The morning was cold, but sunny, a haze of clouds hanging over the building as Aaron Hotchner stood before the Ambassador's... house.

If he was sure of one thing in his life, it was that this was not a house. If anything, it was a mansion. A freaking white and gold-trimmed mansion with a mile-high white fountain that sat in front of it as if simultaneously welcoming you and bragging about how much money they had.

With a sigh, he glanced down at his papers. He was doing security for the Ambassador and he figured that she wouldn't be happy to find him standing there gawking at her house. Aaron made his way forward, cautiously knocking on the door of the house, only to be greeted by a girl, no older than 21 or 22, whipping the door open and immediately freezing in place.

For a moment, neither moved. The girl stared at him and he stared at her. She was beautiful. Gorgeous. Aaron had never really had a thing for brunettes, but this particular one was making it difficult for him to remember that he was married. This probably would have gone on for hours, days even, if she hadn't broken the silence.

"So you're either a terrible salesman or my mom's new security guard."

Aaron bristled at what she said.

"I'm not a security guard," He retorted, lamely. She rolled her eyes at his response, and turned around, motioning for him to follow her.

"I'm Emily Prentiss. You're doing the clearance for my mother, I assume."

"Yes, I am." Aaron replied as Emily led him down the hallway toward her mother's study. It was long and windy, leading him to ponder the idea that she was actually just trying to get him lost. Instead, she stopped in front of a door and gave it an annoyed glare.

"Here, this is her office," She winced slightly and added a "But don't barge in. She'll kill you for that."

Aaron nodded his thanks and was about to knock on the door when Emily frowned and spoke.

"You never told me your name."

He paused a moment, but relented. It wasn't as if he'd ever see her again.

"Hotchner. Aaron Hotchner."

She placed her hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow.

"No... too long. I'm gonna call you Hotch."

He let out a snort but dipped his head in agreement to the nickname. As if it'd ever catch on.

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Rossi studied Aaron thoughtfully as he spoke to his new subordinate. Derek Morgan, he was called. The BAU was getting better, what with the oldest member leaving and them now taking on this Morgan guy, as well as Jason Gideon. If he trusted what he heard, they also had their eyes on some new kid. Reid or something. Apparently he was a certified genius.

Rossi sighed as he made his way over towards the new guy. He was leaving pretty soon. It had been too many years. Too many cases. All he wanted to do now was hunt animals, not unsubs and use his analyzing skills to determine the best women to talk to when he went out.

As he came up to Aaron to introduce himself to Morgan, he noticed his friend shake the newest team member's hand and introduce himself as 'Hotch'. He frowned. Where had that name come from? He had never heard Hayley call him that. Shrugging it off, he figured it was just easier to say than Hotchner.

It's not as if it meant anything.

So that's it! Hope you guys like it, even though it's a bit short. I figured that if the two of them had a really long history then this would end up super AU and I want it to follow the storyline pretty closely. Sorry if I got some things wrong, I have no idea when Gideon joined the BAU because I haven't watched the first few seasons in a long time. Anyway, enjoy!