stops and starts (1 of 2)
Summary: Pre-BAU, Hotch & Morgan are roommates at the TRP (SWAT training)...
Notes: I am creating all of the rules in this universe so please don't come at me with "that's not now this works" because it is exactly how it works here. Because I say so. If the CM writers can bend time and space for their canon/backstories, so can I. Reality has no bearing here. This story is part 1 of 2 but fits into a whole SWAT AU I'm working up, so I'll create a landing page for all of the one-shots that live in this universe.
Pairing: Hotch/Haley & Hotch/Morgan
Words: 2.3k
Warnings: consensual "cheating", food & alcohol
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“I'm rooming with Mister Rogers...” Derek muttered to himself, poking around in the perfectly manicured framed photos stacked neatly inside of a box on Hotch's bed. He knew he shouldn't be so damn nosy but they were about to spend 19 weeks crammed into this tiny bedroom together and he wanted to know what he was up against. He fancied himself a people person, he could get along with just about anyone really, but 19 weeks is a long time...
Besides, the box was already open. That made it okay right?
Derek had already moved in the day before. His small number of personal effects were on display, his books were stacked on his desk, clothes in the tiny dresser and his toiletries neatly stashed in bins under the bed. It was always preferable to get in first, pick the bed you wanted, get to know the lay of the land. They were right at the end of the hall near the stairwell, and Derek made sure his bed was nearest the door so he could get in and out without disturbing his roomie...just in case. He didn't plan to have his nose in the books for the entire time, that was for damn sure.
