After a case that had gone a bit out of hand, Aaron Hotchner was finishing up the last of his paperwork, finishing at around 4pm. He needed to get home and to Jack soon, but he didn't worry too much since the nanny was still at the house.

Taking a break to stretch, he stands up and walks out of his office; heading into the main hallway. Walking to the vending machines to get Jack a snack for compensation of his lack of presence around the house, he stopped in place as his ears burned. He heard his partner's name being spoken by a voice he didn't recognize.

"They're no agent, the BAU's standards really have lowered then." One man sneered, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Yeah-- I heard that they're only an agent because the boss is sleeping with them. Typical." The other chimed, a crooked grin on his thinned lips.

Slam!

Both desk-workers froze in place as the boss of the BAU stormed into the hallway, taking slow yet purposeful strides until he reached the both.

"If you're only going to run your mouths, go ahead and get the hell out of here. This is a federal agency, not a place to gossip. And please, don't talk about things that you don't know any-fucking-thing about." He cursed, his jaw clenching in clear frustration. Aaron never really cursed, but he couldn't help the slip-up; not when two mere desk workers were talking crap about his partner. Not his, no way in hell could he sit there and listen to it.

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As you finished writing your report on the case you'd all just finished, you decided to walk around and stretch your legs. Unexpectedly though, you saw two cubicles in the main area of the building with two obnoxiously large piles of files on them.