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Teenage dream.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Genius, Fem! Oc(they are not a couple, I wrote this more thinking about them as soulmates, but you can interpret that they are in love), BAU Team x Oc.

Warnings: talks about bloody cases that include rape and abuse. In one part, the reader is kidnapped, but before anything bad happens her team arrives. The only thing the kidnapper does is undo the bottoms of her shirt. There is though violence before that. Nightmares (mentions of them).

Summary: At the age of 20, Aurora Leids was already working at the BAU as part of one of the most important teams there were. However, due to her age, the agents that worked with her (that ended up becoming her family) were really protective of her, aware of how young she was. Here a five situations in which they showed this.

Tags: angst, kidnapping, abuse (explained in the warnings), violence, bloody cases, comfort, fluff, protective team.

Notes: English is not my first language, I’m sorry if there are any mistakes, I tried my best. The team in this fic is formed by Hotch, Reid, Emily, Rossi, JJ, Morgan and Penelope. Rossi and Penelope don’t really appear much, sorry about that. And I’m sorry if there are scenes that end too quickly, it took a lot of energy to write something so long.

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Aurora Leids was a genius. As simple as that.

And of course, she realized that her brain worked a little different from the rest when her classmates were learning to multiply numbers and she was, by then, capable of solving a few of the most difficult algebra problems there were out there. It was not just that; at the mere age of eight, the kid had learnt how to speak three languages; Spanish, English and Italian.

Her parents noticed as well and thank God, didn’t doubt it before sending her to a special school for genius kids. There, she graduated at a very young age and went directly to study criminal justice and political science. She knew what she wanted to do since years; becoming an FBI agent was one of her most valuable goals.

Obviously, she managed to accomplish it. At the age of 20, she was already working at the BAU as part of one of the most important teams there were. However, due to her age, the agents that worked with her (that ended up becoming her family) were really protective of her, aware of how young she was.

Here a few situations in which they showed this.

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So, here is a fact; Mandarin was one of the hardest languages to learn. To not say the hardest. There were many things that made this 100% true; the number of characters that it had, as well as the tones, between other things. Nevertheless, Aurora loved challenges. So, she spent four years of her life learning it.

It took time, more than what she would like to admit, a lot of willingness and intelligence. Yet, she managed to dominate it, making it the sixth language she was now fluent with. After that, she also learnt Portuguese and Latin and with that, she gave her ability to learn so many idioms a rest.

Aurora never though that mandarin would be actually useful outside of China since Mandarin Chinese was primarily spoken in that country. That was, until today’s case proved her wrong.

Serial killers weren’t weird to find. Over the years, her team caught a lot of them. But this one, shit. It made her skin crawl. Because this man was uncanny, bizarre and repulsive. It wasn’t just the fact that he killed one woman per day, after raping them several times while cutting their skins; it was also that he left audio recordings of everything that happened in these scenes.

The first time that Penelope heard them, she threw up. Several times. The agent managed to calm down only when Morgan talked her through, as usual. After all, they were each other best friend, just like her and Spencer.

Aurora didn’t throw up, but she felt the bill in her throat and by the looks that the rest of the team had, they were all feeling the same.

The man left the bodies in their houses; he didn’t bother in hiding them or the DNA he left in them. They were waiting for him to make a mistake, to get out of the routine. Today was the day. They caught the man trying to enter one of the houses, after determining his next victim with the victimology and Garcia’s help. However, they discovered that he had already kidnapped the woman in the house. When they finished searching his house and didn’t find anything, the only option they had was to interrogate him.

Yeah, one hour passed since then. Morgan couldn’t get anything out of him. Not even a word. The only thing he did was to look forward and keep his mouth shut.

That was, before they discovered that he was Chinese. They already knew that he was Asian, but it was as if the man was a fucking ghost; Garcia couldn’t find him in any data base, until she did.

“He probably speaks Mandarin, that’s why his accent was so marked and there were many words we couldn’t understand.” as always, Reid stating facts. A fact that made Aurora feel so fucking stupid.

Fuck. Fuck.

How the fuck she didn’t realize before?

“And what the fuck are we going to do now? Mandarin is hell of a language; we are going to have a really hard time trying to find a translator.” Morgan sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. They were all frustrated and in a bad mood; this case had to be one of the hardest and most horrible they ever worked with.

Now, they were all in one of the rooms that the local police left them from a small city in Ohio. Hotch was standing, leaning in one of the walls, with his usual thin lips and eyes burrowed. Rossi was sitting beside him, playing with a pen in his hand. Reid, Morgan and JJ were all sitting around the table, while Aurora choose to just sit in the table.

She bite her lip, clenching and unclenching her hands, until she spoke.

“I know how to speak Mandarin.” that made her the centre of attention immediately. Every head in the office turned around to observe her. Aurora grimaced. She hated having all this attention in herself; it always made her nervous.

“You kiddin.” Morgan said, his face written with disbelief. His eyebrows were raised, and he was looking at her as if she just said that she was the serial killer instead of that man. Aurora rolled her eyes.

“No, I’m not kidding, Morgan. I speak eight languages, Mandarin is one of them,” she glanced at Hotch, “you know that.”

The man clenched his jaw. Besides her, she felt how Spencer tensed up, already realizing of what she was implying.

“I didn’t remember that Mandarin was one of them.”

“Let me in. Let me speak with him.” Hotch instantly shocks his head. Of course, he was going to say no, but Aurora could be horrible persistent when it was needed.

“Yeah, no. No chance. I’m waiting for the translator.” Aurora dropped her shoulders, tilting her head.

“Sir, with all the respect, this is the faster and easier way. That woman could be dying out there if she’s not already dead. Please.” Spencer grabbed her arm, glancing at her with his eyebrows raised, questioning her words. Aurora just shook her head; when an idea was put in her head, nothing could stop her until she accomplishes it.

“He’s a serial killer. He raped several women, several times. I’m not letting you go in the same room as him!” his tone indicated that there was not room for arguing, but Aurora was not someone used to keep quiet.

“Hotch, please. I’m begging. Come with me, do whatever you want. But let me speak with him.” her boss got up and massaged his forehead. A few seconds later, he finally nodded. Aurora smiled, relaxing.

“Alright, fine. But me and Morgan are coming with you.”

“It’s too dangerous.” Spencer immediately disagreed and Aurora glared at him.

“I agree.” Emily backed up and the girl sighed.

