Who: Aaron Hotchner and Isabela. What: First date! Of sorts. When: Sunday night. Where: Pub in London. Warnings: Isabela swears a lot.
Hotch had taken both Bela and Garcia's advice and worn his subdued Michael Kors suit with a black tie and perfectly shined shoes. He was early, and nursing a pint at the place they'd both picked out to meet up. He'd gotten everything squared away - he'd replaced the same MI-5 agent (who'd been in Quantico to meet with a BAU liason, the irony of which wasn't lost on him), had the same flat, the same car, the same everything.
But for the moment, he wasn't worried about his new-yet-not life. He was worried about looking like a fool in front of a gorgeous pirate. ... which was not something he'd ever anticipated worrying about in the history of ever.