*Trigger warning*
Chapter Ten: Here for a fun time

[Hate that I love you ~Rihana feat. Ne-Yo]

The thing with Anya is that she rarely told anyone how she felt and lately, life was beating her ass, lately oh so lately everything seemed to be beating her down.  But she wasnt about to let anyone in this room know that. The case was the usual some guy murdering young twenty-something women because he wanted to play god which was complete and utter bullshit. They were a week into the case and Anya barely slept anymore not to mention her ex-husband was driving her up the wall, her childhood home was being argued with the board about legal ownership, and the only reason for that being was Matthew Rodriguez.

He forged a lot of documents to get to this point and now she was investigated for possible eviction. Eviction from the house her mom owned. It just didn't make any sense no matter how many times she tried to wrap her head around it and the long nights she stayed up trying to figure out some loophole because there was no way she was staying with her dad and there was also nowhere else for her to go.

She hated herself, and now this god awful case she was working and she had to work with her ex as well, call him along for some documents. And now he was lingering around like she was some child. Like she couldn't take care of herself and it was making her lose her shit. After another hour of bouncing off theories, she was officially losing her shit.

She leaned back against the wall, needing to take a break and there he was lingering again and it was making her skin fucking crawl. She just rolls her eyes looking at him.

"What do you want Matt? Huh?" she throws her hands up in the air letting out an exasperated sigh. "You want to take everything else from me? Do you want my shoes? Huh?'' She begins taking them off and throws them at him. "Here it's not like I needed them anyway."

"I am just worried about you,"

She laughs, almost as if she is some kind of evil villain, unbeknownst to her everyone on the team could hear their entire conversation. "You are the last person I want to speak to Matthew."

"I know you hate me I know–"

"You raped me! And then tried to kill me....Matthew," the tears in her eyes were clouding her judgment and her view and she didn't care how crazy she looked, but she wasn't about to let him take her sanity, not yer not with all this fight she still had in her. "I know it is you who is behind taking my mom's house. The place I had to fight so hard to keep, the only thing that I have left of my mom and you think you can just have it, that you can just swoop in and take it away from me." she gets close to his face. "Well, I guess you're gonna have to kill me for real this time, cause that's the only way your gonna take it,"

"I am doing this to protect you, you can't see that you need me."

Anya laughs again. "I dont fucking need you Matthew, please no woman needs a disgrace of a man like you, you weren't good in bed the first time and not better the second either."

"You don't even believe in yourself." he places a hand arm.

She shoves him back. "Did you just fucking touch me are you joking seriously?" She shoves him harder, kneeing him in the balls,  this time Aaron, and Emily step outside with Morgan hot on their trail.

"I want her arrested for assault"

Anya scoffs, "Are you joking, seriously? I barely touched your bitch ass, if you want to go there at least let me get a good hit in first,"

Matthew stands up, glaring at her. "You're out of control, you need to get your medications adjusted, I am seriously concerned for you." That statement alone sends Anya flying in his direction, Emily has to carry her out of the building while she is screaming. "She's nuts"

Morgan just sends him a warning look and the man gulps shaking his head at Morgan, truth be told Derek Morgan was scared when he was angry and Matthew was going to see a side of him that he wouldn't like. Aaron explains how they don't need Matthew, how he was messing with a federal investigation,  after five minutes Anya was calm enough to go back inside, and they had managed to find a lead on the next victim and the unsub, only it was too late they had arrived late and Anya was so mad. She sat quietly the entire jet ride back and Spencer was talking to her at her desk. He could sense she was stressed, that she was so unbelievably tired. She was slamming things around, her hands were trembling with anger.

"Anya, maybe you should take a minute and breathe."

Anya laughs, her eyes filled with unshed tears. "No, no no no no, you can't pause because in real life the trauma and loss don't just stop!" it was the day she was regretting, she was spiraling and it was thanks to the fact that her house was going under all while it was her mom's birthday. She was spiraling, and now everyone was watching her. "Life doesn't work that way, and you could do every single thing right," she slams her hands down on the desk. "And still people die." she laughs while tears roll down her face. "You know what the worst part is, I blame myself for it, every day, I am just as bad as any of the unsubs we take down, I am a monster, and No amount of bullets or pain killers, or knives or cigarette burns, can put this monster down." she points to herself." I killed her and there's nothing I can do, no amount of good deeds I can do will make me a better human being. "She just stands there feeling herself coming unhinged and sobs as Aaron takes her into his office to talk. He shuts the door as she just sits there sobbing uncontrollably.

"I never knew all those things were happening, she didn't tell me." Garcia was crying to Derek who was consoling her.

