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“How’s that hot chocolate, bud?” 

Jack took a sip and gave a small smile, “It’s good, daddy. But….”

“But?” Aaron questioned with a slight stern voice. It was beyond past Jack’s bedtime but he had insisted on staying up until Aaron came home and by the time that came, he had wanted some piping hot chocolate. 

“I should have asked [y/n] to make it.” Jack mumbled softly, taking another sip.

Aaron chuckled, “Did I not make it like [y/n]?” You had been babysitting Jack for almost a year now, falling into the job on accident when you had substituted his class one day. Jack had adored you so much that he made Aaron hunt you down to become his new babysitter. 

“No…[y/n] doesn’t use the packets, she makes it from scratch and adds big fluffy marshmallows.” Looking up at his father, he sighed. “I really like [y/n], daddy.” 

“I’ll make sure to get her recipe.” Raising a brow, he nodded. “I like her too, buddy.” 

Jack handed off his mug to his father, nestling into bed, he hesitantly spoke out. “Do you like her, like her?”

Tucking him in, “What do you mean, Jack?” 

Yawning, Jack closed his eyes. “I wish she never had to leave. I wish she could be my second mommy.” Before Aaron could utter a response, Jack was fast asleep, dreaming about building a gigantic fort with you. 

Pressing a kiss to his forehead, Aaron quietly left his room. His son’s last words were replaying in his head. Sure, he had found you to be attractive, it was one of the first things he had noticed when you had introduced yourself. He was stunned by your beauty and captivated by your charm involving children. Aaron noticed that kids gravitated towards you and Jack being no different. 

Never had he thought about pursuing something with you until now. It was extremely important to him for Jack to like any woman he would bring into his life. And if he could guess, Jack would never like anyone more than he liked you. 

Pulling out his phone, he dialed your number. “Hey, [y/n]. Sorry for calling, did I wake you? No, okay good. Oh no, no, Jack’s fine. Actually he just fell asleep, but I wanted to ask you something.” 

When it’s season twelve and you’re the only original profiler left from season one…

@bau-obsessed

Hope you feel better sweetie.  Sorry I fell asleep this morning quickly.  Been tired myself.

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You found yourself staring down at the paper, your mind desperately trying to formulate your next words.  You had been asked about your report 3 days prior but you just couldn’t bring yourself to even write the damn thing.  The case had been a hard one for everyone, including yourself, but it wasn’t something that should be this hard to even write a report for.  You never had a problem before, so what gives?

“Hey pretty lady,” Morgan caught your attention, making you look up.  “You coming with us tonight?”

“Tonight?” you felt your brows furrow before realization dawned on you.  You had promised Garcia that you would go with everyone tonight for a drink.  It was rare for you to even go out at all but you made the promise irregardless, not wanting to upset her.

“Damn it,” you hissed, throwing your pen down on your desk.  You had promised Hotch to have the report in by tomorrow.  He had been particularly hard on you about it, wanting the report as soon as possible.  It was only when you failed to turn it in yesterday did he give you the deadline.  You didn’t like writing under pressure and usually it made it harder to write.  But he needed the report, so you didn’t want to fail him.

“Are you not coming?” Morgan asked, noticing your sudden tensed position.  You opened your mouth to reply, whether or not you denied or confirmed his statement still in the air, when another voice cut into the conversation.

“No.  Oh, no no no no, you are not skipping out on us,” Garcia walked by, placing files on your desk.  You gave her a pleading look in hopes she would understand.  Garcia was the one who wanted you to go and forced you to promise her that you would.  Unfortunately, she didn’t accept your pleading gaze.

“No.  You promised you would go.  You never leave your apartment.  You are coming tonight even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming in your underwear,” she smirked.  You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Penelope,” you retorted.  She laughed before heading off back to her sanctuary, making it known loudly that you would be joining the team that night at the bar.  You sighed before looking at the paper again.

 Maybe a drink would help.

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Prompt 10- why don’t they just kiss already?
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A/n: y/f/s is your favorite snack!

Stepping onto the jet, you see that you’re the last to board. There’s an open seat across from Hotch and your heart jumps a little. Going over to the seat, Hotch stands up and motions for your bag that you have in your hand. “Here, lemme get that for you,” he says, taking it and putting it up above the seats. “Thanks,” you say sitting down in the chair across from him. You notice Morgan eyeing the two of you, but you ignore it.

“You did really well interrogating Wilson today,” Hotch commented as he continued writing his report. It had been your first interrogation and he had spilled his guts quicker than anything you’d seen before. “Thanks,” you said, smiling at him. A while later, the plane turned quite sharply for a huge thing like that, and Hotch’s pen rolled off of the table. You leaned down to pick it up just as he did, and your hands touched. Pulling your hand back quickly, you felt the redness start to spread over your cheeks. Brushing your y/h/c hair back, you quickly apologized. He, too, apologized at the same time, making the both of you smile.

Rossi chuckled from across the aisle, and you gave him a look. Him, Morgan, JJ, and Emily were sitting across from the two of you, and all had smiles and smirks on their faces. You and Hotch shared a look and you shrugged a bit. You settled back in your seat, ready for the rest of the flight. Hotch pulled out some y/f/s and you eyed him. “Want some?” he asked, motioning to the snack. You nodded rather quickly, and he laughed. “I knew you’d ask, it’s your favorite,” he remarked, holding it out for you.

