Disclaimed!
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The world has seriously gone to hell! I hope everyone is safe and healthy wherever you are.
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He sensed her first.
Hotch slowly opened his eyes as the morning sun shined through the edges of the curtains before he turned his head to see JJ smiling at him.
She was leaning on her elbow, watching him with a smirk. Their hands were entwined softly on his chest and he couldn't help but return her smile with a grin of his own. "I like waking up to you."
JJ chuckled quietly at his croaky whisper. "You look so peaceful."
"It's kind of creepy, you watching me as I sleep." JJ let go of his hand to swat his arm.
Shaking her head, the liaison, sat up slowly, moving the quilt that covered them both. "Well, I couldn't help myself. You're a very handsome man."
"You just can't stop flirting with me, can you?" Hotch smirked as he watched the petite woman reach for his white shirt that was hanging over the back of a seat next to the bed.
Standing, JJ placed the shirt over her shoulders and giggled. "Nope."
"About last night," Hotch sat up and watched as JJ moved around the room avoiding his gaze. "I don't want things to be awkward."
"We didn't have sex, Aaron. I was tipsy but I clearly remember snuggling and nothing more." JJ met his gaze warmly before returning to the side of the bed where Hotch was sitting.
Taking his hand in hers, JJ waited patiently for him to respond as he stared at her silently. "Erm, what happens now? Because I'm not sure I can let you walk out of here without knowing things aren't going to get strange between us."
"I was thinking breakfast." JJ smiled and leaned in to kiss him gently.
Cupping her cheek with his large, warm hand, Hotch hummed into the kiss eagerly. "JJ, I'm being serious."
"So am I. I'm starving." JJ smirked as she watched the dark haired man, roll his eyes. "Okay, you want to talk."
"We can't keep leading each other on, for us to come to the same conclusion again. I want to be in your life, but each time we get close it ends with us reiterating that we don't want to risk, losing our friendship and each time it kills me that little bit more. I really care about you JJ, but there are so many other factors and I'm not sure I can keep doing this." Hotch stated calmly, seeing JJ bite her lip in uncertainty.
Moving his hand off her cheek, JJ kissed his palm and stood. "When we get home, come over for dinner."
"JJ, why can't we just have this out now?" Hotch asked in frustration.
"Because, I'm about to get a phone call telling us to get our butts to the airfield and that means sorting the guys out and I need a shower and that means tackling the door with the key card and it's stills very early in the morning." JJ dodged as she moved towards the door.
"JJ." Hotch called out, freezing the blonde in the doorway.
Before she could open the door, JJ watched as the profiler as he practically leapt out of bed and came to stand in front of her. "Hotch, I came here last night needing to be near you. I spend a large chunk of my day thinking about you. I spend most of time off, with you. Then last night I had a great dream about you and me. I'm pretty sure I know what I want, now. But you were right, I don't want to do this here. Here would be a mistake. So come over to my house tonight after work and we'll talk."
Nodding, Hotch smirked as she leaned up to kiss him. Grabbing her waist, the profiler groaned as he felt her hands rest on his chest. "I'll see you downstairs."
"Okay." JJ smiled, her attention falling immediately on her ringing Blackberry. Turning down the corridor, JJ replied politely back to the agent informing her, the plane would be arriving in a few hours but the blonde instantly froze as the door opposite her room opened as she struggled to get the key to work.
Grinning smugly at the sight of the team's liaison wearing their unit chief's work shirt, her own crumpled shirt and shoes cradled under her arm, Rossi took the key off blonde and opened her door. "Good night?"
"Don't start." JJ glared, snatching her key off the older man and shut the door in his face as the profiler began laughing.
By midmorning, the team were finally on the plane, on their way back to Quantico. Morgan was fast asleep on the couch after getting only a few hours sleep and suffering a bad head from the large amount of alcohol consumed the previous evening.
Reid was writing his report from the case at the table while JJ sat opposite the younger agent and read through the case files she brought with her. Seeing Rossi and Hotch in deep conversation at the back of the plane, JJ slowly placed her file down on the table and moved to make herself a mug of coffee in the kitchenette.
Hotch subtly watched the liaison move to the front of the plane, but the experienced profiler opposite him, caught his eye line and scoffed. "You have one hell of a dirty mind, Hotchner."
"Excuse me?" Hotch replied quietly with a raised eye.
Chuckling, Rossi leaned forward so the rest of the plane couldn't hear their conversation. "You're probably thinking over what happened last night between you and a certain blonde in your hotel room. You dirty old man."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Hotch responded neutrally at the smug looking man.
"Uh-huh, you can play stupid. But I caught JJ sneaking back to her room this morning wearing your shirt and you've got a nasty little glint in your eyes my friend." Rossi provoked as the unit chief continued to stare at him dryly.
"Honestly, Dave you're barking up the wrong tree." Hotch insisted coarsely.
Shaking his head, Rossi leaned back in his seat before he spoke again. "Just face the facts Aaron. You're a horny."
"Dave, just... don't!" Hotch rolled his eyes as he stood, leaving the chuckling older man alone as he made his way to the kitchenette where JJ was waiting for the kettle to boil.
Smiling as she saw him approach, JJ got an extra cup out for the supervisor. "You want a coffee?"
"Sure." Hotch replied with a nod, waiting until he was at her side to start a conversation. "So, Dave saw you this morning."
Guiltily staring down at the mug, JJ bit her lower lip before meeting his eyes. "I forgot to tell you. Is he being an ass?"
"No more than usual." Hotch quipped, watching the liaison as she poured out their coffees. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" JJ asked with a smirk.
Shrugging, Hotch gratefully accepted the coffee she passed him. "No reason, I just thought that maybe you were regretting some of the things you said earlier and I've hyped up tonight in my head."
"You think you're getting some tonight, huh Agent Hotchner?" JJ whispered with a raised eye.
His eyes widened at her accusation. "God, no I just thought..."
"I'm kidding, I want us to try and... I don't know... you know this will be easier to talk about tonight, instead of whispering on a plane full of our colleagues." JJ baffled, felt her cheeks burn as she looked down at her mug.
Nodding, Hotch smiled at her awkwardness. "We'll talk properly later then."
"Sure or you might just get laid." JJ winked as she moved past him back to her seat opposite Reid. Dumbfounded, Hotch straightened himself as he saw Rossi watching them interact at the back of the plane with a smug smirk on his face.
Returning to where his colleague and one time mentor sat, Hotch sighed as Rossi shook his head sarcastically. "Tut tut, in a government issued vehicle."
"Seriously, Dave, stop it." Hotch warned with a fixed glare.
The older man raised his hands defensively. "I just want you to be happy."
"And I'd be happy if you kept out of my private life." The lead profiler commented dryly.
"I'm just happy you're getting a private life." Rossi smirked with a raised eye. "So what's going on with you two, really?"
"Right, like I'm going to tell you. You're worse than Garcia for gossip." Hotch stated before taking a sip of his coffee.
The plane made a soft jerk, startling all of the agents as Rossi retorted, to his boss's accusation. "Come on Aaron, don't hold out on me, now. I need good news."
Sighing, Hotch leaned his head against the leather chair before replying wearily. "Nothing is going on. Last night we just fell asleep and tonight we're going to talk."
"Yeah right, 'talk'." Rossi chuckled as Hotch groaned and stood to move away from the prying older man and moved down the jet, doing his best to avoid the experienced agent's accusing eyes throughout the flight home.
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