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Can you write a story where the reader, a BAU member, is on maternity leave after she and Aaron just had a baby? One day, she goes to the office to bring their daughter to visit Aaron, only to find him in the bullpen with the agent who replaced her while she’s been on leave. The replacement has a crush on Aaron and doesn’t know that he’s married to the reader. The replacement becomes jealous when she sees how much attention Aaron is giving their daughter and confronts the reader, but Aaron gets angry and ends up firing her."
Family first | [A.H]
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader | WC: 1.1k | CW: Fluff, mom!reader, they have a daugther, bitch of a replacement coworker who doesn't know her place.
As you stepped into the all too familiar bullpen you were met with the usual sound of phones ringing, keyboards clicking, and the occasional laughter bubbling up from conversations between team members. You hadn’t stepped foot in the office in months — your maternity leave had been an endless storm of sleepless nights, diaper changes, and indescribable moments of joy. Now, cradling your six-month-old daughter in your arms, you stood at the threshold of the office, taking it all in — realizing how little you'd missed working, as long as you got to spend your time with your daughter.
“Ready to surprise Daddy?” you cooed to your baby, brushing a soft kiss against her fluffy head. She giggled in response, her little hand grasping at your necklace — the one Aaron had gotten you with a charm of your daughter's initial. Her chubby fingers wrapped around the charm, and you couldn’t help but smile at her curiosity.
Heads turned as you had entered, and a wave of warmth spread through you as familiar voices from your friends greeted you.
“Y/N!” Garcia’s exclamation came first as she flew across the bullpen, pulling away from her conversation with Morgan, her colorful dress trailing behind her. “Oh my gosh, let me see that precious little angel!”
You laughed, carefully handing over your daughter as Garcia immediately began cooing at her. Emily, Morgan, and JJ soon gathered around, their faces lighting up at the sight of the baby.
“Look at those cheeks,” Morgan said, his voice soft as he tickled her tiny hand. “Hotch better have her signed up for karate classes already. Gotta keep the boys away.”
“Or girls,” Emily added. “She’s going to be a heartbreaker either way.”
You beamed at their affection, the team’s love for your little family filling your heart. “Where is Aaron?” you asked, glancing toward his office. The blinds were drawn, but you knew he wasn’t inside.
JJ nodded toward the conference room. “He’s in there, showing something to Agent Morrison.”
Your smile faltered slightly at the mention of Morrison, the agent who had been brought in temporarily to cover your leave. You hadn’t met her yet, but you’d heard through the grapevine that she was ambitious, skilled, and confident — maybe a little too confident.
You spotted Aaron through the windows, his back turned as he reviewed what you assumed were some case files with Morrison. He looked relaxed yet tired, his tie slightly loosened, though his usual air of authority remained in place. Morrison stood close to him — a little too close — her laughter ringing out at something he said.
Your lips pressed into a thin line, but you pushed the feeling aside. Aaron was your husband, your partner, and the father of the baby currently making grabby hands at Morgan’s face. You had no reason to feel insecure.
Morgan handed your daughter back to you as you went to greet your husband.
And still, as you approached, you couldn’t help but notice the way Morrison’s body language leaned toward him, her hand brushing his forearm as she laughed again. Aaron didn’t seem to notice — or if he did, he wasn’t encouraging it.
When you reached the conference room, Aaron glanced up, and the moment his eyes met yours, his entire demeanor softened.
“Y/N,” he said, his voice filled with warmth and surprise. His gaze immediately dropped to the baby in your arms, and he stood quickly, coming around the desk to envelop you both in a hug.
“You should’ve told me you were coming,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple before gently brushing a finger across your daughter’s cheek. She squealed in delight, reaching out for him, and he took her into his arms with ease.
“It wouldn’t have been a surprise if I told you,” you replied, grinning as you watched him cradle her. “I figured you could use a break.”
Aaron’s smile widened, and he kissed the baby’s forehead before turning back to you. “I always have time for my girls.”
Morrison’s voice cut into the moment, a hint of confusion lacing her words. “Wait, your girls?”
You turned to her, offering a polite smile. “Hi, I’m Y/N. Aaron’s wife.”
Her eyes widened, darting between you, Aaron, and the baby. “Wife?” she repeated, her tone almost incredulous.
Aaron’s arm settled protectively around your waist as he nodded. “Yes, my wife. Y/N used to work here before going on maternity leave.”
