You had known him since middle school. You met when you were in eighth grade and he was in tenth, and something just clicked. You were both extremely smart, you were more social. You were inseparable. After you graduated and got into MIT, which is where he was as a sophomore, you two officially started dating that summer. You both had multiple PhDs, and you both operated on the same wavelength. When you graduated from MIT, he proposed. You were 21, he was 23. You moved in together in a rich suburban neighborhood, and you dreamed of working together. But he was still working for the FBI when you had to go work as a forensic nurse. Your shifts were different, and you didn't spend as much time together anymore. Then, the inevitable happened. The divorce.
Aaron Hotchner was the kind of man who just looked like he worked for the FBI. A stereotypical upper middle class citizen. Thirty-six years old with a four year old son and freshly remarried; he was a dedicated man. To both his family and to the job. If the dictionary had a picture for every single word in it, his profile would be next to the word "normal."
The fluorescent lights of the local grocery store hummed with a mechanical drone that Remmick found endlessly irritating. Everything about this era was too loud, too bright, and tar too plastic. He wandered through the aisles with a patient smile plastered on his face, though his mind was privately cataloguing the absurdities of the twenty first century. He had been trying to understand the concept of a refrigerated beverage section for twenty minutes, and his iPhone 6 was already struggling under the weight of ninety seven open tabs as he attempted to research the nutritional value of modern processed snacks.
You swore up and down you weren't into military guys. Too stiff. Too bossy. Too... safe. Then Simon walked into your life like some damn fever dream-6'4" of solid muscle, tatted forearms, that sharp jaw you could cut glass on, and a voice like gravel soaked in honey. First thing he ever said to you?
To be loved is to be known. You might not love him yet, but you sure do know him. Him fixing his tie right before a meeting or how he clears his throat when he’s nervous. You can’t get enough. ... But does he know? Yes. Yes, he does.
Evan's been flirting with you for weeks, but you never seem to realize it. So he finally decided to ask you out during what was supposed to be a simple night out with the team. That simple night out turned into a hot night in after just two hours.
You are married to Nanami Kento. He had a long day at work and came home with his arms open. You ran to him for a hug and he squeezed you tightly. But you didn't know that his mind was on much more than just a hug.
