Aaron let out a long yawn as he looked at the work still ahead of them. Strauss had asked him and Rossi to help her catch up on some auditing paperwork that he had let go by the wayside while she had been in rehab, and since the team was grounded for a week after the bank heist incident, it had made sense that now would be the time to do that. "You can't be losing steam now, Hotch. We're finally making good progress."
He looked over at Garcia and gave her a tired smile before raking his fingers through his hair. "I know, Garcia. I just wanted to get home before Jack went to sleep."
"Well, Rossi was the one who wanted to get it all finished in one day, so that he could also take advantage of having little to do for the rest of the week. Speaking of our resident Italian Stallion, have you seen him recently? He mentioned having to stretch his legs, but that was," Penelope checked her phone before looking back up at him, "twenty minutes ago."
Aaron nodded as he realised that it had been that long since his friend had left them in the briefing room. "Well, I don't know about you, but I think I'm going to go look for him. Because I truly don't want to be here until midnight, and neither do you."
"I would like to go home and…relax."
He glanced at Garcia from the corner of his eye, and took in the deep flush that spread across her cheeks, as if she realised what she had intimated to him. It was better if he ignored those words, since he didn't want to embarrass her any further. "Exactly. Do you want to help me look for him?"
"Two heads are better than one here." She gave him her easy smile as she rose to her feet. "I'll check his office and Strauss's office. Where are you going to look?"
"The bunker. I wouldn't put it past him to have gone down there to take a nap while we finished up all the work." Garcia giggled, nodding, and he felt a rush of blood travel down to his groin. That had been why he'd twisted Dave's arm to help him with this, because he didn't want to think about his desire for Garcia, especially since no one knew that he and Beth were taking a break, that she had seen the way he kept looking at Garcia throughout Jen's wedding. "Right, let's go."
Again, she nodded, and they headed out of the briefing room together. Anderson was just packing up his bag when they passed his desk, and he gave Aaron a knowing smirk, which he arched an eyebrow at, quickly squashing that thought. "We'll meet back in the briefing room in twenty minutes? And if we can't find him, we can call it a night and finish up tomorrow?"
"We'll take stock of what's left to finish and see what would be best. If we can finish tonight, we'll both be taking a personal day tomorrow, and I'll make certain Strauss approves."
"I like the sound of that, too, Boss Man." Garcia gave him a broad wink before she sashayed out of the bullpen.
"Kevin is a fool," Anderson said as his smirk returned. "It's too bad there's not a knight in shining armour to rescue our dear Garcia."
Aaron was about to reply when the younger man scampered off, as if he knew that he had pushed his luck a little too far. Shaking his head, Aaron followed after Penelope, knowing that she was headed for Strauss's office. He went to the elevators and pressed the down button, waiting for it to arrive. Pulling out his phone, he checked his notifications to make certain that Dave hadn't sent him a text or called to tell him that he'd decided to pack it in for the evening. There was nothing there, and he shoved the device back into his pocket as he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the subbasement.
He was unsurprised to have the elevator to himself the entire trip down, since it was past the time for almost every other person to head home. As he stepped out of the elevator, his phone vibrated against his thigh, and he pulled it out to see what his newest notification was.
Are you going to be home soon, or will I need to spend the night with Jack?
Aaron's shoulders slumped as he read the message Jessica had sent him. I don't know what time we're going to be finished. It all depends on if I can find Dave in the next twenty minutes. I would plan on spending the night, and if I get home earlier than expected, you can head home. I'm sorry.
There was a brief pause before Jessica answered. It happens, I understand. I'll see you later, no matter what.
He let out a long sigh as he exited out of his messages and put the phone back. Squaring his shoulders, he went down the corridor to the bunker. He didn't even need to peek his head inside to know that Dave wasn't there, as the door was firmly locked, and there were no lights on inside. Turning on his heel, he went back to the elevator and rode back up to the sixth floor, finding himself alone again on the ride. Stepping into the hall, he met Garcia there, smiling to see the clear frustration on her face. "I take it that you didn't find him, either?"
"No! And I even checked in the clean room. And now, I'm so angry that I want to find him and drag him back into the briefing room by his goatee hairs!"
It was so hard not to react to the way that Garcia looked, stamping her foot in outrage, because he was torn between laughing and wanting to kiss her senseless. "I don't think I can allow you to do that, but you can drag him by his arm?"