Morrison’s expression shifted, her initial surprise giving way to something more guarded. “Oh. I… I didn’t realize.”
“Well, now you do,” Aaron said firmly, his tone polite but edged with finality, hoping that your visit would make Morrison drop her antics.
The tension in Morrison’s posture was clear as day, but she pasted on a smile. “She’s adorable,” she said, nodding toward the baby. “You’re very lucky.”
Aaron’s grip on you tightened slightly. “I know I am.”
The interaction seemed to conclude there, and Morrison excused herself, claiming she had paperwork to finish. But as the day went on, it became clear that the encounter had unsettled her. You noticed her watching you from across the room, her eyes narrowing whenever Aaron’s attention lingered on you or the baby.
Finally, as you were gathering your things to leave, Morrison approached you near the elevator. Her smile was tight, her tone clipped.
“Can I talk to you for a moment?” she asked, glancing around to ensure no one else was within earshot.
You raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Sure. What’s on your mind?”
Her polite facade dropped almost instantly. “You don’t have to flaunt your relationship in front of everyone,” she said sharply. “It’s unprofessional.”
Your jaw tightened, but you kept your voice calm. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
She scoffed. “You know exactly what I mean. Walking in here with your baby like you own the place, acting like Hotch is your personal property… It’s distracting and completely inappropriate.”
You blinked, stunned by the audacity. Before you could respond, a familiar voice cut through the tension.
“Agent Morrison.”
Aaron’s tone was ice-cold, and you turned to see him standing a few feet away, his expression thunderous. “A word, please. Now.”
Morrison’s face paled as she stammered, “I… I didn’t mean…”
“My office. Now.”
You watched as Aaron led her away, his posture stiff with fury. The bullpen had fallen silent, and you could feel the eyes of your colleagues on you, but you held your head high, refusing to let Morrison’s pettiness rattle you.
Minutes later, Aaron returned, his expression softer but still serious. He placed a hand on your arm, guiding you toward the elevator. “Let’s go home,” he said quietly.
As the elevator doors closed, you glanced up at him. “What happened?”
He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Morrison won’t be returning. Her behavior was unacceptable, and I made it clear that we won’t tolerate that kind of attitude here.”
You nodded, your heart swelling with gratitude and love for the man beside you. “Thank you.”
Aaron’s eyes softened as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “No one disrespects my family,” he said firmly. “No one.”

#AWWWW#I LOVE HOW THEY ALL TREAT THE BABYYY#also aaron being protective we love him#criminal minds fic
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The real barbie is Y/n.
Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.
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just typical thousand year old demigod adopted sibling things THE AVENGERS I 2012
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hi!! im so glad you’re feeling good!!! can I request soft hotch getting hit on at a police station by a male intern or something and being all shy and blushy?
A/N: Look how pretty aaron looks in the snoww
Warnings: Is flirting in the workplace a warning?
Word Count: 600
“I’m Supervisory Special Agent Hotchner,” Your eyes widen at the voice, it was deep and husky. You looked over, he was hot too. Very, very hot.
“Damn,” You said softly, the BAU team paused for a minute, looking over at you. You mentally shrug, deciding to own the fact that you just outed yourself to the entire precinct.
“I didn’t know you swung that way,” Your friend, Officer Collins, replied.
“Not often but when I do I swing hard...” You say after a moment of hesitation, you watch as the man in front of you flushes a deep red, ducking his head down for a moment.
“Is there a place we can set up?” He asked, turning his head back to your supervisor.
“Yeah, we’ve cleared a conference room just down the hall,” Your supervisor said, “You’ll be working primarily with Officer (L/N),” You gave a small wave, watching as a brown haired woman smirked at a darker skinned man.
“Nice to meet you,” Hotch smiled shyly, offering you his hand, which you gladly shook.
“Officer (L/N),” You answered, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir, I’ve heard a lot of great things about you and your unit,” You watch as Hotch flushes yet again, this time at the word ‘sir’.
“Well, I hope we live up to your expectations,”
“I’m sure you will,” You reply, fighting the urge to wink, the man ducked his head yet again, blush darkening. “In my defence, I wasn’t trying to flirt that time,”
“So what can you tell us about the case so far?” Rossi cut in, fearing that if Aaron blushed any more, he may burst a blood vessel.
