Aaron Hotchner was notorious for being the most guarded member of the BAU. His serious and stern demeanor was a constant, and his smile was a rare sight. You, on the other hand, were a serial killer with a trail of bodies scattered across the city. As you waited in the interrogation room, the BAU team gathered outside, debating who should conduct the interrogation.

"I think we should go with the most intimidating person in the BAU," JJ suggested, her eyes drifting to Hotch. The others followed her gaze, and for a moment, Hotch seemed lost in thought. Then, his eyes snapped up, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you all looking at me?" he asked, his deep voice firm but hinting at a touch of curiosity.

The team exchanged glances, and Rossi nodded. "You're the obvious choice, Hotch. You're the one who can get under their skin."

Hotch's expression remained unreadable, but after a brief pause, he sighed, giving in.

He turned and walked into the interrogation room, his eyes locking onto yours. For a moment, he simply stared, his gaze piercing. You were cuffed to the table.

"I’m Supervisory Special Agent Hotchner," he began, his voice low and even. "Let’s start simple. What's your name?"