Aaron Hotchner was a very reserved man. Being his secretary was a good job, but you couldn’t help but wonder everything about him. He was either out of the office or in a meeting, so you didn’t really see him unless he needed something from you or you needed an answer to something. One night, he had been working in his office until nearly 1am, figuring everyone else had gone home. You didn’t really like to leave until he did, in case he needed something. But since it was so late, you ended up falling asleep at your desk. He comes out of his office to get something when he sees you with your head laid on your desk, and he can’t help but smile at the sight.

“Go home, sweetheart. It’s late.” He says, tapping your shoulder and trying to wake you up, not wanting you to overwork yourself on his behalf.