“He’s in chains, he probably can’t move a lot and I’m pretty sure I’m too far away from his touch. I will be fine, you are all worrying too much.” it seemed that all the team wanted to argue with her; before they could say anything though, she spoke again. “I’m doing this, guys. End of discussion.”

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It was hard as fuck to glance at this man into his eyes. Those eyes that watched so many women die in his hands, after doing so many disgusting things with them, fuck. It made Aurora sick. Yet, she couldn’t focus on that. She had a job. And she was ready to finally use her ability of speaking Mandarin.

“Hello” that got her an instant reaction. For the first time since they brought the man in, he blinked and moved his head to one side. A ghost of a smile appeared in his lips. Aurora had to shallow the bill that appeared in her throat.

“Good afternoon, Lady.” disgusting man, fuck.

Control yourself.

“You are the first American I hear speaking my language.” he was glancing at her as if she was an animal pray and she knew that Hotch and Morgan could notice it, by how hard they were glaring the man.

“Am I? That’s sad. Even if it’s a really hard language, I’ve always thought that it was really beautiful.” they both stayed silent for some seconds, until Aurora decided to speak once again. “We need to know where the woman you kidnapped is.”

His response was to smirk. To fucking smirk. He probably enjoyed this, as most of the serial killers did. Aurora clenched her fist, thinking about how they could get something out of this attempt of human being. Then, she remembered something; they found a big number of books full of Chinese Proverbs in his house; Aurora always enjoyed reading them, amazed by their meanings. Maybe that could work.

After all, most of the serial killers loved to be entertained with something. They had this idea, that the rest of the people were toys that they could play with. Alright, Aurora was ready to start playing this game. A game she was determinant to win.

“While there are green hills, there will be wood to burn.”

Where there is life, there is hope.

Once again, she got his full attention. This time, he raised his eyebrows, and his smile was even bigger. And creepier. With this, she was trying to say that if they didn’t get proof that the woman was dead, they were assuming that she was still breathing.

“To slap a horse’s back.”

To try to be nice to get something out of someone.

He knew that she was using the proverbs to get something out of him, but she didn’t care. They were working. Why? Due to the fact that with only one, she already knew that the woman was still alive. Serial killers hated to be guilty of something they never did; they only killed the people they killed. So, if he had, in fact, killed the woman, he would have taken the time to deny that she was alive.

Before she could think about how to keep going, he beat her.

“To climb a tree to catch fish.”

A lost cause. No, no. This couldn’t be a lost cause.

“Freezing into three feet depth can’t be done in one day.”

Don’t give up and you’ll see results.

At this, the man fucking laughed. Laughed at her face. Alright, making him laugh was definitely not what she was looking for. Aurora blinked, confused, until he spoke once again.

“Fine, you made me had a good time, agent and indeed, you know really well how to speak my language.” the sudden change of language made Aurora tilt her head. What the fuck? But then, it clicked. The entertainment worked.

The man glanced at Hotch, who seemed to be really close to knock this man up.

“The woman is in an abandoned house in the middle of the North Forest.”

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“What the fuck happened in there?” Emily immediately questioned her just when they got out of the room. Aurora was still a little bit shaken and dizzy. Mandarin was a language that required a lot of concentration and to go from this to English so damn fast made her headache worsen.

“I-I just talked to him. He was surprised that I could speak Mandarin, said that I was the first American he heard speak it. I quickly realized that I was not going to get anything just with that, so I remembered the number of books full of Chinese proverbs we found in his house. I love Chinese proverbs; they are so interesting and amazing. I used to read about them all the time and-. Sorry, I’m rambling. I just thought about tell him a couple of the ones I know, just to entertain him. We know how serial killers love this. The first one I said, it means ‘where there is life, there is hope´ like saying that if he didn’t deny it, the woman for us was still alive. He answered with something like about doing something to get something out of someone. He knew what I was doing. Then he spoke again, basically telling me that what I was doing was a last cause and I just replied with something about hope. And well then, he just laughed and confessed as y’all saw.” everyone in the room was looking at her as if they were impressed with what she had done. What she didn’t know was that indeed, they were impressed.

“You did a great job, Aurora.” Hotch told her and she widened her eyes, surprised. It was not normal to hear this kind of praise coming from their boss, but it made her feel this warm feeling in her chest. So, she smiled, happy.

“You really surprised us there, pretty girl.” Morgan praised, kissing her in the forehead and Aurora let out a shushed laugh, softly shocking her head. At the beginning she was just like Reid with physical affection; every little touch made her jumpy and uncomfortable. Yet, that ended up changing and now, sometimes, it was her the one that reached out for that comfort.

Emily and Reid also told her the good job she did, and Gideon just smiled to her, but that was enough for her. It was really hard to impress such an agent as the very same Jason Gideon, so that little recognition, it was enough. For her.

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Aurora loved cooking. It was something that helped calming her down and that made her disconnect from everything. People usually said that she was really good at doing this; receiving compliments about her foods always made her giggly. It was one of the few hobbies she had, something that didn’t require any type of intelligent; that what made it special.

Obtaining compliments about her mental capacity was not something weird; she was already used to. She knew how smart she was and how high her IQ was, Aurora didn’t need anyone telling her that. However, compliments about her cooking were different because of that; it was not something she was used to.

When her team discovered her cooking abilities, they were absolutely amazed. And after insisting, they managed to convince Aurora to cook for one member every day.

Mondays, for Hotch. Tuesdays, Rossi. Wednesday, Emily. Thursday, Reid. Friday, Derek. Saturday, Garcia. Sunday, JJ.

It didn’t take much of an effort to persuade her to do this. Honestly, cooking was one of her favourite ways of expressing her love for the people she cared about.

Today, it was Thursday, the very same day they caught the Chinese man and Aurora interrogated him. They had already come back to Virginia and now, they were all filling the reports. Thinking ahead before leaving to Ohio, she left two lunch boxes with food for when they came back in the fridge.

“Dinner is here!” she exclaimed, giving Reid one of the lunch boxes. He gave her a big smile, probably a little confused based in his quizzical expression, since he was not expecting this. When he noticed the pasta, he laughed, knowing that it was one of her best dishes.

“This is literally the best. Thanks, Rora.”

For this occasion, she cooked an Italian pasta, with a sauce called “Pesto Genovese.” Italian food was always the one that she enjoyed cooking the most, after all, she had loved pasta as long as she remembered.

“You don’t know how much I envy you, Reid.” Morgan commented. Spencer stuck his tongue out in his direction and the older man gasped in fake surprise.

“JJ!” the blonde chuckled watching their interaction; it was as if she was watching two little kids bothering each other. While they started to eat, Morgan and JJ sat closer to them.

“I didn’t know you could speak eight languages, pretty girl.” the older man changed the topic and Aurora grimaced.

“I thought you all did.” she just lifts her shoulders, grabbing another bite of her pasta. She shouldn’t say this, but it was pretty good.

“Which ones do you know?” JJ asked, sounding genuinely curious and Aurora smiled.

“Well English obviously, Spanish, Italian, French, Latin, Japanese, Portuguese and Mandarin.” all of them lifted their heads clearly amazed by her words and the girl blushed. It was something so normal for her to know eight languages that she usually forgot how shocking it could be for others.

“That’s crazy.” Derek huffed out, letting out a loud laugh that cracked a smile in Aurora’s face.

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It was the first time that Aurora fitted in the victimology of the serial killer perfectly. At the point in which it was fucking scary. Especially for her. And for the team as well. They were acting a lot more overprotective that usually. They didn’t let her alone for one second.

Reid was always there when she needed coffee or something to eat, not letting her go anywhere and going there to get anything for her. Morgan didn’t let her out of his sight for a second, coming with her to revise every one of the scenes. JJ didn’t make it too obvious, but Aurora always felt her presence when they were in the police department of Florida, where they were working this case. Hotch and Emily kept her, intentionally, always as close to them as they could.

Rossi was not as protective as the rest, but Aurora noticed how unusually angry this case made him, lashing out all the time, due to the stress of not being able to solve it.

Two days later after they arrived, they managed to finally capture the guy they had as a primary suspect. Nevertheless, they had a problem; they didn’t have all the proof needed to show that he was, indeed, the killer. He didn’t leave any DNA in the scenes; they couldn’t get any video of the man or any testimony. All that they had was a drawing from a victim that escaped and a tape of his voice and another victim’s voice they found in one of the houses.

It wasn’t enough and they were running out of time. Hotch, Gideon and Morgan had already tried everything they could. Nothing worked. And of course, Aurora had already thought about a plan. A plan that nobody was going to like, but well, whatever.

“You should let me interrogate him.” after her words, the room fell totally in silent. Once again, they were all looking at her. This was becoming more common that what Aurora would like.

“Are you crazy, woman?”

“No.”

“That’s not happening.”

“Aurora, I love you, but this is a big no.”

“Are you out of your mind?”

She got all the replies in one second.

Morgan. Hotch. Reid. JJ. Emily. In that order.

The girl waved her arms widely, letting out a big sigh. She understood their behaviour, she really did, but fuck it was so frustrating. They were acting as if she was a little girl that needed protection when she was not little and didn’t need protection.

“Fuck’s sake, you guys. I’m not someone who needs protection, I know pretty well how to defend myself. So, thank you, it’s cute, but man. This is the only way. If any of you have a better plan, please! Share it with the class.” silence was all she got as an answer. The girl huffed out, rolling her eyes.

“She’s right.” after hearing Rossi, all of them immediately protested. The man scratched the back of his neck, a clear signal that he was as frustrated as everyone was. “I know, I know. I like it as much as you do. But we are running out of options, and we need his confession. We can’t let this man out, under any circumstances.” Aurora smiled satisfied. Hotch bite his lip a couple of times before nodding. Derek and Spencer both seemed as if they wanted to clearly disagree; Aurora glared at them with all her strength.

“Fine, but-”

“Yes, yes, you and Morgan come with me, I know.”

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Just as she stepped in the room, the man instantly looked up and Aurora noticed how his expression quickly changed. Now, he was wearing a confident face, with a what someone would call a flirty smile. He straightened and cleared his throat.

“And who are you, sweetheart?” then, he looked at Morgan and Hotch, “you really brought me a beautiful gift.” they immediately started to walk closer to the man, probably ready to beat him up, but Aurora put her hands up and stopped them.

“It’s okay.” she whispered, smiling to the boys. She heard the man laughing but choose to ignored it and walk directly to the chair in front of him.

“Bossy, eh? I like you.” Aurora didn’t let the man get her. Instead, she glanced firmly at him, staying like that, for about three minutes. The man seemed to get more impatient at every second that went through.

“My name is Agent Leids and I think that both of us know why we are here.” she finally spoke, putting her arms above the table and softly tilting her head. The man, once again, laughed.

“Do we, Agent Leids?” this wasn’t a strange strategy that people choose to use when they were accused. In was weird in serial killers, though. However, there were many options to break the act. And Aurora knew exactly which one to use to make it work this time.

“You know, this case had become really famous. Many women called us, scared of this mysterious man.” his smile was becoming bigger and bigger. “Yet, there is a problem. If we don’t know who this man is, this case is probably going to be forgotten.” it sounded stupid, because it was stupid. That was not true. An absolutely 100% lie. Yet, he would probably believe it. During the case, he demonstrated several times the level of stupidity he had.

So, of course, he fell for the lie. His smile was whipped out of his face and now, he was frowning. It wasn’t common for them to catch serial killers that were not really smart, but it seemed that this time they got lucky.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Aurora had to resist the smile that was about to adorn her lips.

“Well, if we don’t know who it is, nobody would remember it. After all, it would be just a case that we failed to solve. Why should we let it remain in people’s memories? In some weeks, nobody is going to remember who this man was.” she shuddered, knowing that this was definitely a lie. If they didn’t catch this man, people were probably going to become even more paranoid than they already were. However, this man didn’t need to know that.

Her last comment finally made him exploit; the reaction that Aurora was looking for.

“YOU BITCH!” he hit the table while standing up and Hotch and Morgan reacted right away, stepping in front of her but Aurora stayed in her place, refusing to move, frozen. Now, the killer was glancing at her from above, with a finger signalling directly at her. “Nobody would forgive me. I did every single thing to make this case special. This is going to be legendary. People will always remember me, especially the families of the women’s I killed.” finally.

After hearing this, Aurora stood up, smiling.

“That’s exactly what we needed. Thank you!” when she finally got out of the room, Aurora let out the breath that she was holding. Fuck, fuck. Her heartbeat was too fucking loud, and her hands were now shaking.

She hated herself for that. It wasn’t anything weird, she just talked to the serial killer, something that his colleagues did all the time. She did it all the time. Then, why was she feeling like this? Why this time was any different?

