(7) Back to Work

"Babe?" You yell from the top of the stair.

"In the kitchen!" Aaron calls.

With a sigh, you make your way down. It's fucking 6 a.m. No need to be up and running already. You can barely see straight when you enter your kitchen.

"Morning." He gives you a bright smile and puts his arm around you to pull you into his embrace and kiss your temple.

"Hmh." You murmur and kiss the side of his neck. "How do you have so much energy already?" You ask yawning, taking Aaron's coffee from him to empty it in one go. He chuckles at the gestures and turns around to make another one as he tells you: "I'm just really excited to have you back at work with me."

Putting your arms around him from behind, you lean your head against his shoulder. Aaron puts his hands on yours. You comment: "That's really sweet, but you know I won't be with you most of the time."

He turns in your arms to look at you when he tells you: "Yes, I know. However, just from a professional standpoint alone it's amazing to have you back. Being around you more often is simply another bonus."

That's really flattering of him to say. "Thank you, I'm excited as well."

For a bit, you sit on the couch quietly to wake up properly, Aaron playing with your hair. When it's time to get ready, you stand up. You do it a little too ambitious and stumble forwards. At the last moment, you manage to catch yourself on the coffee table. Unfortunately, you knock down the mug Aaron put down. Clanking, it breaks into pieces. You curse.

Even though Aaron got up shortly after you, he didn't realize what's happening after the mug fell to the floor. "Are you okay?" Worried, he grabs your arm to help you stand back up straight again. The sudden loud noise startled you. You get dizzy.

Sitting back down, you tell him: "Give me a second."

Quietly, he sits next to you. Taking deep breaths, you rub your thighs. It didn't even really hurt. Your legs simply giving out beneath you was scarier than anything else.

Raising your head, you find Aaron's kind eyes: "I forgot."

It's enough of an explanation for him to press a small kiss to your lips and ask: "Should I get you anything?"

"No, just help me up the stairs?"

Understanding, he nods and offers you his arm. Gladly, you us it as leverage to pull yourself up and walk to the bedroom.

"I forget as well." He says quietly after you let go of him to get dressed.

"Good." You smile.

- - - - - - - - -

Now that Aaron drives to work with you, you no longer need another Agent or your assistant to pick you up. It's somewhat more relaxed this way. Even though it was nice having someone to top where you ask them to without asking question about it. Now, you have to explain: "On the right there is a coffee shop. I'll get something for the team."

To your surprise, however, Aaron doesn't ask you about it and simply parks.

"You don't need to get something for everyone."

"I know." You smile and get out the car. Leaning down, you tell him: "I got it. You can wait in the car."

Truth is, the baristas know you by now and always help you carry everything to the car.

Since it's your proper first day back on the job, you get a rich breakfast for everyone, of course including coffee that doesn't taste of the old machine in the BAU. Aaron looks surprised and amused, when you get back in the car, a barista handing you the bags and cupholders.

"Thank you." You give her a smile.

"See you tomorrow, Professor." She waves.

Aaron drives off. You see him grinning out of the corner of your eye. Balancing the cups on your knees, you ask: "What?"

"See you tomorrow?" He quotes the barista.

"Yeah. It became my ritual to get here in the morning. Either feeding me and my assistant or the Agent I forced Penelope to send me. Sometimes a colleague at the university."

"That's kind of you."

"I try." You shrug your shoulders. Looking out the window, you add: "And since I'm earning more than you do, it's fair for me to get the coffee."

Aaron coughs surprised.

You look at him: "Please. Even with my new deal I'm still getting paid more."

Grinning, he replies: "The only man who doesn't like for his girlfriend to earn more money than he does, is a man who doesn't like free money."

That makes you laugh.

"You shouldn't tell the others though, otherwise they might use it against me; to renegotiate their salary."

"I won't. Unless, of course, I am dared during a game of truth or dare that will probably take place when we eat at Rossi's."

"Who would ask you that?" Aaron asks stunned. After a pause, the both of you say in sync: "Prentiss."

Speaking of the gay mayhem that Prentiss is, you run into her in the parking lot.

"What's up, nerds!" She yells.

You chuckle and yell back: "Reid and Penelope aren't here."

Aaron shakes his head at the exchange, playing all stern even though you can clearly see the amusement in his eyes.

"Is that for us?" Prentiss asks while coming over.

You nod and hand her one of the cupholders.

"That smells great. Really happy that you're back."

"I knew I could bribe my way back into the BAU." You grin.

She takes a sip of her coffee before she tells you: "The way I see it, Hotch bribed you to come back."

"What makes you say that?" Aaron asks.

Deadpan, Prentiss looks him right in the eyes and replies: "Well, that's what it sounded like yesterday."

You have to press your lips together to not scream. To your surprise, however, Aaron answers just as calmly: "Did it sound like the discussions you and JJ have in your hotel rooms during cases?"

