Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds. I really wish I did. Or at least I wish I owned Derek and Reid. Or I wish I was a consultant for the show. That'd be nice.

Currently Untitled: A Criminal Minds FIc

Chapter Two: Carry Me Back To Old Virginie

While the greatest profilers around sat in the bullpen trying to piece together possible scenarios to fit with Esmee Richard, Esmee and Aaron were busy catching up.

"Sean says hello," Esmee said politely, tucking her legs beneath her before resting heavily on the arm of the chair. Hotch pulled his desk chair around and set before her, a hand idly rubbing her exposed knee as she spoke.

"He's thinking about opening a new restaurant." Hotch chuckled and shook his head.

"He's been dreaming of that for years," he stated and Esmee grinned.

"I just might fund it. After all, he did say he wanted to name it after me." Esmee and Hotch shared a look and she flushed ever so delicately.

"He was always sweet on you," he stated.

"Just like his brother," she retorted. Hotch's expression fell as his eyes dropped to the floor. Talking with Esmee was always so difficult for him despite having known her for most of her life. A pale and fragile looking hand came to rest beneath his chin and she slowly nudged his head up.

"I'm alright Aaron," she said softly, "really, I am. I know I don't look it, but I am." As an after thought she added, "Institute food isn't all that great. Believe it or not, I looked worse a week ago before Sean got his hands on me and stuffed me full of good food." She smiled to reinforce what she was saying and although Hotch forced himself to look like he believed her, they both knew he didn't.

"Like I said to Sean," she stated firmly, "the second I was released, you both were given the unofficial right to badger me and pester me and hover like I know you're so good at. And I promise not to protest or you can ship me back." Hotch smiled slightly at her teasing tone and at the prospect of her not fighting when he told her to do something. The major setback to Esmee's recovery was her own stubbornness.

"We might have to make it official," he stated, humor laced with the serious statement.

"I'll have my lawyer draw up the papers," she said, patting his knee as she stood and slipped her shoes back on.

"But right now, I must be going. And your team is probably wondering all about me." Hotch's eyes drifted towards the door knowing exactly what his team was doing right now. They were profiling Esmee.

"I'll walk you out," he said, but Esmee shook her head.

"I'm a big girl Aaron," came her predictable response, "you just call me sometime and I'll make you dinner." At his arched brow she laughed, "Sean taught me a few things while I was with him." Shaking his head in disbelief, Hotch opened his office door for Esmee and she glided past them.

Esmee's eyes took in the heads that snapped up when she stepped out and she pivoted gracefully back to face Hotch. She winked playfully before leaning in and giving him a quick kiss on the side of the mouth, in full view of the entire BAU team.

"Let's see what they do with that information," she whispered deviously for only Hotch's ears before turning around and prancing down the ramp.

"Thanks for your earlier assistance Garcia," Esmee called as she walked passed the group of FBI agents. Garcia waved quickly and just as quickly, Esmee disappeared into the elevator and was gone from their sight.

Once gone, all eyes turned to Hotch who was still standing in his office doorway. He noted the look in all their eyes, the questioning and the desire to know who Esmee was. Stepping forward, he looked down as JJ and said,

"Tell me we have a case."

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