When you reached for it, he pulled it back. You chuckled a bit and reached for it again, only to have him pull it back yet again. He did it twice more. “Aaron!” You huffed, giving him a look of exasperation. He responded with a genuine laugh, handing you the snack. You about choked on said snack when you heard JJ say to the rest of the team, “Why don’t they just kiss already?”

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Reid and Emily had been taken hostage by a cult that they had gone to investigate after receiving a call from a fifteen year old girl about an older man having inappropriate relations with underage girls. We had set up a tent right outside of the gates, far enough out that we wouldn’t get hurt. This was getting out of hand, and we were losing leverage against them. They had already found out that one of them was an FBI agent, and Emily took the heat of it by telling them it was just her. They were in the middle of beating her for lying to them when Derek threw his headphones down and walked off.

I went to catch up with him. “Hey, she’s strong. She’ll get through this, okay?” I put my hand on his arm, and he jerked away. “How can you tell me that she’s gonna be okay, huh? How do you know that!” His response made me take a step back. I knew he was worried, but it still made tears prick at my eyes. I quickly blinked them away and turned my head from him. “Baby girl….I’m sorry…” he said, coming over and wrapping me in a hug. “It’s fine, Derek…really,” I told him, burying my head in his shoulder. I was glad to have him around, he was like an older, very protective, brother. “Derek. You’re squishing me,” I said, pulling back. He chuckled and let go of me. I turned to look at him, “We’ll get them back. We’ll get through this, okay?” He smiled and walked back to Hotch and Rossi.

Just then, the state Attorney General pulled up and I inwardly sighed. This can’t be good. He stalked over to where I was standing. “What in the hell is going on here?” He demanded, practically yelling in my face. “We received a call, and we’re taking care of it,” I said, calmly. I hated this kind of confrontation, it just about brought on an anxiety attack. Thankfully, I had never actually had one, but I had been on the verge a few times. “I can see that.” He yelled, walking over to where the equipment was set up. If he decided to mess with anything or make any rash decisions, we’d all be in for mess. “Sir, you can’t go over there, this is a federal investigation, and I’m under strict orders from my unit chief,” I said, practically bounding after him. “I don’t give a damn about your orders, little girl. Who the hell do you think you are?” He growled, backing me relentlessly into the corner of the tent. “I’m the Attorney General of this state, and I demand to know why I wasn’t told the FBI was bringing undercover agents into my jurisdiction!”

I really wanted to slap the dude now, but I probably looked like I was about to cry. See, one thing I hated about myself was that when I got really pissed off, I cried. Don’t ask me why. Now, I was silently praying that the tears that were threatening to surface would hold off for a while longer. Not only was I below this man in position, but I was also a woman. I continuously had to prove myself in situations like this. I also despise getting yelled at. I don’t care if you are angry with me, if you are pointing out my faults, reprimanding me, whatever, just do not yell at me. I heard a voice come from behind the General. “The only thing that you’re in a position to command is a lawyer.” I averted my eyes from the General to see Hotch coming to my rescue. “Who the hell are you?” the General questioned.

Oh dear Lord, here we go. He just questioned Hotch. “I’m Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief. I’m the guy who’s gonna tell the Attorney General of the United States whether to charge you with obstructing a federal investigation or negligent homicide.” Oh. Well, then. He wasn’t even talking to me, and I felt my knees go weak, for more reasons than one. “And,” Hotch continued, “don’t you ever talk to my agent like that again, much less a lady. She is one of the best agents we have, and you are in no position to talk to her like that, do I make myself clear?” My heart melted. He had come to my rescue. “You can’t talk to me like that,” he countered. This guy just wasn’t getting the picture. Clearly, he had no idea who he was dealing with. Hotch got in his face, staring him down. “Get off my crime scene,” Hotch growled.

The scene that played out in front of me was nothing compared to the look Hotch was giving this guy. I almost felt bad for him, but, then again, he did yell at me, and called me ‘little girl’. The guy backed down after figuring out that Hotch wasn’t going to. He went and got into his car and drove off. Hotch came over to me, where I was still planted firmly into the ground. “Are you okay?” Hotch asked, putting his hand on my upper arm. I was zoned out, but broke from my reverie at his touch. “Yeah…I’m fine, Hotch.” My voice waivered, telling him otherwise. He raised an eyebrow at me. “Really, Hotch. I’m fine. I just-” “Don’t like getting yelled at,” he finished for me, “I know.”

I gave him a look of confusion. “How’d ya know?” I asked, not really thinking that he’d answer, and not particularly needing an answer, either. “Your body language,” he started, “When he raised his voice, your breathing increased, and you took small steps back. When he didn’t relent, you stared him straight in the face, hoping he would. Though you didn’t directly show it, you wanted to cry, but you didn’t want him to think of you as weak,” he stated, like it was the most boring conversation in the world. I blinked a couple of times. “Do you?” I asked quietly, looking at the ground. “Do I what?” He asked, stepping closer to me. “Think I’m weak…” I said, my voice trailing off, and I chanced glancing up at him. “Of course not. Why would I? You prove yourself every day on this team, and not once have you let us down. I have no reason to think you’re weak. You cry when you’re mad. Some people do. It’s just a natural reflex. I know you can handle yourself, I just don’t like people talking to you like that.” His voice was low and soft, as if he was afraid talking too loudly would break me. I smiled up at him, softly. “Thanks, Hotch,” I said, putting my hand on his arm. “Of course,” he said, and gave me one of his rare small smiles, as he walked back to Rossi. I took in a deep breath.

Now, it was time to help save Reid and Emily.