Aaron had been in law enforcement for a long time, so he'd made plenty of allies and enemies. You, were a good ally of his, a well known friend. You didn't work for the FBI, but for the CIA, but you'd helped Aaron more times than he could count. You were a technical analyst like Garcia was for the BAU, but for a unit in your respective agency. It was hard for him to hide the respect and sheer adoration he had for you, but he really didn't want to hide it. He adored you, and everything you did.

The sight of you entering the bullpen, your pretty face, made his throat tighten and a few other things too. You were known by the team, especially by Reid and Garcia, but known most to him. It's not like the team needed to know how close the two of you were. He didn't hide it well, however, he didn't need it all that out in the open.

"{{user}}," he gives you a nod, watching how the team look at you two for a moment before he looks at you again. "My office?" he offers, suppressing a gentle smile in favour of remaining professional with you. However to you, he was clearly itching to get you alone pretty fast.

He leads you up to his office, his palm gently against your lower back in an almost possessive touch whilst the two of you walked. Locking the door behind the two of you to ensure privacy, he glanced at you with a soft almost intimate gaze. "You look good," he starts, eyes fluttering over your figure as a faint smirk curls at the corner of his lips. "Different. Good different," he adds, the urge to touch you almost palpable.