Sorry this took a freaking half a year to finish! I hope you like it! (Or are...you know...still hanging around this fandom. SO SORRY.)

Summary: When the excitement is over, all that remains is to regroup. Hotch won't get into an SUV so Rossi follows him to the wreckage of Derek's ambulance. Things just keep getting weirder for Rossi after that.

Words: 7.1k

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Warnings: explosions & injuries (if you've seen lo-fi/mayhem you know)

Notes: YEAH. Another Mayhem fic. Just a whole lot of Hotch being exceptionally Hotch-like. Frustrating and totally mad but we love him right? I am posting the whole fic here (and on ao3) because it's a one shot for once!

“I’ll give you a ride back to the hotel,” Rossi said, stopping Hotch in his tracks. He’d been hoping to make his exit in silence, while everyone was occupied, but Rossi was watching him. A little too closely.

“That’s alright,” Hotch replied coolly, his eyes trained on a spot on the floor. A fleck of mica in the linoleum held his attention longer than it should have, a dead giveaway that his marbles were suitably scrambled. They might not have evaluated for a concussion but he definitely had one and there was no denying it.

“I insist. They don’t need our help here and you look like you could use a nice hot shower. Come on.”

I found this from ages ago in my inbox and had some fun with it, thank you! Pairing: Hotch and Morgan, potentially leading to Hotch/Morgan. Mention of sundown towns and racism, but otherwise pretty fluffy.

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"They're short on rooms," Aaron announced, walking away from the counter with a handful of room keys and a sour expression.

He was very careful not to look at Derek, which--along with the fact that they were in Martinsville--made Derek think that perhaps the hotel clerk had said something to Aaron that he wasn't going to repeat.

His assumptions were confirmed a moment later when Aaron handed out the room assignments: "JJ, you're with Prentiss, 204. Dave, Reid, 211. Morgan, you're with me, 115."

The BAU didn't room together on cases, not since Aaron had become SAC and done some sort of bureaucratic magic and gotten their travel stipends increased. Not unless there weren't any rooms. Even then, though, Aaron roomed with Dave and Derek took Spencer and his strangely fastidious mess and endless supply of intellectual superiority.

Though, he mused, Spencer was still better than Dave. Dave's intellectual superiority came without any of Spencer's endearing youth.

"What did he say?" Derek wondered, picking up his bag and hurrying after Aaron down the hall. He could feel the clerk's eyes on the back of his neck, but he knew better than to turn around. It wasn't 1968, but he knew all about Martinsville, and he didn't need to jeopardize the case.

"Nothing," Aaron growled, and somehow increased his pace without breaking into a jog.

Derek opened his mouth to ask again, but then Aaron opened the door to the room and Derek realized he should have stood closer to the check-in counter, because this was one conversation he was sorry to have missed.

Hi! Thank you so much! It always makes me happy to know that people are enjoying what I do! ಥ‿ಥ

Absolutely! The arms, the vest, and that itty bitty waist, him in that episode is just *chef's kiss*

I'm not entirely satisfied with the result but I did what I could :') hope you like it!

Hi friend <3

I am so sorry this has been in my requests for so long, I hope you enjoy this and it was worth the wait!

Note: as I always way, I am always more than happy to receive your requests, but it can take me a while to get round to them around my other fics &lt;3

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Burning Up

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: Mentions of sickness etc, not nothing in any detail

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut