(Based on Michael Buble's "Haven't Met You Yet". H/R, onesided slash. Don't like slash? Then feel free to hit the back button.)
I'm not surprised, not everything lasts I've broken my heart so many times, I stopped keeping track
Hotch looked through the pages on his desk. Paragraph after paragraph of the legal lingo he was so fluent in, all coming down to one fact: Haley wanted this to end.
He wasn't surprised. After so many fights, so many arguments, so many "can't-you-just-stay-home-this-once, Aaron?"s he knew it would end this way. He was just a little bit more broken over it then he thought he would be. After all, he'd known it wasn't working.
And now I can see every possibility
Being divorced was so freeing. He loved Haley, truly he did. But now he was free in a way he never really had been. He could go out to dinner or a club with the team and not hide the way his eyes roamed over all the people. He wasn't going to deny that he was looking for someone, not someone to replace Haley- he knew no one ever could- but someone he could have something with. He wasn't used to feeling lonely.
Wherever you are, whenever it's right You'll come out of nowhere and into my life
He wasn't surprised when someone- he suspected it was first Garcia- noticed that when his eyes roamed in public, they roamed over everyone, male and female alike. Everyone had assumed that because he was married, he was straight, which wasn't the case. The look on Morgan's face when Emily told him was priceless. Aaron, however, didn't care who on the team knew. He promised himself that he would keep the team off-limits, so it really had no bearing on their professional relationship. He figured he'd just keep waiting until the right person came along to sweep him off his feet. Or to be swept off their feet by him. Whichever. He'd always been a firm believer in fate. The problem had only arisen when the person his eyes kept coming back to was a skinny, awkward genius.
Talk myself in, I talk myself out I get all worked up, then I let myself down I tried so very hard not to lose it I came up with a million excuses I thought, I thought of every possibility
Once he realized the attraction he was feeling, weeks of mental fighting ensued. He'd come up with lists of pros and cons, then make a decision and tell himself he was going to stick by it. By the next day he'd have worked himself up into near anxiety-attack levels of worry over having made the wrong decision, which would inevitably end in more lists. Lists of Reid's good traits, his bad ones, signals that he returned these feelings, signals that he most definitely did not, benefits of working with this team and benefits of having a relationship and the downsides of both. He must have come up with millions of excuses and reasons.
Eventually he made up his mind.
I might have to wait, I'll never give up, I guess it's half timing, and the other half's luck...
And I know that we can be so amazing. And baby, your love is gonna change me....
(This is my first attempt at a songfic. Did I do it right? Is it good? Is it so awful I should have my imaginary writing permit burned? Please, enlighten me.)
