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Russian Roulette (Part Two)

Warnings: Standard Violence for CM

Words: 669

Her first case had been heavier than she would care to admit to her new teammates. Working anti-terror, she’d seen her fair share of the cruelty of humanity, but this unsub had taken it to a whole new level. Even now, a week later, the mental images of the crime scene haunted her. The idea that anyone could take joy out of the act of torturing someone was one she was familiar with, but it didn’t make it easier. Alex focused on the paperwork in front of her, working hard to keep her mind off of what would happen if they were called on another case.

“Hey sugarplum.” Garcia stopped by her desk as she did every day now. If Alex hadn’t known better, she would have sworn the other blonde could sense how badly Alex felt. “It’s girls’ night tonight. Got any plans?” Alex shook her head, a small smile forming at the idea of a true distraction. Garcia certainly seemed excited enough as she swiped a stack of post it notes from Alex’s desk and scribbling something down. “This is the bar we normally meet at. Seven tonight.” Alex took the name of the bar, standing to give the other woman a hug.

“Thanks, Garcia.” The team had certainly been welcoming, but none so as much as Garcia. It was a welcome reprieve from the dark turn her thoughts had taken earlier. The other woman patted Alex’s back before pulling away.

“Derek said you seemed a bit down. I just wanted to help.” Though the woman’s voice was lowered, Alex still let her gaze dart around to see if anyone noticed. “Oh, hun, you work with profilers. It’s impossible to hide anything from them.” Alex gave a chuckle and nodded, pocketing the post it.

“Thanks again. I’ll try to remember that.” Garcia nodded and left, as Alex turned to finish her paperwork. The next shadow to cross her desk was Hotch himself, two folders in hand. “Agent Hotchner, was there something you needed?” He nodded, setting the folders on her desk.

“I was hoping you could go over these files before you left today. Just want to make sure they’re in order.” She gave him a smile and a nod, picking up the files to inspect them. It was basic stuff, and at first glance appeared to be in order.

“Of course, sir.”

“Agent McLean, you can call me Hotch like everyone else.” She looked up again to see a pleasant smile on his face. It made his eyes crinkle at the corners just a bit, and drew out her own more genuine smile.

“In that case, feel free to call me Alex.” He gave a nod before leaving her to her task. The files were perfect, and it only took a little of her time to go through them. She finished her day right on time, taking the elevator down with Reid and Prentiss, who seemed to be in some sort of debate. Alex listened with a smile. She was only home long enough to shower and dress for a night out before having to leave again. The bar was easy enough to find, and her group even more so. The three women sat at a table, sharing drinks and a laugh. She approached hesitantly, giving a wave when all eyes turned to her.

“You made it!” Prentiss beamed at her and waved a waiter over, making room at the table where they sat. Alex gave a smile, giving her drink order quickly before turning back to the girls. They all seemed a bit impressed, though she couldn’t imagine why.

“What?” JJ and Prentiss shared a look while Garcia leaned closer.

“Bourbon? Little hard don’t you think?” Alex shook her head with a blush.

“No, I’ll be fine. One or two won’t kill me.” They all nodded and sipped their drinks. The night devolved into small talk and turning down guys who came to their table, and Alex felt like a real part of the team.

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Russian Roulette (Part 3)

Warnings: None

Words: 599

Her time with the team made Alex more comfortable and each passing mission brought her closer to all of them. It only took a month for her to realize she found Hotch attractive, and a day to decide to try and avoid him when necessary. It was working so far, and so she felt she could probably keep it up. The bosses had been nice enough to give them all Valentine’s off; that led to Alex drinking alone in a bar and trying not to make eye contact with the skeevy guy at the end of the bar who’d been staring at her for an hour. She didn’t know what she’d expected, going out tonight of all nights, but it felt nice just to be somewhere that wasn’t home, the office, or a crime scene. When someone took the seat next to her, she didn’t even bother to look at them, sipping her third bourbon of the night and watching whatever game was on the TV tonight.

“Alex?” Her head turned quickly to take in the one man she definitely didn’t want to see on Valentine’s. Hotch sat there with an amused expression, dress shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows and tie long gone.

