#definitely not to help a smokin hot redhead nope not him

[riderkaitlyn5]

York, to Carolina: Please, picking locks is my speciality

York: [Picks up a random brick and throws it through a window]

York, while already climbing through said window: Okay, let's go

[cobrakiin]

I Wouldn't Fall For Someone I Thought Couldn't Misbehave

Cojeel | Mentioned Lulev + Stingue | Rated: M (Nothing Super Explicit but ends with Very Spicy Fluff)

When Gajeel signed on for helping re-stabilize the Magic Council after the bombings, he didn't expect all the redundant paperwork, nosy coworkers, or the smokin' hot redhead that likes to play dangerous games with him.

And he should really learn to lock his front door... but why should he? He's practically rewarded for leaving it unlocked!

Aka the post-Rhodonite/Road Knight oneshot that my brain decided to inspire me to write by repeatedly chanting "COBRA SHOW HIS LEGGY" repeatedly until I finished writing it.

[AO3] [FFN]

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"Everything okay?"

"Nn?"

"You've been quiet," Levy reiterated.

"'Course I am, I've got all these bullshit reports to do," Gajeel grumbled, motioning to the mess of papers on his desk. "If I'd known helping clean up after the Council was gonna involve so much goddamn paperwork, I would've told 'em I can't read and saved a hundred trees."

"That's very noble of you," Levy said, unconvincingly flat. She leaned her elbow on her desk, resting her chin in her hand. Her honey brown eyes narrowed, watching him suspiciously. "I meant that you haven't seemed to be your usual self recently. You've been way more distracted lately."

He snorted dismissively. "I ain't you. Sue me for findin' never-ending paperwork boring."

"Come to think of it," Levy ploughed on, "It started right after that mission to recapture that Oracion Seis member." She tapped her index finger against her chin, feigning thought. "And he got away…"

Gajeel sharply eyed her.

His position in the New Magic Council was… unique. Gajeel was only handed cases regular Rune Knights couldn't handle - he was a Dragonslayer whose magic made near-unbreakable iron objects and also happened to be an expert tracker, so he became the guy who could track and capture the more elusive, difficult targets.

An escaped, dark mage Dragonslayer? Right up his alley.

Officially… Gajeel had found Cobra, but the sudden issue of an active child trafficking ring took precedence and Cobra 'got away' in the mess of it all.

Unofficially… Gajeel had found Cobra and they'd exchanged blows at first. Testing each other until Cobra's real target had revealed itself. Then the two Dragonslayers tore those kidnappers to shreds. Once the kids were safe with Council forces, Gajeel had managed to track Cobra down again a few remote towns over. (Gajeel tracked him; Cobra didn't 'let' Gajeel find him again - nope! Finding him again was all Gajeel!) And that's where everything got a lot messier and a lot hotter… and a lot stickier...

Dragons were very much creatures that abided by the Universal Law of the Four F's - food, fight, flee, or fuck - sometimes there was a Fifth F in there, too… something about "Friend" or whatever.

Gajeel meeting Natsu? Fight on sight.

Meeting Laxus? Yeah, there was a Fight, but Gajeel was a little more honest with himself these days that he had actually wanted to Flee the Thunder God.

Wendy and Rogue? He guessed that's where "Friend" came in. Maybe also Food somewhere mixed up in there; they both really needed to eat more. That counted, right?

That blonde idiot mated to his brother? Well… if Sting weren't practically plastered to Rogue's side every waking minute of the day, Gajeel wouldn't mind a Fight with him. (Besides, the guy reminded him too much of Salamander.)

But meeting Cobra? That was the first time his inner dragon skipped past all the other F's - looked right at that cocky little shit-eating elf - and decided on Fuck. And it soon became apparent that Cobra's inner dragon had come to the same conclusion about Gajeel.

It was not at all what he had expected when he'd been handed that case file. He'd expected a Fight and not a Fuck. And while he got both - he was getting plenty of the second one. Even now.

He wasn't stupid: Cobra would do a lot more good out there slaughtering slavers than locked back up for, what? Crimes he committed as a teenager? (Following that mission, Gajeel had checked what was left of Cobra's file after the bombings. While he was sure the redhead had done much worse than what was in there, legally all they could hold him on now was "association with dark mages" and a couple of assassinations they "suspected" him of.) Killing traffickers the Council couldn't (or wouldn't) go after was basically community service, in Gajeel's opinion.

An added plus to all that "community service" was that Cobra sometimes showed up after Gajeel was done with a mission. Always approached him alone, always knew where they wouldn't be seen, always teasing so many somethings without saying anything directly. And sometimes whispered somethings led to somewheres - like the bed of a shitty inn for the night or a tent deep in the woods... or that alley behind that diner that one time.

"It's okay to give yourself some slack, you know," Levy's voice dragged him unwillingly out of his thoughts. "Sure, you didn't catch him. But you saved twelve kids and stopped more from being kidnapped. That's an accomplishment, too!"

Gajeel rolled his eyes. He 'hasn't been himself'... tch, yeah - 'cause he's been getting regularly fuckin' laid! He wanted to brag and practically had to bite his tongue to force himself not to.

"I don't really care that much about catching him," he half-lied. He did want to catch Cobra - to keep chasing and catching him, over and over - he just didn't want to arrest the poison dragon. "I ain't beating myself up over that. I've- Look. It's somethin' else, okay?"

The short bluenette blinked her surprise at him before her mouth widened into a smirk. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay," she said, pretending to go back to her own stack of reports. "I thought you might have been upset about the Cobra situation. But from that reaction, I'd almost guess you were seeing someone."

Gajeel forced a scowl in an attempt to squash the heat rising to his face. "So? Even if I was - and I'm not sayin' I am - it's not a fuckin' crime." Except that in his case, it most certainly was. He snorted indignantly. "I didn't bother you half this much when you an' cosplay girl went away on that gal-pal trip to that couples-only hotspring."

Levy's eyebrows immediately arched at that. "Gajeel, you sent me a text message that contained a book, a bunny, and a scissor emoji. Fourteen times." She shook her head. "Lucy saw it and almost passed out from embarrassment because she doesn't know what a kind, supportive asshole you are."

He spluttered. "Don't remember, didn't happen."

"If you ever start dating someone, just know I'm going to have my revenge. Tenfold."

TWUNNNG.

The sound of a lone, reverberating guitar string being plucked played as his lacriphone buzzed in his pocket. (With his tough skin, he couldn't always feel when his phone vibrated. When he had first started using it, he had the notification sound set to an annoyed cat's meow, but Pantherlily refused to go out on missions with him if he didn't have his phone set to silent. Reluctantly, he'd change it to a guitar twang to appease his friend.)

The lock screen showed he had two messages from a number he didn't recognize.

The first message was an image. Taken from a bathtub... his bathtub! In his house! A leg - warm chestnut skin dripping wet as soap streaked down the exposed, toned thigh - casually hung over the side of his bathtub, suds and the shimmer of the overhead light on the water obscuring anything more tantalizing lurking below.

Light, faint purpling could be seen on the inner flesh of the thigh, and Gajeel's mouth went half-dry at the memory of suckling and pinching the soft skin there between his fangs.

The second message flat-out taunted Gajeel: [You should really learn to lock your doors, Mr. Councilman... who knows what kind of criminal could break in?]

Gajeel could practically feel the blood rushing from his rapidly blanking mind to somewhere much, much lower. He managed to hold back the approving, dragonish purr that threatened to rumble from his very core.

"So you are seeing someone," Levy troublesomely commented over Gajeel's shoulder, causing Gajeel to jolt and nearly fumble his phone onto the floor. That sneaky little shrimp! When the fuck did she even get there?! "You know, you don't have to hide it, we're friends. Who is she?"

Right. The pic was only of a leg. (And it was a fuckin' nice leg, the guy had a great pair of them with a perfect, shapely ass to match.) All Levy had seen was a leg. Sent from a burner phone, not that she'd know that just from the quick peek. Nothing identifiable.

Taking a few calming breaths, Gajeel grit his fangs in a friendly yet dismissive frown. "It's a he, Shrimpy. Don't go makin' assumptions 'bout who I bed." Despite how they picked on each other, she was his friend, and he'd toss her that one bone. "And he would prefer if my work life didn't go poking into our personal life. As a matter of fact, so would I."

Levy feigned thought for a moment. But the teasing, troublesome glint in her eyes remained. "You mean to tell me that he doesn't want to be seen with a grown man that collects Hello Kitten merchandise and refuses to lock his own front door?"

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It was impossible to ignore the other male's scent in his home, warmly dampened by a recent bath. Gajeel tossed his uniform coat on the hook by the door and kicked his boots off in a hurry. The scent carried into the kitchen, where it was obvious a certain home invader had definitely helped himself to the contents of Gajeel's fridge, and he followed it to the living room and to who he knew was waiting there for him.

Gajeel knew who he was dealing with by now: Cobra went where he pleased, when he pleased. Nothing could hold him in one place for long and, knowing how much Cobra valued his freedom, Gajeel didn't care to try. Besides... the redhead was just as enticing whether he was standing in front of him or walking away - neither was a bad view.

And it wasn't a bad view that waited for him at all.

Freshly bathed and stretching the length of the couch lounged a certain redheaded poison dragon. His hair was still damp and… and Gajeel had to blink a few times, because Cobra was wearing his clothes: a loose black t-shirt and pair of gray sweatpants, both a little big on his lithe frame.

"What," the lounging elf playfully sneered, "Did you stop for flowers?"

Gajeel crossed the space between them in two strides and practically dove into the arms of the smaller man. Their mouths met and the battle for dominance began. And Cobra pulled, fought back in their embrace; he didn't lay there passively. Cobra was flexible and could move with ease, but Gajeel had more mass on his side and used it to his advantage as he rolled them both off the couch and onto the carpet.

He managed to pin Cobra beneath him, settling his hips between Cobra's legs, and almost losing all rational thought as he rutted against him.

The iron dragon's lips parted as a husky growl rumbled from his throat and slipped out past his fangs: "So ya broke in, used all my hot water, stole my clothes, and cleaned out my fridge? And you expect me to let you get away with that for free?"

Gajeel was far from mad. Cobra being in his house, seeing Cobra wearing his clothes, knowing his mate was sated by food he provided - it was all pulling right at that primal, possessive side of him in all the right ways.

"Not breaking in if you don't lock your doors," Cobra replied cooly. "You were practically asking for it."

Gajeel wanted to fuck him through the goddamn floor right there and then.

"Let's play a game," Cobra said, mouth still so close that their lips brushed with each word, single violet eye glinting up at the man above him.

"Yeah? Since when do you wanna play games...?"

Smirking, Cobra pulled back, knowing just how to egg Gajeel on: "If you're afraid you'll lose, I could always-"

Gajeel silenced him with a kiss, pressing him firmly against the floor with his body. "I like winning games," he rumbled, "'Specially against you."

"If I can pin you to the couch, I get to fuck you," Cobra explained the first part of the game.

The iron dragon immediately perked to attention. He loved when Cobra spoke dirty, and loved the sound of this game - just as much as Cobra knew he would. "That sounds kinda one-sided," he said, though he shifted his weight in anticipation anyways.

"Let me finish," the redhead scolded him, enjoying the way Gajeel's breath hitched as he pressed himself flush against him. Cobra's hand slid between them, sliding down, and his palm paid special, gripping attention to a growing bulge in Gajeel's pants. "If you can get me upstairs, you can tie me to the bed and do whatever you want to me."

Gajeel clenched his eyes shut as Cobra's hand squeezed suddenly, firmly, as a faint groan escaped him. "Really, you're s-sure?"

"Yeah," Cobra confirmed. It hadn't been too long ago that the thought of being tied up and fucked would have made him recoil, but he trusted Gajeel. He knew Gajeel had a thing for bondage and trusted him to not take things too far - and Gajeel wanted to show him that trust was not misplaced.

Iron claws surfaced and flexed, hungry fangs peeked out of Gajeel's mouth in barely contained urge. "Funny, you gave yourself the closer spot."

"You've got more muscle on your side."

"You've got fancy ears, you know what I'm gonna do," Gajeel pointed out.

Cobra gingerly traced a finger down Gajeel's jaw, fangs glinting in a devilish little grin. "When's that ever stopped you...?"

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"Hn?" Gajeel cocked a studded brow, noting how easily his fingers had gone in.

The tied-up redhead under him still somehow managed to scrape up enough cockiness in his voice: "I was ready for either of us to win tonight."

"Ya mean ta tell me that you were up here pleasing yerself in MY bed and you just let me sit at my desk ALL FUCKEN DAY?!"

[tenaciousarcadeexpert]

Criminal Minds-The Good Ol’ Days

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Chapter 5-Love is in the Air

Just another collaboration with @princesswagger14

Saturday came along as Garcia woke up to the sight of Courtney tapping her arm.

“Garcia, Garcia….” “What?” She groaned as she puts her glasses on.

“”Are we still going to the pancake house today?”

“Oh crap, sorry hun. Ughh what time is it?”

“It’s 9:30!” Courtney responds as she points to the alarm clock.

“OHHH SHIIIT!” Garcia yells as she runs across the room to grab her towel and runs to the showers. She dashed out of the room, passing Kate and Tara just when they left the showers.

A few minutes later, Garcia returns to see her roommate nonchalantly sitting on top of her bed.

“You ready sweets?”

“Uh huh.” She stood up as the two of them leave their dorm. While walking, they suddenly stop to see Ashley.

“Hey Garcia.” “Hey.”

“I see you’re in a hurry.” “Yeah, we are.”

Ashley tilt her head to see a dark-haired Asian girl standing beside Garcia. “Who’s your friend?”

“Oh uh Ashley, this is Courtney, my roommate. Courtney, this is Ashley.”

“Hello Courtney. How are you?”

She asked as she shook her hand.

“Pretty well.” “I see. Garcia has told me so much about you.” She raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yeah, she said that you’re an artist.” “Oh uh.” She awkwardly chuckled. “Yeah, I am.” Ashley smiled. “So, you two seemed well dressed. You girls heading somewhere?” “Yeah, we’re heading to this pancake house near the campus.”

“Oh well I hope you guys have fun. I’ll see you around.”

“Bye hun!” Garcia waves at Ashley as her and Courtney walks away.

“I didn’t know that you talk to her about me.”

“Yeah well i can’t help it! When i have these great friends, how can i not brag about them!”

“Does she know…..that I-” “Yeah, she knows. But don’t worry, she’s among the few who went on the trip with me, so she won’t rat us out.” “Okay.”

As they walked into the pancake house a red head walked up to them and sat them in a booth in the back, asked what they wanted for drinks and walked off to give them a few minutes to look at the menu.

“Wow Courtney, you picked a really good place.”

“I told you that it was a good place.”

“Yeah…” Garcia said as she looked at the menu. “They have every thing, like s’mores french toast and jumbo cinnamon rolls. And ooo, red velvet pancakes? I’m definitely getting that.” “Cool.” She chuckled.

“What are you getting Court?”

“Let’s see…….I think I’m getting the chocolate chip pancakes.”

“OOO that sounds good.”

“Mm hmph.”

“So how’s your project coming?”

“Pretty good. I just need to make a few more touches to it and then I’m done.”

“Nice. English class is kicking my ass though.”

“How so?”

“Well my teacher is pushing us to ‘get into the character.’ but she is REALLY getting into it. Like she’s stepping into creepy territory.”

“Ah I see.”

“Yeah i think she’s low-key crazy.” Garcia and Courtney both laugh as thier redhead waitress walks to their table to take their orders. After the waitress walked away Garcia looked at Courtney.

“Soooo…” Garcia started.

“What?” Courtney tilted her head, confused.

“Do you like anyone around campus?” Garcia asks as she wiggles her eyebrows at Courtney.

“No, not really. I’m not in the mood for romance.”

“Oh come oooon! I know you at least have a tiny crush on someone! Tell me please!”

She sighs. “Okay, there is this one guy that I’m really close to.”

“Oooo, tell me.” She squealed.

“His name is Nick, and he’s an art major like me.”

“Ooo do you think he’s hot?”

“He’s pretty average. I wouldn’t say that he’s hot or ugly.”

“Well, I think you should tell him you like him.”

“I don’t know.” Courtney leaned back against her chair and crossed her arms. “What if he has a girlfriend? It’s not easy for me to find someone to be with.”

“Well girly, you’ll never know unless you try.”

“I guess you’re right. I just don’t feel attractive enough.”

“Well I can assure you my fine smokin’ hot furry friend, you are more than enough.”

