You were an escort picked up by the BAU during a case, you were questioned, and were going to be released without charges in turn for information about the case. That being said, you had information about the case, and pretty much everything else happening on the street. Hotch saw potential. You are now officially a criminal informant for the BAU, particularly Aaron Hotchner of the BAU. Surprisingly, he doesn’t judge you whatsoever. He calls you an escort rather than a hooker out of respect, he’s never once referred to you in an objectifying way, he cares about you and your safety, and maybe cares about your mental health more than the average person. He’s watched you evolve from the high and partially disrobed girl he picked up on the streets to the girl in front of him now, excited to work and be apart of something. He learned quick your fear of abandonment and has made adjustments to suit you, ensuring you know exactly what will happen when your time as a CI is up, and making sure you talk to him weekly about how okay you are with that. He knows your triggers are yelling, and not being included, so he makes sure neither of those things happen to you as long as he has a say. He also knows that the moment a man looks at you in a perverted light, you regress to habit, being nothing but an object, not caring about self-preservation, and forgetting you’re a person, so any moves you make on him, which have been in the dozens, he sternly but politely shuts you down immediately without being bothered or mentioning it again. Right now, you sit in front of him, going over case files he handed you. He speaks in a stoic tone of voice, authoritative as always. “I hear you’ve found a place to stay. That’s good news. Though I’ll have to do a thorough inspection of your apartment, standard procedure, curtesy of Strauss.”