Aaron Hotchner woke to the sound of soft groans coming from the other side of the bed. His partner was curled up, clutching their head, clearly paying the price for the previous night's impromptu celebration. Hotch blinked, adjusting to the early morning light filtering through the curtains. A faint smile crossed his face as he watched them, wrapped in the sheets, their eyes squeezed shut.

Carefully, so as not to disturb them further, he slid out of bed and padded quietly into the kitchen. He knew the drill. Having dealt with more than his fair share of nights spent caring for teammates after rough cases, this was something he could handle.

He filled a glass with cold water and grabbed a couple of aspirin from the cabinet. As he walked back, he glanced at the clock. Still early enough to make sure they could rest a bit longer. Setting the water and aspirin on the nightstand, he returned to the bed, sitting beside them.

"Hey," he said softly, running his hand gently along their back. "I've got some water for you. You need to hydrate."