Rossi was watching Hotch and the unSub stepping into the elevator. He was against the use of Hotch for a decoy. These missions were always a risky business, he had already seen more than one going south. The profile was telling that the perpetrator struck after the physical act, like a praying mantis, devouring the male after mating. The risk of a unSub suddenly changing his MO was always present. The possibility of Hotch losing his nerve, wasn´t something, Rossi was afraid of, but you never knew. He was laughing while stepping with the woman in the elevator. Shining through the old Hotch, Hotch before the tragedy, before he transformed himself into closed clam, Rossi thought. "Where are they?" Morgan asked suddenly from behind. "Just entered the elevator," said Rossi. "Where is Reid?" " With Prentiss in the OB van, they will join us later on." The two agents were waiting for a few minutes, then also hit the elevator, to get to their room, the room next to Hotch and the unSub.
"Let me do it," Violet said, the locking system was kind of stubborn, Hotch tried the keycard three times and the system remained red. He ist nervous, she tought, smiling, that made him...loveable, crossed her mind, had she just been developing feelings for a customer, that was so inappropriate. But the way he behaved made it so easy, Violet thought. His hand on her back was tender and loving, and there had not been a lack of respect for one minute. But this was a brutal business, she remembered, not a stupid Pretty Woman candy cupcake romance. Violet pulled the keycard sharply through the system and opened the door. Hotch put his hand on her shoulder and together they entered the hotel room. Violet turned into Hotch´s direction and loosened his tie. "You will not need this right now," she said, and she also removed his jacket. Her coat took the same way as his jacket. "I need to just fresh up a bit," she went to the bathroom. "You don´t have do that," Emily said to Hotch. "I know," he whispered in the bouquet on the table. But the fact was, and Aaron was surprised by the way he felt, that he wanted to. Traitor, he scolded himself, his whole body demanded Violet so desperate, he also wanted to believe that she was not the one they were looking for. He knew, that he was stepping on thin ice and took out his earpiece. Hotch could not take the risk that she discovered it. She came out of the bathroom, putting her purse on the nightstand and went to Hotch, "So Aaron, how do you want me to be?" she asked softly. What am I doing here? Aaron thought, it was crazy and dangerous, I never should have gone that far, never, ever. I am such an idiot. "Just as you are," said Hotch, he did not know what else to say. Violet nodded and slowly slid her hands under his shirt. "Kiss me," she whispered, "You are allowed to do so," she added, as Hotch hesitated.
In the next room Prentiss was moving like a tiger in a cage back and forth. "Sit down, you're driving me crazy," Morgan bleated, " Even for us, this is not easy, take a look at Reid." Spencer had put his iPod on full blast, you could hear,despite his earplugs, that Mick Jagger just revealed to be born in a Crossfire Hurricane. "So cool down, Prentiss okay?"
Hotch´s lips touched Violets. He nibbled gently on her lower lip and his tongue begged for entrance. She moaned softly and opened her mouth just a little. She was teasing Hotch a little bit, before she kissed him back. Hotch slid down the zipper of her dress and Violet let the silk slip over her shoulders to the ground, gradually followed by Aaron's clothes, piece by pieces. Violet out slipped a quiet "oh Lord", when she saw the scars on his torso. Hotch put a finger to her mouth and said "not now". He pulled her to the bed, he kissed her neck and rubbed gently over her collarbone, his hands cupped her breasts. He provoked her gently with his thumb and she responded immediately. Her body turned toward him, she could already feel his hardness against her belly. Hotch gasped loudly as Violet covered his shaft and rubbed it gently. With the other hand she reached toward her bag on the bedside table. Don´t do it, Hotch thought and grabbed her hand. Violet paused briefly and looked at Aaron, "I don´t know where you might hide your condoms, mine are in my purse." Hotch released her hand and watched her doing the necessary precautions. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as Hotch glided slowly into her. He was taking his time, he wanted her to feel comfortable with his size. Violet breathed heavily, he fulfilled her, completely, and he didn´t hurry. He was almost considerate and this feeling plunged Violet over the edge. She had to pretend nothing, she gave herself to Hotch, unreservedly.