That causes Prentiss' mouth to fall open. Stunned, she stares at Aaron, not saying another word on the way up. In the elevator, you, Aaron, and Prentiss smile at each other whimsically, silently agreeing to never speak of this again.

- - - - - - - - -

The rest of the team is just as enthusiastic about your return as Prentiss. Reid, however, appears even more elated. After greeting everyone, you sit down next to him, hand him his coffee and quietly ask: "How is Maeve doing?"

A smile crosses his face that tells you all about how much he loves her.

"She's great! Thanks to you, she's finally able to return to work full time."

"That's great." You nod. "I know how that feels."

"Thank you agai-"

"Stop." You grab his arm. "You thanked me enough. I'm alright, Maeve is – that's all that matters. Okay?"

"Okay." He nods. "Maeve still asked me to ask you if you want to get dinner with us. She wants to finally properly meet the woman who solved her case."

You want to object the statement that it was you alone who solved her case, but you understand why Reid is phrasing it like that and agree: "I'd love to. Just let me know when the both of you are free."

"Great." He gives you a genuine smile.

"All right." Aaron speaks up. "We have three bodies and no suspects. Not the best statistics, we should get to it."

Everyone turns to look at him. He gives you an inconspicuous smile before ordering: "JJ, Prentiss, Reid revisit the crime scenes. Consult with our Professor what you should look at more closely. Rossi, Morgan, and I will talk to the families. Report everything you find to Garcia first, we need to come up with a pool of suspects. Lastly, the bodies will be in the lab soon, ready for the autopsy."

Everyone agrees, you observe as Aaron get's his stuff to go interview the next of kin. You're still getting used to him having a beard. It looks really good. He notices your stare and raises an eyebrow; you wave as if you were just looking at him to say goodbye.

"Remember our first case?" You ask Reid who immediately nods. "Take as many detailed photos of the streaks of blood as possible."

"Anything else?" JJ asks.

You quickly take a look at the crime scene photos you already have. Noticing the position of each body in relation to a nearby building, you tell them: "Please find out how high the buildings are." You point at them.

"Why?" Reid furrows his eyebrows.

"Just a hunch." You smile and walk them to the elevator to get down to the lab.

- - - - - - - - -

"They jumped." You declare when the team meets back at the roundtable in the afternoon. "None of the families said something about the victims being suicidal." Morgan chips in.

"I didn't say they jumped willingly." You look at him, annoyed that he interrupted you. He raises his hands: "Sorry, go on."

Rossi chuckles at the exchange.

"The bones of their legs were basically pulverized. That indicates that they were conscious as they fell and out of reflex tried to land on their feet. I calculated the force of impact, using the height of the buildings and the body weight of the victims. Considering the rest of the damage the bodies suffered, they were immobilized as soon as they hit the floor, it is possible, however, that they were still alive."

"Oh god." JJ mumbles.

"The blood pattern supports the theory insofar, as that there is no indication that the bodies moved or were moved after impact."

It's silent for a moment, then Reid asks: "Would it be possible for someone to plan that?"

"Calculating that their still alive after the fall? Possibly. It would take a lot of preparation."

"Thank you." Aaron gives you a very professional nod.

"Sure."

You take a look at the clock.

"If there isn't anything else, I'd like to head home. You can call me if something comes up."

"Okay." Aaron agrees and the others wave you goodbye, thanking you for your medical profile.

Walking past him, you tell Aaron: "I'll get an Agent to drive me home. Come by later?"

"I'll text you as soon as I can leave."

"Great." You get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. For a second, he loses his stern composure and squeezes your hand.

You see that Prentiss desperately wants to comment on the display of intimacy, however, one look by Aaron is enough to stop her.

The Agent that drove you a few times already waits for you outside the Hoover Building. He's nice and you feel kind of bad for having a trained Agent driving you. After all the shit that happened to you, however, it feels necessary.

"How are you doing, Professor?" He greets you.

You give him a bright smile: "Amazing, honestly. Thank you for asking."

In the car, he asks: "Can I ask you something about your work?"

Until now, he barely spoke to you, unless you say something first.

"Which one?"

"At the BAU."

"Okay."

"Is it true that you convinced SSA Hotchner to employ you?"

You chuckle: "That feels so long ago by now. It's still a rumor?"

"Well, no one on my level knows for certain."

It's quite amusing to hear that your employment is considered important enough for Agents to gossip about.

"Yes, it's true." You confirm.

"Wow!" He blurts out.

"Thank you." Your voice is serious, but your lips twitch as you suppress a smile.

"It's just really impressive. Agent Hotchner gave every single one of us hell at the Academy."

"Did he now? Tell me more."

- - - - - - - - -

In sweatpants and one of Aaron's shirts you open the door. It's already dark outside. He texted you that he'll be staying late.

"Hey." He smiles at you. He sounds relieved to see you.

"What's up, Hostile-Hotchner?"

Utterly confused, he stares at you while hanging up his jacket.

