I was inspired by "pleasure is my business", but I didn´t like the way it ended. So I did my version, hope You like it. And please, have mercy, this ist the first one in english, the story was published by me first with , entitled "Der Lockvogel"
Disclaimer: I do not own anything
Hotch was sitting in a hotel lobby and he was trying to look more relaxed than he was. "You look good, but don´t be so nervous," Emily squealed in his ear. The talk was easy, he thought, she doesn´t have to meet with a potential serial killer from the oldest profession in the world. Four lawyers were found dead in Washington lately, all of them had a date with a platinum blonde high-class call girl, all of them were missing a crucial part of the body, after the date. The victims were all the same type and matched perfectly one of the profilers, me, Hotch thought.
That's why he was sitting in that lobby, (not) nervous and waiting for things to come. The real problem, however, was not to mimic the bait, that sometimes was part of the job. Since Haley´s death he had not been with a woman, and the idea of having sex with a call girl who castrated her customers after the work was done, was not necessarily what he wanted do right now. I almost behave like Reid, Hotch thought sarcastically. He looked at his watch, she was late.
The potential serial killer got out of the cab. She handed the driver $ 50 and said "keep the change." The woman walked into the hotel. Her eyes wandered around, seeking and remained hanging on a slender, dark-haired man, who looked straight at his watch. No typical customer, the woman thought immediately. She felt touched by him in a peculiar way. I guess I'm getting old, she thought, and put on a warm smile. "I'm Violet, I am so sorry for keeping You waiting." "It was worth every minute," Hotch said and raised from the chair. She was medium-sized and had platinum blonde hair that was cut sharply above her shoulder. She wore an embroidered black coat and a form-fitting Chinese silk dress, that came to light while she was opening her coat a bit. Her eyes were huge and had the color of violets. Violet, he thought, how fitting. "That was quite well," he heard Prentiss in his ear. "Would you like something to drink?" Hotch asked. "We should do the business side at first," she said. "Of course," Hotch handed her the newspaper with the concealed envelope, she put it in her clutch. "You don´t want to check on that?" Violet smiled, "there has to be a little faith. So You have a little advantage. You know my name, how do You want me to call You?" "My name is Aaron" Hotch said, trying to smile likewise. "All right, Aaron, it's your game, I belong to you, just for this night, of course", "tell her, You want to have Dinner," Prentiss whispered. "I thought we could eat something, but, I'm a stranger here, what do you suggest?" "If you like four-star cuisine, the "Town House"if You like something more familiar, the "Bellini". Two blocks from here, we might as well dance there, if you want," Violet waited for an answer. She was clueless, most of her customers behaved otherwise. Usually there were no preliminaries, maybe a drink at the bar, most guys were just heading for the bedroom, finally they had paid for their fun more than enough. He had given no special preference. A simple thing, Holly said. Maybe he was just lonely, Violet thought, he looked a lot like that, anyway.
"Bellini", Aaron decided with a little help from Prentiss. Emily sent forward Morgan and Reid. Hotch offered his arm and she linked with him. Together they left the hotel towards Bellini.
"What do you do for a living Aaron?" she began the conversation. "I'm a lawyer in New York," Hotch reeled off his legend. "I am here on business for a few days." "Criminal case?" she wanted to know, "economic crime", "Ah, tax evasion, your client is innocent, of course." "Of course," confirmed Hotch. Violet laughed and so did Hotch. Emily wondered, she never heard Hotch laugh that way before. It felt like a small stitch through her heart.
Aaron opened the door as they entered the Bellini. "Madame Violet", the waiter gave them a warm welcome, "nice to see you again, Madame. Your usual table?" "Very nice, Rene, thank You", she replied. Apparently she was here more often, Hotch thought. He noted Morgan and Reid, sitting at the bar. Rene led them to a secluded corner and took Violet's coat to the dressing room. Violet sat in close proximity to Hotch. He could smell her perfume. A blend of vanilla and incense. He could feel the hairs on his arm drew up slightly. He realized how much he missed the company of a woman, not only the physical aspects, he found it enjoyable, not even to talk about murder and mayhem, but on art and literature. Hotch slowly realized that there was a reason, why she could demand such prices. It was not just about sex, it was about company and about feeling comfortable. If that was not purely professional, he could almost have enjoyed it. The waiter came with the menu, "Good evening, Madame, a zombie for apéritif?" She nodded, "for the gentleman, too?" "If you don´t drink cocktails at all, then skip it" warned Prentiss. "Why not," she heard Hotch say. Emily rolled her eyes, what the hell was Hotch doing? He wasn´t acting like he usually does, he seemed relaxed, good Lord, what was he doing? "Why don´t You find us something to eat?" the unSub asked right now. "Anything you do not like?" Hotch wanted to know. "To like everything is part of my business", said the blonde with a hoarse voice and she was catching Aaron with her violet eyes. Hotch´s whole body tingled. Do with me what ever you want to do, she could have said instead. She broke the spell. "I'm allergic to seafood", she gave an information at least and Hotch got down on the floor again. He opted for saltimbocca.
Reid and Morgan were still sitting at the bar and holding on to some non-alcoholic cocktails. Reid was playing with his tiny umbrella. "I could not do that," he said. "What couldn´t You do, kiddo?" Morgan asked, "what Hotch just does, and has to do," Reid changed color. "If we can arrest our suspect, it should be worth it, if not then the state loses 5000 and Hotch gains this new experience." Morgan grinned as he said that. It doesn´t look like a "sacrifice" for Hotch at all. He watched Aaron and Violet, they were dancing after dinner. The woman had put her arms around his neck and Hotch´s hands caressed tenderly Violets back.
"We should go," Hotch said hoarsely. Prentiss didn´t really like to hear that. "Be careful and don´t lose control, Hotch", why do I have to say that? Hotch ist never losing control at all. Emily was annoyed, her team leader could not be seriously interested in a "commercially available", or was he?
so, what do you think? just tell me...