“Not much I’m afraid, just that this guy’s killing attractive men - so I’d keep Agent Hotchner close,” You said, eyes widening, “Shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t actually mean to say that out loud, sorry. I’m trying to be professional, I swear,”
Collins let out a loud laugh before attempting to cover it with a cough when you shot him a glare. Hotch gave a small nod, somehow still blushing. “Puh-lease, like you can filter anything you say ever,”
“Haven’t insulted you in fifteen minutes, Collins, sounds like I’m doing great at filtering,” You and Collin chucked before you turned back to the team. You flicked a grin in the team's direction, watching as Aaron looked at you with an amused smile. You turned, catching his gaze, he quickly looked away before looking back after a short moment.
The BAU managed to solve the case within six days (despite you and your team working on it for a number of weeks now). They had apprehended the unsub and Aaron had even let you be the arresting officer (‘it’s your case, officer,’ ‘it’s okay, you can say it out loud, you think me arresting people is hot’). And so, rolled around the time you had been dreading, saying goodbye to Agent Hotchner.
“Well, Aaron,” You said lightly, shifting your head as you spoke with a grin, “It seems your team outwits our entire department,”
“In your defence, officer, it’s mostly Agent Reid,” Aaron replied, using the same tone you had been.
“Don’t sell yourself short,” Aaron looks at you, only a hint of a blush on his cheeks, “Either you aren’t finding me as charming, or you’re getting used to me, Agent Hotchner,”
“Well, it’s definitely not the first one,” He answered, your grin widened at his words.
“In that case, here is my phone number,” You said, handing over a small piece of paper to him. “Give me a call,”
“I will,”
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hotchner x male reader where readers playing just dance with jack and aarons watching from the doorframe thinking about how in love he is?
Aaron knew he loved you, obviously. And you knew he loved you. But there was something about seeing you interact with Jack that just tore at his heartstrings. At this moment in time, it appeared to be you and Jack playing Just Dance in the living room. He held a hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter as he watched you and Jack prance around the room with your ridiculously uncoordinated limbs, as his son giggled at you tripping over your own feet every few seconds.
"Hang on!" You laughed, "How'd they do that?!" You exclaim, pointing at the screen, Jack giggled before performing the move. His laughter grew louder as you attempted the move yourself.
"Nope. That is simply witchcraft," You chime, shaking your head.
"No," Jack said, "You're just jealous,"
"You're right," You said, shaking your head with a sigh. "But mark my words, I will practice every second you are at school and this time next week, I will destroy you,"
“I’ll get my dad to arrest you,” You and Aaron both gave a loud laugh.
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recent manor visit gave a perfect excuse to draw him
(close up)
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Comfort/soft idea: Spencer and Male Reader
Maybe them just relaxing together on the jet ride back from a case. Maybe Soencer or Reader gushing to the others about how much they adore the other?
Warnings: None
Word count: 233
Spencer hadn’t slept much during the case, it was an intelligent unsub who had created a rather difficult code. Spencer had dedicated himself to it as he always did - 100%. He slept little, ate little, living mostly off of coffee and a whole lot of sugar. Now that the case was finished, he had crashed.
You were both on the jet couch, snuggling - with Spencer’s head in your lap with your hand gently combing through his hair as Spencer mumbled softly about a variety of different facts. It wasn’t long before Spencer had fallen asleep.
“You’re absolutely smitten,” Morgan teased with a smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes, cursing yourself when your cheeks turned a deep red.
“He’s just so…” You smile fondly, running your fingers through his hair, “I don’t know, he’s just so.”
Morgan huffed a quiet laugh. “You love him?”
“So much it hurts, but in the best way,” You answer, you break eye contact with Morgan, looking at Spencer. His eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he slept. He looked so relaxed, so at peace.
“You’re so cheesy,” Morgan teased and you rolled your eyes at the older man.
Not having a good comeback, you shifted slightly, getting comfortable in your position and allowed your eyes to slip shut. “Oh come on,” Derek chuckled, you just smirks before you felt yourself nod off to sleep.
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So uuhh first time posting anything here. You would think in 2 years of lurking I would have figured out how this plateforme works…
Anyway Ninjago fanart time :) !
Last summer I had the magnificent idea to draw the biggest amount of Ninjago caracters I could by using one of @deeppinkman-artbase s expression gridds. Took me 6 months to finish.
