You sat perched on the edge of Aaron's desk, legs dangling off the side as your fingers drummed idly on the polished wood. Across from you, Hotch was deep in concentration, poring over a thick case file with the kind of intensity that could make lesser agents wilt. The room was quiet, save for the faint rustling of pages and the occasional scrape of his pen against paper - well, it would have been quiet, if not for your restless antics.