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After All This Time || Chapter Four
Aaron Hotchner x Reader
Word Count: 2128
CHAPTER WARNINGS: hehe i don't wanna spoil it, but angst, language, case talk, the usual
A/N: This is the longest chapter so far, and honestly it took less time than some of the other ones. I got really into it.
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Halfway to the drive you remember to ask, "So who are we interviewing at the school?"
"James O'Malley, who is the principal, and Margaret Solokowski, one of three first grade teachers." His response is automated as he looks to the right out the window.
Your mind drifted back to the case from when you were only nine. It was the reason you wanted to be involved with S.W.A.T or the FBI.
Your brother was playing in a sand pit at the local playground when you turned around to go buy the two of you some ice cream cones from the truck driving slowly past.
There was a priest with a group of nuns walking through the park, discussing something about the "Lord's Will". You didn't believe in any of that stuff then, so you rolled your eyes and told the nice man what ice creams you wanted.
"There you go, kiddie."
"Thank you!"
Spinning on your heel, you licked your own ice cream as you went to get back to Joey, your brother.
Something was wrong though. When you looked, he wasn't there anymore. He had been playing with a group of three kids, and none of them were there anymore. Turning back around you remember the Priest had been driving away with the nuns. You saw the two other childrens' mothers crying and talking, flailing their arms wildly at each other.
"Joey? Joey where are you," you wandered around the play set for a minute and started crying when you couldn't find him.
Wandering up to one of the adults scattered through the play area, a mother with a small baby in her arms, and said, "Can-" a sniffle before, "Can I borrow your phone? I need to call my mom."
"Of course, honey," she shuffled the little girl to her other hip and grabbed the phone from her other pocket. "Here you go sweetie. Is there anything else you need?"
"No. Uh, thank you. I'll bring it right back."
Taking a few steps away you called your mother's house number, suddenly grateful for the pressure she had put on you from a young age to remember her house number and her cell number.
"Mom-"
Hey, honey,- what? What's going on?"
"Mom, I can't find Joey. He's not here. I just walked ten steps to get our ice cream and he's- I can't find him, mom. And the other two kids were gone too. I don't know what to do, he's gone. Mom-"
"Honey?"
"I can't find-"
"Y/N!" You finally stop rambling and quiet down enough to hear your mom's voice and your own heartbeat. "We'll find him, okay? Tell whoever's phone this is what happened, and then wait there for me okay? Ask the lady you borrowed this from to call the police and help you explain what happened and I'll be right over there okay? It will take me five minutes, okay?"
"Okay. I love you."
"I love you too, Peanut."
Hanging up the phone you do as she told you and explained your situation to the kind woman with the baby. She agreed to help you call the police, even though the other parents had probably already done it.
"Are you okay, Y/N?"
"Y/N? Hey. Y/N! You missed the turn..."
You snap out of your flashback and look around you at the road.
"What?"
Hotch let out and annoyed puff of air and pointed to the road that you were about to drive past. "That's our turn. You know, to get to the school. That's right there."
Mumbling under your breath you turn the signal on and slam the breaks after seeing there was no one behind you. You smirk to yourself when you see that the man in the passenger seat had to throw his arm out so as not to hit the dashboard.
"Agent, if you do not drive this vehicle with care, I will personally revoke your privilege of driving on the clock," he threatens as he adjusts the lapels on his suit jacket.
You ignore him and park in front of the school, getting out and straightening your own blazer.
"You let me do the talking, L/N." He declares as he brushes past you, not bothering to hold the door on his way.
Murmuring under your breath, you follow him in.
Almost immediately, you are stopped by someone from campus security and flash your badges in reply. The guard simply nods and sends you through, pointing to the principal's office.
"Mr. O'Malley? I'm SSA Aaron Hothcner, and this is Agent L/N. We are here from the BAU in Quantico investigating the homicides that I'm sure you've heard about. I was wondering if we could ask you a few questions about the victims; they were all students here." Hotch's air of professionalism was back full force rather than his childish antics only five minutes ago.
