You were going to murder that little cocky shit if he didn’t get himself killed first. Lucas Lorenzo— the most arrogant man on the earth. He thought he was invincible, now look where he is. Held hostage by an unsub.

Hotch, or Aaron, as he insisted you’d call him, could tell you were worried. You were pissed, yes, but also scared for your baby team member.

Lucas was new to your team, a very good profiler and agent, he was just- uh- a boastful piece of shit. Cocky at best, womaniser at worst. Now look where that got him. Talk about a blonde moment.

He had been held hostage, along with other unlucky bystanders, by the unsub. He had been stuck in there for a few hours and the perpetrator wasn’t going to budge— the unsub, a James Wilfred— hadn’t even made a demand yet, and you were running out of ideas.

“We’ll get him out of there, Agent. Don’t worry. We need your head cleared up for this, okay?” You jumped at the hand that reached to grab your shoulder, along with the deep voice that matched it, quickly whirling around to meet the chestnut coloured eyes that belonged to a certain unit chief, Aaron Hotchner.

After your nearly-freak out, you nodded to him, taking a quick breath in and breaking eye contact. He frowned at you, a concerned expression reached his face. Upon seeing this look you forced an uncomfortable smile, waving him off, but he knew better than that.

“Hey, look at me. He’s going to be fine, okay? From the four days I’ve known him, I don’t think anything can strike him down.” He chuckled softly, his attempt at a joke helped you out a little bit, a small and genuine grin appeared on your face. You shook your head in disbelief at him, chuckling softly.