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skylarmoon71 · 2 years ago

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Aaron Hotchner- Oneshot (Criminal Minds/Grimm Crossover) Extra

“Good work (Y/N).”

The praise you get from your boss is truly all one can hope for. He’s not the most vocal, but he’s never been one to spare his comments when there was a job well done.

Since working with the BAU, your status has increased, and so has your need to help. Watching what they faced on a daily sort of triggered a passion. You were now one of the main techs situated for cyber crimes. Before you mostly worked in minor hackings, or computer jobs around the offices whenever a worker couldn’t get their computer to work. It wasn’t that you weren’t qualified. You just preferred that area. You were hiding.

Being wesen played a part in it. You’d gotten pretty good at staying out of the public eye.

But now, you realized just how little you were doing.

A big part of this change is thanks to Hotch.

A grimm of all people. Thinking about it still makes you smile.

Life really was ironic sometimes.

As you’re packing your items to head home for the day, you pass by Hotcnher’s office. It’s a long shot that he’ll actually be there. But there is no harm in checking. You adjust your bag on your shoulder, walking out of the elevator. Your eyes catch the light that is still lit in that room. Moving up the stairs, you knock when you’re at the door.

“Come in.”

You enter, and his eyes lift from the pages of paperwork.

“Hey.” You greet.

“How is cyber crime?”

“Not as exciting as the BAU, but I’ll live.” He sends a little smile of his own.

“Are you usually the last one to leave the office?”

He’s the unit chief, but even the boss needed sleep.

“I was just finishing up.” He closed the document in front of him.

“Great, do you want to grab some dinner?”

Hotch’s gaze changes.

“Aren’t you afraid of what might happen? I am Grimm. “

“It’s not exactly something you forget.” Your reply is a bit sarcastic, and your hand tightens just a little on your bag.

“I wanted to say thank you. Because of you I'm doing something important. Worthwhile. I would have never gotten here if you didn’t push me. “

Hotch rises from his seat.

“I didn’t do much. But I appreciate it.” You grin.

“So dinner?”

He nods.

“Give me five minutes.”

You salute.

“Alright boss.”

You say jokily as you exit his office. He knows this is merely a friendly invitation. There is nothing in your body language that suggests flirtation. An observation that leaves him a bit disappointed. Nevertheless he gathers his things. Even if this was a platonic dinner, maybe it could become more.

~~~

“What about your parents?”

“Only my mother had the gene.”

“Woah…”

When you got to the restaurant a few blocks away, you never thought the conversation would lead in this direction. In all honesty, you were curious. There is not much you know about Grimms other than the usual decapitation stories.

“I guess I just assumed everyone in your family had it.”

“My younger brother doesn’t. We’re not much different from wesen. The gene isn’t always passed down. There’s a fifty fifty chance. Especially if both parents have it. “

He wasn’t wrong.

“In a lot of ways, Wesen and Grimm are similar. Haven’t you ever wondered why we’re the only ones who see wesen? We must be connected in some way. “

That evaluation really isn’t that far fetched.

“I never really thought about it.”

At the very beginning all your meetings were filled with so much hostility. But now, sitting across from Hotch is comforting. There’s not a whole lot of people that you can have this conversation with. Most of your friends aren’t even wesen.

“It’s crazy isn’t it. I never really considered or even imagined that I’d be sitting right next to a Grimm having dinner. Our Ancestors are probably rolling in their graves. “

“Or celebrating a new era.” He lifts his glass, and you smile. Reaching for your own. You lift it.

“To a new era.” Your glasses knock, both exchanging a look.

~~~

The night draws to an end. Hotch is walking you to your car. Pulling out your keys, you press the button as your lights flicker.

“I really enjoyed dinner, Hotch. We should do it again. I’m interested in knowing more of the Grimm lineage. Maybe I’ll even learn something about myself. “

“It sounds like you’re taking advantage of me.” He states. You laugh.

“I guess I will be. “ You send him a soft smile.

“Thanks again Hotch. It’s nice to have a friend who understands all of this.”

“We’re friends now?”

“I know, it shocked me too!” He’s the one who laughs this time.

“Have a good night (Y/N).”

“You too Hotch.” He opens your door, and you slide into the car. Hotch watches as you back out, sending you a wave as you take off.

“Friends.”

