Criminal Minds One Shots

The Boss' T-Shirt (Hotch x Reader)

You were standing near the stove, cooking breakfast early one morning. Hotch's shirt was a good few sizes too big for you, and it dangled halfway down your bare thighs. Aaron walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, running a hand through his ruffled hair. He smirked and hugged you from behind, then kissed your neck.

"Morning, (Y/N)." He said sleepily.

"Morning," you grinned.

"You know, I'm gonna need my shirt back eventually." Aaron chuckled.

"I know," you sighed, not particularly anxious to give up the comfy shirt. "you want a pancake?" You asked.

"I could never turn down your cooking." He smirked as he took a seat at the bar. You nodded and scooped a pancake onto the plate, then slid the plate towards your boss.

Hotch was about to take a bite when suddenly, a loud crash came from the hallway. Aaron jumped out of his chair and rushed to grab his gun.

Before you knew it, your entire team was in your living room, pointing guns at you and Hotch.

"What the hell!?" You shouted, tugging the shirt down and blushing intensely.

"You guys weren't answering your phones..." Morgan said as he looked at his shirtless boss and you, confused.

"You two are, uh, seeing each other?" Prentiss asked as she unsuccessfully tried to hide a smirk. JJ just laughed and shook her head.

"We didn't answer our phones," Hotch grumbled and put his gun back in the drawer. "because it's our day off." His tone sounded annoyed.

"Well, we got a case. So you two, whenever you find some clothes, should meet us on the jet. We'll brief you while we're in the air." Rossi chuckled and headed out, the team following closely behind.