O'Malley shakes his head slightly, a red tint coming to his ears as his eyes scan the clock. "Actually, I don't have the time right now. I have another meeting coming up shortly-"
"Sir, your meeting isn't for another fifteen minutes," the secretary states before turning back to you and Hotch, "Surely that's enough time for you and your partner to ask him a few questions?" The young woman looks at you when she speaks, her eyes silently pleading. She must know something as well.
"No, Anne. I really don't have time for that-"
"Hotchner, if you want to talk to Mr. O'Malley, maybe I could ask," you pause, reading her desk tag, "Ms. Brink a few questions?"
She nods her head eagerly, and as much as Hotch wanted to argue, he has seen her desperate look as well and would have suggested splitting up if you hadn't.
"I was just about to say that. Mr. O'Malley is there somewhere we could go that's a bit more private?" Hotch questions, signaling behind him, "If that's a break room that would be perfect."
O'Malley nods, standing up. He walks towards the door, opening it as he turns back to look at the you and Hotch. There's a glint of something in his eyes and-
And he's running.
"Go! Hotch, go, go, GO!" Before you even finish urging him to chase the principal he's running after the man. "Anne, if you know anything suspicious about James O'Malley you need to tell me, and you need to tell me now."
Tears well in the younger woman's eyes as she nods, fists bunching in the skirt of her peach colored dress. "He, uh. He has made- you know. S-sexual advances on a few young girls. He did the same to me, b-but when he d-did it to me he said he would kill the next girl that w-was in here if I told..." Anne breaks into sobs as she hangs her head low.
"Anne, listen to me. None of this is your fault. You were only trying to protect these girls and yourself. This has been extremely helpful, thank you, Ms. Brink." Gently you reach over and squeeze her hand, sliding a box of tissues towards her before quickly slipping out of the office.
Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you call Garcia.
"BAU Sperm Donation: You jack 'em, we pack 'em. How can I help you my pretty?"
You don't have time to laugh, though you so badly wanted to. "Pen, I need to to pull everything you can find about James O'Malley. He's the-"
"School principle of Opportunity Elementary. He's 37 years old, comes from a highly religious background- Papa Bear was a Priest. He- oh boy. Oh no. This is not good." You hear computer keys clacking on the other end before you prompt her to keep speaking.
"Yeah, Pen? What's not good?"
"This guy," she clicks her tongue, "And his entire recent history when you deep-dive in my Fancy Google. This guy is on review for child molestation and rape charges."
You slam your fist against the nearby wall and curse lowly, "Do you have any large property in his name? Anything big enough to have some sort of shrine, or altar? Also, with enough room to... oh God... cleanly chop off a-"
"Ah! AH! Stop! I get it. I'm looking."
After a moment she sighs, "Bingo! 142 Walnut St. right outside of the town that the school is in. Twelve minutes and forty-three seconds from your current location. I'll ping the directions to you and notify the rest of the team. They are slightly further away, so you and your partner should get there first. Hurry, Y/N, he might have another kid there."
"Bye, Pen." You hang up and start running to the SUV, surprised to see Hotch there, already waiting in the passenger seat. You wonder why he hadn't sat on the other side and remember about the key in your pocket.
Getting in, you slam the door, not bothering to buckle and say, "Take my phone and pull up the directions from Pen. That's where our guy is going, she think he has another child based on video footage from this morning's video feed of the back entrance of his office."
Hotch surprisingly doesn't argue, instead doing exactly as he was told while you sped in the direction you had come from before.
Withing ten minutes you had made it to the house, not saying a word to Hotch as your mind ran through all of the possibilities of what you'd find. This was your first child case since you moved to the BAU and honestly you weren't handling it very well.
When you made it to the barn, you snatched your gun from your holster and kept it aimed towards the ground. Motioning to Hotch you signal that he should go left and you will go right.
Clearly, he didn't like you making all the calls, but he was so upset about losing the guy the first time around that he didn't have it in him to command you down.