"She didn't tell us either,"

Garcia blows her nose with a tissue, "Why?"

"Maybe she thought we wouldn't think she could handle the job. Honestly, I don't know." Emily replies they were all stunned, all worried, and JJ was in full mama bear mode.

"You think she will talk to us."

Derek sighs, "Hopefully, she can't leave it all bottled up."

After a few more minutes Aaron just watches her intently from his desk, he studies her trying to figure out what she needed, what all she had been through, just wanting to help her any way he could.

"I'm sorry." she shakes her head, "I am so sorry." She was apologizing for crying. This meant someone in her life had told her it was bad to do that at one point and it utterly crushed him, down to his core.

"There is no need for you to apologize."

Anya shakes her head. "There is...I was awful to Reid and you guys today and it wasn't okay and I am sorry."

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Anya just sighs, "Unless you know anything about forging documents to the houses, then no, I am one percent sure, my life is shit right now and I am going to be homeless for a week." she laughs a bit, "all because my ex won't take no for answer," she shakes her head, just as Aaron hikes his pants up and takes a seat next to her. "I have a nephew, he is fifteen, my dad is supposed to be his guardian but he gets high every day. So I secretly take care of Wyatt so my dad doesnt know. Or he might murder me." she shakes her head, "How am I supposed to take care of Wyatt when I don't even have a roof over my head?"

"What is happening to your house?"

Anya sighs. " My mom owns it but the ownership deeds got misplaced, due to a small fire in their office, so until they get the originals from their other offices, all the houses that are affected have to vacate for an entire week. I know Matthew is behind this I can feel it I just-"

"Can't prove it."

She shakes her head, "Yeah and I'm scared of him. I may act like I'm not but he scares me." Anya talks with Aaron for a little while longer. "God I am such an uglier crier.'' She takes the tissue from the box that Aaron has outstretched in front of her. "I should go out there and apologize to everyone else. He nods before she straightens up and heads out.

The next morning Anya gets a delivery at her door, she lets the driver in and he hands her a beautiful bouquet of roses, she takes them thanking the driver, before closing the door, she quickly empties a tall glass and places the flowers in them lifting the note. "You're always Beautiful" there was a heart with an arrow in it, she smiles trying to figure out who could have possibly sent her flowers. She just smells them humming at the scent before heading into work, she goes to her desk putting her things away as she opens the drawer seeing the note from Aaron from the last time, she notices the heart in the upper left-hand corner and pieces everything together.

She then realizes just how awful she had been to him after he nursed her back to health and cleaned her entire apartment. She then grabs her keys and heads out to the store quickly, she comes back running up the stairs to Hotch's office as he is filing some  paperwork, and she places a cute small basket full of fresh strawberries down in front of him. He says nothing and she pushes the basket a bit more

"I'm trying to say thank you," she says hands behind her back,

"No need."

"You helped me, okay? And I owe you a favor. What can I do for you?" She follows him over his filing cabinet. "I will clean your apartment." he laughs. "I will bake you a cake." he closes the drawer. "I will– I will go with you to your brother's wedding and I will be your designated driver. You can get shit-face drunk and  I will clean up your vomit."

He puts on his jacket, about to leave out of his office. "How do you know about that?"

They begin walking out of his office and he pulls his jacket on.

"Because I overheard you in my kitchen and I know you need a plus one." They began walking down the hall. As he pulls his jacket onto his shoulders. "Are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you, I'm just busy." They stand in the hallway outside of the bullpen. "My god, Anynikia, can I please get a moment alone?"

She knew he was upset by him using her full government name. "No. not until you say we're even?"

"What do you mean "even?" She looks both ways before pushing him inside of the room behind him and closing the door, she pushes him up against a storage shelf and stands a few feet away from him he sighs,  "This is cozy."

"Just say that I can take you to the wedding."

He shakes his head. "Is that what you want?"

"No, what I want is to stop fighting. I want just a tiny sliver of peace in my daily life."

He laughs. "And to die very slowly of boredom."

"Oh no, I won't be bored, I'll have this fantastic new job title to keep me busy."

He sighs. "This isn't happening." When he goes to leave she pushes him back against the shelf with both hands on his chest. They stare at each other as she sighs, her breathing hitched, their bodies closer than before.

"Put your hands on me."

he just stares at her with lustful eyes. "You can put them on yourself." she moves her hands from his chest and places Aaron's hand on her ass, he squeezes it, their lips were so close to touching.

"Kiss me."

Aaron pulls his head back. "Do me a favor?"

"What?"

"Go to dinner with Fred and Kiss him." Anya takes a step back.

"What? Why?" Fred was a guy that she was seeing. It had been a whole few months. It was kind of important but she wasn't taking it too seriously. , he worked on the third floor as a tech guy for the sex crimes division.

"If it's better than our elevator kiss, then fine. But if it's not-"

Anya shakes her head. "What's with you?"

"I--I don't wanna be some experiment before you settle down with Mr. Right. And I'm not gonna put my hands on you again unless you tell me that nobody kisses you like I do." he brushes a few hairs out of her face before leaving the closet, and she turns to look back at the door sighing.

That night she does go on a date with Fred, They were dining at a fancy restaurant. 

"Wow, this view is-- it's incredible!" they were overlooking the city, the lights of the buildings were lit and it twinkled beautifully. "This is very romantic."

"Well, not just romantic....historical. Did you know that in the American Revolution, the British used to keep prisoners of war on a boat in the East River? And like 12,000 of them died. And they didn't know what to do with the bodies, so they just dumped them overboard. I mean picture that in your mind." 

Anya sets her glass down. "Oh I am." she nods. "So anyways How's work going?"

"Yeah, it's going alright. Honestly, it's like the coolest job ever," he sings the last part as Anya nods.

"Hey, have you ever thought about kissing me?"

"Only every day, since you spilled coffee on my lap in my first staff meeting."  Anya smiles before grabbing his collar and leaving over the table she kisses him intensely she pulls back squinting before trying again."Wow, wow,"

Anya sits back in her chair wiping at her lipstick, making sure it wasn't smudged. The night goes on and they go their separate ways, she finds herself standing in front of Aaron's house, her purse hanging off her arm. She bounces back and forth on her heels, trying to compose a text before sticking her phone into her pocket, she groans looking down at her feet, she hates that he was right.

"Do you think he's home?" She turns to glare at the voice seeing Aaron, his hair all wet, he had a single curl hanging down his face, a duffle bag clutched in his hand. "What, are you stalking me, Tinkerbell?"

"Yeah, Just went through your garbage."

He quirks a brow, "Really find anything interesting?"

"You know, the usual stuff: food scraps, stiff kleenex, adult diapers." He laughs, "You should always laugh."

"You should always be funny. How was your date? Did he roll the last meatball over to you with his nose?" she rolls her eyes. "Did you kiss him?"

"Yeah."

"And?"

She sighs. "And..I...am not going to date him anymore."

"Because?"

She lets out another sigh, the heat between her legs growing, she was never one to beg and yet it felt like she was, "Because nobody kisses me like you do." he lifts her in the air, her ass settling on his hands... Her hands were in his hair.

They kiss their lips toying with each other, her lips sting which causes her to moan,

"Oh my god,"

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "What?"

"That sound you just made."

She just smiles, kissing him again. "Hey, are you gonna invite me inside? I mean it's only fair I showed you mine." he chuckles before placing her down on her feet and guiding her inside his loft. He flicks the light on and she lets go of his arm,

"Wow, I like it." She walks further into the house. "I half expected you to live underground," she places her purse on the couch taking off her scarf and then her coat, "near the Earth's core." she walks around the living room running a finger over everything while he occupies himself by admiring her from the kitchen, there were pictures on the shelf of he and a blonde woman, she assumed was his late wife Hailey, then there were tons of photos of Jack and she smiles at them, loving how much he loved his kid. "Where's Jack?"

"Having a sleepover with his friend Connor."

Anya nods, going back to her snooping. "I kinda thought once you got me up here you were gonna ravish me."

"I'm making you tea instead."

Anya looks over his bookshelf. "How about something stronger?" she walks over to his shelf picking up a car "I like your matchbox car collection. It's like you were an actual child once." She looks over his books, pulls out a giant blue anatomy book, and opens it to a random page. "Oh, you like to read about dicks."

"Well, knowledge is power." She closes the book. "No, actually I went to medical school for a year." he hands her a glass of scotch and she sets the book on top of the others.

"Oh my god, that's why Strauss and Rossi call you "Dr. Aaron."

He smirks. "To remind me of my failure to love up to my potential." He clinks their glasses together, taking a sip of his scotch while Anya just chugs hers down with ease. She places the glass on the shelf behind her.

"You know....if you were a doctor, all of your lady patients would have astronomical heart  rates." she pulls him closer to her and he places his glass down next to hers. She places both her hands on his chest, as he towers over her.

"Mm. Well let's test that theory huh?" she nods eagerly. "Imagine I'm sliding a stethoscope inside your shirt." he runs his fingers across her chest.

"Ooh. giving me a new kink."

He nods, smirking down at her. "Pounding heart, a raging case of horny." he runs his hands up and down her arms. "I--I think your condition may be serious."

"Will I die?"

He gives her a playful yet serious look. "A few days in bed should cure it."

She gasps. "Oh, my gosh, I wanna see your bedroom." he points to the corner and she walks down around it, her heels clicking against the wood floor. She enters the room seeing the light brown colored walls, the color was so inviting almost like it was hazel or chestnut. "Oh, I love the color."

"It's Benjamin Moore, Hazelnut Mousse,"

She nods. "Very specific." he chuckles as she kicks off her heels and lays back on his bed, she climbs up laying on her side, and pulls her dress down a bit, taking note of his lingering eyes. Before patting the empty spot next to her he laughs and walks over mimicking her position. They both nod at the same time and then burst into a fit of laughter.

"The copycat game. Classic."

Anya smiles, fixing her hair. "Truth or dare."

.

"Truth."

She groans playfully. "Aw, I was kinda hoping you'd say dare."

"I'm sorry to disappoint."

She looks down, grabbing his free hand. "Why did you quit med school?"

"After two semesters, my dad thought it'd be a good idea for me to spend a day in the coroner's wing."

"Mm." Anya hums listening intently her hazel eyes twinkling back at him,

"Five minutes in...I puked inside a dead guy's stomach."

She closes her eyes for a second. "Oh, my god, I would still be having nightmares." They both laugh. "Okay, so what's this muscle called?" she runs a finger over his arm.

"Brachioradialis."

She moves her hand squeezing his upper arm. "And this?"

"Anterior deltoid."

She runs a finger down his bicep. "What about this one?" her voice was a whisper.

"Biceps."

"Oh yeah I knew that."  she whispers again, "Oh what about this one?" she grabs at his lower region and he gasps.

"Oh!" he laughs a bit as she straddles him. He sits up so now she is straddling his lap, their faces oddly close.

"Hi."

"Hi," he whispers back. She plants another kiss on his lips. "You taste like candy," he whispers. She pushes him back down onto the bed rubbing her hands over his clothed chest. He laughs.

"Oh, my god, please remind me to write a thank you note to your trainer." He laughs.

"I do spend a lot  of time in the gym. Being forced to look at you for eight hours a day leaves me with a lot of excess energy. I have to work off." he runs his hands up and down the curve of her waist.

She lays down on top of him. "Well, I....can help you burn some calories."

"-Oh really?"

She nods. "-Mm-hmm."

"How would you do that?"

"Well, I'm thinking we should play a very special game." he places both hands around her. "It's called "Who can make the other Cum first?" She plants a kiss on his lips as he laughs. "Seriously Aaron. I just think we should have sex and get it out of our system."

"Right."

" and then we can go back to normal without all of this... crazy sexual tension." she was practically humping him. Her body was craving this.

He sighs. "All right, Tinkerbell. I think it's getting late." he removes her from him. Stands up and leaves.

"What?"

She follows him out of the room. "But I just offered you sex, very enthusiastic sex."

"And I appreciate it maybe some other time." he begins pulling on a jacket.

"Maybe some other time?" she furrows her brows. "That's what you say when you turn down a muffin. Not sex." she begins pulling on her shoes. "Is this about the job?"

"Yeah, it probably is unwise to sleep with your boss."

Anya scoffs angrily. "Right, get me to beg for sex, and then kick me out of your apartment. Nice move, Hotchner."

"-You were begging?"

"That's not funny." she squints. "Are you toying with me?"

"I think you are the  one playing games here, Anni,"

She reaches for her coat. "All right, well whatever this is, I don't wanna do it anymore." she storms out heading home. Deciding she hated the thought of Aaron Hotchner and her sleeping together after all. Her nights were spent tossing and turning, she hadn't left her apartment, because the suit was suspiciously dropped, meaning she and everyone in her weird loft-like building could stay. She had her place with her backyard, but it was in a building with other people, who also had their backyards, of them. Were downstairs and some were up she had one couple above her and one below and to the left of her, they were not loud by any means and even made a mutual agreement to ignore each other unless they were in passing. It was a beautiful place and it was the exact place she grew up in. minus a few tally marks on the wall from when she and her sister were measuring their heights. Nonetheless, she wasn't getting any sleep so she decided to take all that pent-up frustration and channel it into a very colorful drawing of her boss. Even with Anya throwing herself at him she felt stupid and embarrassed and like always she felt unwanted, like the ugly duckling. If only she knew that it wasnt the case with him at all.