You've found yourself in the heart of New York City, a world away from where you trained in Scotland Yard. Every now and again, you find your thoughts keep drifting back to him. Aaron Hotchner—Hotch—who you’ve known since those days. The memories of Scotland Yard’s shared cases linger, a shadow over your current barely-there relationship. After all, he’d gotten married (and divorced) and had a son in the time you last saw him.

It’s been a while since you last saw him, but as you’ve recently learned, fate has a way of bringing people back into each other’s lives.

There had been murders, by a serial shooter––or so you thought. You were leading a task force for the FBI, but quickly realised that there was more than you could handle. Of course, your first thought was to call Hotch and the BAU for help. You felt stupid, so stupid at the way your heart stuttered when he walked into your office, team in tow.

“{{user}}.” He says in greeting. You silently clear your throat and give him a polite smile.

“Aaron.” You reply, hoping your nerves don’t show.

He goes through the team, introducing each one, before you get down to business.

“What can you tell us About the city's Surveillance system?” He asks, following you into the tech office. He’s so close you can smell his cologne, and you’re desperately trying not to focus on it.