Chapter 1:
Hotch was fairly certain his day couldn't get any worse. It was late and he was in a hotel in New York City, the lobby to be exact. The team was currently working on a string of murders, all men, in their thirties and forties. All stabbed and strangled in their hotel rooms. They'd been in New York for three days and weren't even close to catching the unsub. Today had been a bad day from the moment Hotch had woken up. From spilling coffee on his favorite suit, to interviewing a douchebag suspect, whom Hotch had accidently insulted and mad the suspect so angry he'd punched Hotch in the face which resulted in a black eye on Hotch's part, Hotch wanted nothing more than to go back home to D.C. The suspect had been an ass, sure, but was definitely not the unsub.
Finally after a long day, all Hotch had wanted to do was go straight to sleep, but that was out of the question because the people who were staying in the room next to his were holding a noisy party. Hotch had knocked on the door to try and get the damn people to shut up, maybe show them his badge and scare them into being quiet, but they hadn't even answered. He'd been to the front desk to complain, but the manager was handling some fiasco with broken toilets and was evidently too distracted to bother to help him. Hotch had given up all hope of ever going to sleep, so he'd brought a book down to the lobby and was sitting on a squashy arm chair reading it.
"That's quite the shiner." Said a friendly voice. Hotch looked up. A pretty woman with blonde hair and green eyes was looking down at him. Hotch self-consciously rubbed his black eye.
"Sorry." She said. "That probably sounded pretty rude." She was very tall, and wearing sweats and had her hair in a messy bun. She plopped down in the armchair next to his and sighed.
"Well, you don't talk much do you." She said after an awkward moments pause. She curled her long legs up against one side of the chair and shifted her body to face Hotch. He was still wearing his suit. "What brings you down here at this hour of the night?"
"Uhh." He said. "I couldn't sleep. There are some people partying in the next room over from mine and they won't shut up. I tried to get them to be quiet but they wouldn't open the door. I came down here for some peace."
"Small world." She said, smiling. "We must be on the same floor because that damn party was keeping me up too. I'm Kendall Knight," She said, extending a hand. "But my friends call me Kenni."
"I'm Aaron Hotchner." He said, shaking her slender hand. "But my friends call me Hotch or Aaron. Which ever you prefer."
"Hmmm." She said, taking a good look at him. "Anyone ever told you that you look like a Hank?" she asked.
"Hank?" he asked, smiling. "Really?"
"Oh yeah, definitely." She said. "You definitely look like a Hank."
"Don't say that." He said, chuckling. "I don't look like a Hank. It sounds like a handkerchief."
"Fine." She said, sticking out her tongue. "Aaron it is."
"Thank you."
"So how did you get that black eye, anyway?" she asked.
"Well, I work for the FBI in the Behavioral Analysis Unit and-"
"Ooh, that's so badass." Smiled Kenni. After Hotch gave her a questioning look she waved her hand and said, "Yes, continue." Hotch couldn't help but smile broadly.
"Anyway, we were interviewing a suspect in a murder case and he got a little…out of hand and punched me in the face."
"Did you arrest him?"
"Yes, assaulting a federal agent is a crime, but unfortunately he wasn't our unsub, that's short for-"
"Unidentified subject." Said Kenni. Hotch raised his eyebrows. "What?" she asked. "I'm familiar with the term. I studied criminal psychology in college."
"I must be dreaming." Said Hotch quietly.
"Speaking of dreaming." Said Kenni, yawning loudly. "I think I know how to get the partiers to shut up." Before Hotch could say anything, Kenni hopped up and grabbed Hotch's hand. She whisked him up out of his chair and pulled him toward the elevators. As she pulled him into one of them a maid pushing a cart got in too. Kenni pulled Hotch close and whispered in his ear,
"Ask her for some extra toilet paper, just trust me, okay?" Hotch nodded and cleared his throat. Kenni smelled like roses.
"Excuse me." He said. "Do you have any extra toilet paper?"
The maid smiled and nodded and bent down to get the extra rolls. As she did, Kenni reached in the maid's back pocket and pulled out a key card. Hotch looked quizzically at Kenni. She just smiled. The maid straightened up and handed him the toilet paper. The elevator doors pinged and opened. Hotch and Kenni got out.
"What was that?" asked Hotch curiously.
"This," said Kenni, holding up the key card. "Is a master key card that will open any door in the hotel. Got your badge?"
"Yeah." Said Hotch, taking it out of his pocket.
"Let's go to the room with the party and get in using the master card. You show the party people your badge and then they'll all get the hell out of here so we can go to sleep."
"That is a great idea." Said Hotch. He walked over too the door of room with the party. Music blared and he could hear people yelling their heads off. Hotch opened the door, held up his badge and yelled,
"I'm with the FBI. Everyone get out now!" The music stopped and people filed out. And then there was silence. Kenni and Hotch were left alone in the hallway.
"Well, that solved our problem." Said Kenni.
"All thanks to you." Said Hotch, moving closer to her. "But just for the record I don't really approve of stealing master key cards." He held it up before placing it in her hand.
"Gonna arrest me?" she asked flirtatiously, moving even closer to him.
"I think I'll let you off with a warning." He said before kissing her. It was a slow kiss that lasted. The two pulled apart slowly. Kenni reached into Hotch's pocket and took his phone. She put her other hand in his and put her number in.
"Call me." She said, and went into her room. Hotch went into his. What the hell just happen? He thought to himself happily. Maybe this day had not been so bad after all.
A/N: Hi guys I hope you liked it. Things are going to get very interesting next chapter! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! Especially if you want me to continue. Thank you so much.