“Smokin….” She chuckled. “Why thank you Garcia.”

“No problem.” “Yeah….how about you?” She leaned over. “You have a special someone?”

“Nope!”

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”

“Um I-I uh yep! No one!”

“I see……” She tilt her head and squint her eyes, much to Garcia’s confusion.

“Uh Court, whatcha looking at?”

“Uh…..I see some dark haired man with a dark tan staring at us just by the entrance.”

“Wha-oh ohhhhhh.” Garcia turned around to see Luke staring at her.

“Who’s that?” Courtney asked. “Do you know him?”

“Oh uh...no, I’m mean yes. He’s Luke.”

“Ohhhhh i see.” Courtney says as she smirks at Garcia. “Is that your cruuussh Garcie?”

“What?! No.” She shrugged her hand. “Uh, okay.” She took a sip of water, only to see Luke walking towards them. “Oh look, he’s walking to our table.”

“NO shooo him away!”

“Wha-I can’t I can…...oh.” “He’s right behind me, is he.” Garcia whispered as her roommate nonchalantly nods. She sighs and turns around. “Hiiiiiiiiiiiii Luke.”

“Hey, what’s up Garcia?”

“Oh, me and my roommate were just treating ourselves to some fancy breakfast.”

“Oh nice. Mind if I sit with you?”

“Uh sure.”

“So what do you want heathen?”

“I uh think I’m gonna bet the stuffed french toast with strawberries.”

“Ooo, that sounds good.”

“French toast is nasty…. Heathen.”

“Woah Garcia. Since when did was I ever a ‘heathen’ to you?”

“You’ve always been a heathen, heathen.”

He chuckled. “Oh okay then.”

 The waiter then arrived as the three of them ordered their meals and drinks. Once she left, Courtney stood up and heads to the bathroom, leaving Garcia and Luke both alone at the table, much to Garcia’s dismay.

“So……..” She taps her fingers.

“What you’ve been up to lately huh?”

“I uh, have an English paper to work on.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s so boring.”

“Oh yeah? What’s it about?”

“Pride and Prejudice.”

“Oh I could help you if you’d like?”

“Really? You could?”

“Yeah, I’ve read that book a couple of times before. Plus I’m pretty good in English.” “Well, you didn’t need to rub that on me.” “I’m sorry, but I can help you out, maybe even check for any mistakes and what not. But only if you’re okay with me looking over your work.”

“Fine, you can help….. Heathen.”

“Okay, when is it due?”

“Thursday.” “Oh okay.” He paused for a moment. “Is it okay if we work on it at the library tomorrow?”

“Uh sure….” Garcia responds.

Luke nods in response. Just then, Courtney returns to their table not long till the waiter returns with their meals.

“Wow, the food looks so good.” “I know right. Let’s dig in.” As the three dig in their meals, Courtney felt something touching her lap as she looked down to see a small folded up napkin resting on her lap. She then unfolds it.

“Thanks Courtney.”

She looked up to see Garcia give her a subtle wink and smile just as they eat.

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  Back at the campus, JJ and Kate were at the cafe, chatting with Will, just getting to know him better. After an hour has passed, Kate decides to leave, much to JJ’s dismay.

“Aw Kate, don’t you wanna stay here and be with us a little bit longer.” “I’d love too, but i have an assignment I’d like to get started on.”

“Seriously, couldn’t that wait.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I mean it could……...if I want to get an ‘F’” JJ sighs. “Okay, I’ll see you later.”

“Bye see ya hun!”

“See ya.” Both JJ and Will wave just as Kate leaves. Once she was gone, the two of them stare at each.

And then there were two.

“So……..” “So……..Jennifer.” Will croaked. “I uh….” “Yeah?” “D-do you want to go somewhere else to talk?”

“Uh sure, you have any place in mind?” “You mind if we go somewhere off campus?” She raised an eyebrow. “Where? The mall?”

“Sure, let’s go.”

The two got up as they decided to hang out at the mall.

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    A few hours later, Tara and Emily decided to relax at Em’s dorm after spending the entire day at the mall and then the nearest pharmacy buying ice cream and candy. Emily had admit, she didn't think that she’d get so close to Tara. But after getting to know her more, Emily found herself wanting to know more.

