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It's clear out the laptop time, here's a little drabble I probably wrote when I was supposed to be working!

Here's number 2 of procrastination one-shots.

Let me know what you think.

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Aaron Hotchner knew what most people thought when they looked at him.

Most didn't see past the suit.

Those who did, saw a stoic mask, hollow stormy black eyes and threatening stiffness in his broad shoulders.

If they looked a little closer, they'd see the gun and badge, signalling a hint of dangerousness to his personality.

If the onlookers peeled away his clothes they'd regard his battle wounds. Years of abuse cumulated with what came with life as an FBI agent which included the thin scars due to torture at the hands of a ruthless man that killed a woman he once loved.

Aaron Hotchner was a survivor.

He was a jaded, haunted workaholic but he was most definitely a survivor.

Hotch sat with his back to the wall, looking around at the occupants of the small coffee shop, stealing glances his way.

His paranoia of what they were thinking about him was combined with what he thought of them.

In truth, the experienced profiler knew they were only wondering how much longer was the darkly suited scowling man was going to sit in the seat he had occupied over forty minutes.

Then the door opened and the misconceptions of the serious man, sitting silently on his own were pushed aside as a wide grin overtook his expression, lighting his whole face and sparkling his suddenly glistening chocolate brown eyes.

Hotch stood as a perfectly styled blonde head bounced through the crowd.

JJ met her former supervisor's eyes and smiled before she reached his table. Pressing a hand against his arm and kissed his cheek in greeting. "Sorry for making you wait. Traffic was a nightmare."

"I haven't been here that long." He lied easily before pushing a chair back for his company and ordering her usual.

JJ's smile thinned as the profiler retook his seat and she managed to take in his appearance. "You look tired."

"You look great." Hotch retorted with a smirk.

The blonde's fair brow furrowed. "When was the last time you got any sleep?"

"It's been a few days." He dismissed with a shrug of his shoulders. "How was Iceland?"

JJ rolled her eyes at his transference. "I don't know I didn't see anything pass the airport and my hotel which was next to the airport."

"It sounds glamorous." Hotch remarked with a raised eye.

JJ chuckled dryly. "Oh you have no idea."

The pair went silent as the waitress brought over two coffees. They both took a sip as the young woman retreated and their eyes connected.

Swallowing her praline latte, JJ giggled quietly. "I've been gone three nights and you look exhausted."

"It's been a long three nights, Jayje." Hotch muttered through a groan.

JJ smirked before placing one of her hands under the table and running it up his thigh. Leaning forwards in her seat, she tilted her head and whispered. "Are you ever going to kiss me?"

"I was trying to be a gentleman." Hotch sniggered before pressing a chaste kiss against her bottom lip.

She pouted automatically at the faint touch. "It's been three nights Aaron. I don't want you to be a gentleman."

"We should go home." He grounded out between his clenched teeth and stood abruptly.

JJ chuckled at his sudden urgency. "Haven't you got to get back to the office?"

"I don't think I can be anything less than a gentleman here, Jayje." Hotch stated firmly ignoring her question before reaching out his hand towards her. "Let's go."

"Well we should definitely get out of this place, then." JJ accepted his hand, giggling loudly as he dragged her to the exit in haste.