(11) Memento Mori

Soooo…Here's a funny story: Aaron and you were so focused on the discussion, if you should let your colleagues know about your relationship, that you forgot to consider what could happen if someone that wishes the team harm would find out about it. For example, let's say: an unsub. Taking into account that you're currently negotiating your life with one hints at the theory that you, indeed, should have considered that.

But let's pick up where we left off, shall we?

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As soon as the plane landed in Oregon, Aaron and you let go of each other and went back into work-mode. It's been almost 48 hours and the team didn't have any breaks. You're suspecting that the murders you're investigating are connected to an organ harvesting ring. Consequently, there is a lot of time pressure and it is way more difficult to locate the unsubs.

"We cannot go on like this." You state. Everyone is so sleep-deprived that it's like you're drunk. "We need to rest."

Aaron lifts his head, barely able to focus on you: "You're right, but we're too close to stop now."

Reid supports you: "The likelihood of us to make mistakes grows with the minute."

"How about we sleep in shifts?" You propose. "One sleep-cycle takes approximately ninety minutes. We could take turns in sleeping for about two hours to ensure we go through at least one."

Red-eyed, the rest of the teams looks at Hotch, silently screaming at him.

He nods: "Prentiss, Morgan, Rossi, and Reid take the first break." He looks at his watch: "You have three hours to shower, eat and sleep." Groaning they get up, mumbling something about how they don't get paid enough. Morgan pats your back: "Thanks Professor." You give him a tired smile.

That leaves Aaron, JJ, and you. And Garcia back at headquarters who, as she informed you, is camping in her office. You collect the reports you got from the coroner as well as the files with the medical histories of the victims and get up from your chair. Stretching your back, you take a few deep breaths before pushing your table to the side. JJ and Aaron look at what you're doing, not really able to react to it. Sorting by victim, you start to create a timeline, marking similar procedures and illnesses with different colors.

Kneeling in the middle of the stacks of papers, you desperately try to find a connection that might be too indirect for Garcia to find it. You head droops a few times, and your blinking slows down even more. Aaron tries his best to mask it, but the same happens to him. Eventually, he gives in: "The others will be back in an hour. We'll take our break now."

"Oh, thank god." JJ mumbles and gets up.

Aaron comes over and helps you stand up and put your shoes back on which you put aside as you sat down on the floor. You see JJ smile at the gesture.

- - - - - - - - - -

"Hey." Aaron rubs your thigh, using your first name to wake you. Your head shoots up. You were so tired that you fell asleep in the car on the way to the hotel. "How the hell aren't you unconscious yet?" You ask him groggily.

"Practice."

You start to ramble off facts about how that's bad for one's body to do

repeatedly. Aaron gently interrupts you while offering you his arm to lean on: "You start to sound like Reid." You really want to make a sexual joke about that statement but don't manage to answer him.

In the hallway that leads to your rooms, you meet Prentiss who looks at least a little better by now. She says something about you and Aaron being cute, which you're only able to acknowledge with a nod.

Aaron opens the door to his room, leading you to the bed. He helps you strip before taking off his suit. "If I didn't know any better," you slur the words, "I'd think you want to seduce me, Mister Supervisory Special Agent Hotchner."

Chuckling, he gets into bed with you, pulling the blanket up to your shoulders. He kisses your temple, and you curl up in his embrace. "You smell nice."

Aaron caresses your cheek: "You're adorable when you're tired."

You poke what you assume is his chest: "And you're always adorable."

"Always?"

"Hmh, and hot. Adorable and hot. That's a unique mixture, Mister Hotchner."

Your really have no filter anymore as you talk to him with your eyes shut, more asleep than awake.

You feel him press a tender kiss to your lips and his breath on your neck when he whispers: "I love you." Clumsily, you try to put your arm around him but give up halfway and settle for resting your hand on his side.

"I love you more."

And with that, you're finally asleep.

- - - - - - - - - -

You still feel horrible when you have to get up again, but at least you're able to properly think and see again.

In the shower, you take turns in sitting on the edge of the tub and washing the other's hair. While massaging your scalp, Aaron comments: "I should deprive you of sleep more often if it makes you that cute." He presses a kiss to your wet shoulder. Your cheeks flush and you clear your throat: "I was simply being honest."

"Sure." He chuckles.