“Hotch…what are you doing here?” He arched a brow, though the amused look never left his face. Before answering, he waved the bartender over, ordering his own whiskey. She finished her glass and ordered another, needing more than a buzz to get through whatever embarrassment she was going to endure in front of her boss.

“I was just grabbing a night out. Unfortunately, I don’t get many of them.” The drinks arrived, and she took a somewhat larger sip than normal. He sipped his as well. “What brings you here? Meeting someone?” She snorted, noting too late that the alcohol was clearly already kicking in.

“What gave you that idea?” Hotch turned to face her fully, drink in hand. Though she knew he was just going to profile her, it somehow felt more intimate.

“Well, for starters, you’ve taken the time to curl your hair and do your make up. The necklace around your throat is eye catching, but not gaudy. Your dress,” here he hesitated, taking a larger sip of his drink as though bracing himself, “your dress is form fitting, and the lace could be considered flirtatious.” That had been her exact thought when she bought the dress. A combination of lace and body con material, it sat around mid-thigh in a deep red color. It was one of her favorites; it matched her hair and eyes perfectly.

“I suppose you aren’t wrong.” She finished her drink, her pleasing buzz quickly gaining on her. Deciding it was time to slow down, she waved the bartender off. Hotch appeared to be on his second whiskey already. “And what about you? Surely you’ve got a hot date waiting.” There was a snort from him this time, and it was nice to know she wasn’t alone in this. He downed half his drink as he shook his head.

“My son is with his mom tonight, so I’m just enjoying my free time.” Her eyes widened just a bit at this new piece of information, and he seemed to read her surprise on her face. “Yeah, I know. I don’t seem like the dad type, do I?” He gave a laugh and she joined in. They spent a good amount of time getting to know each other over drinks. Hotch offered to share a cab, which Alex had accepted with drunken giggles, and they’d left around midnight.

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Russian Roulette (Part One)

Summary: “You can see my heart beating, you can see it through my chest. I’m terrified, but I’m not leaving. Know that I must pass this test. Soldier, pull the trigger.” Aaron HotchnerxOFC

Warnings: None

Words: 602

As Alex walked into the BAU on her first day, she did her best to suppress the beaming smile she could feel working its way out. She’d been trying to get a position in this department for ages, and today was finally her day. She strode into the main area, avoiding the urge to smooth her hands over her dress slacks, and sat at her new desk. As the newest agent and the handler of the paperwork, she had a full plate even on her first day. A pile of casework already sat on her desk, and she set to work getting it sorted for the others.

“Hiya!” Alex jumped at the bubbly voice, turning to see a plump blonde with rather unique style above her desk. The woman was offering a hand, and Alex accepted it with a smile of her own. “I’m Penelope Garcia. I wanted to be the first to welcome you.”

“Thank you, Miss Garcia. I’m Alexis McLean.” Garcia grinned, nodding.

“Just Garcia works. It’s nice to meet you, Alexis.”

“Alex. The pleasure is mine.” Garcia seemed like a perfectly lovely lady, and Alex turned to face her fully.

“Agent McLean.” An authoritative voice rang out across the area, and both heads turned to see a man with dark hair standing up by the offices. He wore a crisp black suit, and was looking down at them with a stern expression. Garcia seemed to disappear as Alex stood, this time taking the moment to smooch her dark pants. She swallowed her nerves as she strode up towards the man and his office, taking a seat in one of his chairs and swiping a strand of her honey blonde hair behind her ear. “Agent McLean, I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner. I wanted to welcome you to the team.” Despite his stern demeanor, he gave off an air of trustworthiness about him. He sat behind his desk; she gave a hesitant smile and offered a hand.

“It’s lovely to be here, sir.” He took her hand, giving a firm shake.

