Yes Sir [Hotch X Reader]

Chapter 9

"Hot damn!"

"Shut up, Morgan" you give a playful smile only to be met with prodding eyes.

"I'm starving," Hotch says, clearing his throat "is dinner almost ready?"

"It is. Rossi's been hunched over the stove ever since he got home." Emily puts her hand on your shoulder, leading you inside. As expected, Rossi is at his stove over a pot of noodles and red sauce.

He greets you with a warm welcome and the team gathers around the island. He hands everyone a glass and pulls out a bottle of red wine.

"Aged Lambrusco" Reid points out, picking up the glass and surveying the bottle "rather fancy."

"Well, I pulled out all the stops" Rossi responds, pouring a generous amount in every glass.

"To y/n, and her ability to avoid being shot" he jokes and raises his glass, and you can't help but smile as you watch everyone do the same.

There's clinking of glasses before you all down your drinks. You watch out of the corner of your eye as Hotch takes a small sip of his.

"What, not a fan of wine?" Rossi beats you to the question.

"I'm more of a scotch guy" he replies, looking down at his glass and swirling the liquid around.

"Well, you made me a promise" you remind him "Rossi, your finest scotch if you please."

"On the double, signora" he takes a dramatic bow before turning to his comically sized liquor cabinet. He pulls out a large bottle of scotch and the proper cup, pouring in a generous amount.

"Remember y/n, you can get him drunk, but don't take advantage of him" you hear Derek laugh, already taking another drink of wine.

"You're hilarious, Morgan" Hotch rolls his eyes, earning a collection of laughs. He tipped his head back, downing the drink quickly.

You knew for a fact he didn't drink much. When you went out to bars as a group he generally assumed a protective role, drinking a bit but being aware enough to prevent any unforeseen danger. But when you were at Rossi's house, that's when he could let loose. That's part of the reason you chose it.

You all continue to laugh and chat on the island, talking out your lives and the case. Rossi occasionally calls out tips on how to make what he called the "perfect pasta", and quizzes you religiously with each step.

"Dinner's ready!" Rossi announces proudly, standing over his creation and stirring it continuously  "let's move this to the porch!"

To his credit, Rossi is a great host and keeps everyone's glasses full. You've gone to several bars and had experience with drinking, but in the end, you realize getting drunk usually isn't worth the horrible headaches you always ended up with. You assign yourself the designated driver along with JJ and Spencer, as they didn't drink much either. Hotch was normally the other driver, but he was already on his third glass and apparently enjoying himself.

Rossi serves dinner proudly, putting a large amount of noodles and sauce on everyone's plate. Penelope and Emily are well into a bottle of wine, Derek had several shots and was a giggling mess, and Hotch was being well stocked with all the scotch he could ever drink.

The talking and laughing continue well into the night. Rossi turns on ambient music and lights the candles on the table as you watch the sun begin to go down. The night air cools your skin and you watch fondly as the sky turns a warm peach color before fading to blue. The only light you see is the soft haze from the candles and the floating lights above you, illumination coming from inside the home.