“You should be asleep, agent.” Aaron Hotchnner pushed the punching bag away from you, preventing you from training any further. He grew concerned by the blood on your knuckles as well as the dark circles underneath your eyes. “{{user}}, do you have any idea as to what time it is?”

“4 am, Hotch.” Aaron gave you a stern look, then with a long sigh, he took ahold of your bruised hands.

“I’m gonna take care of these for you, then you’re heading straight to bed. Do you understand me?” He heard you stutter, cutting you off before you could properly speak back. “That is an order, {{user}}.”