(14) Fun and Games
"Good morning, everyone!" Aaron greets the team in the conference room. "As you know, tomorrow our annual tactical training-simulation will be taking place. I heard some of you have been training hard and I'm looking forward to see how you will be doing."
"Yeah, man!" Morgan laughs and Prentiss gives him a high-five.
Reid groans: "You two trained for this?"
"Of course." JJ laughs and rolls her eyes.
You sit up straight: "Can I watch?" Heads turn towards you.
Rossi chuckles and asks: "Aaron didn't tell you, did he?"
Furrowing your eyebrows, you shake your head: "About what?"
Aaron picks up the duffle bag that's been laying on the ground next to him and puts it on the table. "You won't be watching." He tells you with a smug smile. Sliding the bag towards you, he adds: "You'll be participating."
Your mouth falls open and you stare at him in disbelieve. This motherfucker didn't say a word. Of course, it makes sense for the others, since they still think Aaron and you cannot stand each other anymore but…You see Aaron's lips twitch as his eyes show the amusement he desperately tries to hide.
Standing up, you open the bag: "What is this?"
"Your equipment." Prentiss tells you, sounding slightly patronizing.
You shoot her a look that makes her grin as you rummage through the bag. A vest, something that looks like a belt with stuff attached to it, and…"A gun!?" You exclaim. "I'm not allowed to carry one."
"It's a paintball-gun." Reid explains.
You turn it in your hands. It's as heavy as a normal Glock, but the barrel is slightly bigger since it's supposed to shoot balls full of paint instead of actual bullets. Clumsily, you fumble with it, making Morgan chuckle.
After you put everything back down, JJ asks: "What's the scenario this year?"
"Ah, yes." Aaron nods towards Garcia. She gives everyone a bright smile before starting up her presentation.
"Your mission is to breach this apartment building, find a small group of hostages, and get them out." Garcia explains as she zooms through a 3D model of the building.
"That's it?" Morgan sounds disappointed.
"Oh, don't you worry, my sexy-"
"Garcia." Aaron interrupts her.
"Right." She clears her throat. "Here's the kicker: you'll be fighting in opposite teams."
"What?!" Reid's voice shoots up.
"Dips on Prentiss!" Morgan yells and they high-five again.
"Why do I have to join?" You ask, still stunned even though slightly more amused by now. Never would you have thought you would actually be allowed, let alone be asked to participate in something like this.
"It will be fun." Prentiss smiles. "At least for us."
You flip her off. She just laughs.
"Calm down, children." Rossi snickers.
Aaron clears his voice, and everyone else shuts up: "Well, since it's the first time for our Professor competing, I think it's fair to let her choose teammates. Rossi is out, he's observing and coordinating."
You prop your hands up on your hips and look around the room, narrowing your eyes.
"Reid." You declare. He looks just as surprised as the others do, but gets up and walks over to you.
"And Garcia."
"Hey! You cannot do that!" Prentiss shouts indignant. "She's never part of this."
"She is now." You calmly answer as Garcia comes over to stand next to Reid and you. She's giggling and puts her arm around you: "This is exciting."
"Well, we claim Hotch then." Morgan counters.
You grin: "Fine by me." Having Aaron on the opposite team will be extra fun.
He nods: "That makes two teams of three. JJ, you will be impartial. Your task is to interfere."
JJ smiles: "I get to play assassin?"
"If you'd like to call it that."
"Oh, you're doomed." She grins devilishly.
"Looks like it's muscle against brain." You state saucily as you walk out the room with your teammates.
Morgan huffs at your comment, and Aaron pokes your side when no one is looking.
- - - - - - - - - -
When you're in the kitchen getting coffee, Aaron joins you and asks quietly: "Do you want come over for dinner?"
You turn to face him: "Absolutely not."
His face falls: "What? Why?"
"I have to prepare for war."
"Come on-"
"Don't come on me." Leaning closer, you add whispering: "I'm going to fuck you up so hard, the time we had sex three times in a row will feel like a vacation in comparison."
