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"Let me prove myself tonight to you, Jeanette. Let me show you how a real man can make you feel"
                          
	Those words echoed through Jean's mind as she woke up the next morning cuddled into Hotchner's shirtless chest. She had never seen the man look as much at peace as she was seeing now, his chest rising and falling slowly, his dreams replaying the night they had.
                          
	She grabbed his work shirt from the floor and headed to the bathroom to wash up. Jean gazed at herself in the mirror, marveling at the marks that Hotch had left on her last night in a fit of passion.
                          
	Every time she closed her eyes, she was hit with memories of the two of them rolling in the bedsheets till early in the morning. She could practically feel Hotch's calloused hands running up and down her body. His lips leaving beautiful marks on her skin. His moans were music to her ears. His stamina and strength. 
                          
	She was addicted to Aaron Hotchner.
                          
	Jean shook her head to rid herself of the steamy thoughts running through her head and walked back to bed to find Hotch already up, admiring her as she stood at the tip of the bed.
                          
	"Stop looking at me!" Jean laughed out, covering herself in embarrassment. "Jeanette, I've already seen all of you. Let me drink in the sight of you in my shirt after a night of mind-blowing sex, if I do say so myself" he said with a smile. Jean crawled onto the bed and laid her head on his chest, looking up at him. 
                          
"Aaron, you should smile more" she said, sliding in closer to him and reaching to intertwine their fingers. "Jeanette, when you're around, all I can do is smile" he said, flashing her another smile to appease her.
                          
	"Aaron Hotchner, do not go soft on me" Jean giggled. "Jeanette, I think you would agree that last night was anything but soft" he said with a smirk as he rose up to get ready. 
                          
	As Hotch continued to get ready, Jean begrudgingly rose up at out his bed and went to put on what she had come over in, making sure to position her hair so that no one would see any of the hickies Hotch had left.
                          
	She walked into the bathroom and planted a kiss on his cheek. "I have to go get ready and get my stuff from my room, I'll see you at the station later, maybe we can ride together or something" Jean said as she walked out the door.
                          
	Slowly, Jean made her way down to the third floor and once she got in front of her door, she stood there and tried to collect her confidence before she walked in. She had no idea what to expect or what emotions she would go through when forced to see Spencer again.
                          
	She swiped the key card and quietly opened the door, tip-toeing in and trying to feel around for her work clothes in the dark as she couldn't tell if Spencer was asleep in the bed or not. Finally feeling her suitcase, she begins to unopen it but is startled by the swinging open of the front door.
                          
	Standing at the doorway was Spencer with a coffee, already dressed and ready for the day while she was still in her pajamas. Of course. 
                          
	Jean immediately began picking her clothes in a hurry to escape the awkward conversation that she knew was awaiting her.
                          
	"Jeanie, wait up, please don't go" Spencer pleaded with her as she began to furiously walk past him and attempt to leave the room. 
                          
"I'm super busy, I have to go, we still have a case to work so I'll see you down at the station later" Jean said quickly as she sidestepped him and left the room, leaving him confused and wondering when the angry woman who stormed out of their room last night was replaced with a much calmer, albeit nervous one.
                          
	An hour later, the team met in the lobby and began to split up rides and head to the police station to continue working on finding the unsub. With everyone gathered, Hotch began giving out orders for the day.
                          
	"Prentiss, I want you, JJ, and Reid to head to the latest crime scene as we had a body pop up overnight. Morgan and Rossi head to the coroner's to examine the body. Jeanette and I will head to the station and keep working the profile. Also, good work yesterday Morgan figuring out that the Unsub is a local, Garcia will be able to work with that information" he said with a small smile.
                          
	As Jeanette and Hotch walked away to one of the suburbans outside, Morgan shook his head incredulously and laughed. "Please tell me you guys heard that too? I've known Hotch for many years and that man has not once praised me, much less complimented me and smiled at the same time" he said, his voice laced in shock.
                          
The team all laughed and headed their separate ways, not questioning the change in Hotch's mood. 
                          
After a draining day, the team had finally captured the unsub after a chase throughout the casino. It turned out to be a frequenter of the casino who had racked up an enormous amount of money but the casino had taken it all away when they discovered that he had been counting cards. 
                          
The loss of the money made his life fall into despair, his wife left him, he had his car and house taken away from him. With this as his stressor, he went out and took out his anger on the very people he felt wronged him.
                          
The team walked out of the casino and began to walk to their fleet of cars. "Ladies, are we hitting the club tonight?" he said while wiggling his eyebrows at Jean, JJ, and Emily. "Morgan, we haven't even left the crime scene yet" Prentiss said with a laugh. "However, if you're offering to buy us lovely ladies a round of drinks, I could be convinced!" butted in JJ.
                          
They all turned to look at Jean with puppy dog eyes. "Come on, princess. Let loose a bit. Remember, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" he said with a smirk. Jean glanced at Hotch quickly to see whether or not he would be in attendance as well. 
                          
He gave a slight discretionary nod and with that, Jean turned to the group and said, "I'm in. Let's go have a night to remember in Sin City" she shouts out in glee, her and the girls all hugging each other in excitement.
                          
As everyone split their separate ways, Jean began heading to the car she came in with Hotch when she felt a hand on her shoulder. 
                          
"Jeanie, do you forget you work with a team of profilers?" he said as he turned her around so they were facing each other. 
                          
		"What are you even talking about?" Jean whispered, nervously pushing her hair behind her hair and exposing her neck. 
                          
		"Jean, what the actual hell is on your neck?" Spencer uttered, moving in closer to examine it. "Put the pieces together, Boy Genius, I'm sure you'll figure it out" she said back to him. With those words, she spun around on her heel and hopped into the car with Hotch to head back to the hotel to get ready to take on Vegas with her team by her side.