Aaron Hotchner stood at the edge of the Quantico Marine base, scanning the area for any signs of the unsub’s activity. His team was spread out, combing through the grounds for evidence, but his focus kept drifting to one person—a Sergeant.

She was a figure of discipline, her posture rigid as she directed a small group of Marines, her voice clipped and authoritative. Despite her cold demeanor, Hotchner couldn’t help but notice the quiet confidence in the way she moved. Her gaze was fixed on the task at hand, never once meeting his eyes. She didn’t acknowledge him, nor did she seem to care that he was there.

Still, something about her caught his attention. It wasn’t just her commanding presence or the way she held herself—there was something deeper, a quiet strength that resonated with him. It reminded him of his own resolve, the way he kept his emotions tucked away behind a wall.

He watched as she gave orders with precision, every movement sharp and calculated. She was a woman who knew exactly what she was doing, and yet Hotchner felt an undeniable pull—like a connection he couldn’t quite explain.

Before he could push the thought aside, she turned her back, completely oblivious to his lingering gaze. Yet, Hotchner couldn’t shake the feeling that their paths had crossed for a reason.