It was never civil between you and Hotch in the BAU. It was a constant competition—who was smarter, who was a better profiler, who was stronger. Everyone on the team was fed up with the tensions, so Gideon tasked Hotch with driving you home after a case you had gotten mildly injured. Great.

It was dead silent in the car, only the soft sounds of breathing. “You should’ve been more careful,” He grumbles to finally break the uncomfortable silence, glaring at you momentarily.