It was a good exercice in making faces trough and I bet I would have never drawn some of these fellows otherwise.
Uh, hope anyone enjoys ! More bellow
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ties
Summary: you decide to hide Aaron's ties. He goes to work without one. Chaos ensues.
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader
“Would you look at that?” Emily gaped. Penelope stared, “Oh my hotchness,”
By the threshold, their Section Chief, Aaron Hotchner, was talking to one of their support agents. However, what caught their eye was his outfit. His suit jacket foregone, shirt sleeves rolled up, and those toned rippling muscles but the cherry on top?
No tie.
“Okay, one question and one answer,” he addressed the team that gathered at the bullpen. Morgan immediately countered. “We only need one anyway,”
“Where’s your tie?” Penelope asked away. Their curiosity bursting through the seams the moment he comes through without one, “It’s not that we don’t like the new look it’s just…”
“You don’t go to work without one,” Reid finished.
His team impatiently waited for an answer as he smirked then softly laughed at what just transpired this morning.
“My girlfriend decided to hide them,” he honestly answered, as the girls squealed, “I attempted to coax its’ location out of her, but she didn’t yield despite my best efforts so I’ve no tie today it seems,”
Was that an innuendo? Or did he simply try to talk to you to get his ties back?
His message went through the ladies as their cheeks burned at the thought of your morning shenanigans. On the other hand, the innuendo made Rossi and Morgan smile but went straight through Reid’s head.
“Okay, back to work, guys,”
“I’m liking his new girlfriend,” JJ said, as they walked away from the bullpen, “Those dimples are showing,”
“Who even knew he had dimples?!”
#HIS DIMPLESSSSSS ARRGHHH#need a whole episode dedicated to this actually ☝🏽#aaron hotchner the man that you are#criminal minds fic
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jay rogue is so funny because this guy went from a ninja with a loving wife and family and then he left it all behind for a 9-5 office job
then he goes through a midlife crisis and decides to join a furry cult
THEN HE GOES AND CHANGES HIS NAME AND GOES BALD
my guy you are not him
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Hotch's adopted teenage son (reader) meeting the team after getting in a fight at school with a substitute who couldn't understand why Reader couldn't focus on school qhile his dad was at work (but Hotch doesn't know that's why Reader can't focus on school work. He thinks it's the rebel phase)
Warnings: Anxiety, mentions reader is nauseous
Word count: 845
You just couldn’t focus. Your mind was going a mile a minute, you were talking to your dad at lunch and then with little to no explanation, he had hung up. You had texted him and the team multiple times but no one got back to you. You had then tried to phone Garcia, but the line was engaged, so you resorted to texting her. You felt sick and anxiety swarmed in your chest, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You had tried everyone you could possibly think of and no one was answering. That usually meant something bad had happened or they were about to go into a bad situation. And then the bell rang.
“Mr Hotchner, focus please.” You looked up, feeling yourself blush as the class turned their attention to you. You mumble an apology as you start to note down the points written on the board.
“That doesn’t exactly look like the work I set you, Mr Hotchner.” You bit your tongue, mumbling an apology. You weren’t going to snap back. No matter how anxious (and now annoyed) you were. You just turn back to your work, flipping back a page to your work.
Within ten minutes, he was back, peering over your shoulder. “You haven’t made it very far, have you, Mr Hotchner?”
“Will you just fuck off?!” You knew it was a mistake the minute it came out, his eyes darkening as he took a step forward, now in front of you.
“What did you just say to me?” His voice is low and you feel yourself gulp involuntarily.
“I just- I’m sorry, but I need a minute,” Your voice is shaking and you do your best to push your worries aside, to control the tremors in your voice as you stood up.
“You’re not in charge here. You’re the student. I’m the teacher. Sit your ass down,” You glare at him before squaring your shoulders.
“I would like a minute to calm down before I sit down.”
“You don’t get a choice.” He responds, you can feel his voice vibrating through your chest as he booms. “Either you sit down or you’re dismissed and are to go straight to the principal's office, so, what’s it going to be?”
You grip your backpack strap tightly in your hand, “See you next lesson then, Sir.”
And then you leave. You would deal with the repercussions of your actions later. Right now, all you know is that you needed to see your dad. You were worried out of your mind, nausea, the lot. But you were going to the principal’s which meant they’d call your dad, maybe for him to come pick you up.