In fresh clothes, you drive back to the police station. On the way there, you see a café and make Aaron stop to get coffee and breakfast for everyone. Since you went to sleep in the early morning, it's just past seven by now, and you suspect that no one actually took the time to eat.

You're proven right when you and Aaron enter the room and hand out the coffee and food. "You're amazing." JJ blurts out, making you laugh. For a minute, it's quiet as everyone is devouring the food before getting back at it.

You walk over to the papers you spread on the floor. Reid took your place and kept working on it. "I saw what you were doing and continued. Hope that's okay."

"Of course. Did you find anything?"

He shakes his head: "I don't have the medical expertise for that but at least it's all sorted now."

Morgan leans over: "Damn, Reid. Did you just admit that someone else knows more than you?"

"She doesn't know more than me, she just knows more about this specific topic."

Morgan raises an eyebrow and Reid starts to apologize when he realizes how that sounded.

"Calm down." You smile at Reid. "Show me what you added."

Huddled together in the middle of the piles of papers you created, Reid and you hand files back and forth, bouncing ideas off each other.

"All the victims had surgery in the last two years." You start over.

"But in different hospitals and different surgeons performing the procedure."

"Maybe there is a common denominator that is only kept on paper and not in the digital files Garcia has access to. We need to look for what isn't here."

Reid sighs: "Like the pharmaceuticals used during the surgery?"

You shake your head: "That would not narrow it down enough. They're basically always the same."

Reid and you stare at each other in silence, going through the possibilities in your head.

Suddenly, his and your eyes widen, and you yell in sync: "The surgery technology assistant."

Everyone else turns their head at your outburst.

"Call Garcia." Aaron states, causing Morgan to take out his phone.

Reid and you scramble to your feet. Standing next to Morgan, hands propped up on your hips, you wait for what Garcia says. Aaron observes the two of you, and you see his mouth twitch. It takes her a few minutes but eventually she tells you: "I got someone." She explains how she found a surgical assistant who works for an agency that provides healthcare workers for hospitals that need someone short term. He was at all the hospitals while the victims where there, probably scouting.

"Yes!" You raise your hand, turning towards Reid. He gives you a genuine smile and a high-five. It's the first time your hands touch and you remember his aversion to that, but he doesn't seem to care.

"Well done." Aaron nods as everyone gets ready for the arrest. When he walks past you, his hand brushes yours and your knees almost buckle as he catches you off guard when he whispers: "Good girl."

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Waiting in the car outside while the team breaches is always nerve-wracking. Maybe it would be easier if you went in with them, even though you're in no way trained for that. Anyways, you basically hold your breath until you see them walk out again, unsub in cuffs.

Finally, you're allowed to exit the car.

"Everyone okay?" You ask. Prentiss nods towards Aaron who has a grim look on his face.

"I'm fine." He tells you through gritted teeth. You see how he desperately tries not to limp.

Sighing, you get your first aid kit. Opening the tailgate of the SUV, you look at Aaron, who walks over and sits down. He takes off his bulletproof vest and throws it behind him.

"What happened?"

He turns his hip, and you see the cut on his upper thigh. His dress pants are darkening around the wound as it's still bleeding. You raise an eyebrow.

"I didn't expect him to sit on the floor." Aaron sighs.

You let out a chuckle while you put on gloves and cut open the pants just enough for you to clean the wound. He lets out a groan and grabs your arm when you disinfect it. "Deep breaths." You tell him without stopping what you're doing. Aaron huffs but does as told.

Palpating around the wound, you tell him: "It feels more than superficial. I need to check it, but I don't have anything to numb it. Should I drive you to the hospital?"

You look up at Aaron who immediately shakes his head: "Just do it."

"Sit up sideways and lean against the window. I don't want you to faint on me."

To your surprise, he doesn't argue. You realize that he didn't argue with any of your orders. It makes you smile that he respects your expertise. Furthermore, today seems to be one of the days he enjoys being told what to do.

"Grab my upper arm."

Immediately, Aaron's hand is on you, holding onto your arm tightly. You look at him one last time before bowing down and pulling the flesh apart. He inhales sharply, and you try to ignore who your patient is right now. Instead, you go on until his thigh is bandaged to perfection.

"Thanks." He breathes out when you lean back up.

You flash him a smile: "Looks like you need to find a new way to exercise since fucking me while standing up is off the table for now."

Aaron's cheeks flush instantly, and he lets out a chuckle: "Can't wait to explore those new ways."

