[Criminal Minds] years before love

Hotch didn't start his car until late at night, when the street was quiet, the club lights dimmed, and the staff left in twos and threes.

He didn't know what he was looking at, he really knew very clearly that he would never go in.Even just imagining someone other than Rossi doing those things to him was horrifying to him.

He didn't need to go to work, and he certainly didn't need to worry about waking up early, but he unexpectedly slept far beyond his biological clock.

He fell into an all-too-real dream.

Darkness, of course, he was wrapped in pure darkness, all pain was isolated, he was as fragile as a newborn, but was completely covered by this sticky shell, no need to breathe, no harm.

The person who hadn't appeared in his dream for too long was vaguely sitting beside the bed, gently brushing his hair.

And he didn't want to move at all.

He just looked at the other person's face full of concern, "Alex."

"It's me." The man in the robe patted his forehead, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

Hotch blinked, "I thought you'd been staring at me and planning to take me away at any moment."

Most of Alex's face was covered in shadows, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "This is definitely a false accusation."

Hotch snorted, raised his hand and hooked the corner of his clothes, "This time, don't just disappear without saying anything."

"If I were to disappear, you wouldn't even see me. And I wouldn't even try to take you, because you never wanted to go with me, Aaron." Alex took his hand.

"Don't I want to?" Hotch smiled wryly, "Sometimes I don't even know where I should go, I know...it's different from this world."

Alex shook his head, "Aaron, all I can see is that every time you're pulled back to reality, it's when you're at your most relaxed. Maybe once you really wanted me there, but now, Aaron, you know you want It's not me."

"Stop it." Hotch closed his eyes.

"Aaron, that's not my fault. I don't have any... like or dislike for pain, I don't feel pain at all. And I'm not afraid of church, it can't affect me - if you can't accept yourself, you won't Okay." Alex stroked his forehead pityingly, and after a few seconds, he continued, "I've seen him."

"Don't trouble him!" Hotch, who had been depressed, bounced up almost instantly.

"Calm down." Alex laughed and pushed him onto the bed, "Don't be so nervous, he didn't do anything wrong, why would I bother him."

Hotch froze for a moment, and then all the strength in his body was gone, he fell back on the bed, and looked at Alex quietly.

Alex patted him reassuringly again, "He cares about you very much."

"What did you tell him?"

"Nothing he shouldn't know."

Hotch sighed, "He even suspected that you were my ex-boyfriend, and obviously you didn't tell him as much as he should know."

Alex shrugged indifferently, "You tell him what he should know."

Hotch was stunned for a while, then shook his head, "It's not necessary now."

And Alex lowered his head, pressed a kiss on his forehead, and whispered, "No, Aaron, my dear boy, he loves you more than you think."

Hotch's eyes widened, and he was about to say something more, but Alex had already pulled his hand away from him and jumped out of the window without any hindrance.

And Hotch woke up from the dream, panting heavily.

The window was open, and the cold air poured in unhindered, waking him up instantly.

Hotch knew very well that it was impossible for him to open the window in this kind of weather. He rushed over. There was white snow outside the window, but there was a somewhat indifferent sun. It was about 9 or 10 o'clock in the morning.

Of course he couldn't see Alex, the street was empty.