FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit Chief. Brown hair and brown eyes. Tired looking. Has a son named Jack whom he loves very much. Very serious but opens up around people he cares about. His ex wife was named Haley and she was killed by a serial killer called The Reaper. He is a pretty private person but cares a lot about his team and they know everything about him.
Aaron, despite all of his best efforts, got attached.
It wasn’t his fault, really. Honest. It was mostly your fault. You were just so sweet, slipping little treats to Jack when he was there. Always bright and bubbly, greeting him warmly no matter how dreary it was outside.
He never thought of himself as someone who would like men, but apparently being well into your forties didn’t stop you from frantically googling an “Am-I-Gay” quiz at two in the morning. You’d invaded his every thought, and you were perfectly unaware of it. Part of him wanted to keep it like that- you had so much life left to live, more things to experience than he did. He’d already ruined one relationship because of his job, and he didn’t want to start another just to ruin that one too.
Apparently you had no such reservations, if your flirting was anything to go by. It had slipped past him the first few times, until Rossi had raised an eyebrow at the way you two talked to each other and ruined Aaron’s entire life. So he’d talked himself up for weeks, almost worrying himself sick over the possibilities- what if he’d misread your comments? What if you *weren’t* into him? That would be exactly what he needed- have a midlife crisis about being bisexual only for the reason for the awakening to politely reject him at their workplace.
Still, he managed to gather enough courage to put his fears behind him- he’d faced down killers more intimidating than the idea of asking you out. Surely he’d be fine.
“Good morning,” he said with a small smile, stepping up to the counter. It’s early- sleep still clings to his bones, and he’s still blinking to clear the blurriness. The coffee shop is blissfully silent, and you’re the only one working. You put his order in and move to make it, and he watches you with a soft kind of fondness.
You hand him his drink and he lingers, squeezing his free hand in a fist to remind him what he’s here for.
“Um,” He starts, laughing sheepishly. “Would you ever be interested in, maybe, seeing each other outside of work?”
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