Beginning your move-in, you start to circle the barn just how you had told Hotch and kept your gun up as you crept towards the final turn to the back of the barn. Out of the corner of your eye you see the rest of the team start to jog over to the barn from the forest behind the bar, they must have decided to use a different entrance as hopes to catch O'Malley off guard.
Taking a moment to steel yourself you keep your back against the side of the barn before spinning in a quick step to raise your gun again and aim at the final possibility of where he could be-
But it was just Hotchner.
"L/N, he must be inside, turn back the way you came and we'll go in together." His voice is stern as you nod in compliance and turn around, raising your gun as you see a little boy. With a gun trained on him...
It's Joey. Joey is there dead in front of the church, a big cross burned into his chest... his five year old body.
That's all you see, just like that day so many years ago. That's all you see, so you jump forward in front of him and you-
Fall. You fall. And you can't tell why.
Blood, there's blood under you. Who's hurt?
"Y/N! Oh my God, Y/N!" Anything between your name being said the first and second time is lost in your fuzzy ears.
You don't realize why the voice is yelling at you until you feel the burning, fire-like pain, radiating up your left side.
After a moment, you feel hands on your shoulders, one of them moving to slap you in the face a few times to get your eyes to open, which they did.
"Hey, you need to stay awake. Okay? Y/N! Open your eyes. Look at me." Emily transfers her hands to your hip, pressing down on the wound there roughly. Your body instinctively crunches up to get away from the new, uncomfortable pain, but Emily presses down on your chest, keeping you to the floor.
You try to mumble something, but the second your mouth opens, it's as if you completely lost your voice.
"Shh, Y/N, you're going to be okay, you just need to keep your eyes open okay?
"What the hell, Aaron?! You were standing right there, man, why didn't you go to her?! She was fucking shot and you just stood there! You're our leader, start fucking acting like one!" You can't pick out all the words, but you can tell that it's Derek's voice and you smirk to yourself.
The last thing you heard before passing out was Derek ripping into Hotchner like you'd been waiting to for months.
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wilbur-rabbit · 4 hours ago
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Masterlist
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Welcome to my Masterlist!
A/N: I am currently working on the third part of my Criminal Minds/Supernatural crossover, 'We are Soulmates'.
I hope you enjoy! Please like and reblog!
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We are Soulmates (Criminal Minds/Supernatural Crossover)
After an unexpected trip to heaven you figure out who your soulmate is. Turns out the way to finding him was to get arrested.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1 - Sam/Dean/Cas' POV
Chapter 2
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sunflxwerbullet · 4 hours ago
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A,B,C from my fluff alphabet
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show it?)
He shows it in little things, paying attention and listening to you feel like bare minimums but you appreciated them nevertheless. If you had the chance to shower together the feeling of his hands against your scalp as he helped wash your hair was a favourite of yours.
B = Body part (Your favourite body part of theirs and their favourite of yours)
There wasn’t anything you didn’t like about him, however cheesy it sounded, he was perfect. But if you had to pick one thing then it was no surprise it came down to his hands. He didn’t even have to do anything, he’d be talking and one second you’d be paying complete attention and the next your eyes would catch the movement of his hands as they moved over paper, or gestured towards something, and then you were gone.
He would answer with a very similar sentiment, but his would be a toss up between your stomach and your waist. On one hand it was comfortable, and if the two of you were laying down somewhere, in bed or watching a movie, it was a favourite resting place for his head. And on the other hand he loved to hug you, pull you closer to him with his hands either side of your body. It was such a simple touch but he loved watching your reaction every time; you’d never get enough of him.
C = Comfort (How would they help their significant other when they feel down/have a panic attack etc?)
If you were in pain he’d do practically whatever you wanted in order to make you feel better. If, for whatever reason, you were bedridden then his main thing would be getting everything done and out of the way so that you didn’t feel stressed because of whatever commitments you had. Depending on what it was, he’d leave you alone if you needed the quiet, or got you tea if it was a sore throat, pain killers if it was necessary. And if you were upset more than hurt then he’d just wrap his arms around you, or lay behind you. Stroking a hand over your head and just letting you cry, muttering soft words of comfort just loud enough so that you could hear. He isn’t going anywhere.
