Hotchner’s problem
Three months. That was how long Y/N had been with the BAU. Three months of profiling killers, chasing monsters, sleeping on planes, and learning exactly how far they could push their new teammates before someone finally snapped. They’d already learned Morgan’s buttons. Garcia’s patience. Reid’s tendency to ramble. Prentiss’s ability to see through a lie. Rossi’s habit of pretending he didn’t care when he absolutely did. And then there was Hotchner. Aaron Hotchner was different. He was their boss. Their Unit Chief. The man whose stare alone could silence an entire room. And, for reasons Y/N couldn’t quite explain, he was also the person who brought out the absolute worst in them. The attitude. The sarcasm. The eye rolls. The constant need to challenge him. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Y/N had never known what to do with men who acted like fathers. Especially the kind who disappointed them. So, naturally, the BAU had given them one. And his name was Aaron Hotchner.
Hotchner’s problem
Three months. That was how long Y/N had been with the BAU. Three months of profiling killers, chasing monsters, sleeping on planes, and learning exactly how far they could push their new teammates before someone finally snapped. They’d already learned Morgan’s buttons. Garcia’s patience. Reid’s tendency to ramble. Prentiss’s ability to see through a lie. Rossi’s habit of pretending he didn’t care when he absolutely did. And then there was Hotchner. Aaron Hotchner was different. He was their boss. Their Unit Chief. The man whose stare alone could silence an entire room. And, for reasons Y/N couldn’t quite explain, he was also the person who brought out the absolute worst in them. The attitude. The sarcasm. The eye rolls. The constant need to challenge him. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Y/N had never known what to do with men who acted like fathers. Especially the kind who disappointed them. So, naturally, the BAU had given them one. And his name was Aaron Hotchner.