A/N: Be gentle. I've never attempted this pairing before, but it's one of my current favorites. I think this may be a two or three shot.

I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR THE CHARACTERS.
Song Suggestion/Inspiration: "Take Care" – Drake featuring Rihanna

Chapter One:

This case didn't look like it would wrap up anytime soon. We have no new leads and it's stressing everyone out. It's been taking its toll on everyone. Everyone needed to rest, but the rest of our cases were nonstop.

"Garcia, go get some sleep. No one else is here at the station." Hotch's voice filled my ears. I knew that was more-or-less true. There were a couple of officers here, but no one that was still working on the case, like I was.

"Sir, we don't have any leads. I can't just sleep." I told him.

"Then come have a drink with me. God knows I won't be able to sleep, either." He offered. I found myself nodding, before I realized what I was agreeing to.

"Okay, Boss-Man, lead the way."

We stopped at a liquor store on the way back to our hotel. There was so much going on with this case that Hotch asked me to come with them.

Sometimes, it's a relief to be with the rest of the team, especially when someone is after the team. It's so easy for something to go wrong. Hotch just got back from Witness Protection, but Jack is still in hiding. He couldn't handle another unsub threatening his family and getting away with it, so he came back and Emily stayed.

"Please, come in, Penelope." Hotch invited me into his hotel room. I followed him into his room. He shut and locked the door, before getting to work on pouring our drinks. I took off my heels and sank onto his bed. He walked over with a tumble full of wine for me.

"Thank you." I accepted the glass and drank half of it.

"You're working too hard." He observed, before sitting down next to me. I shrugged.

"We're all working too hard. I'm not the only one." I replied, before finishing my drink.

"Do you want something stronger?" Hotch asked me. I knew that he was talking about the scotch he had gotten for himself I bit my lips and hesitated.

"I shouldn't… Tomorrow morning will come soon enough." I declined. "But I will take the bottle of wine." I laughed.

"That can be arranged." Hotch gave me a shadow of a smile. He brought me the wine bottle.

"Thanks, Boss-Man. What would I do without our fearless leader?" I asked him. He smiled, as he finished his own drink.

"I'm far from fearless, Penelope." He corrected me. Logically, I know that's true, but Aaron rarely let his fear show. He was always so strong for everyone – his team was no exception.

"You put on a good front, sir." I told him.

"Penelope, please call me Aaron. We're both off the clock." He requested. I nodded, unsure of what else to say. "Thank you."

"Of course, Aaron," I breathed.

"What else is going on with you? You haven't been yourself." He pried.

"Nothing important," I said with a small shrug.

"I don't believe that." He countered. I sighed, before drinking a considerable amount of wine from the bottle he gave me. No, of course he doesn't. It doesn't help that I've never been a good liar.

"I'm worried about the team, sir… Aaron. The last time an unsub got this close… I'm terrified that will happen again. I split with my boyfriend. It's not a big deal – it's really not… I couldn't be an active part in that relationship. Something had to give and I wasn't that invested. I do miss the distraction he offered, though. Overall, I'm okay. I'm just worried." I explained, knowing that if I didn't, that he would get the information out of me, one way or another.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asked me.

"It wasn't important – isn't important. There are more pressing issues at hand." I was honest with my answers.

"Whether you want to admit to yourself or not, you're hurting. I know that Derek leaving was hard on you and that our team hasn't really caught a break since."

"I know that Aaron, but it doesn't matter that I'm hurting, if everyone else is hurting, too. I'm not any more important than everyone else on the team." I argued.

"We can help you through it. We have to lean on each other, if we're going to make it out of this alive. You have to take care of yourself… Let us help. Let us take care of you." It wasn't a request. He didn't leave any room for argument.

"Okay," I gave in.

"We worry about you, too. You're just as much a part of this team as anyone else. I worry about you." He admitted. My eyebrows rose in surprise. That's something that Hotch doesn't freely admit.

"I… Okay. I'm sorry." I didn't know why I was apologizing, exactly, but it felt like the situation demanded it. The last thing I ever wanted to do was worry the team and Aaron.

"I'm sure it wouldn't be hard for you to find another distraction. You're a beautiful woman, Penelope." He kept going. Butterflied came to life in my stomach. Where is this going?

"Aaron, I –" I didn't get the chance to get much out, before I was interrupted.

"I'm not blind, Penelope. I'm not oblivious to how smart and radiant you are. If you need a distraction that won't demand more of yourself, than you're willing to give, then I'm offering. I could use a distraction myself and I haven't been able to get my mind off of you, since I've been back. I know that you've always been beautiful, but have you always been this breathtaking? How did I not notice, until recently? My God, you don't even know the things that you do to me." He confessed. I was floored. How do I respond to that?

"Yes, yes, I want you." I gasped, before I could overthink it or stop myself. He closed the distance between us and pressed his lips firmly against mine. I moaned against him and set the bottle of wine down. I was on my back, before I could blink. He was in charge and I wasn't complaining. He hiked up my dress and pressed two fingers inside of me with no warning. I swore against his lips. It felt good, but it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted him – all of him.

"Aaron, I don't want your fingers. I want you. We both need this, enough foreplay." I hissed, pulling my lips from his. He didn't need to be told twice. He undid his pants and pushed my underthings aside. "Fuck," I cried out, as he thrust into me. His phone started to ring. He grimaced. We both knew that we were working with limited time. He gripped my hips and I moved a hand between us. My toes were already starting to curl. I just needed some help getting there. My phone started going off and Aaron was the one to curse this time.

"We're not leaving, until we're done. We'll have to make this quick." He growled. I bit my lip and nodded in agreement. My fingers were moving with lightning speed and Aaron's thrusts weren't far behind.

"I'm close, Aaron… So… Close…" I gasped. I'm so close I can taste it.

"Good. Come Penelope. Come now. I want to feel you." He commanded. I came with a scream and I felt him come with me. He pulled out of my head and I barely had time to enjoy the aftershocks. "We need to shower and then head out. I won't wet my hair, so it's not suspicious. We will be finishing this later."

"You bet your sweet ass we will, sir."