[Criminal Minds] years before love

After returning to Quantico after a long and exhausting journey, it was about one o'clock in the middle of the night, and Rossi hesitated.

Although Hotch had the keys to his house, they had always been aware of his purpose, and Rossi knew that Hotch would not come if he was not there.

Hotch, of course, had given him the keys to his own home, but Rossi hadn't been too interested in a bachelor pad that he knew wouldn't be comfortable, and hadn't been there at all.And Hotch often works overtime, and Rossi doesn't know if Gideon will pull people out of the field.In other words, he wasn't at all sure where Hotch was.

But he really wanted to see Hotch very much, even though this time was not suitable for visiting at all, he still went downstairs to Hotch's house.

As expected, the lights were turned off in Hotch's house. Rossi hesitated for a moment, but took out the key and went upstairs.

Hotch wasn't home.

Rossi looked at the furnishings in the room. Except that it was far cleaner than he thought, everything in this room was not much different from what he had imagined. It was extremely simple and practical, and there was no comfort at all. Thick books and materials.

Rossi sighed and pushed open the bedroom door.

Hotch's accolades, large and small, fill a closet. Rossi could see the pictures prominently placed inside, the man who didn't seem to resemble Hotch, the smiling woman snuggled in the man's arms, the baby in her arms, and standing beside them, probably staring at the camera, pursing their lips , Hotch is still a teenager.

And the very familiar tie next to the photo.

Rossi remembers giving it to him, and after Hotch applied to law school, he remembers using it as a prop for something. Rossi thinks that he is quite generous and willing to enjoy all kinds of things, but because Hotch is not very willing to accept, he doesn't really give much.

But Hotch keeps it here, and what he wants to commemorate is obviously not its significance as a prop.

Rossi reached out and just touched something inside when he suddenly heard a sound behind him.Almost as a reflex, he immediately drew his gun and turned around.

Hotch leaned against the bedroom door, "I was pointed at by an intruder in my own home, should I call the police?"

Rossi felt that this tone should be regarded as joyful, and he put down the gun with a smile, "I remember when the owner of the house gave me the key, it meant that I was welcome at any time, so maybe it can't be regarded as an intruder?"

Hotch shrugged noncommittally, and turned to pour two glasses of wine.

Rossi continued to study the ties in the closet while accepting the glass from Hotch.

"Back then, you were probably the only one besides me who was happy about it." Hotch's eyes fixed on the things in his hands.

"It turns out that your choice was correct."

Hotch was silent for a while, then changed the subject abruptly, "There was a charity dinner, and the bureau was understaffed, so I was temporarily called to be a bodyguard for one night."

Rossi swirled the wine in the glass, but didn't drink it. Instead, he put both glasses aside, turned around and put his arms around Hotch's neck, and leaned over to kiss his lips.

Hotch took him a few steps back and sat on the bed. He had actually drunk some alcohol, although he wasn't drunk, he was a little dull.

Rossi let go of his mouth and started to go down, and was pulled up by Hotch before getting to the point.

"Dave, something is wrong with you, there is a problem with the case?"

Rossi was almost dumbfounded, "Jason was still worried that I would influence his case through you, why now you're asking about my case—what's wrong with me?"

"Dave, this is your first time at my house." Hotch shook his head and said unhurriedly, "And you're unnaturally gentle. I'm concerned about you, not the case."

Rossi seemed to want to argue a few words, but looked into his eyes and sighed helplessly, "Aaron, I just heard a serial killer express his admiration and fantasies for you a few hours ago, maybe I need to confirm my Not a pervert”

"I thought we had an agreement on how we fucked." Hotch frowned. "But what does that mean?"

"Remember a guy named Max K. Redmond?" Rossi sat down next to him, stopping for a moment.

"A serial killer. My previous case. I remember he was sentenced to at least 200 years. There was no doubt in that case. What's the problem?" Hotch thought for a while and nodded.

"He was released on bail for various reasons."

Hotch stood up abruptly, "Are you kidding? Why didn't you notify me?"

"Calm down, Aaron." Rossi pulled him back. "I already threw him back in jail."

"He committed crimes again?" Hotch frowned tightly. "Redmond's appearance is very deceptive, but his methods are very cruel. He always tortures people to death. He is very dangerous."

"Well, it probably wouldn't be so easy to catch if he wasn't delusional about you." Rossi agreed, stroking his hand, "but hearing those fantasies about you, looking at the pictures he drew, some of us Even did it, and still feel like I…”

"That's enough, get caught and go back. I don't want to know what he fantasizes about me." Hotch cut him off. "Dave, you're not a psycho, we both know it's safe."

"Actually, I'm not really sure that's safe enough." Rossi shook his head. "You keep yelling stop."

"Because I know I can take it, and you'll stop." Hotch took his hand and rubbed it against his crotch, leaning over to kiss him, "Dave, it's going to be affected by this, unlike you. "

"Aaron, those details are too real, I can easily imagine the picture." Rossi closed his eyes and exchanged breath with him, increased strength in his hands to harden the things in his hands again, he shook his head and sighed, "I always knew I Too close to them."

"Dave, you said it's our choice to be who we are."

Saying that he pulled Rossi down on the bed and kissed him hard, "And I believe in you."