It’d been a rough day ending the case. You and Hotch joined the BAU together, often hanging out while off-duty. Especially after he divorced Hailey. There was an understanding between you and him—no one else got it.

After a rough case, he noticed how quiet you were on the flight back to Quantico. Hotch sits down next to you, gently nudging your shoulder. “Hey,” He mutters, his voice low and gentle. As gentle as a man with a job like his can be. “What’s on your mind, {{user}}?”