“Hey, hey, Aurora, listen to me.” Reid was the first one to react, walking closer to the girl and softly putting his hands in her shoulders. As a first reaction, she flinched, but when she comprehended that it was Spencer the one that was touching her, she relaxed. “Everything is alright. You are alright.” Aurora nodded, several times.

“I know, I know.” she mumbled, still a little shaken and lost.

Weak, weak. You are weak.

Then, Spencer decided to bring her to his chest, hugging her and there, Aurora finally let her shoulders lose all tense, sighing and putting her arms around his body, feeling finally safe.

“Aurora.” Hotch softly said a few minutes later. She broke the hug, but keep Reid’s warm body close, needing some kind of comfort, and glanced at her boss. Even if he would never admit it, Aurora knew that he had some kind of soft spot for her. Morgan had repeatedly remarked this every time he could. Garcia often told her that it was pure envy. “You are not weak. It’s normal to react like that after noticing how that man was looking at you. You did a good job.” the girl smiled at him, grateful, and nodded.

“Yeah, it’s alright. I’m just a little shaken.”

“A coffee might fix that?” JJ loved to take care of the members of the team. They usually called it her mama spirit.

“Definitely.”

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Aurora knew that something was wrong the instant she opened the door of her apartment. Morgan brought her, after a case that left all of them tired out. Hotch ordered them to go home and rest, saying that they all deserve it. Nobody complaint, obviously.

She lived a couple of blocks from Derek, so he always took her home after work, since she still didn’t know how to drive. They had already promised with Reid to learn how to the next year. For now, she intended to keep this routine that the pair had gotten used to.

Even if she was totally worn out, the girl noticed straight away that there was another presence in the place. Many ideas crossed her mind, yet the quickest was to go by herself with the gun in her hand. Calling Derek would take too much time and she didn’t know what to expect, so, she preferred to keep only herself in danger for now.

Pointing her gun up, she started to slowly walk to the kitchen. Once she arrived there, she turned on the lights and when she saw who was waiting for her, she growled. Fucking shit, now? Couldn’t this happen tomorrow for Christ’s sake? All Aurora wanted was her bed to sleep for more than four hours. That’s all she asked. However, it seemed that life just hated her.

“Hello little sister.”

Yes, her big brother was the one waiting for her. She had even forgotten that he had a copy of her keys. In which moment did she think that doing that would be a good idea? My God. Even geniuses like her could be really stupid when they wanted.

He was just the same as he was two years ago, the last time she had seen him. Dirty, messed up and probably wasted.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Are you going to ask me for money? Please. Get out of here, Chris. Now.” she demanded, still with her gun in her hand.

They never had a good relationship. Due to the fact that Aurora was what people would classify as a genius, her brother envied her from a young age. She was always the perfect little miss, and she knew that he hated that. The one that made her parents proud, the example.

So, he started to bully her since she was fourteen. Made her go through hell with his friends until she finally decided to abandon the house after her parents died in an accident four years ago. Aurora hated him. She had always wanted the big brother that took care of her, that protected her. Yet, that was not what life had given her. At least, not with blood.

“My, my. That’s how receive your big brother?” he got up and Aurora gave a step back. She didn’t know the type of damage that her brother could cause in this state. He was clearly drunk and probably drugged as well. That image of him made her eyes tear a bit. Why did he have to be like this? Why couldn’t he keep being the sweet big brother he was when she was little?

“Please, Chris. Just get out. Do both of us a favour. I don’t want to make a scene.” she was practically begging. Although, her brother just laughed. Laughed at her face. And kept walking closer and closer, until she had her caged like a pray.

“Little sister, you know I don’t take orders from you.” Tequila. His breath was easy to recognize and due to how dilated his pupils where, he was probably high in marijuana. He had been an addict since their parents died, it was not something weird, but this made him even more dangerous that what he already was when he was sober.

“Get out of my house, Christian. I won’t repeat myself.” she had expected many things. Screams, things throw, but not a punch. In her face.

He punched her straight in her right cheek, making her stumble and fall to the floor. She bite her lip, not letting the cry of pain out and got up right away. It hurt like a bitch, but she was not about to show any type of weaknesses in front of him. Without hesitation, she hit her brother in the face and kicked him, making him fall directly into the sofa. There, he punched the boy a couple more of times, until she could stop considering him as a threat.

“I told you to get out. Now do it if you don’t want me to break your ribs, Christian. You know that I know how to do it and how to do it even more painful.” the boy snorted in her face, but finally got up and left the house, not before breaking some things she had in her house. When he finally got out, closing the door, Aurora let her wobbly legs fail and fell into the floor, becoming a mess of sobs.

She never asked for this. All that she wanted was to have a good family, to be accepted even if she was special. But what she got was death parents and an addicted brother who hated her. Fuck.

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It was not easy to hide a bruise in her face. It was always easier to hide bruises in literally every place, but in the face. This, sadly, was not the first time that something like that happened. The girl had already hidden her bruises several times.

Damn you Christian Leids.

Even if she was complaining, punches in the face never hurt that much. The worst ones were in the stomach. God if she had broken ribs, so many times she couldn’t even try to count them.

Aurora had to use an insane amount of make up, so she just used a hat and tried to not look at the faces of the team, avoiding them as much as she could and doing everything she could alone. It was easier this way. She knew that they already know that obviously something was wrong, but maybe if she keep going like this, she could brush it later as just exhaustion.

However, she should have known that Derek was too fucking stubborn.

After capturing the UnSub, she didn’t have any other option than driving back to the airport in the same car as Derek. She kept her sight fixed in the window, refusing to look at him in any way. Of course, he got tired of this.

“Would you fucking look at me, Aurora?” he finally demanded when his patience quickly ran out. The girl bite the inside of her cheek, not wanting to talk.

“Why would you want me to look at you?” suddenly, he turned the car around and stopped it in the middle of the street in which they were. Aurora yelped due to the sudden reaction. “What the hell, Derek?”

“Look at me, Aurora. I’m not driving this car until you look at me.” the girl let out a couple of curses, until she finally sighed and decided to fulfil Derek’s demand. After all, she didn’t doubt the man’s words. He was not driving this car until she did that.

When she glanced at him, he softly grabbed her cheeks and the girl let out a groan of pain. Derek’s eyes darkened and he tilted her head to the left, looking straight at the bruise she tried to cover up the best that she could during the day.

