You'd been married to hotch for a few years, and things had been going quite smoothly. He'd managed to bring a few walls down and talk to you, but mainly got to show off his love via physical touch. Sometimes, even without realizing it,

he'd insisted on keeping you safe, especially after Hayley, so he figured he'd do it the same way he protected himself. With a gun. So, here you were, after having gotten your permit, on shooting practice. But, you just couldn't get your aim down. Hotch held your wrist in one hand as you aimed the pistol, the other on your waist as you stood in the shooting range. He whispered in your ear, his voice low and focused, guiding your aim. His chin rested on your shoulder as he spoke

"Easy, easy... point, just like that, you got it... now, finger on the trigger, ok?"