"I will live with that, Hotch. So, where do you think he might be? Because even though Strauss is still here, she wasn't in her office when I peeked my head in, either."
He swallowed the groan that came to his lips, wondering what his best friend was up to. He didn't think that Strauss would allow him liberties at work, not after that one Christmas party so many years ago. "That is odd. Maybe she went out to get dinner?"
"And took him with her, without asking us if we were hungry? She wouldn't do that! Would she?"
"I don't know, Garcia, honestly. So, he wasn't in the obvious places, is there anywhere else you could think of that he might have gone?"
"It's a long shot, but we could go check the interrogation room. It's pretty much sound proof, so if he did want to take a nap, no one would hear him snoring in there." He nodded, thinking that she could possibly be right, and he led her over to the stairwell. "Stairs? In these heels?"
"It's one story down, I think that you'll be fine. But you could always take your shoes off before we go down."
"And ruin my tights? No, thank you. If my feet hurt after this little adventure, well, Rossi can rub them as penance for us having to find him!"
Aaron nodded, trying to keep his thoughts chaste. "All right, let's head down," he said a bit gruffly, and she gave him a knowing look before nodding herself and opening the door to the stairwell. Garcia took off before he did, and he was almost certain that she was swaying her hips back and forth a little more than absolutely necessary. Still, it was a nice sight, so he didn't call her out on it.
"It has been nice working with you today, you know," Garcia said as they stepped out onto the floor, and he gave her a brief, little, smile. "And that's the second one I've gotten today! I wish you'd smile more, though I understand why you're so dour." Before he could protest, she leaned up and pressed the quickest of kisses to his cheek. "I know, you're Beth's man, but friends kiss, right?"
"Right. Though I'm a bit of a free agent at the moment." Garcia arched her eyebrows up, a shocked, pleased, look soon gracing her face.
"Well, that does throw me a curveball," she purred, and he cleared his throat as he looked anywhere but at her. "Don't worry, I won't eat you up here. Not while we're still looking for our Italian rat fink."
He chuckled as they made their way down to the interrogation room, each step sounding incredibly loud to his ears, as there was no one else that they passed on their little journey. "I hope that he realizes that he should never have made you upset."
"I think he'll know by the end of this little task that his girlfriend put on our plate."
This did make him laugh, and he pressed his hand against his mouth, not wanting to disturb the silence of the hall. Garcia nudged his side with her elbow as she shook her head, and he shrugged a little as they stopped outside the interrogation room. "All right, last chance to find him," he said as he opened the door and let them inside. He glanced over at the mirrored glass that would allow them to see into the other room, and saw that they had indeed found his best friend.
Garcia closed the door and then turned to follow his line of sight, a small gasp escaping her lips. "So he did slip away to do something naughty!" she exclaimed as she drifted over to the window, watching them intently. "I know that we probably shouldn't be watching this, but, fuck she's hot."
Aaron came over to her side, licking his lips as he nodded. "She is."
Dave was kissing Erin, his hands buried in her hair, and he could see her hands making quick work of the buttons on his shirt. "I would have expected them to nude already, honestly, since he's been gone for forty minutes now."
"She wouldn't have agreed to this quite so readily, given what I know of her. But Dave is nothing if not a charmer."
"That he is." Penelope's voice sounded high and thready, and a glance over at her revealed that she was pressing her thighs together as she licked her lips, watching them intently. Dragging his gaze upwards, he couldn't help but notice the way her nipples were stiff peaks against the fabric of her dress, and Aaron felt his dick stiffen as he thought about what her skin might taste like. Flustered, he stepped away from her and tripped over his feet, his hand landing on the button that would allow them to hear Dave and Erin.
"David," the older woman keened out as he brushed his goatee against her skin, and Aaron tried to surreptitiously adjust himself, not wanting to call attention to his arousal. Garcia, though, seemed to only have eyes for the scene in front of them, as by now, Dave was quickly undoing the buttons on Erin's blouse, roughly parting the two halves before tugging the straps of her bra down her arms. Penelope let out a groan at the same time as Erin, and he licked his lips at the sound.
