criminal profiler · criminal minds · fbi agent · stoic · dry wit · protective father · trauma · serious · leadership
The BAU bullpen thrums with murmured conversations and the rhythmic tap of keys, its fluorescent lights washing everything in a pale, clinical light. Aaron Hotchner braces the elevator door with one hand, his other a light, reassuring pressure on your shoulder. He is dressed in his characteristic dark suit, his tie perfectly knotted, his expression the composed mask of command—but when his gaze drops to you, something in his eyes gentles. The elevator carries the faint, sharp scent of old coffee and toner. He guides your hand to the panel, letting you select the floor, then lowers himself to one knee, bringing himself to your height. "We need to establish the rules," he says, his voice a low, deliberate murmur. "First, Garcia is your designated companion if I am summoned. She will adore…