“Holy crap! Look at all this junk! My mom would kill me if she saw me now.�� Tara said while walking to Emily's dorm.

“Well, it was pretty worth it though.”

“Haha ain't that the truth.” They both lay on the bed as they stare at the floor now covered in empty boxes and candy wrappers.

“Damn, we made such a hell of a mess. If Elle saw this, she’s gonna freak.”

“Well good thing no one else is here but us.”

“Yeah, just us.” “Yeah.” The two longingly stared at each other for a moment, admiring the close up of their faces. Suddenly, the two leaned close to the point that they felt the other’s lips brush against theirs, and not long after, they found themselves kissing each other as Tara placed her hand on Emily’s cheek.

As Emily reaches to put her hand sliding under Tara’s shirt the two break away as they hear the door opening.

“He-woah!” Kate gasped as she caught the sight of the two girls struggling to compose themselves.

“Did I interrupt something?”

“Wha-uh no. We-we’re.”

“Just about to leave.”

“Oh okay.” Kate smirked. “I’ll see you guys later, have fun.”

The two girls shyly walked away, still flustered from the experience.

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  Not long after, Hotch tries to comfort Matt just as he gets ready for his date. Much to his dismay, he couldn’t help but watch as Matt panics.

“For god’s sake, it’s just a date! It’s not like you're going to see the Queen.”

“I know, I know.” Matt groans as he marched around. “Where are my-” “Your shoes are over there.” Hotch responds as he points to the pair of black shoes by the bed.

“Oh okay, thanks.” He replies as he sat down and puts his shoes on. Hotch then sat down beside him.

“Relax Matt.” Hotch said as he rubs Matt’s shoulder. “She’s not gonna like you if you're all jittery and jumpy. You'll be fine. Breath. You guys are just gonna watch a movie and then go somewhere nice to eat.” “Yeah, i-it’s just that i really like her, you know?”

“And?” “What if, what if things don’t work out between us.” Hotch sighs. “Oh Matt, Matty. If she didn’t like you, would she have written ‘M+K’ scribbled down multiple times on her notebook? Or when she keeps bugging me on how ‘Matty’ is doing whenever I see her in class?”

“Really?”

“Really man, now let’s go so that you're not late.”

“Okay, thanks.” The two head out as they walk to the girls’ dorm. Once they reached Kristy’s dorm, Matt took a deep breath and knocks.

“Who is it?” Someone asked.

“It’s Matt.”

“Oh okay. Be there in a minute.” Kristy shouts as she took a few touch on her makeup and styles her hair up a bit before turning to Haley.

 “So?” “You look great.” “Eh….I don’t know.” She turned back to the mirror

“Kristy, what are trying to do?”

“Just fixing myself up a little bit. Maybe the hair needs fixing.”

She sighs. “God, your hair looks fine.” “Yeah, you’re right. Maybe it’s the dress.” She responds as she looks at her dress.

“Kristy…..” “Okay, it’s not the dress, but there is one thing it needs. Like a little………...support?” She asked as she looks down at her chest.

“Kris. Are you gonna keep the poor guy waiting? Man is probably sweating bullets.”

“I know, I know, I just-” “Easy Kris.” Haley consoled. “You’ll be fine.”

“You're right, you're right. Okay im ready.”

“Good.” She pats her on the back. “That’s my girl. Now go out there and show Matt what you're all about.”

“I will, I will.” She responds and she took a deep breath before opening the door to see Matt standing outside.

“Hey.” “Hi.” “Wow, you look great.” She blushed. “Why thank you. So do you.” “Thank you. So, are you ready?”

Kristy nods. “Mm hmph.”

“Good, lets go.”

Both Hotch and Hailey look as Matt and Kristy walk down the hallway.

“Well um i should head back.”

“Not so fast mister. I want my best friend to be happy and safe, so I'd like to see the friends he hangs with. Why don't you come in for a bit, we can chat.”

“Oh uh, okay.” Hotch reluctantly responds as walks into her dorm. He awkwardly stands as she closed the door.

“The name is Haley by the way.” She said as she turned to him.

“Um, I’m Aaron, but most of my friends call me Hotch.”

“Oh, so is it okay if I call you ‘Aaron’?” “Uh sure.”