"Oh, wow, I didn't," Garcia breathed out as she stepped even closer to the window, one hand spreading out against the glass as her head tilted to one side. "Her breasts are amazing. Hotch…" There was a slight whine to her voice, and he felt himself moving towards her, as if they were magnetically attracted to each other. Unbidden, he reached out and rested his hand on her shoulder, and she looked up at him, her mouth open, desire blowing out her pupils. "Is it wrong that I want to go in there and bury my face in her cleavage?"
He slowly shook his head, feeling much the same, and then Garcia was leaning against him, her head lolling back on his chest as they continued to watch the couple in the other room. Dave almost roughly pulled Erin's skirt down her legs, and Aaron let out a strangled gasp to see that she was wearing a garter belt to hold up her hose. "My god," he muttered as they watched him pull down her lacy underwear before Dave buried himself between her thighs.
The little coos and moans that Erin made as Dave ate her out threatened to undo Aaron, and then he felt Garcia's nimble fingers pull down the zipper of his slacks before her hand was slipping inside to close around his erection, moving up and down as they continued to watch. "She's almost feral. Can you imagine what her skin must feel like beneath your hands? How she must taste? I know that I'd love to push Rossi out of the way right now so that I could devour her, to drive her to higher and higher peaks of pleasure, to listen to those glorious sounds she's making as she rakes her nails down my naked back, to feel her thighs tighten around my head as her orgasm overtakes her senses."
Aaron let out a strangled groan as his hips thrust into her hand, the velvet of her palm teasing him to distraction. Garcia gave him a cheeky grin as she released his dick and stepped in front of him, pressing her back against his chest. "Gar-garcia?"
"You can touch, too. It's not fair that you be the only one on the receiving pleasure as we watch them fuck." He nodded as they both turned their attention back to the scene in front of them, and he listened to Penelope gasp before she arched even tighter against his chest as Erin orgasmed with a low cry, her thighs tightening around Dave's head as she moved her hips to the rhythm of his mouth, chasing the pleasure as it rode through her body. Unconsciously, Aaron brought his hands up to Garcia's breasts, squeezing softly as he ran his thumbs over her nipple. "Yes," she hissed out as her hands rucked her skirt up, revealing that she was also in garters, and he bit his lower lip at the clear invitation in that move.
"Are you certain, Penelope?" He vaguely noticed that he had used her name, and then she was nodding as her hands moved, dropping the skirt once more so that she could reach behind her back to grab the tab of her zipper, starting to pull it down her back. He knocked her hands away and opened the rest of the zipper, almost roughly pushing the dress off her shoulders before undoing the hooks of her bra and pushing that bit of fabric away, too. Once her breasts were bare, he brought his hands up to them again, relishing the weight of them in his palms as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. Again, she moaned in unison with Erin, and that just enflamed his lust all the more.
Penelope canted her hips away from him for a moment as she shimmied out of her clothing, including her lacy panties, and then she molded herself to his body once more. "You can touch a little harder. I'm not made of glass. As long as you don't mark me anywhere that will show. Look, Rossi's already pushed Strauss into a second orgasm, and he hasn't even fucked her yet."
Garcia's dirty words turned him on all the more, and he pressed his erection more firmly against her ass, letting out his own growl as she moved against him. "Just wait," he panted in her ear. "The real show is probably just about to start."
As if Dave had heard them, he pulled away from Erin's vulva and pressed a flurry of kisses to her inner thighs before dragging his lips up Erin's torso, swirling his tongue around her navel before heading for her breasts. As they watched, Dave plumped up one of Erin's breasts before closing his mouth around her nipple as his other hand teased her free breast. Aaron slipped one hand down Garcia's torso so that he could push her thighs apart and seek out her clit. Garcia rolled her hips into his hand, and he smiled before lowering his lips to the tendon of her neck as they watched Dave continue to suckle Erin as his hand drifted lower, parting her thighs a little wider before entering her in one smooth stroke.
"Fuck. Me." Garcia's voice was high and thready as she threw her head back against his shoulder. Aaron nodded as he gently bent them forward, giving him a better angle to enter her. She was so warm around his erection, and he groaned as he angled his hips upwards in order to fill her more completely. "Yes," she moaned, one of her hands covering his on her breast, encouraging him to touch her more firmly. "Hotch!"