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Finally able to rest for a longer period of time, everyone falls asleep on the jet home. You're laying down on one of the sofas, eyes closed, when you feel yourself being covered by a blanked. Prying open one eye, you see Aaron standing over you.

"Thank you." You mouth at him, and he swiftly caresses your cheek before sitting down somewhere.

Because of the time difference you arrive in D.C. in the middle of the night. Everyone has tomorrow off, and Aaron proposes that you sleep at his place since it's closer. You also left some of your clothes there as you left in such a hurry a few days ago.

"How's you leg?" You ask after Aaron locked the door.

"Thanks to my amazing doctor, it's quite alright."

Smiling, shake your head and put your hand on his neck. He leans down and kisses you properly for the first time in a few days. You sigh and put your other arm around him as well. Aaron grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer until your body is pressed against his.

You kiss his cheek, jaw, and down his neck, and whisper: "I missed you."

"We more or less spent the last three days together nonstop."

"It doesn't count if I'm basically unconscious or can't touch you like this."

Aaron hums in agreement and hugs you tightly.

You follow Aaron into the living room, and you sit down on the sofa.

"Do you feel like the team acted any different since we told them?" You ask him while he puts his arm around you. Aaron takes your hand and rubs his thumb over the back of it.

"Not really, no."

"That's good, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's good." He kisses your temple. "It's really good."

He isn't just talking about how the team reacted. You smile and bury your face in his sweater.

- - - - - - - - - -

You get woken up by someone pushing your shoulder. Your eyes fly open, and you lift your head. Aaron is stirring in bed next to you. It's already light outside, a few rays of sunshine making their way into the bedroom through the window.

Aaron's arm twitches again and you see his fists clench. Carefully, you sit up and you touch his arm. "No!" He breathes out. You start to shake him, repeatedly saying his name. Finally, he opens his eyes. They are full of panic, and he sits up.

"I'm here." You tell him. He gasps and leans forwards. Putting your arms around him, you pull him into a hug, pressing his head against your chest. "It's alright." You assure him while running your fingers through his hair.

You feel his back rising as he takes several deep breaths. "Sorry." He eventually mumbles. Leaning back, you put your hands on his face and make him look at you.

"What for?"

"I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's not your fault."

He smiles and leans into you touch: "Thank you."

You kiss him tenderly before you ask: "Do you want to talk about your dream?"

Aaron gulps.

"You never talked to anyone about it?"

He shakes his head no.

"How the hell do you cope with all of this?"

Leaning forwards, he rests his head against your shoulder and mumbles something into your shirt. You caress the back of his neck and ask: "What did you say?"

He raises his voice without moving his head: "You make such a difference."

"In what way?"

Finally, he raises his head to look at you: "I- I'm kind of realizing how bad…I don't know." Aaron rubs his face with his hands before finding your eyes again. "Being with you makes me realize how much I isolated myself after the attack."

It makes you happy and sad at the same time, and you tell him: "I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner." Aaron grabs your chin and tilts your face up so he can press a longing kiss to your lips. You run your hands up and down his arms while reciprocating it.

When you have to lean back to take a breath, he asks: "Breakfast?"

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Aaron is sitting on the edge of the tub and you're kneeling in front of him. Taping the fresh bandage you put on the cut on his thigh, you gently run your fingers over it. When you're done, you lean down and to kiss his thigh; starting at his knee, you push his boxers up to trail kisses all the way to his hipbone. You feel Aaron shift in his position as he tells you: "Get up here."

Grabbing your hands, he pulls you to your feet as he stands up as well. He kisses you deeply, pushing his tongue into your mouth. Urging, you lead him to the bedroom. With long strides, he overtakes you and gets on the bed before you. Without hesitation Aaron takes off his shirt. It makes you smile widely, and you get on the bed as well.

When he lays down on his back, you follow him and crawl onto him. Straddling his uninjured thigh, you grind down on it. You take off your shirt as well. Aaron hums at the view and lets his hands wander up your naked torso. Leaning down, you press wet kisses to the side of his neck before sucking on skin the over his pulse point.

He buries his hands in your hair and tugs on it. You let out a quiet groan at the sensation and raise your head to kiss him. The stubbles on his face are rough against your lips. You wonder how it would feel to rub your core and thighs over them. Apparently, Aaron thinks something similar because he orders with a husky voice: "Sit on my face." Your eyes widen and your thighs clench.