“You tell me what happen, now.” He growled, driving the car to one of the sides of the rode, not standing in the middle of it anymore. Aurora rolled her eyes, but felt somehow, grateful with his clear concern. It always felt good to know that they worried about her, it felt as if she had someone in her life. Because outside her team, she truly didn’t have anyone.

“I’m okay.” the man just raised his eyebrows. When the girl refused to talk for a couple more of seconds again, he gritted his teeth.

“Who did this to you, Aurora? Don’t make me go to Hotch.”

“You are going to Hotch anyway.” she knew that it was true. Derek had this instinct of taking care of the younger ones and he never hesitated to go to talk to their boss when the situation demanded this. The man in front of her clenched his jaw.

“Yes, I will. So, either way I’m going to find out what happened. You tell me know or I find out when you tell the rest of the team.” her relationship with her brother was never something that she really wanted to share, even if somehow it was important. It always made her feel so much shame and besides that, she never found the ideal situation to tell her team that her brother was a horrible human being.

Aurora sighed, knowing that she didn’t have much of a choice here.

“Fine, okay, you win.” Derek was still looking directly at her, expecting the answer he wanted. She bite her lip, nervous. What would his reaction be? She had never told anyone about this. He was going to be the first to find out about the little problems she had with her family. “I had a small fight with my brother. You should see him, really.” she tried to joke, yet Derek’s expression was anything but happy.

“Did you just say that your brother hit you?” he raised his eyebrows, his face twitching and Aurora just nodded, not knowing really how to handle the situation.

“We, obviously, don’t have the best relationship and well, let’s say that we had a disagreement, and it didn’t end well.” I mean, she knew that the situation was not normal, but for her it was.

“Aurora, you are telling me this as if this was a diary thing.” Aurora scratched her neck, grimacing. It wasn’t exactly a diary thing, but it wasn’t the first time that this happened.

“It’s not a diary thing, but I’m, I just I don’t have a good relationship with him. That’s it. We hate each other and it have always been like that.” the girl was brushing off the problem making it pretty obvious. It was so uncomfortable to talk about this and thank God, Morgan noticed. He just huffed out.

“This conversation is not over.”

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Aurora had hoped that Morgan would magically forget about this. Of course, he didn’t. After arriving to the airport and boarding the plane, the first thing that he did was asking for a first-aid kit.

“What? Why do you need it?” JJ asked him, frowning. Derek just raised his eyebrows and pointed his finger in Aurora’s direction. She rolled her eyes, showing him the middle finger. The blonde ignored the whole scene and walked in her direction, grabbing her face and noticing right away the ugly bruise in her cheek. “What the hell, Aurora?”

At her words, everyone turned around. The girl knew that the makeup had already disappear and her bruise could already be seen, so, she wasn’t surprised when they all got up at the same time, concern written in their faces.

Spencer was the one closer to her, as usual, so he was the first one that carefully grabbed her chin with one of his hands and tilted her head to the left, leaving the bruise at everyone’s sight.

“It seems pretty recent. Last night if I’m not mistaken.” his face was furrowed deeply in concern. He was looking at her with those puppy eyes that usually charmed people to do anything he wanted. Doing this, he managed to get Aurora to apologize.

“Sorry.” she mumbled. From the start she knew that it would be stupid to hid this from the team, but old habits hardly die. Spencer shook slowly his head, smiling at her, rubbing her left cheek softly. At his actions, her heartbeat increased, and she felt the blush covering her face.

“Who did this to you?” Hotch asked; he had his lip tight, and his eyebrows furrowed, glancing directly at her without moving his sight. Aurora swallowed, suddenly feeling more nervous than before. It was one thing to tell one person about her problems and it was another thing to tell the whole team. Noticing her feelings, Spencer angled her face to look at him.

“It’s okay, Aurora. We are not angry. You can trust all of us.” deep inside, she knew that they weren’t angry, but fuck. It was a difficult situation, alright? She had never been confronted with this topic and the girl didn’t know how to deal with it.

“Let’s just say that I, um, I have a big brother. And well, I never had a good relationship with him, we basically hate each other. He is a drug addicted since my parents died a couple of years ago and well, last night, he suddenly showed up at my apartment. He was, indeed, wasted and drunk. We had a little argument in which I tried to kick him out and out of the blue he hit me. Obviously, I hit him too after that a couple of times and I managed to get him out of my house.” when she finished talking, Spencer immediately grabbed her hands and he noticed how they were bruised as well. Nothing major, but they might need to be disinfected.

“Your brother?” Aaron asked with his eyebrows raised and Aurora just shuddered. Trying to make her problems seem less than what they were was something she got used to since a really young age. After some seconds more of pure silence, without saying anything JJ grabbed the quit and took out some cotton and the antiseptic.

“Emily, please bring the ice pack that’s in the fridge.” the woman softly took her hands and put the antiseptic in the bruises. Aurora had to hold a groan of pain, fuck, she had forgotten how much it burn. Observing her reaction, JJ bite her lip. “Sorry.”

Aurora chuckled, shaking her head.

“It’s nothing.” she mumbled, giving her a small smile.

“Is this something normal?” Reid asked after some time, while Aurora was applying herself the ice in the cheek, trying to make the swelling go down. Aurora blinked, confused. Then, she remembered the topic they were talking about. Oh.

In what sense normal? I mean, it didn’t happen every week, but it wasn’t the first time that she had to go through this. Rough childhood.

“I don’t think so.” stupid answer, she knew it from the moment it came out of her mouth.

“You don’t think so?!” Derek replied, widening his eyes and standing up.

“No, no, I mean, fuck.” she grumbled, rubbing her face. Once again, Reid started to pat slowly her arm, looking at her with that cute smile and those shining eyes.

“It’s okay.” he whispered, trying to calm her down. It worked, obviously. At the end of the day, Spencer was her anchor to earth.

“It’s not something that happens weekly if that’s the question. The last time I saw him was two years ago. It did happen more often that I would like to admit when I was younger, but well. Nothing I can do for that now.”

“You shouldn’t have gone through that, Aurora.” Hotch softly replied to her, his gaze full of empathy and, thank God, not pity.

“I know.” she whispered, forming a small smile in her face, trying to calm the rest of the team.

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When Aurora started to work for the BAU, getting kidnapped was not part of her list of to do things. Due to the risks of her work, she knew that it could happen, yet it was something that seemed so impossible.

Well, sometimes the impossible could be, instead, the improbable.

The case they were working was one in a million.

It started when woman began to disappear in LGBT clubs in New Jersey and then appeared in the forest dead, with clear marks of rape and violence. After it happened with four women, they decided to finally call the FBI.