Grinning, you announce: "I gathered some intel about your teaching at the academy."

His eyes widen and he clears his voice: "Who did you talk to?"

"I would never sell out my sources."

Aaron narrows how eyes: "Never?"

Playfully, you purse your lips and shake your head: "Never."

"Hm." He drags his eyes over your body. Then, without a warning, he grabs you by the hips and lifts you up. Squealing, you put your legs around him. Grinning mischievously, he carries you up the stairs to the bedroom.

When he goes to throw you onto the bed, you keep your legs locked around him and pull him down with you. With an oof he lands on you. Immediately, you start to litter his face with kisses while whispering: "I heard you were one of the really bad boys at the Academy. Scaring all the students." Dismissively, you click your tongue.

Aaron groans: "Who snitched?"

"So, it's true?" You ask while you open his dress shirt.

Leaning up, he takes it off, throws it to the side, his white shirt right with it. You marvel at his naked chest. While he unceremoniously pulls down your pants, he murmurs: "The way you kept staring at me today…I'm pretty sure you want me to go hard on you as well."

You were aroused since you opened the door for this unbelievably attractive man with a statue that should be illegal. But now…now you're losing it.

Desperately, you nod: "Please."

Smug, Aaron observes your face while getting a condom. Rolling it over his dick, he tilts his head, his eyes darting over your exposed legs and sex. Quickly, you take off your shirt.

"Usually," he says, grabbing your calves to drag you closer once he knelt on the bed, "I would make you beg for it." Your eyes widen, and you spread your legs willingly. "However, you've been so good today. Even the toughest teacher," he lines himself up with your entrance, "will reward that."

Both of you moan in sync when he pushes himself into you. He's so goddamn big. Somehow it surprises you every time. Overwhelmed by the sensation, Aaron falls forward, propping himself up on his elbows left and right of your head.

"I missed you so much." He groans. "How do you feel so perfect around my dick?"

You moan again: "I missed you too."

As soon as he feels you relax a bit, he starts to fuck you. With hard thrusts, he sets a steady pace. You bend your knees to let him deeper into you. Between sloppy kisses, he stops for a moment to ask: "Are your legs okay?"

It makes you smile: "Yeah, I'll tell you if that changes."

"Good." He murmurs, rolling his hips more aggressively than before.

Your head falls back, your nails digging into Aaron's back.

"Please, faster."

He chuckles and kisses the side of your neck: "Such a good girl, saying please."

His words send you into a frenzy, amplified as he fulfills your wish. You writhe underneath him.

Usually, you would fuck in more positions, but right now, all you want is look up at his beautifully contorted face.

Aaron opens his eyes to look at you. When your eyes meet an electric shock jolts trough your body. Your hips rise with force, your hold on his neck tightens.

"I'm gonna cum." You breathe out.

"Do it for me." Aaron tells you with a smoky voice while relentlessly keeping up the thrusts of his hips.

A mixture of groans and moans and swearwords leaves your lips.

Holding onto his body for your dear life, you clench so hard, even Aaron lets out an "Holy Shit."

Feeling your body slowly getting limb, he pulls out of you.

Breathing heavily, you stare at the ceiling, just wallowing in the satisfaction washing over you.

When you look at Aaron, you grab his dick and pull the condom off.

"Come here." You point at your hips. He follows your instructions and sits down on you.

"Now jerk off until you cum for me."

You see his dick twitch in response to your proposal.

Letting your hands wander up and down his chest, you observe his face, the sound of him rapidly stoking his cock, whimpering at the sensation. He lets go for a moment to grab your boobs: "So warm…" He sighs, squeezing them, before returning to his task.

It's a wonderful thing to witness. The giving pleasure, giving it to yourself. Just the way you like it. Having someone else there to assist you with whatever. Right now, all Aaron needs is for you to tell him: "You look so beautiful like this."

"Ah, no way." He dismisses you before speeding up his movements.

Gently scratching his thighs, you tell him: "Now please, cum for me."

Aaron opens his eyes, jaw clenches, precum leaking: "Where?"

"On my tits."

"Oh my-" Is all he is able to utter before exploding onto your chest. He grunts, gently stroking his dick a few more times. "Look how much I came for you."

You smile widely: "Since I'm a professor as well, I'd say you're a good boy, at least for now."

Aaron goes to get a towel, but you stop him. You wet one of your fingers with his cum and push it into your mouth. "You hydrate properly" You declare.

He grins at you and takes a bit of cum as well to try: "It's really a little watery."

Laughing, you get up to finally wipe your chest clean.

Back in bed, Aaron pulls you into his arms.

"I wanted to tell you that we made an arrest, but then you started that Hostile-Hotchner shit."

You kiss him, and say: "So both things I did turned out great, is that what you're saying?"

"You're unbearable, smug, little…"

"Yes?" You put your hand around his neck.

"Thank you. And I love you."