Aaron chokes on his coffee as you walk away triumphantly.
"What did Hotch want?" Reid asks when you join him and Garcia at your desk.
"He tried to get intel out of me. About our strategy."
Garcia laughs: "They really have no idea what they got themselves into."
You look around the room and see how the others observe the three of you huddled together. "We should talk somewhere else. Ears everywhere." You whisper conspiratorial.
They agree and you collect your stuff.
"See you tomorrow, fools!" You yell across the room as Reid throws them a peace sign, Garcia trailing behind you. Aaron crosses his arms and shakes his head, but you can see in his eyes that he enjoys it.
"Watch your back, nerds!" Morgan yells back, but you're already out the door.
In Garcia's office you start to draw up a plan.
"Do we have access to the simulations of the recent years?"
"Please." Garcia says. "I can show you every time Reid tripped about something in the last five years in 4k."
"Please don't." Reid mumbles.
"Don't worry." You chuckle. "But I'd like to see what our foes tripped over."
"You take this very serious, don't you?" Garcia jokes.
"They want to humiliate the forensic liaison for their entertainment? Let's see what the director says when I not only show them up during cases but also during tactical training."
"Why did you choose me then?" Reid questions.
You furrow your eyebrows: "Because you're a great profiler, and because your memory will give us a huge advantage."
He fumbles with his hands and looks at his shoes. It's adorable how awkward he gets when someone compliments him.
"Now." You clap your hands. "Let's have a look at the blueprint of the building."
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It's eight a.m. The sun is already shining brightly. You're standing in front of the building you saw the plans of yesterday, located in the training grounds of the FBI in Quantico. A few agents in training from the academy are standing behind the barriers, to observe the infamous BAU. You all are wearing black pants, boots, and sweaters as well as a belt with your guns and ammo. Except Garcia, of course. She is in her usual attire, her weapon being her laptop and the earpiece and microphone that's synced with the ones Reid and you are wearing.
"Listen up." Rossi raises his voice and points at the three agents in casual clothes that are standing next to him: "These are the hostages you are meant to save. They will be in a location in the building unknown to you. JJ will be entering the house with them and wait for you." She nods and walks off with the agents.
"Here are the rules." Rossi continues. "You all have one gun and three magazines."
You run your hand over your belt.
"If you're hit in the chest or head, you're out. You have to remain in the position you've been gunned down. You're not allowed to give hints to your remaining teammates in any way. I see everything and if anyone tries, your team automatically loses."
"Hear that, Professor?" Morgan teases you. "No cheating."
You roll your eyes and wait for Rossi to continue.
"The team that brings out the hostages wins. Should someone shoot a hostage: that means your team loses as well."
While listening to the rules, you look at Aaron. He appears all stern, suited up and ready. However, when your eyes meet, you see the excitement in them.
Gonna fuck you up, you mouth at him.
You wish, he mouthes back.
"Any questions? Good. Team Nerds, you take the back entrance. Team Fools, you take the front." Rossi declares.
Everyone chuckles at the names and splits up.
Reid, Garcia, and you check the coms.
"We good?" You ask. They nod. You put your heads together and hype each other up. "Lets go!" You yell, really feeling the special agent persona coming out of you right now.
Reid and you walk around the building. It's made of brick walls, but you know it has a modern interior. Furthermore, it's four stories high, and has a basement below.
"You remember the different routes?"
"Of course." Reid tells you. The confidence makes you smile. He's ready to win.
You put your hand on his shoulder, standing behind him. You unholster your gun and take the safety off. Reid does as well. Breathing shallowly, you wait for the signal.
"Three," Rossi starts to count, "two, one. GO!"
Reid yanks open the door and enters, you follow him closely, hand still on his shoulder. You mirror his movements and scan the surroundings. The door leads to the stairway, bright light allowing you to see up to the highest level.
