This is the companion piece, to DANGEROUS. I decided to add this as a chapter to that story, but really it could almost be a stand alone. I haven't written too much for CM, so be kind, but I would love to hear from some of you brilliant writers! (shameless sucking up there, did it work?)

DISCLAIMER: If I owned them, the bad girl things I would do to poor Hotch!!


DISTURBING

Control was Aaron Hotchner's friend. He had always been in control of himself. Even when he was younger and laughed more, he was always aware of maintaining it. This job required him to control some of the most brilliant minds in the country. It required him to control some of the most horrific crime scenes. If he allowed himself to relax at all, he was sure he would melt. His control was like bones in the body, without them we would be formless puddles. He often felt like his emotions could be like that.

Certainly the last years had made that control a razor's edge he walked constantly. One tiny push or pull and he would fall into what he feared would be a bottomless abyss of self-loathing and doubt. Now more than ever, he needed to be in control for his own sanity, but mostly for his son's sake. That little boy's world had been ripped apart and trampled. He needed his father, no, his daddy to be there for him.

So, Aaron maintained. It was slow and careful at first. He took it carefully, feeling his way along that razor's edge for Jack's sake. Aaron was beginning to think he was getting his balance under him. But then, it would be thrown off, disturbed by one person.

As he sat in the jet whisking them back home, he thought about that disturbing person. She sat in the back, face turned as if looking out at the night sky. He knew better. Something was whirling in that brilliant mind.

Her mind, her intellect. That's what disturbed him about her. She was frighteningly smart, intuitive, and had a razor sharp wit. She could find the most bizarre moment in the hell that was their job and make them all smile, if not laugh. She would laugh out loud, and you needed to join her, her laugh. That was it

Her laugh, and that voice. Her voice disturbed his equilibrium. She had a slightly husky, smoky edge to her voice that wound its way from his ear drums up to his nerve endings. It skittered along there, raising the hairs on his neck in the most disturbing manner. It also raised other portions of his anatomy. He was like Pavlov's dog, responding to a sound cue. It was to the point where he would see her eyes twinkle and oh yes. Her eyes.

Those dark sparkling eyes disturbed his calm control. Whether they were twinkling when she was amused or warm and sweet comforting a victim's family, he was always lost in their dark depths. When the anguish of man's inhumanity to man became too much, those large eyes would seek out his, just as he would seek our hers. They would have entire conversations this way, he liked to think. Those eyes were truly windows to her soul, tucked under a fringe of dark hair. Oh, her hair.

That smell of her shampoo. He had no idea what she used, but just the smell could tighten his body Really, he was too old to react this way to scent of a woman's hair. This hadn't happened since he was 13 years old and Miss Dunleavy's shampoo had entranced him for most of the eighth grade. He was embarrassed to remember when Emily had grabbed his jacket to hold over her head when it rained. He spent that night inhaling her scent alone in his bed. His actions still made him squirm a bit. Because the rain had started to mold her tshirt to her body and oh.

Her body. Strong, soft, curvy without being too much. She was graceful and well-toned. His hands frequently itched just to run wild over those supple curves. She was so honest in her dealing that he was sure she would be the type of woman to respond openly to each caress. Her legs would wrap around…

Damn! This was the problem. He would try to be in control, careful and categorize all those parts of her. He was sure if he could only break her and his wild attraction to her into separate entities, he would no longer be disturbed. But those parts added to a delicious and disturbing whole. It was a package designed by God or the very Devil to disturb him and his careful control. If only he could let her know. If only he had the right and position in life to go up to her and pull that disturbing woman into his arms, he would get back his…Who was he kidding, this was the kind of woman who could disturb him forever, if only…

She was flushed again. What was disturbing her? He risked his control and equilibrium again to bring her some water. He mouthed some stupid platitude about dealing with the danger and cases. He wasn't even aware of what he really said. He was too busy watching her mouth curve and being disturbed by it.


Honestly, I just want to knock them both over the head and lock them into a room till they act on all that simmering chemistry!

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