A Night Out

Aaron watched the woman standing at the bar. He watched her since she walked into the bar. Dave and Morgan would be impressed with his eye: she a little shorter than average; had short, curly, brunette hair; curvy; and had a nice tanned tint to her skin, which he saw plenty of thanks to her short, low-cut black dress. She looked bored, standing up there, all alone.

He walked up to her. "Can I get another, please?" He smiled at the woman. "Can I get you a drink?"

"You gonna ask me to dance?" Hotch stared at her. She looked up at him with grey blue eyes. "I saw you staring about forty minutes ago… are you going to ask me to dance?"

"Well, I was going to but now…" He turned and walked away.

He rounded the bar and tapped her on the shoulder. "Wanna dance?"

She giggled. "Yes."

"Wait, I'm Aaron."

"Resa."

"Strange name."

"It's short for Teresa."

"So, was that the best pickup line you have?"

Aaron put on a serious face. "If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put you and I together."

Resa doubled over with laughter. "That's terrible!"

Aaron took her out onto the dance floor and spun her for three dances.

The he took her out for coffee. It was about two in the morning when he walked her back to her hotel room.

Aaron looked at her as he braced himself against the wall, blocking her way to the room. "I had a really good time tonight."

"So did I."

He couldn't resist. He slipped his arm around her neck, his other around her waist and he kissed her. She didn't pull away. He began kissing her more fiercely but she seemed to like it. She pulled herself closer to him. She let her mouth open and he didn't hesitate. She sunk back into the wall at the contact. Aaron let his hands roam to the hem of her dress and let his fingers brush against her skin. He started kissing her neck.

"Do you want to come in?" she asked, breathless.

"I shouldn't." But she had already dragged him into the room and in no time pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. He could already see that this woman was in control so he let her lead him. He let her place his hands under her dress and on her thighs. Aaron didn't know how long they were kissing for. He did know that this woman was amazing. Slowly gaining back control, Aaron moved his hands to her cheeks. He liked the feeling of her tongue behind his ear.

"Can I buy you dinner?" he asked. Resa looked at him and laughed. "I think we've gone past that part." She undid the first couple of buttons of his shirt and started kissing his chest. He had to admit it was tempting to let her keep going, but as she began doing more buttons, getting closer to the scars, he pushed her away. "I don't do this... pick up girls in bars and bring them back to a hotel room. I... really want to see you and I really want to finish this." He ran his hand up her thigh.

She giggled. "I'd like that. But..." Her smile faded.

Aaron knew he'd seen this face somewhere before. On a case maybe. He needed to get to know her better. "But what?" he asked, pulling her lips to his quickly.

"But... I don't know how long I'm here for. I just came by to visit my sister. I literally just arrived in town."

"And your first port of call was a bar?"

Resa slapped him playfully. "I'm not sure where she lives."

"Please can I buy you dinner?" Resa smiled. "I know where you live."

She climbed off him and bit her lip. "I'm sorry. I don't think that that would be such a good idea."

"Why not?" he sighed, frustrated by this loop.

"I'm just… everything is a mess right now. I have to focus on finding my sister." She picked up his hand. "When I find her… well, do you go to that bar often?"

"No." Hotch climbed off the bed and headed for the door.

"Please!" He turned back to face her. "Can I have your number? I do want to see you again, but I can't afford to stay here. I just need to talk to my sister and then… Can I call you?"

"There's really no point. Not if you're not staying town." Hotch closed the door behind him and called a cab to take him home.