The tapes showed how the team usually, like they are trained to, work their way up. Reid studied the blueprints and narrowed down the locations in which the hostages are probably placed. He also profiled where JJ most likely is hiding.
Quickly and quietly, you make your way up the stairs. You're both a little out of breath when you reach the door to the fourth floor.
"Ready?" Reid whispers.
"Yeah." You answer.
"Me too." Garcia tells you via the earpieces.
You enter the hallway, doors to apartments left and right of it. Your heart is pounding even though you know this isn't an actually dangerous scenario.
"JJ is probably in one of the apartments to the left." Reid tells you. "No windows." He explains briskly.
"Garcia? Do you have anything?"
"I'm getting a radio signal; it should be the third apartment on the left."
Ignoring the other doors, Reid walks towards said apartment. You let go of him and lean against the wall, making sure he doesn't get attacked from behind. Only when he picked the lock, you catch up to him.
Quickly, you enter, securing one room after the other. You're both relieved and disappointed that you don't find JJ.
"She's not here." You tell Garcia.
"But the signal is still coming from where you are."
Furrowing your eyebrows, you look at Reid who shrugs his shoulders: "We're losing time. We need to keep going."
You notice a bump under the rug in the living room: "Just a second."
"Shit." You whisper when you push the rug away and see what caused the bump.
Reid comes over: "JJ's radio."
Jumping to your feet, you sprint to the apartment door.
"Hey!" Reid calls after you.
You make it to the hallway just in time to see the door to the stairway fall shut.
"Shit." You curse again. "We lost her."
Both of you take a deep breath.
"Where are the others, Garcia?"
"Still on the first floor."
Reid nods at you and you make your way down to the third floor. The hallway looks exactly the same, just the color of the wallpaper is different. Without questioning it, you follow Reid to one of the apartments.
This time he doesn't take the time to pick the lock but steps aside so you can kick it down. It's way too much fun. You understand why Morgan does it all the time.
The wood splinters and the door swings open, hitting the wall with a loud thump.
This time, you announce yourself: "FBI!" This, also, is way too much fun. Nevertheless, you would never want to do this during an actual investigation.
"Over here!" You hear someone answer.
When you turn the corner to the kitchen, you see all three of the agents posing as hostages sitting on the floor.
"Come on." You holster you gun and offer them your hand to pull them to their feet.
"This must be a new record." One of them smiles. "I don't think anyone ever found us this quick."
"I calculated the probability of…" Reid starts to explain how he knew where they were as you already make your way back to the door.
Whatever caused you to do that saves your ass. You lock eyes with JJ who just entered the apartment. "Reid!" You yell before you throw yourself behind the table, barely dodging the bullets JJ is firing at you. The sudden impact of hitting the floor makes you groan, and it takes you a second to regain orientation. You hear Reid firing back at JJ, crawling around the table.
Eventually, you get a clear shot. Taking a deep breath, you try to stabilize your hands before you simply start shooting at her.
The first bullet misses her shoulder just an inch, but the next three hit her in the chest. With an oof she stumbles backwards and raises her hands in defeat. Panting, you get back on your feet.
"You okay?" You ask her.
"Yeah, well done." She tells you and sits down. "I'm rooting for you." She adds.
You let out a chuckle and signal the others to follow you outside.
"Someone is coming." Garcia informs you.
"What? Shouldn't they only be on the second floor?"
"They are, well they were. Two of them are coming up."
Panicked, you look at Reid.
"I got it, get the hostages out." He orders.
You shake your head: "Plan V."
"Okay." He agrees hesitantly.
"Plan V?" One of the hostages asks.
You just chuckle and nod to the apartment opposite of you.
- - - - - - - - - -
Hastily, you holster your gun, lock the door behind you and get a chair.
"There is a ventilation system running through the building. I memorized it. We'll get out that way." Reid explains while you take off the cover plate.
He gets in first to lead the way, then the hostages, then you. Slowly, you crawl down the air ducts, all the way to the stairway.
Just when Reid is about to lift the cover to get out, you hear someone below you.
