron hotchner}

After an outburst in the bullpen by JJ's cousin, Reader, Aaron Hotchner finds himself infatuated with a woman half his age.

"I can't stand being in the same room as you, you know that?" "Then get on your knees." You're a budding politician, making a name for yourself as one of the youngest Representatives from Virginia to run for Congress. Unexpectedly, your campaign falters, and you need to do everything you can to win back your popularity. With the public's eyes on you, you're dead set on reforming the FBI and making a name for yourself. So, when you're given the chance to work with the Behavioral Analysis Unit for the rest of the year to build a political report that can secure your candidacy and maybe even help the BAU, you're met with open arms by the team. That is, by everyone but SSA Aaron Hotchner - a man who despises your play of politics, who despises everything he thinks he knows about you. But when you're framed for murder, how willing is he to put those differences aside?

When 24 year old Aaron Hotchner receives his first official post for the FBI as part of an Ambassador's security detail, he finds himself entranced by the Ambassador's 19 year old daughter. With a chip on his shoulder, eager to please and conflicted by his duty to his high-school sweetheart Haley, he must tread lightly - but something about you tells him your presence will linger in his life long after you part ways. [CHAPTERS MARKED * INDICATE SMUT]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬. 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. (Some smut/fluff/ angst)

"Look, Mr. Hotchner, Agent Hotchner, Hotch, my brother is dead, we've dealt with it already, I have a life, people I need to take care of, the last thing I need to do is throw my family into any unknown water anytime soon bringing this back up," I say, increasing my speed. A hand grips my arm, the same way my mom did Friday morning, causing me to wince and stop my jogging. Hotchner lets go but stares at me, then my arm, noticing the fingerprints left by my mother. Shouldn't have worn a sports bra. "What happened to your arm?" he asks, pointing to the bruise. I look at it then at him, "I work at a club Agent Hotchner, people aren't very nice when a pretty lady says no," The lie falls out so easily it almost makes me laugh. "Right well, that's another thing I want to talk you about, Maddison Crawford?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. I let out a small chuckle, "Took you that long to find out, I mean, my southern accent ain't that good," Hotchner rolls his eyes, waving for me to follow him. "Hotch, I have to get home, I came out for a run, not to talk about my dead brother," He pauses, turning to me, "Tatum, we need to talk, it's serious," I shake my head, "Look Agent Hotchner, I don't care, and that's not just teenage arrogance its facts okay, so your a profiler take a hint, I didn't not open my door because I wasn't able to," #1 FBI

Y/n starts working at the office at the same time Hotch gets divorced. Will things end in a wreck or will they be good in the end.

(Reader X Hotch) Y/N has transferred to the bau in virginia, your few years at the precinct in New Orleans had taught you much about the theory of profiling and you were excited to put that into play in the field alongside your new team. However you get off to a rocky start instantly clashing with your new boss Aaron Hotchner. You're a confident girl and exceptional profiler but how will Aaron keep you in line, knowing full well he can't suspend you as she was Strauss' recommendation. He's not used to his authority being challenged, especially by a much younger agent, the line between annoyance and sexual tension is extremely thin. What happens when Y/N pushes him too far. *lots of smut

AARON HOTCHNER X READER ❝no, you have to hold on a little longer. please, you're all I have left❞ © written by casanovaa2 started- september 23, 2020 completed- october 28, 2020 - CRIMINAL MINDS FANFIC