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uncpanda · 4 hours ago
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Late Night Talks
Request: hotch x reader where Hotchner get home late and accidentally wakes up reader so they start talking about how their day went.
Pairing: Hotch x fem!reader 
AN: This has been sitting in my inbox for forever! I was finally able to come up with a way to do it that just makes me feel all fuzzy inside. :) 
Sleep . . . is difficult, it’s always been difficult at this stage in pregnancy. You’re almost too big to move, your back hurts, and your baby is stretching like crazy all the time. So when Aaron slips into the bedroom at nearly one am, you’re not fast asleep like you should be, you’re simply dozing because you know you’re going to have to pee again soon. 
You watch him, your eyes used to the dark, you’re able to make out most of his features. You watch him, as you hand strokes your belly, trying to calm the baby inside, a baby that seems to want to come out but doesn’t. 
He slips into bed dressed in a tee-shirt and pajama pants a few minutes later, and he finally notices, “You’re awake?” 
“Mhhm.” 
His lips twitch, and his hand immediately goes to your belly as his head bows so that he can talk to your over active child, “You have got to let your mom sleep. Otherwise she gets cranky, and that’s enough to make an unsub cry.” You swat at him playfully. 
“You’re the one who did this to me mister.” 
He sits up his hand sliding to your waist, and tugging you slightly forward, he smiles into the kiss, “If I remember correctly you participated with enthusiasm.” 
“Maybe a little. How was your day?” 
His arm curls around your shoulders, and he tucks you into his side, “Long. The police department didn’t want us there, they made that very clear and it took us a while to get them on our side. After that things were smooth sailing. What about you?” 
“Went to work. took Jack to soccer, and Finn to tee-ball. I took a bunch of pictures at both, which you know since I sent them to you. Jess and Roy came over and ate dinner with us. Roy commented on how huge I was, and made the twins comment again. That was fun.” 
“Did the hormones attack?” 
“Not this time, thank God. He didn’t mean anything by it, and he’s so good with Finn and me, I wouldn’t want to mess that up.” 
Aaron’s hand strokes up and down your arm, “He knows how hard you try to keep Haley alive for Jack, you’ve always been excellent at that.” 
You get a sharp kick to your rib and wince, your hand going to the spot. Aaron’s hand covers yours for a second before moving it away and rubbing little circles into the skin. You groan, “I’m never going to get to sleep.” 
“The baby will stop moving eventually.” 
“Not really. They’re getting too cramped in there. It was like this with Finn too, I won’t get a good nights sleep again until this little one is out, and in the nursery at the hospital.” 
Aaron presses a kiss to your cheek, “Or in my arms.” 
You close your eyes, “You are such an overprotective dad.” 
He lets out a little chuff, “Every day I let our kids walk out of this house not wrapped in bubble wrap is a win. Take it for what it is.” 
When you don’t answer, he looks over to find you asleep, and he can’t help but smile, wrap his arms around you a little tighter, and snuggle in for some sleep of his own. Lord knows he wasn’t going to get any once the baby arrived. 
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wilbur-rabbit · 5 hours ago
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We are Soulmates  Chapter 2
Criminal Minds/Supernatural Crossover
Summary: Aaron and Y/N struggle with their doubts and fears as well as their need to be with one each other. 
Paring: Aaron Hotchner x reader
Word Count: 8026
Warnings: tw thoughts of suicide, low self esteem, angst, CM and SPN related gore and death
A/N: There will be a part three that I will to have out soon. 
I hope you enjoy! Please like and reblog.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1-Sam/Dean/Cas’ POV
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The moment after you disappeared his team burst through the door. Aaron knows he should pay attention to their questions. What happened was something none of them could explain, not even Reid, but Aaron couldn’t get himself to move from where he sat at the table. His eyes were still on the spot that you had been pulled though the golden portal, his body had not moved an inch. Having found out that the woman that he had felt this strange connection with, to be his soulmate, then to have her disappear. How was he supposed to handle that?