Quickly, you roll off him and push down your panties. He puts his hands on the back of your thighs and guides you up until your pussy is hovering over his face. Your head falls forward so you can look him in the eyes. They are dark and sparkle with lust. His hands wander to your waist and he pulls you down. You twitch at the unfamiliar sensation of being eaten out in this position. You're hesitant to put your full weight on him and tense your thighs to hold yourself up. Aaron notices and pulls you down harder. You inhale sharply as his nose touches your clit and the stubbles of his unshaved face scratch your inner thighs. To not fall over, you grab the headboard of the bed. Aaron hums affirmative and starts to move his lips.

"Oh!" You breathe out. Because you're literally sitting on his head, there is way more pressure on your core while he licks you up and down. His eyes are on your face and he vigilantly observes how you react to what he's doing. When he tilts his head to reach your clit, you move your hips to give him better access. Aaron sucks on it as soon as his mouth finds it and your eyes flutter shut.

Sticking out his tongue, he alternates between running it through your labia and stimulating your clit. Tirelessly, he continues until all reservation leaves your body and you start to grind down on him. His hands claw into your ass and you moan. Your breathing hitches and you feel your orgasm rise. For a change, you edge yourself; it feels way too good to come to completion now. Whereas Aaron dutifully keeps up the stimulation, you rhythmically slow and fasten the movements of your hips.

Just when you're about to cum, you lift your hips and scoot down. Aaron wipes the wetness off his chin, smearing it over his lips like he doesn't want to waste any of it.

"Dear lord." You whisper and grab the hem of his boxers. He lifts his hips so you can pull them down. Aaron's rock-hard dick springs free, pre-cum leaking out of it. He notices the unbelieving look on your face and asks: "Do you have any idea how good you taste?"

Instead of answering, you lean up press the innermost kiss to his lips. He opens his mouth. He's right. You taste good.

Without breaking the kiss, you reach down and stroke his dick. Aaron's hips jerk up. He lets out a high-pitched moan; and you want him to do it again. It's a huge turn on that he's so vocal during sex. It gets you going every time. Now, however, it gets you scrambling as you reach for the drawer of the nightstand to get a condom. Provocatively slow, you roll it over his dick, making Aaron writhe under your touch.

You're so wet and so turned on that you can sit down on his cock without any resistance. Moaning at the sensation of being filled up, your head falls back, and you let out a deep sigh. Then you lean down and press a kiss to Aaron's lips before you ask him: "Am I hurting you like this?" You try to avoid touching his wound in any way, but you want to make sure.

He shakes his head: "Please, just…" His hands claw into your thighs. You clench your muscles around his dick and ask: "Please what?"

"Please, fuck me." Aaron groans.

Him begging like this shoots lust through your veins like lightning. Without further ado, you start to roll your hips.

You're right on the edge again, and this time you won't force yourself back down. After a few minutes of bouncing up and down and rolling your hips, you have to prop your arms up left and right of Aaron's head to take weight off your thighs. Your rhythm gets irregular. You press another breathy and wet kiss to Aaron's lips.

He moans your name and his body tenses.

"Will you cum for me?" You ask him.

"Yes." His voice is rough, and you can hear how much effort it takes him to speak intelligibly.

"Yes what?" Your movements are forceful and just as rough as his voice, your orgasm pending.

"Yes, Ma'am, I will cum for you."

It makes your eyes roll back and you press your thighs against Aaron's sides as you cum around him. Walls spasming, you let out a string of curses, your hands holding on to his shoulders tightly. You feel how Aaron's body goes rigid beneath you. Letting out an obscenely loud moan, he cums as well.

Your panting is all that is audible for a moment before you manage to lift your leg and get off Aaron to lay down next to him. You hear him take off the condom and grab the blanket to cover you both up to the waist. Then he rolls to his side to lay his arm over your chest, caressing your shoulder and the side of your neck. You let out an appreciative hum. Eyes still closed, you indulge in the feeling of satisfaction, unable to imagine a place that you'd rather be right now.

- - - - - - - - - -

"We have a problem." JJ announces. "It appears that the organ harvesting ring we blew up in Oregon is far bigger than we expected. Bail was posted for the man we arrested, and he disappeared within a few hours. Earlier today, bodies were found all over D.C. that show the same type of injuries and missing organs the victims in Oregon had."

