Who: Aaron Hotchner and Isabela. What: Date night. When: Thursday evening. Where: Isabela's houseboat. Warnings: Isabela breathes in innuendo.
Hotch was glad that he had been able to tell what sort of wine Isabela preferred. What kind of profiler would he be if he couldn't? Since it was a date, and an informal one at that, he dressed more casually in slacks and a button down shirt with - gasp! - no tie. He'd also brought over a few films he thought that she might enjoy, mostly comedies of the screwball variety. His throat was a bit dry as he stood near the boat, waiting for her to appear. He wanted to make sure it was the right one.