"Quinn," she groaned as she came, "my name is Quinn," Hotch came with her and a few seconds later he rested exhausted on her still trembling body. He was laying with his head on her belly and Violet-Quinn caressed Aaron's hair. She enjoyed his warm breath on her belly, and his tender hand stroking her thigh. "How long you stay" Hotch asked. "I usually go now, but right now I don´t want to go anywhere, damn unprofessional, don´t You think?" "I want You to stay," Hotch said firmly. "Quinn, where does it come from?" "Aquinna, my father had a somewhat oblique taste. But I was lucky, my little sister is called Bristol." She laughed softly and Hotch could hear her affection for her sister literally.
"Is it over?" Reid asked a room further, ready to use his earplugs again. Rossi nodded, "Actually, she would have to strike now, why doesn´t she?" asked Rossi, Morgan was just as uncertain as his colleague. "I think she would have done it long ago, if she was our unSub. Instead, she talks about her family that does not fit. What do you think, Prentiss?" Emily was sitting motionless in a chair. The green monster had total control, she was jealous like hell. Every sound of Hotch and the other girl has been like a burning needle, drilled into her heart. She was hiding her feelings for Hotch already for months and now she had to hear, how he went to bed with another one, no, not just going to bed with her, no, they were making love. Prentiss had recognized in his tone how close Hotch was letting the unSub get near to him. Prentiss got up, walked wordless into the bathroom and slammed the door.
Quinn had fallen asleep next to Hotch and he cast a glance at the platinum blonde. Either they were led astray from the obvious, and the profile was fundamentally wrong, or there was an other one. She slept quietly and ... peaceful, Hotch didn´t find a more suitable adjective than this, according to the profile the unSub was in a rage, aggressive, and she cut off the genitals of their victims. Hotch looked through her bag, there wasn´t much in it. Blackberry, keys, wallet, condoms, her fee. Even in her coat he couldn´t find something, that could be used as a weapon. Hotch gut feeling was clear, she was not the person, they were looking for. She was so not what he had expected. Aaron returned gently back to her, but Quinn woke up anyway. "What time is it?" she asked sleepily, "two," said Hotch and kissed her playfully. She returned the kiss and let slip her hands over his chest, she stroked the muscles on his stomach, not a six-pack, she thought, but in good shape. She didn´t like those vain posers who were interested in nothing, except their body. Hotch gasped as she touched his groin and the inside of his thigh, "Quinn," he said softly. "That has nothing to do now with our Deal for tonight, I'm doing it because I want to," she explained. "Then do not stop," Hotch told her hoarsely.
"Hotch has lost control," said Reid, "clearly", "He knows what he's doing," said Rossi, hoping on this occasion that it was that way. Hotch behaved currently not like himself, Rossi suspected that Aaron´s suppressed feelings finally found a way out. Morgan had gone into the bathroom to Prentiss. "Do you want to talk about it?" "About what?" Prentiss didn´t want to talk definitely. "About slamming that damn door? Or that You're nuts about Hotch? Come on, don´t look like that, any idiot can see it." Derek had become loud. "What are you upset like this?" Emily asked irritated. "Because you don´t see the obvious," Derek snapped, also slamming the door as he left.
"Would You mind, helping me with that dress?" Quinn asked Hotch some time later. "Only if I have to," grunted Aaron, but did what she wanted. "I´m just leaving, okay?", Quinn did not want a long goodbye, she was already upset enough. Hotch watched her as she left the room, what the hell was he thinking? To sleep with her for a second time was just stupid, even if it felt so right at that moment.
Beeing Violet again, she stepped back in the hotel corridor. It was so long ago, she had a suitor told her real name. My little Violet, her father always called her and she kept the name because it fitted somehow. And of course, to separate her private life from the life as a call girl. A life that she actually dropped down, over a year ago. She pressed the elevator button. "There are some questions, we like to ask You," Violet was approached from behind. "I´m sorry?" she said, turning around and suddenly facing three FBI guys, showing their badges to her.