United We Stand- A cinny-ster fic

Disclaimer:

As always I do not own any part of ABC, CBS, or Criminal Minds. For entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to person's living, dead or fictional is purely coincidental.

United we stand is part of an on going Criminal Minds based story with returning original fictional characters, and the original characters from the show. United is broken down into three separate stories that focuses on an unsub that is on a mission based killing spree. Return of a main character and a familiar face from 52 pick-up in the third part of the series. The introduction of Julianne Weaver is in The Butcher's mind parts 1&2.

Thanks,

Cinny

Chapter Fourteen

Shawna slipped out of Hotch's office right before day break. She took the stairs to the third floor and grabbed her bag from her office, heading to the ladies room down the hall. She did the best she could at freshening up and started to apply her make up. He lips were swollen and raw from the stubble on Hotch's upper lip and she applied some lip balm in hopes that it would heal before anyone seen her. Her hair refused to lie flat and she knew if anyone saw it they would know she hadn't washed it this morning. She grabbed a hair tie out of her makeup bag and gathered her hair into a ponytail, knowing that in itself was a dead give away. She couldn't worry about it now though. She took one last look in the mirror. Her mouth dropped open when she seen it, and she gasped. At the base of her neck a light bruise shone like a beacon screaming "Shawna had sex!" She got her concealor out and attempted to cover it. She spoke to her reflection, Jesus, Hotch a hicky!

Hotch woke on the futon. Light streamed through the blinds and he was a bit disorientated. Had he been dreaming? Shawna. If it was a dream he would not be here naked in his office. She was gone and he wished she had woken him. He could smell her perfume and he was certain he could still feel her hands on him. He knew it was futile to try and sleep some more, but he couldn't get up yet. Thinking of her made him wish she had stayed. He would have loved to wake up and see her in this light pressed to him and responding to his touch. A thought snapped him out of his daydream, What if she regrets coming here and doing this? What if I regret it? The last argument had little weight to it and floated out of his mind. He knew he didn't regret it, and would do it all over again. He got up and used the bathroom, cleaning up and then returned to his office to dress. He retrieved the small travel iron out of his closet and was pressing a shirt that was already perfectly ironed, when a knock on his door surprised him. "Just a second." He said.

The door knob turned and Shawna pushed the door open a crack, "It's only me."

"Come on in." He said, relieved that she came to see him.

She looked at him standing only in his slacks and socks. She wanted so desperately to touch his bare chest that she forgot why she was here. He was holding an iron in his right hand and his shirt was spread out on his desk. He stared at her before realizing neither of them was moving. He put the iron down and crossed the room to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and jerked her hips into him, kissing her hard on the mouth until she opened hers and he slid his tongue into her mouth. She put her hands on the back of his neck and he pulled her up and almost off the floor. She was on her tips of her toes and if he let go now she would surely fall. After some very heavy kissing Shawna said

"Aaron we need to stop. People will be here soon."

He kissed her a few more times and she lost the ability to protest. He released his grip on her and she slid down his body, he let out a sigh and she held her breath as the feel of his body on hers took her rational thoughts away. Her feet landed flat on the floor, and he still held her close to him, she hung onto his neck afraid her legs would not support her.

As if to emphasize her point her phone rang. He released her and she removed it from her belt. Hotch still unable to focus on anything but her, noticed the change from desire to surprise then to gloom, cross her face. She disconnected the call and tears began to form at her lash line.

"What's wrong?"

Shawna found her shoes and got her gun and badge from Hotch's desk. He grabbed his shirt sliding his arms into the sleeves. When she walked past him he grabbed her arm turning her to face him. He gathered her into his arms and hugged her lightly. She let the tears fall.

"A woman walking her dog last night found the body of Hayden Zelenko next to Alex's grave."

She let the sobs shake her body and her tears soaked Hotch's shirt. An hour later Hotch drove Shawna to the morgue as word spread through the BAU of Hayden's suicide.

Julianne woke in Reid's arms and she was so grateful to be back here like this again. She vowed never to let that separation happen again. She had almost forgotten about the proposal when she felt the ring snag on the blankets. She looked at it and smiled. How could she be so happy in such a small amount of time? She looked at Spencer, he still slept soundly and she wished she didn't have to wake him. She moved slightly and his eyes opened. He looked at her and she smiled. "I thought I could sneak out of bed and you would still be able to sleep." He pulled her closer and kissed her cheek. It didn't take long for Spencer to convince Julie to stay in bed a little while longer.