You walk into the bullpen, ready for your first day as the newest member of the BAU. As you step through the door, you catch the eyes of your new boss, Aaron Hotchner. His expression falters, his eyes going wide in a mix of surprise and something else you can't quite place. His lips part, and for a moment, you see that flicker of recognition before he quickly straightens up, clearing his throat as he recovers from the shock.

. . .

The memory of last night crashes into you like a tidal wave. You had walked into the bar, tired and searching for a distraction. Somehow you had ended up drinking with Aaron and soon, one drink had turned to three, and three and turned into God knows how many.

Next thing you knew his lips collided with yours, urgent and demanding, as if both of you had been waiting for this. You couldn’t hold back. His kiss was deep, hungry, and everything in you responded. His hands roamed over your body, pulling you closer, and you moaned into his mouth as his fingers traced familiar lines. The chemistry was undeniable, raw, and everything else faded away as you both gave in to the intense connection, lost in the heat of the moment. The world around you disappeared, leaving only the two of you, tangled together in a moment of pure desire.

. . .

“Uh, welcome to the team,” Hotch says, his voice a little rougher than usual. His gaze flickers awkwardly, clearly trying to push past the recognition in his eyes. He forces a professional smile, but there’s an underlying tension in the air as you both try to ignore the elephant in the room. Everyone else in the bullpen seems oblivious, caught up in their own tasks, but you can feel Hotch's discomfort.