He nodded as he thrust into her, matching the same pace that Dave was using with Erin. Garcia was right, there was something so feral about the way she threw her head back and bowed her back up to come in closer contact with his best friend. Her slim legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in closer as she wailed in pleasure. In that moment, he knew exactly why Dave had brought her there, because the interrogation room was soundproof, and with how loud Erin was, there would have been no way to hide what they were doing if it had happened in the bunker, or either of their offices.
Aaron could feel that he was close to his own orgasm, and he wanted to make certain that Penelope reached that pinnacle quickly, too, since they would need to dress and leave in a hurry, in order not to get caught. And the sight of Dave's hips snapping as he reached orgasm was all the impetus he needed to slide his free hand down Penelope's torso to slip between her thighs, between her slick folds, to find her clit and he thumbed it in slow, lazy, circles that caused her hips to grind against him.
"I'm coming, Hotch! Oh, fuck, I don't want this to end!" she cried as her core clenched around his erection, causing him to slip over the edge of his own pleasure. He bit down on her shoulder in order to keep his own moan of pleasure quiet, and then they were leaning forward, against the glass, as they panted for breath. "That was so fucking hot," she whispered as she lolled her head against his chest. "And I mean it, I don't want this to end."
He nodded as they watched Erin flop against the table, her breasts rising and falling with her quick breaths. "I don't either. But how are you both so gorgeous in the afterglow? I feel like a sweaty goat."
"Oh, not a goat, Aaron. More like the sweaty Adonis to my Aphrodite."
"And what does that make us, Kitten?"
They both stiffened in shock as they stared into the other room. "How, how?" she stammered, and Dave chuckled as he picked up Erin's clothes, dropping them on the table next to her as he began to put himself back together.
"Which one of you pressed the speaker button?" Aaron felt the blood drain from his face as he realised that he had been the one to make that mistake. "I'm guessing it was probably Hotch, and not on purpose. Though I'll thank you not to think too long about my lover's body."
"Oh, David, you shouldn't be so possessive. I'm yours, body and soul," Erin responded as she got off the table and stretched. Both Aaron and Penelope stared at her soft body, and Garcia reached out a hand to touch the glass.
"She's so beautiful that she has to be the queen of the goddesses, Hera herself. Which is fitting, since you're a bit of a horndog, my Italian Stallion." Penelope knelt and took hold of her panties, pulling them back into place. Aaron took this as his cue to also right his clothing, and they listened to both Erin and Dave laugh as they dressed.
Once the other couple was decent, they disappeared from the room, joining them in the outer room. Penelope let out a little squeak as she tried to hurriedly fasten her bra, and Erin let out a soft chuckle as she approached her side, taking hold of the ends of the bra and hooking them together. "I thought it only fair that we try to catch a glimpse of you, since you saw all of us," Erin almost purred, and Aaron gave her a jerky nod as he watched her help Penelope back into her dress. "From the sounds you were making, I know that you enjoyed the show. I told David that we should have waited until we were home to do this, but…"
"I can be quite persuasive, when I want to be. But now, we have to get back to work. This audit you saddled us with will never get finished if we stop now. Unless…"
"Yes, David?"
"You want to lend a hand so that we can get it finished earlier."
Aaron nodded in agreement, thinking about the stack of work that they still needed to finish before they could declare it at an end, and a short glance at Penelope told him that she was in agreement as well. "I think that would be for the best, Ma'am," she said as she leaned back against Aaron once more. "After all, many hands make for light work."
"As long as that's all it is, I'll agree to help."
Penelope took hold of Aaron's hand and gave it a sharp squeeze. "I can make no such promises, Ma'am. After all, I did ask you to talk dirty to me, once, not so long ago."
Dave choked on a breath, which caused Aaron to chuckle with the knowledge that Erin hadn't told her lover about that particular incident. "Yes, well, the rest of the night is for work. The future can be…negotiated."
Again with that purr, and Aaron felt himself stir in his pants once more. Erin noticed the tiny movements he made and shot him a knowing smirk as she hooked arms with Penelope and led her from the room, leaving him alone with Dave. "Don't even ask, Hotch. I'm not certain I want to know the answer to what goes through her head some days." Laughing, he patted Aaron on the back before they, too, left the room, knowing that their work for the evening was far from over, even with such a delightful interlude.