"They followed us to D.C.?" Morgan asks.

Reid replies: "It's more likely that they have a network across states."

"Either way, we need to clean up this mess quickly." Hotch states with a stern voice. "Garcia, try to find a connection of the man we arrested to anyone here. We didn't look for any across state lines. Morgan, Reid, Prentiss, visit the crime scenes and talk to the police. JJ, Rossi and I will talk to the next of kin and get the medical history." Everyone nods in agreement. Turning to you, he orders: "All the bodies will arrive at our morgue soon, examine them and confirm if it's really the same pattern. Look for details the coroner in Oregon might have missed."

Your bag in hand, you make your way to the FBI's own lab and department for forensic pathology. A lab assistant leads you to the room for the autopsies, the bodies already on the dissecting tables. Gloved up, you go to work.

Right when you're about to call Aaron to tell him about your preliminary findings, someone enters the room. Expecting it to be one of the forensic specialists, you tell them over your shoulder: "Just a moment."

It irritates you that they don't answer, and you turn around, phone in hand. They are dressed as a lab worker, but something is off. "Can I help you?" You ask, nevertheless.

You realize what struck you as off when he pulls out a gun out of the inner pocket of the lab coat he's wearing. It weighed down the coat considerably, which is why it looked weird on him.

Instinctively, you put up your hands: "What's going on?"

"I need you to come with me, Professor." His calm voice makes you shiver. This isn't just anybody. This is a pro.

"We're literally inside FBI headquarters, how do you think we'll make it outside?"

"Don't worry about that." He flashes you a smile. "And put down that phone, would you?"

You gulp and lay it on the desk you're standing next to. Your thoughts are racing. You need to make someone aware of what's going on. The lab workers won't help, they are just as helpless as you are right now. You need an armed agent. Upstairs, you tell yourself, upstairs at the exit they will notice. Slowly, you take off your coat and drape it over the desk chair.

Pressing the gun against your back, the man tells you: "Take your badge and keys and walk. Don't do anything stupid or people will die."

You nod silently and make your way to the elevator.

"No. The stairs."

You curse internally, opening the door to the stairway.

"Now down the tunnel that connects the lab with the parking garage."

How the hell does he know the outlet of the complex so well?

"What do you want from me?"

He doesn't answer.

You keep asking questions, but he stays silent.

Of course, you don't meet anybody on the way to the garage.

When you enter it, he asks: "Your car?"

You consider lying and telling him that you took the metro this morning but then you remember that he saw your car keys. You point in the direction you parked at and he pushes the gun against your ribs to make you walk.

The next hour is a blur. The panic and stress make it difficult for you to think and you submit to following the man's orders. You just hope that the others realized by now that you're gone. Since he made you leave your phone, they can't trace you, but maybe Garcia can follow you via the traffic cams.

He tells you to stop in front of a hangar. The doors are opened, and your pulse quickens again when you see the jet that is waiting inside. There are more men waiting for you. All armed. They make you get out of the car and one straps your hands together with a zip tie. What the actual fuck is happening?

You're pushed towards the jet and have to sit down in a chair in front of a table. A tall man walks over, sitting down opposite of you. He looks different than the others. More official.

"Pleasure to meet you." He smiles. "I'm Tim Foyet."

- - - - - - - - - -

Foyet? Foyet is dead. His name was George, and he was way older. Who is…Oh.

Manners. Show good manners. Treat him kindly. Make him like you.

You twist your tied hands so you can extend them and offer him your right one. He looks surprised but shakes it. "You're George Foyet's son." You state and lean back. "Why are there no records about you?"

"To protect me."

You furrow your eyebrows: "From your father?"

He huffs: "From you. From the FBI."

Shit.

Foyet elaborates: "My father was the only person who was always there for me. He protected me. Took care of me. He loved me. And then you murdered him!"

You flinch as he yells the last words.

"Tim, your father was a serial killer."

"Father. He was my father. That's all that mattered."

You take a deep breath: "Tim, I didn't have anything to do with your father's death. What do you want from me? I'm just the forensic liaison."

"Oh, sweetheart." He grins and lays down pictures on the table. "You're way more than that."

Your eyes dart over the pictures. They show Aaron and you. Aaron entering your house. Aaron and you taking a walk. Aaron and you kissing.

You feel sick.

Your hands start to shake when you realize what Foyet wants.

He wants revenge.