That’s the thought that runs through his head.

~~~~

“Happy Birthday Sir!”

You’re standing next to Garcia who gushes the words the second Hotch steps out of the office. You’re not even surprised when she runs to the desk to grab a small floral bag.

“Today’s your birthday?” You ask. He nods. Morgan and the rest of the team begin greeting him, each apparently carrying a present of their own.

“Most people prefer to celebrate at home, you know.” You whisper.

His eyes move to the team as they talk amongst themselves about the choice in gifts.

“This is my home.”

His response isn’t what you expect. When Garcia races back, the smile they all wear catches you. It draws you in. Suddenly it makes sense. None of his coworkers know his true identity, and you suppose it doesn’t even matter. Because despite what he is, they all care about each other. No restrictions.

It’s incredible.

Unconditional.

You send him a little smile as you make your exit.

Grimms really weren’t anything like you imagined. That’s for sure.

“Knock knock.”

Hotch is familiar with the voice. You enter the office, closing the door behind you. He’s also begun to anticipate your late night dinners.

“I swear if I don’t show up you’ll never leave this place.”

“Tempting.” You roll your eyes, and it’s then he sees you have your hands behind your back.

“Should I be worried?” He inquires. You shake your head, moving closer as you place the small bag on his desk.

“Happy Belated Birthday. I’m a week late, but you’ve been gone for a while. So I figured I had some leeway.” He’s a bit surprised.

“Thank you.”

Hotch reaches out for the bag, pulling the loose piece of gift paper. When he lifts the gift. It’s a polaroid camera.

“I remember you said you have a son.” You take a seat.

“It’s important to enjoy all the moments you’re offered with the people you care about. This will help you track all those important memories, even if it’s hard to spend every single day with them. “ There’s more to this than what you let on. Hotch takes notice. It’s clear this has as much sentiment to you that you hope he carries with him.

“Thank you, really.”

“You’re welcome.”

You feel strangely satisfied.

“So how about dinner? There's an Italian place a few blocks from here that serves amazing pasta.” You practically jump out of your seat.

“Ready to ditch the paperwork.”

Hotch stands, but there’s something different about his gait when he moves closer.

“I feel like I should make myself perfectly clear.” You’re a bit confused.

“Clear about what?”

“I don’t want these dinners to be platonic.”

Your brain takes a moment to catch up. The heat crawls up your face before you can stop it, and your eyes flicker a gold hue. You back up, shutting your eyes.

“W-Wait you mean you-” your eyes open, and he’s right in front of you. Swallowing, you look up.

“I considered that you really were oblivious to the hints I was sending out.”

You feel a bit stupid.

“But I’m-”

“Wesen? I thought we already established that It doesn’t matter. “

Still even if he says that, it doesn’t change the fact that this is a little weird.

“I-I.”

You woge against your will, flinching. You fully expect maybe a look of uncertainty, possibly disgust. Although his eyes have gone dark, his expression hasn’t changed. He lifts his hands, brushing the white fur that adorns your cheeks. His touches elect a soft pur against your will. Your eyes clenched shut, and your mouth fell open. Why can’t you find it in yourself to pull away. Hotch inches closer, his breath wafting over your lips. You hold back another desperate sound.

“If you want this to stop, please tell me..”

You aren’t sure how to respond to that. Because a part of you still doesn’t truly believe it is happening.

“Hotch we..we shouldn’t..” He pulls back, and instinctively, you find your head lolling forward. He turns his head, lips not fully touching.

Just a teasing brush.

“We really shouldn’t. It’s wrong.” He mumbles.

You nod, still not pulling back.

“I’m a Grimm..I’m dangerous.” He whispers into your ear. You gulp.

“We really shouldn’t...”

The more he speaks, the more you seem to want it. A part of you thinks this is some kind of profiler thing.

“Please..” You beg.

“Please what?”

“Please kiss me.”

Hotch doesn’t need any more encouragement. His lips crash against your own, desperate, hungry. You’re a bit concerned about how needy it feels. He backs you up, and you hit the door softly. Hotch discards his jacket in one swift go, pinning your arms to the door. You’re a bit impressed that he hasn’t nicked any of your sharp teeth. Especially with how eager the kisses are.

You’ve never been dominated like this.

You always knew his kind was dangerous, but this was not what you thought when that word came to mind. You’re fighting to keep up. You woge back, but that doesn’t even deter him. You’re not even sure he really notices. He still has you braced up against the door. You grip at his shirt, tugging, pulling.

When his lips finally part, they move to your neck, and you bite down on your lip when he begins leaving kisses along your skin.

“Do you still think this is wrong?” He challenges. You’re barely catching your breath.

What can you say to that? You just shake your head, and he smirks when he sees the light in your irises.

Maybe a Grimm and a Wesen isn’t such a bad thing.

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