If he can.
You do your best to push down the worries and the thoughts. They wouldn’t do anything to help right now. You knew that, but they seemed to have a mind of their own and didn’t seem to be budging. The nausea was back, this time making its way up to your throat. You swallowed taking some deep breaths. Everything was fine. If something was okay, you would have been told by now. Surely you would have been told by now. Soon enough, your leg’s shaking and your anxiously picking at your nails as you look around the hall.
You turn your head to the right again, hoping that you’ll see your dad walking down the hall, face stern and ask what happened. And he is there, he’s okay. Relief spreads through your chest in an instant and your shoulders drop the tension they were holding immediately. He was okay.
“What happened?” Aaron makes sure to keep his voice level but you can’t help but think that he’s pissed. He couldn’t help thinking that perhaps you were going through a rebel phase, it was common at sixteen to start rebelling.
You shrug for a moment, eyes flicking to Hotch for a moment before you look back at your hands. Aaron raises an eyebrow and you cave, “You hung up and I couldn’t get a hold of anyone. I asked to wait outside for a moment to calm down and he wouldn’t let me, I asked again and I snapped. I tried to cool it down after that but it didn’t exactly work. He said either sit down or go to the principal's office,”
Aaron sighs for a moment, “I’m sorry you couldn’t contact anyone, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“The last time it happened you were really hurt,”
“I know,” Aaron says softly before he places a hand on his shoulder, “But no more snapping at teachers, okay? I know you were worried and you thought something had happened, but you’re responsible for your actions, no matter the circumstances, okay?”
“I know,” You reply, Aaron brings you into a tight embrace and you draw in a deep, calming breath. He was okay, everyone was okay. “I’m glad you’re okay, dad.”
“I will always fight to be okay, you hear me?”
“I know.”
“Let’s go sort this out,” He said, leading you towards the Principal.
#aww 🙁#i never really thought about that#how draining it would most likely be if your parent was basically putting their life on the line every other week#sigh but aaron is such a good father#🙁🙁🫶🏽#criminal minds fic
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it’s that one ‘anon’ with the super silly requests dropping in for the first time in a hot minute, i hope you’re doing well! currently having a great time catching up on all of the fics i missed.
as a request/suggestion may i propose to you: rossi pressuring hotch to try out online dating or some kind of online method of meeting someone to talk because he hasn’t dated anyone since haley, and he doesn’t really have friends outside of work. penelope overhears this and, being her slightly mischievous and incredibly smart self, works some of her magic to get him to match with a friend of hers who she just KNOWS would be the perfect fit for him. she’s completely right of course, but it does make for some interesting interactions when hotch finally introduces the person he’s been seeing to the team and penelope has to pretend she is 1. completely shocked that her best friend and boss are dating and 2. totally not responsible from their coincidental/miracle meeting (bonus if the reader figured out penelope had done something early on, so hotch and the reader already know and deliberately try to make her squirm) (male reader please)
Word count: 1096
Rossi had won the argument. After a week of pestering him, he had finally won and Hotch set up an online dating profile.
“Nice to meet you,” You looked at the man in front of you. He was hot.
You shook his hand with a smile, “You too,”
First dates were usually… awkward, to say the least, this one, however, went smoothly. You were in a nice Italian restaurant as you were getting to know each other. And, as it turns out, you had a lot in common: you both loved reading (particularly Stephen King), both your favourite Christmas movie was Die Hard - followed closely by The Grinch, you were both allergic to strawberries, “So, what do you do?” You asked, curiously.
“I work at the FBI,” Hotch answered, “The Behavioural Analysis Unit,”
You nodded, “Wait, do you work with a Penelope Garcia?”
“I do,” Aaron nodded and you gave a small laugh. “Do you know her?”
“She’s my best friend,” You explain, “She convinced me to start dating online,”
“My friend Dave did the same to me,”
Your eyes widened and you grinned, “Did Penelope happen to be close by at the time?”
“I’m not sure, she came in a minute later,” There was a small pause, “She set us up, didn’t she?”
“She most definitely did,” You answered. “She probably hacked the website,"
“That wouldn’t surprise me,”
“I’m so having words with her…” You laughed nervously, “I’m so sorry,”
“Why?” Aaron asked, but smiling, “I’m having fun,”
“That’s good, because so am I,” You grinned. "We can't let her know that we know,"
Aaron nodded, "Sounds like a plan."