The profile they gave was like this; a woman, probably between her 20s and 30s, extroverted and charming, good at talking and that could probably go unnoticed, lesbian but probably the people around her didn’t know.

They were right about everything, by the way.

When she was taken, they were investigating one of the forests they had found one of the victims. Aurora walked away a little from the rest, getting quickly lost. While she was trying to get some signal to call her team, something hit her in the head making her black out.

She woke up in what it seemed to be some kind of basement. During the pleasant trip her kidnapper took her, she remembered some pieces here and there. If she could focus enough, she could probably get the address of this house. It wasn’t a big town and they had already driven around the place for different motives. She knew her way.

Yet, it wasn’t easy. The concussion the woman left her didn’t help in the slightest. It was probably light, based in her symptoms. Feeling tired, foggy vision, the headache that felt as if her head was about to be split open, doziness, between other things. And, as if that wasn’t enough, she also felt a strong pain in her chest area every time she fucking breathed.

Broken rib. Concussion. Great. This couldn’t get any better, really.

“Well, hello there, love. You finally woke up!” holy fucking shit, what was the need of speaking that loud? She could feel her head literally beat, making her clench her jaw to resist the groan of pain. When her vision finally became cleared, she saw the woman for the first time.

Tall, probably twenty-five years old, brunette, blue eyes, sharp jaw, honestly if Aurora came across this woman in the street, she would probably think that she was a supermodel, not a fucking serial killer. She had this smirk in her face that showed clear superiority, standing 100% straight and looking down at Aurora.

She didn’t react. Instead, she choose to glare at the woman and then carefully inspect her surroundings. Clearly, she was tied up, sat in a chair in the middle of the room. Moving her wrists and toes was impossible based in how hard she had tied the knots of a thick brown rope. There were three computers in front of her and a camera was pointing directly at her, with the red light that indicated that it was on.

“Oh, you already noticed the camera. Of course, I didn’t expect anything less from an FBI agent. Say hello to your friends!” Aurora whipped her head around to observe the woman, her eyes widened, and eyebrows raised. Yet, she regretted moving too fast, action that made her whole-body tremble in pain. She hissed (thing that also hurt), but still looked directly at the woman.

“My friends?” her voice was raspy and the thirst she felt immediately became a problem. Based in her voice, her hunger and the light that came through the small windows, about ten hours happened between this moment and the moment she was kidnapped.

The woman, that she was about to nickname as Maniac, let out a laud laugh (that made her headache once again).

“Yes! Your friends! I’m broadcasting this to them! I’m sure that they are loving it.”

Stupid fucking mistake.

A plan was already forming quickly in her head, after finally being able to locate the house, she was in. Based in the number of turns, directions, how she could look at the sun, the trees she managed to observe and the house in front of this one, she got it. It was about twenty minutes away from the police station, and the street was Franklin, 291.

So, Reid and she had been best friends from the very first moment she entered the BAU; most of the times, they felt that the only ones that could understand them were each other. Trying to find a way of communicating that only them would interpret, the obvious idea was Morse Code.

Aurora, as the fanatic of languages she was, already knew how to speak it. It didn’t take too much for Reid to learn it and it became, somehow, their secret language. It could be a little bit childish, but God, how much she thanked that they had taken the time to do this.

After glancing at the camera and quickly looking away, she started to slowly and quietly, press her finger to the chair, praying that Reid would be capable of understanding was she was doing. It couldn’t be this easy, though.

“So, Aurora, that’s your name, right?” she just nodded, guessing that answering her would be the better option, still focused on the Morse Code. “As I guess that you already know, I enjoy a lot of hurting people. Are you ready to give a little show for your people?”

She finished. Franklin 291. Those were the words she spoke.

Please, please, let this work.

A sudden slap in her face made her gasp. She should have seen this coming, fuck.

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“FUCK!” Derek hit the wall in front of him, rage shining through his eyes. The whole team was on edge; their youngest agent was kidnapped. One of their biggest fears became finally real. Garcia was doing everything she could to try to get the fucking address, but it was as if nothing was working for them.

It hurt to observe Aurora it such a weak state and it made them feel a desperation that horrified them; it was a sensation that they never wanted to feel again.

Spencer had tears in his eyes. His chest was close, and it hurt to breath. However, that was not important. Not right now. Not when his girl was about to be tortured in front of them and none could do absolutely anything.

That was, until he noticed how Aurora quickly glanced at the camera and then glanced back at the woman. Blinking, he observed how she started to move silently her fingers and when he understood what she was doing, he let out a yelp.

“GIVE ME SOMETHING TO WRITE!” the team jumped at the sudden scream, but Emily reacted and gave him some paper with a pencil she had at hand from Penelope.

.._. / ._. / ._ / _. / _._ / ._.. /.. / _.

.._ _ _ / _ _ _ _ . / . _ _ _ _

“Franklin 292. That’s the address. THAT’S THE ADDRESS!” they didn’t question him. Right away, Hotch started to yell instructions and they all ran.

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“ANSWER ME” Maniac yelled, spitting in her face and she nodded.

“YES! Yes, yes.” the fear was starting to grow inside her, suddenly getting how dangerous this situation was. Focusing so much in analysing the whole scenario, she didn’t realize that the worst part was right in front of her. Maniac had killed woman, raped them getting off in hurting them.

And she was probably about to do the same with her.

Panic started to fill her chest and her breath became quicker, thing that made her pain in the chest became even worst.

The slap made her dizzy, her sight whiting out. When she came back, the woman already had a knife with her, and the psychopath smile she wore made Aurora gulp. She was strong as fuck and she was pretty sure she could take her out in a fight, but like this? Weak was a small word to describe how she felt.

“So, let’s begin.”

Aurora already knew how this was going to go. The woman kept the same MO for very victim, and she doubted that this was going to be any different. The first wounds were always the same; two large cuts in the thighs, one in each one. Neither of them was too deep, avoiding the risk of the victim bleeding out.

When she finished, she made some cuts in the face of the victim and then, the next step was the rape. They had found some random haematomas, probably a result of making the UnSub angry. It wouldn’t be really smart to anger the woman, but now, Aurora understood the victims.

The first cut made her grunt in pain, yet she refused to show any sign of pain. She kept a straight face, looking directly at the woman, with her jaw clench. That seemed too unsatisfied her since the next cut was a little bit deeper and she dragged the knife slower, searching to have a better reaction.