“Well, let’s get on today’s case, and we’ll see if that’s still the case.” With that, he had her back at her desk to complete the task. One by one, the other team members filed in, and she got to know each as much as one could in the span of a few minutes. When it came time to gather the team, she was ready with another blonde who called herself JJ, handing out the case files and sitting towards the back of the room. She stayed quiet through the briefing and through loading onto their plane. Once she was on, she felt like she was new in high school all over again. If there was an adult equivalent to the new kid in the lunch room, it had to be this. Hesitantly, she took a seat in one of the chairs, tucking her bag at her feet and pulling out her laptop. Any hope that she wouldn’t be in the way was lost when Morgan sat next to her.

“Hey, new girl.” In the short time that she’d come to understand him, she’d found he had a habit of using interesting nicknames with people. She gave a small smile and a nod. “You looked a little lost, so I figured I’d keep you company. Relief washed over her, and it must have been obvious in her green eyes. He gave a laugh, clapping a hand on her shoulder. “Good to see I’m welcome.” And on the course of that plane ride, Alex found herself becoming fast friends with Derek Morgan.

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Russian Roulette (Part 4)

Warnings: None

Words: 684

The first thing Alex thought upon entering Hotch’s home was that it was surprisingly well-organized for a single dad. The second was how dominating he could be. Without warning, he had her back against the wall, kissing her thoroughly as his hands roamed over her sides. Her fingers fumbled as she attempted to unbutton his shirt, and she found herself cursing at the number of drinks she’d chosen to consume. Taking her by the hips, he turned them and walked her towards the bedroom, only breaking the kiss to drop his lips to her throat. His hands found their way under the hem to her dress easily. Everything after they hit the bed was a blur.

It was nearly three in the morning when she woke back up, stretching in an unfamiliar bed. Her hand brushed someone next to her, and she did her best to hold back a groan. Valentine’s one night stands were…clichéd, to say the least. Her stomach plummeted as she looked next to her to see Hotch sound asleep. With a red face, Alex climbed out of bed as quietly as she could manage, scooping up her clothes and dressing as she walked to the door. She carried her shoes until she reached ground level and hailed a cab, cursing quietly to herself over her stupidity. She had only a few hours before she had to be back into work, but already she was deciding to head in early.

Flicking on the lights as she entered the offices, she was happy to see no one else had arrived yet. A quick check revealed she’d beaten Garcia, though that wasn’t as surprising. With coffee in hand, Alex settled at her desk and began going through paperwork, finishing her own case files and getting the new ones sorted out. Time passed quickly, and soon the bullpen was bustling with the team members.

“Hey darling.” Morgan sat on the edge of her rapidly clearing desk, setting another coffee near her empty cup. She gave him a grateful smile, sipping the liquid.

“Morning.”

“Late night?” Her heart picked up, even as she worked to keep her features even. Something must have given her away, because his smile faded just a bit. She quickly dropped her gaze back to her work. “What’s wrong? You okay?” She waved him off, but he was persistent. “If you need to talk about something, you know I’m here.” She looked up again and gave a smile, trying to come up with a decent way to get him off of this.

“Agent McLean.” Hotch’s voice rang across the bullpen, drawing everyone’s eye. He had his usual stern expression on, which did nothing to make her feel better. “My office.” He disappeared into said room, and she stood with the new casefiles in hand.

“Sorry Morgan. Duty calls.” Though the man didn’t look convinced, he nodded, sliding off her desk and heading for his own. With a deep breath, she made her way into Hotch’s office, standing awkwardly just inside the door.

“Shut the door, please.” Slowly, she did as he asked, before moving to stand in front of his desk. His gaze followed her every move and made her all the more nervous. “I was hoping we could talk.” Steeling herself, Alex decided to make a preemptive strike.

“I have the new casefiles, sir.” If possible, his frown deepened as she set the files in the middle of his desk. “They’ve been sorted by severity and most recent cases.” His hand caught her own as she tried to pull away, and it drew heat to her face.

“Alex, I would think it would be obvious that I don’t mean to talk about upcoming cases.” With another deep breath to strengthen her reserve, she met his gaze, forcing her features to remain passive.

“No, I can’t say it is obvious, sir.” Pulling her hand away, she spun on her heel and left, grateful that she’d managed to keep as calm as possible through it all. As she snagged her bag from her desk, she decided a real breakfast was in order.