A/N This was always gonna be a slash fic, but it won't be the main plot or anything. More as a side note I guess. Don't like? Too bad.

Anaheim, California

August 1st 2009

Harrison and Hotchner headed outside and walked on until they came to Harrison's car.

"This is your car?" Asked Hotch in amazement, the first emotion that wasn't stoicism that Harry had seen on the guy's face.

"No, I stole it. Of course it's mine. Scratch it and I'll make your life hell."

Getting inside the car, Harrison begins to make his way to his house. The silence wasn't uncomfortable except that both men were struggling with their attraction to the other.

"How do you know Strauss?"

Harrison decided to be a little bit kinder to the other agent. Especially if he wanted a chance at starting anything with the handsome man later on.

"Hnn. I've actually worked with the FBI before. Strauss wasn't your section chief at the time but was for another unit. I was helping her unit catch a serial rapist. MI6 was more than happy to let the FBI call on me whenever they felt they needed me."

"Have you considered transferring to the FBI permanently?"

"The idea has been thrown around for a while now, yes. I'm not disillusioned with all law enforcement, just to be clear. Scotland Yard will be the last place I ever go to, but I generally just don't trust people easily."

"What unit has been asking for you?"

"Counter-terrorism. And no, I haven't made a decision on whether I will take up the offer. I can't run my business at the same time."

They soon pull up to a large property that looked too big for one person, but Hotch had already gathered that the other man was loaded.

Both men stepped out of the car and into the house. When the door closed, Harrison all of a sudden found himself pushed against the wall, Hotchner's front plastered to his and his arms bracketing Harrison's head.

"Hmnn, I didn't appreciate the attitude you have been giving me all day, Little Lord." Hotch leaned close and ran his nose up Harrison's neck and jaw before whispering in his ear. "Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop. Judging by what I can feel against my thigh, it's clear that you don't want to."

Harrison was so incredibly turned on. He could tell from the first instant he laid eyes on him that there was something so very domineering about the other man. Only Neville knows that Harry is a sub. He had confided in him after Luna had suggested visiting a club that catered to doms and subs. She had mentioned it would help him center himself and heal from the drama that is his life. He has had to be an alpha all throughout his life and this way he could just let go and let someone look after him for once. But he wasn't going to make it easy for Hotchner.

As Hotch waited for Harrison to reply, he pondered on what he deduced from the other agent. He wasn't 100% sure if Harrison was a sub, all through their interactions there was nothing to overtly suggest it. He was confident, borderline rude….in fact it was the rudeness that gave it away. It was on the cusp of being defensive and there were little tells that Harrison was fighting the urge to bare his neck.

"Little Lord?"

"Hnn," Harrison moved his face closer to Hotchner's, acting like he was about to kiss him. "I don't do flings, Agent Hotchner. So if that's what you want, look the other way." At the last second, he turned his head and ducked under his arms.

Hotchner grabbed Harrison's wrist to stop him before he got too far. "Neither do I. And it's Aaron."

"What?"

"Call me Aaron. At least if it's just us."

Harrison observed the other agent carefully before agreeing. "We'll talk about whatever this is AFTER the case." He moved off into another room that held his safe and pulled out his guns and holsters. Once done, he returned to where he left the other man. "Let's go." Before he could avoid it, Aaron stole a chaste kiss before striding out to the car. "Asshole." Harrison breathed out.

"I heard that."

"Whatever, let's just go."

Arriving at the Anaheim hotel, Harrison asks for the manager at the concierge desk.

"Of course Mr Potter-Black, just head on up to his office. He'll be expecting you."

"Much appreciated," replied Harrison charmingly. "C'mon, this way."

Finding the correct office, Harrison greeted the manager.

"Mr Potter-Black, it's an honor to have you here today. How can I help you?"

"Hello Mr Ford, this is Supervisory Special Agent Hotchner. I'm here to release the guest name list and surveillance footage to the FBI. If you could gather everything for me that would be great."

"Of course, sir. Please sign these release forms and I'll be back in a few minutes. Please take a seat."

"Thank you."

Once Mr Ford had left the room, Aaron turned to Harrison. "It was seriously that easy to get what we needed? Why all the hoops?"

"I don't know what you've gathered about my chain of hotels but they are generally only visited by high ranking officials or upper class citizens. And it's not usually for business but pleasure. They all sign NDA's and a waiver to say that while we boast absolute privacy, customer information may be released in extreme circumstances. I haven't had to do so until now."

"Right, well we need the same information from the other nine locations."

"It's being sent to me as we speak."

"Great, I need you to send it all to Garcia."

"Yeah no, that's not happening. Bring her out here if you must, but all of this is staying on my private servers. And before you suggest anything, I'd like to see her try to break my firewalls."

Aaron huffed. "Fine." He stalked off to call Garcia to get her to fly out to Anaheim ASAP.

Mr Ford arrived just as Aaron had finished his phone call and handed Harrison a flash drive. "Here you go, everything is on there."

"Much appreciated, we'll get out of your hair now." Both agents left the hotel and made their way back to the precinct.

Before heading inside, Harrison grabbed his laptop from the back seat. Aaron just silently followed along, still fuming that he was letting the other man walk all over him.