"Are you ready to order?" A waiter asked, approaching the table. You and Aaron exchanged a look before nodding.
“What do you do job wise then?” Aaron asked, when you had both placed your order.
“I’m a grade school teacher,” You said with a nod, “Come to think of it, our jobs are quite similar,” Aaron gave a laugh, butterflies swarmed your stomach.
“I have a son, he’s in 1st grade,” Aaron said.
“Ah,” You said with a nod, before joking, “Enjoy it while it lasts,”
And that was how the night went, the pair of you talking and talking. Not noticing when people began leaving the restaurant, or when they started wiping down the tables to close. In fact, the only reason you did notice was because a waiter approached the pair of you, informing you that they were closing. You both apologised profusely as you pulled out your wallet to pay. After a heated debate on who would pay, you split the bill 50/50, each leaving a generous tip.
And so, you reluctantly had to part ways. You made sure to give him your phone number, telling him to call you, before you left.
When you got home, you text Penelope about the date, commenting on how well it went. She phoned you immediately and you explained how he was the perfect gentleman, how much you had in common, and how you were seeing each other again.
Dave grinned when he saw Aaron the next morning, a spring in his step and a smile on his face. "How was the date?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
Aaron rolled his eyes briefly at the gesture, "It was good," He said, "We've got a lot in common and we're meeting up again next week,"
"Come Hell or high water I will get you to that date, Aaron," Rossi declared, Aaron laughed, cheeks feeling hot.
The pair of you continued dating and you never seemed to get over the phase. Soon enough, Aaron was asking if you wanted to meet his team. Naturally you agreed.
"So, Aaron," Aaron turned to Rossi, knowing what was coming by the teasing tone of voice. "Will we be meeting this mystery man tonight?"
The team gave an 'ooo', Aaron laughed as he nodded, "You will," He gave a groan when everyone cheered, eager to see who had made their friend so happy.
Aaron had told you to dress casual, so you did, blue jeans and a black t-shirt - both close fitting, but not as though they were going to rip if you moved. Even though Aaron had reassured you that you looked amazing, you couldn't help but clench the bottle of wine nervously as you walked up to the door.
"Oh my God! (Y/N) what are you doing here?!" You turn to the voice, pretending to be shocked.
"Penelope?!" You both quickly embrace before turning to Aaron, "You know Penelope?"
"She's on my team,"
You turn to Penelope, "You know Aaron?!"
"He's my boss,"
"He's your boss?!" You exclaim.
"I was going to introduce myself but it looks like you're in the middle of something," A blonde haired woman said.
"No, no," Penelope said, turning to you, "Pretend you don't know me and carry on,"
"Oh, er, okay," You said, turning to Aaron with a shrug.
"Everyone, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is everyone." He said, "This is Rossi - or Dave, Morgan, Reid, JJ, Emily, and Garcia,"
You shook each and every one of their hands with a warm smile and a 'hello', Penelope included. "It's so nice to meet you," You said go Penelope who rolled her eyes at you with a smile.
"I'm guessing you know each other?" Rossi asked sarcastically.
"Nope, never met," You said with a shrug, "Nah, she's my best friend,"
"I thought I was your best friend," Aaron joked.
Penelope hit Derek's arm, "Did you hear that? Bossman just joked. I didn't know Bossman had jokes,"
You snorted, resorting in a half-assed glare from Aaron. Penelope went silent for a moment, studying you before her eyes widened. "Oh God, you know don't you?"
"Know what?" Spencer asked.
"Yes, Penelope, we know," Aaron answered, Penelope covered her face and groaned, causing you to laugh.
"I was so subtle!"
"If you say so," You teased.
"Slow down, what do you know?"
"That Penelope hacked the dating website so we'd match," Aaron answered, JJ and Emily shook both their heads with a smile.
"You have a dating profile?" Morgan asked with a smirk.
You winked, "Not any more,"
"On a scale of one to ten how angry are you?"
"Two and a half," You answered, "I wouldn't have gone if you set me up on a blind date so I'm kind of glad you hacked it,"
Aaron grinned, snaking his arm around your waist. "Aww," Penelope looked at the sight in front of her. Her best friend and her boss. Wait. "Does this mean if you marry him you're going to be my boss-in-law?"
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