A/N: Short chapters, but it at least won't be a year between chapters...

This spawned from a conversation between me and SmokeGetsInYourEyes, and... yeah. This happened.

*Knock knock!*

"Come in," Hotch said, looking up from his desk.

A handsome man in a long coat ambled in, flashing a smile as bright as the sun. "Hi. SSA Aaron Hotchner? I'm Captain Jack Harkness, I was sent to assist on the new case? Not very often you get a suspect with inch-long claws."

"That's true," Hotch said, standing to shake Harkness's hand. "Thanks for coming in. We'll need help on this one."

"...Wow. You really do put the 'hot' in 'Hotchner'."

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry," Harkness said with a grin. "Unprofessional, I know. But..c'mon. A body like that, you've gotta work out, right?"

Hotch simply stared, too surprised to even use his full death glare. "Are you... Flirting with me?"

Harkness laughed. "My friends say I never stop flirting. But I don't think I need to tell you that- from what I hear, you're good at reading people."

Hotch blinked a few times, looking over the new agent as his glare crept onto his face. Indeed, Harkness's body language and expression all radiated honest interest, something like he was trying to catch a girl at a bar...

"Stop flirting with me," Hotch said, glare in full force. "It's inappropriate, and I'm straight..."

Harkness grinned even wider. "So is spaghetti... until it gets hot."

"And married," Hotch half-shouted. "Get out of my office!"