"Wait." You whisper into the mic. He freezes in his movements.
Careful not to make any sound, you turn around to crawl back to the last vent you passed. You hold your breath as soon as you see Prentiss and Aaron standing in the hallway below you. They are discussing how they should precede.
"Garcia. On three I need you to use the jammer to distract Prentiss and Hotchner." You hear her hit a few keys on her laptop.
"I'm ready."
"Reid, get out as soon as you hear me yell."
"But…okay."
"One." You grab the lid of the vent with one hand, your gun with the other.
"Two." You make sure the safety is off.
"Three."
Trusting in Garcia's abilities, you yank open the vent above Prentiss and Aaron. Just as they are about to lift their heads, you can hear the screeching coming from their earpieces. Cursing, they rip them off.
"Now!" You yell and start shooting at them.
It makes popping sounds, when the paint bullets hit their backs as they are hunched over, holding their ears in pain. Just for good measure, you shoot both of them in the head, making them both yell more obscenities.
Grinning self-satisfied, you put away your gun and swing your legs around to lower yourself out of the air duct. Both of them observe in pure disbelieve as you let yourself fall down and land on your feet, just in between the both of them.
You pat their shoulders: "Better luck next time."
"What the actual-" Prentiss starts.
"I believe you're not allowed to speak any longer." You tell her with a wink. A grim look on her face and fire in her eyes, she gives in and sits down on the floor.
Aaron looks…proud? amazed? turned on?
You flash him another smile, before you ask: "Reid? Where are you?"
"Almost out, second floor. Garcia, do you know where Morgan is?"
"Coming up to the third floor as well. You better run, Professor."
"Gotta go." You tell Aaron and Prentiss and sprint towards the end of the hallway.
With a bang the heavy door falls shut behind you and you make your way down the stairs.
Catching up to the others, you inform Reid: "Got Prentiss and Hotchner, Morgan probably…" On cue, you hear heavy steps above you.
"Basement, quick."
Reid nods and all five of you jog down the rest of the stairs and into the basement. It's a labyrinth of dark hallways, but Reid knows exactly where to go. In a last effort to avoid Morgan, you rip out the grille in front of an opening on the side of the building. Just big enough for everyone to squeeze through.
You're the last one to get out, relieved to see proper daylight again. Running as fast as you can, you make your way around the corner. As soon as the students see you, they start to cheer you on. Garcia jumps to her feet, throwing her fist in the air.
You come to a stop right in front of Rossi who is shaking his head in disbelieve but flashing you a bright smile. He extends his hand and shakes yours before patting Reid on the shoulder: "Well done, kid." Then he picks up the radio: "Game over, fools."
- - - - - - - - - -
"The shots in the head were absolutely uncalled for." Prentiss groans, still rubbing the spot you hit. "It will take days until the paint fully is out of my hair."
You just make a kissing sound and raise your beer towards her.
"You said you can't shoot." Morgan tells you, still mortally offended by your victory.
You grin: "I must have misspoken."
Aaron is sitting next to you, which is nice, but also slightly suspicious. And probably a little dangerous since you're drinking alcohol around the team. He keeps side-eying you and you cannot help yourself but rub his thigh now and then.
"How's your head, SSA Hotchner?" You tease.
He takes a sip of his beer and clears his voice: "I'm more afraid of vents now than I was after that one episode of The X-Files."
You laugh out loud: "About the guy who needs to eat livers, right? In the first season?"
Aaron's eyes meet yours: "Yeah."
"Lucky you, my vitamin d balance is just fine, and I didn't need to eat your organs."
Aaron smiles: "When you say it like that, I'm glad I took the bullet."
You want to keep flirting but remember where you are. The rest of the team observed your exchange quietly. When you turn back to them, you see their questioning eyes.
"Well, I should get going." You empty your beer. "See you Monday."
Everyone appears taken-aback by your sudden declaration.