Aurora wasn’t planning on giving her that. And she knew that doing this, she was starting to make Maniac losing her patience.

The punch should come at any time now.

“Fuck you.” she gasped, refusing to look anywhere that it wasn’t her kidnapper’s eyes.

And, yes, she was right. Eight seconds after (blame Spencer for sticking to her the mania of always keeping the exact track of time), the woman hit her straight in the face. This time, she couldn’t hold the moan of pain.

Her breath inched and fucking shit, she didn’t know that a broken nose could hurt this much. Her eyes were teary and her whole body was shaking. Even though she felt weaker than never, Aurora gather the saliva with the blood in the mouth and spite in the face of the woman, thing that made her laugh.

“Oh, how much I love when they are nasty.”

Then, she proceeded to grab her jaw and slowly started to cut her left cheek. Without being able to hold it, she let out a cry, tears falling from her eyes. When she finished with the cut, after looking directly at it for one or two minutes, still with a creepy smile in her face, she left the knife in the floor and Aurora gulped, the need to throw up increasing every moment it went through.

Maniac took the buttons of her shirt and started to slowly undo them.

“NO!” she screamed and kept screaming the same word, probably hurting her vocal cords, moving her whole body as much as she could, desperation totally filling her instincts. This couldn’t happen, no. Please. “PLEASE, STOP!” her sobs were totally broken and hearing her, the only reaction she got was a laugh.

Before she could keep actually going with this torture, they both heard some noise upstairs. At first, Aurora didn’t notice, until she saw how the smile in the woman’s face was whipped out.

“IN HERE!” she couldn’t remember a time in her life in which she had screamed so fucking loud. The woman didn’t have any time to react; one second, she was panicking and the next, they were throwing her door down.

“FBI! GET AWAY FROM HER AND PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOU HEAD!” surprisingly, she did it immediately. Aurora couldn’t hold the low laugh that left her. So, after all, she was actually just a fucking coward.

“Coward.” she gasped out, regretting it quickly after feeling how much it hurt to fucking talk. She coughed, spitting blood.

“Aurora.” Morgan was the first one that looked at her. His face made Aurora felt sick; he gave the impression that he didn’t get any sleep any time soon, dark bags decorated his eyes. Hotch didn’t seem to be any different, just like Emily and Spencer. She couldn’t blame them, knowing how the situation was looking. Aurora probably had her face full of blood, her thigs the same.

They unleashed her and for the first time in hours, she felt the blood rushing through her wrist and toes. Sighing, she tried to get up. However, her legs failed, and she almost fell down, if it wasn’t for Derek; not a surprise, he had the quickies reflexes between all of them. However, when he grabbed her, she fell into an immediate panic.

“NO! DON’T TOUCH ME!” she tried to get away from the hold, cries leaving her mouth.

“AURORA! Please, it’s me. Derek, Derek Morgan! You’re okay, you’re safe.” when she finally recognized the voice, she relaxed after letting out a sob out of relief.

“WE NEED AN AMBULANCE!”

“Aurora, hey, hey.” now that the adrenaline was going down, she started to actually feel the consequences of the wounds and her light concussion. Yet, when she heard how worried Spencer’s sounded, she tried her best to focus on the boy. “Rora, we need to know your wounds.” she didn’t really understand him, all she could think about was that they found her thanked to him.

“You understood.” she said with her raspy and trembling voice. Trying what he could to calm her down, Spencer took her hands in his and smiled in her direction.

“Yes, yes, of course I did, love. But I need you to focus for me, alright?” blinking, she just nodded. “Okay, that’s good. What hurts, Aurora? What’s wrong?”

Everything hurt. She couldn’t answer that, obviously, so doing the best she could, she tried to find the worst wounds and remember which ones hurt the most.

“I think I have a slight concussion, probably a broken rib. She punched me in the face, broken nose and lip. Two cuts in my thighs, large but neither of them deep. And one in the cheek-” before she could keep going, she let out a gasp and grabbed her stomach, yelping in pain. Her sobs made everything worst.

The following moments were pretty unclear for her. She probably blacked out and back several times. When she finally woke up, Aurora noticed that she was, thank God, in a fucking hospital instead of that goddamn basement. And the whole team was sleeping in the same room as here.

She smiled, feeling a warm sensation spread through her chest. Knowing them, this was probably the first time they actually slept in days. The team had already gone through this with Spencer once, even remembering those days hurt; she couldn’t imagine the desperation they had to go through.

“Aurora, you are awake.” Hotch was the first one to notice, opening his eyes some minutes later probably hearing her move. Aurora grimaced.

“Sorry for waking you up.” he immediately shook his head. After she talked, all of them woke up; hearing her must be the thing that made them react. They all jolted up, getting up from the places they were sleeping, Hotch, Emily and Spencer in a coach, Derek from the floor.

“Pretty girl.” he mumbled, sprinting in her direction and taking her hands in his. She smiled, trying to make him feel less worried.

“You all saved my life. Thank you.” it still bothered her to speak. However, she couldn’t hold this. She needed to thank them.

“Don’t talk. We know it hurts. You were right, you have a broken rib.” Spencer replied right away.

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Hotch let her take some days off after the event. When she went back, everything felt normal once again. Or at least, she was trying her best to making it look normal. But her nightmares and panic was becoming worse over the days and her ability to hide it had a limit, as everything did.

It was the third day in a row that she only got hours to sleep. She was barely surviving on a basis of coffee and the sleep she could get in the plane. Every day it became more difficult to close her eyes and fall in sleep; every time she fucking tried, she woke up screaming, feeling the woman’s hands all over her body.

And the team was begging to notice. She had it coming, after all she worked with fucking profilers. It was impossible for them to not notice, even with that promise of not profiling each other.

“Aurora.” Spencer spoke and she turned around. He was glancing at her with a face full of concern and probably slightly judging the fact that this was her, fourth? Or fifth coffee, she couldn’t really remember.

“Spencer! Hi! Do you need something?” even if she tried to mask her weariness, she was probably doing a disaster of a job because fuck, she was even tired by the mere thought of keeping this act going on.

And her theory was confirmed by the look on Spencer’s face.

“Can we talk for a little bit?”

Aurora wanted to say no. She wanted to refuse, to answer him that there was nothing they needed to talk about, but she knew that those things were lies.

“Fine.”

She followed him until they arrived in one room, where the whole team was, probably waiting for them. Aurora frowned, tensing her shoulders. She didn’t like how this seemed, as if they were planning to do this without her knowledge.

