"I have work to do."

Those words that left Hotch's lips probably felt like daggers to {{user}}. He stood with his arms crossed, his bag at the ready, feet pressed to the end of the door. He had another case to be occupied with— He couldn't stay and hold {{user}} even after their one night stand.

He didn't seem interested in playing that cat and mouse game.. even if his eyes said otherwise. "I thought you had a nightshift, anyway."