"Have a good weekend." Reid smiles at you, visibly thankful to be on the winning team. You nod and put money on the table for your drinks. Your coat in hand, you make your way over to the exit. Just when you're out of view, you turn right and enter the restroom.
You wait about a minute. Then you get out your phone and text Aaron: Restroom. First one on the right. While you wait, you wash your hands, check your appearance, and reach under your skirt to take off your panties.
When it knocks, you open the door and pull a grinning Aaron inside. He grabs your face with both hands and presses longing, sloppy kisses to your lips. You sigh into his mouth and press him against the wall.
"You-" He breathes out. "That was-"
"I know." You smile and silence him with more kisses.
Aaron inhales sharply when he slithers his hand under your skirt and feels your wet labia instead of the panties he expected. "I thought," you get interrupted by your own moan as he starts to draw circles over your clit, "I thought I spare you the trouble."
"Hm." Aaron's voice is husky. "Dirty girl."
You chuckle and litter his neck with kisses while reaching for his belt.
Your hand in his pants, you start to palm his cock until you feel it being rock-hard. It coaxes delicious little moans out of Aaron. Looking up, you nod to the closed lid of the toilet and tell him: "Sit."
Holding his pants up with one hand, he quickly walks over. Letting it fall to his ankles, he sits down, fishing a condom out of the inner pocket of his suite jacket. You take it from him: "Dirty boy. Brings condoms to work."
Aaron groans as you roll it over his cock, and murmurs: "You should be thanking me."
"Right." You position yourself over his dick. As you sink down on him, you moan: "Thank you, daddy." Immediately, he claws into your sides, eyes falling shut.
Keeping still for a moment, you enjoy the feeling of being filled up. Your lips on Aaron's again, you start to roll your hips. It's the perfect sensation and you both moan in sync. Indulging in the sensation, you put your hands on Aaron's shoulders and keep up a steady rhythm, completely ignoring your surroundings. The music blaring from the speakers in the corner of the restrooms merely becomes white noise.
One bounce after the other, you speed up your movements. Your head falls back, and Aaron puts his hands around your exposed throat. It makes you hum in appreciation. Loosening and tightening his grip, he drives you insane, endorphins rushing through your veins.
You want to see his face and pry your eyes open. Your eyes need a few seconds to focus but then you meet his dark eyes. You feel hot by now and your legs start to hurt. But you don't care. You're turned on beyond believe and feel your orgasm pending.
Your team is maybe twenty meters away. Probably wondering what takes Aaron so long. Who, by now, can barely hold back his groans, his body tensing up below you.
"There is nothing better…than you." His voice is smoky. "Nothing better than fucking you, being with you…and- good god…to c-"
You groan and take one hand off his shoulder to use it to stimulate your clit. Your walls already tightening, your thighs press against Aaron's and your movements get more forceful.
"Do it, babe." You murmur. "Do it for me."
He lifts his head, eyes wide, slack jawed.
"Cum for me."
Aaron's face contorts, his body spasms. His hips thrusting upwards make you lose it and you cum not long after him.
Riding out your orgasm, you keep rubbing your clit until your nerves feel raw.
Eventually, you press a kiss to Aaron's cheek and slowly get up. Your legs feel a little shaky, but you manage to take a step back and give Aaron room to clean himself up. Eyes closed, he takes a few deep breaths before getting up as well, putting his clothes back in order.
You reach into your purse and get out your panties to put them back on. But Aaron grabs you by the wrist. You look at him confused. He takes the panties from you and puts them in his pocket. Your mouth falls open.
He flashes you a bright smile. Then he kisses your cheek several times before pressing a long kiss to your lips. You open your mouth and suck on his bottom lip.
When you let go, you point at the pocket with your panties in them: "I want those back."
"I'll think about it."
Putting your coat on, you tell him: "Have a good weekend, SSA Hotchner."
He pulls you in for another kiss. "See you in an hour."
Your heart flutters as you steal one last kiss. Rushing home, you're already looking forward to feeling Aaron close again.