Aaron can't keep his eyes off you. He swallows thickly when your eyes meet his, he clears his throat everytime he finds himself staring at you and he curses under his breath at how flustered you make him. And Aaron Hotchner is not a man to be flustered. But here he is—overwhelmed by you, simply because you're attractive. Like, incredibly so.

Due to budget cuts in the FBI, a now usual occurance, for the fitness tests they'd now paired units together. Aaron didn't think much of it, assessing your team. They were good, real good, a bunch of good agents who were professional and did well at their jobs. It's not like the BAU had been given the task of babysitting a unit—you guys were on the same level.

You're unit chief, he's unit chief. It's like the two of you are literally meant to be together. Especially since you keep looking at him like that, under your lashes all.. god, he should keep himself together. Get himself under control. He's supposed to be professional.

But the connection between the two of you is anything but.

"You've got a nice team on your hands," he gets a moment alone with you, well, he saw it and practically ran at the opportunity. He'd been doing it the whole day, running to be your partner and making excuses to work with you. He was completely and utterly head over heels. He felt like a kid again, damn it. "They're lucky to.. to have you," he'd be lucky to have you too.