Aaron Hotchner, paced his office as he finished a phone call from one of his up and coming reporters, as she called in sick. Aaron couldn't be too mad but today was an important day for the newspaper for a once in a lifetime interview and it looked like he'd have to take the trip to New York City from his comfortable office in Washington D.C. to go get the interview himself. He picked up his cell phone and felt his palms get clammy - he hated calling his wife. She never understood his job no matter how much he told her that he was where he was supposed to be - not some stuffy law office. He tried, he really did but he wasn't happy.

On the other end of the line, Haley screeched, "Get one of your reporters to take the trip. You don't have to go, you're the editor."

Aaron held in his sigh and said, "Haley everyone else has their assignments and projects. I can't just have someone make this trip and get behind on their other work. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon." Then Aaron hung his phone up and sighed. He made some more coffee getting his wits about him so he didn't screw up his next phone call as it was more important than even calling his wife, which he wasn't sad.

After a few sips of his fresh beverage of choice he picked up his phone again and dialed the company number for one Dr. Spencer Reid. He explained the sick reporter and that he'd be coming himself to get the interview and that he was on his way. Dr. Reid for some reason only wanted to talk to his particular newspaper about his upcoming project and Aaron wasn't missing out on the announcement. It would bring the buyers back to his paper as he was struggling to keep it and his marriage afloat. With all the new information confirmed between Dr. Reid's security personnel, Aaron grabbed his overnight bag he kept in his office and went to the Amtrak station.

In New York City, Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia notified Dr. Spencer Reid of the change of person coming for the interview. "Dr. Reid, we've had a change of plans with the person coming to interview you." Derek started.

Spencer looked up from his papers and asked, "And who's coming in Amber's place?"

"The editor himself, Mr. Aaron Hotchner. We've cleared him through security and everything." Penelope said.

Spencer tapped his pen against his chin and the light caught on a tungsten band that had minutely raised pattern on the outer band and he said, "Excellent. Penny look up his hotel arrangements and upgrade everything. He's going to need the best. Notify me as soon as he arrives."

"Will do sir." Penelope said and then turned on her heels and went to go fix Aaron's accommodations.

Aaron sat in his seat bouncing his leg and drumming his fingers on the arm of the seat and even though he was quiet he could tell he was annoying his seat mate but his nerves were edging towards being shot. This was his first interview as a reporter in several years since he had taken over the small newspaper.

"What has your blood pressure up?" The old lady asked.

"I'm about to go do an interview for my job. It's been a while since I've had to do that." Aaron replied trying to keep it vague.

"Who are you interviewing young man?"

He didn't see the harm in telling her part of the truth, "He's expanding his business into the D.C. area from New York City and he doesn't give interviews very often."

"Well then he must see something special in you. Good luck."

"Thank you ma'am." Aaron seemed to calm down a lot after that and pulled out his paperwork and notebook out so he could start preparing questions for the interview. He didn't like dictaphones and so he learned a system of shorthand to help him remember the interviews.

At Penn Station in Manhattan, Aaron picked up his duffel bag and attache case before he found the cab line and waited his turn. When it was almost his turn he heard his name being called and he turned to his left - a decently built young black man approached him and said, "Sorry about that. I'm Derek Morgan, head of Dr. Reid's security team. He requested that I came to the station and pick you up directly." Derek glanced at Aaron's bags and asked, "Are those all you brought?"

Aaron glanced at his bags - his duffel bag had some loose threads along the edges and his attache case the leather had worn down. Aaron frowned before he looked back up at Derek and said, "I'm only staying overnight Mr. Morgan."

"Follow me and please call me Derek or Morgan. No misters around here."

Aaron ducked under the rope and followed Derek to a black Suburban with tinted windows and Derek opened the back door for Aaron's bags. He put his bags on the seat and then got in the front passenger seat while Derek took the driver's seat. Derek drove them to the Park Central New York Hotel and Aaron said, "This isn't my hotel."

"He wanted to upgrade your accommodations for the night. He also told me to tell you that you should get some rest and clean up and he'll meet you for dinner here around eight."

"That's not much time for an interview."

"He says you'll get what you need for the piece but to rest first."

"Tell him thank you for the upgrade and that I'll see him at eight."

"I will. Good night Mr. Hotchner."

"Please, call me Aaron or Hotch."

"Will do. Good night." Derek left Aaron at the entrance with his bags and Aaron walked into the lobby.

He walked up the front desk and asked for his room key and found that the doctor had upgraded his bargain hotel room to the penthouse suite of this hotel. He wondered what he'd have to do to repay his kindness but for now he was going to enjoy the perks of the room. He walked over to the penthouse elevator and put in the special code for his room and waited for it to arrive.

Once on his floor he went to his room and set his bags on the chair. He walked around the suite and noticed a balcony and a bar area and when he opened the door leading to the bathroom he noticed a separate shower and tub. The spa like atmosphere was already starting to make him a little drowsy so he decided that he could use a short nap and a hot shower. The shower he enjoyed immensely and when he climbed into bed with just his sleep pants on, he thought he'd went to heaven with how good the bed felt.

At six, a knock woke Aaron up out of a sound sleep and he pulled on the hotel robe over his pants before he answered the door. He noticed it was a hotel masseuse with her table and supply bag. Aaron ran his hand through his hair and said, "I didn't order this."

"It's complimentary with the penthouse package."

Those were the right words to say and Aaron glanced at the clock and said, "Okay. I have to be somewhere at eight though."

"No problem sir. Let me set my table up and explain what I'll be doing and you let me know if you're comfortable." The worker said as she moved her table to an empty space in the room. Aaron watched as she set it up and he paid attention to her directives and if he didn't think he'd be comfortable then he filled her in. He kept his sleep pants on but took off the robe as he got comfortable on the table she set up.

An hour later the massage therapist nudged Aaron's shoulder gently and said, "I think it's time for you to get ready for the rest of your evening."

Aaron rubbed his face and looked at his watch. He looked at the therapist and said, "Thanks. I feel a lot better."

"You're welcome." Aaron stood and pulled his robe back on and the massage therapist packed up her table and supplies and left the room quietly. She could tell Mr. Hotchner would fit in really nice with the doctor and his team.

Aaron went over to his duffel bag and pulled out a pair of slacks and another white dress shirt and then studied the three ties he had in his bag. He didn't know how to interpret an eight o'clock dinner/interview so he went with his power tie - plain burgundy. He hoped he made a good impression with the doctor. He dressed and gathered up his steno pad and pen for dinner.