“Aurora, we are going to be straightly blunt here. We know that you are not sleeping well. Let us help you to find a solution.” As always, Hotch went directly to the point, as expected. Aurora liked that; like that, she didn’t become so nervous before somebody finally talked.

She sighed, sitting down in one of the chairs and stayed in silence for a few minutes.

They waited.

“Alright, yes. I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see her, and I wake up screaming. After that, I usually can’t fall sleep again, terrified that if I do, I will have to see her face again.” Aurora finally admitted aloud what was happening to her. Their eyes showed a mix of pity and sadness.

Derek was the first one to get up, kneeling in front of her, taking the girl’s hands.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” he softly asked, with his eyebrows raised. She sighed, shaking her head.

“I didn’t want to bother anyone.”

“You could never bother us, Aurora.” Emily immediately replied and everyone in the room quickly agreed. Her eyes became teary, asking herself what she did to deserve such a warm and welcoming family.

Growing up, it was always hard to fall apart since everyone always expected her to be perfectly fine, since she was indeed, the perfect girl. Yet, the number of breakdowns she had were countless. Aurora always had to suffered them alone, so, she became used to be comforted only by herself. And it was hard to admit that maybe, only maybe, she didn’t have to keep suffering these kinds of things alone.

“You didn’t have them while we were staying with you, right?” Hotch asked. The first week after they realised her from the hospital, everyone on the teams took turns to help her with simple things she couldn’t do and to keep her company, due to the fact that Aurora seemed terrified by the thought of being alone.

After she returned to work though, she told them that she would be fine and that they had already done enough for her. A clear mistake.

“No, I didn’t.” Aurora murmured, blushing. Hotch nodded and got up.

“Alright, we will do this; we are going to take turns to go to Aurora’s house every night.” Before she could talk, Hotch shook his head. “I will not take a no as an answer, Aurora. We are going to do this; you like it or not.” The tone of his voice didn’t let anything up to discussion, so Aurora sighed, knowing that she didn’t have any other option.

“Fine. Thank you, guys, really. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

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Comments about her age weren’t exactly uncommon. There were a lot of people who absolutely hated (or envied) the fact that at such a young age, she was a successful agent working for the FBI. It was something that they always complaint about with Spencer.

Today, the comment made went too far.

They were working in a case about kidnappings, in which none of the ten victims were found; they had a few leads and the only thing they had to confirm that this was actually happening was a series of videos left from the UnSub, where all the victims appeared in some dark room, all of them blindfolded, repeating the exact same words.

The problem was that they weren’t greatly received by the local police in Alexandria, Washington DC. Glares were always thrown in their direction; even the Head Police doubted every fucking word they said, questioning with the typical “Profiles just guess.” Ridiculous behaviour, if they asked Aurora, but whatever.

The worst part was while they were giving the profile.

“You’re looking for a man, probably in his early thirties, white, introverted, usually terrified of the action of talking to people. You will never find him in big events, he hates big crowds.” as usual, Hotch started, with his serious face.

“He loves watching his victims suffer and enjoys noticing how much power he has over them, yet he doesn’t want them to see him, afraid that they would probably laugh if they saw who kidnapped them.” Emily went on. Aurora could already see a few police men looking at each other, disbelief writing all over their faces and she rolled her eyes.

“Based in the little we heard from him, he’s from here, local. He knows his way and the victims, probably lived in Alexandria his whole life.” in cases like this, when they said that the UnSub was local, they never believed them. And obviously, this couldn’t be the expetion.

“Impossible. I’ve known this people my whole life, this man can’t be from here.” Mike, the Head of the Police, immediately disagreed. He had been acting pretty rude to them since they arrived, to the point in which Derek asked Hotch ´Why the hell did he ask for our help if he doesn’t believe a word that we say? ´

Needless to say, Aurora totally agreed with him.

“We heard his accent; we are totally sure that he’s from here. Besides, it’s impossible for an outsider to know these streets so well.” Aurora calmly answered him. Nevertheless, Mike didn’t take her input nicely.

“And what the hell would you know about? You should be in fucking college, I asked for the FBI, no for a teenager that dares to tell my business and question how my people are.” for a moment, the girl stayed silent, too stoned to even react to his words. What the fuck?

It was the first time in her whole life that someone talked so bluntly at her in front of her collages. I mean, yes, some officers made comments when they were alone because they were cowards who didn’t dare to say anything in front of Hotch, but in front of so many people? Never.

Before anyone from her squad could react, she stood up and walked in his direction, stopping when she was in front of him. She glanced at him from head to toes and smiled.

“You’re divorced. Recently. Probably not more than two weeks. You have two children, a daughter, and a son. Right now, the kids are probably with the mother, since you look at your phone every five minutes waiting for updates. Your son probably plays football, and you are always supporting him, because it’s your frustrated dream. You had to stop due to some kind of major injure, something with your leg based in how you limp when you’re too tired. You love control, that’s why you know every little detail about your employees; you always want to know how they are, where they are. Lately, you are not having your best performance here and you’re probably under a threat of being suspended. I suspect it is due to your divorce. You were born in Texas, but moved out when you were a kid. Still have a light accent. You wear more clothes to appear bigger and more intimidating and a fake gold necklace to appear richer.” he was glancing at her with wide eyes and Aurora smirked, getting a little bit closer to the man. “I gathered all that information with a few looks at you and your office. Don’t ever doubt our job again, this is what we’re the best at.”

After a few seconds of silence, the man gave a step forward, probably ready to get a little bit handier with her based in his balling fists, heavy breathing and jaw tensed in pure rage. Before he could make it too far, Hotch immediately put himself in front of her and putting a hand in the man’s chest, he made him back up. Meanwhile, Spencer grabbed her by the arm and put her behind him, with Derek and Emily at their side with their arms crossed.

“You don’t ever talk to one of my agents like that again, Mr. Bruins. I am clear?” the anger was clear in Hotch’s voices. There weren’t many times in which the man got this angry, even if it seemed weird with his strict personality. He actually had a lot of patience. Yet, with that patience disappear, you better run.

“Yes, sir.” the man huffed out, almost trembling and Aurora couldn’t resist the smile that formed in her face. How much she loved making men get crazy over a few words.

"When am I gonna stop being wise beyond my years and just start being wise? When am I gonna stop being a pretty young thing to guys? When am I gonna stop being great for my age and just start being good? When will it stop being cool to be quietly misunderstood?"

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