“Hotch… Hotchner… Aaron?” the sound of his name brought Aaron out of his thoughts and he looked up at Morgan, who was standing above him with a hand on Aaron’s shoulder.
“Come on, man.” Morgan said his voice surprisingly gently. “Let’s get you out of this room.”
After getting Aaron out of the interrogation room and into an office down the hall, where he insisted on being alone, the rest of the team stood together all staring at the spot you had disappeared. They had all seen crazy things in their line of work but someone disappearing through a portal was way above what they were familiar with.
Breaking from the constant staring, Rossi turned towards Reid. “So, do you have a theory for this?”
Reid looked up at him his eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “What just happened isn’t possible. Being able to teleport isn’t something that can be done.”            “Well clearly it is,” Morgan countered, arms crossed he walked around the spot that you had vanished. “A man came through a portal, grabbed our suspect, pulled her through the portal and poof, gone.” He shook his head like he didn’t believe his own words. “I think we have to consider that she was telling the truth.”
Prentiss’s eyes widen as Morgan’s words triggered a thought. “Have we heard back from the M.E. yet? About the victim’s gums?” she asked.
“I’ll go check.” JJ replied, hurrying from the room.  
“Okay, so if we are going to consider that everything she said is true, what do we have?” Rossi asked and everyone looked to Reid.
“She said she had been to heaven, that hell, God, Lucifer, angels and demons were all real, as well as monsters. That our victim is actually a vampire,” Reid paused, a faraway look on his face is brows still furrowed. “She also claimed that Dean and Sam Winchester hunt monsters, which makes me wonder if we need to rethink what we originally thought of them, if that turns out to be true. There is also the man that came through the portal. I’m assuming that is Castiel, since she said he was meeting up with the brothers.”
Rossi nodded along with what Reid said, “Morgan get Garcia on the line. We need to send her Y/N’s confession and see if she can get anything from it that we didn’t see. I also want her searching everywhere for Y/N, the Winchester’s, and the man that broke Y/N out, who we are assuming is Castiel. This is top priority until we find them.” As he is talking JJ comes back into the room and Rossi looks to everyone meeting each pair of eyes on the team. “What happened in here doesn’t go farther than the seven of us. We aren’t going to involve anyone else until we know what we are dealing with. Is that clear?” Everyone in the room nodded knowing if it got out to any higher ups it would turn into even more of a mess than it already was.
“Are we going to talk about the last thing she said?” Prentiss asked voice reserved like she was unsure if she should even bring it up.
“We’ll discuss that later,” Rossi replied with a shake of his head. “Let’s figure the other things out first,” He turned to JJ with a raised eyebrow.
“She was telling the truth,” JJ murmured looking around at the team as their wide eyes stared back in disbelief. “When the M.E. pressed down on the gums, fangs extracted.”
“Well shit,” Morgan said.
  Teleporting always made you queasy and this time was no exception. Landing on solid ground in the bunker brought some relief but you knew it would be a while before you are able to fully regain your equilibrium. As soon as Cas let go of your arm you were ingulfed in the arms of Sam and Dean.
“Let’s not do that again,” Dean muttered into your hair.
“Absolutely not,” Sam said right above your ear.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” you replied with a relieved chuckle.
They slowly let go of you which made you stumble lightly from the motion sickness causing Cas to catch your arm again to steady you.
“We are happy to have you back,” he said with a smile after you were steadied.
“Happy to be back,” you said, smiling back before the image of Aaron’s face right before you stepped through the portal flashed before your eyes pulling the smile down. You look away from Cas, squeezing your eyes shut not wanting to relive the look of shock and hurt that flashed through Aaron’s eyes. This was exactly what you didn’t want to happen. You didn’t want to hurt him.
“I’m going to go lay down,” you said not meeting your family’s eyes. “You know how bad my motion sickness gets,” you let out a chuckle that is flat even to your ears, before you hurry from the room.
“What was that about?” Sam asked looking between Dean and Cas.
“I don’t know,” they both murmured, staring down the hall after you.
Once in your room you collapsed on the bed as you let the events that completely changed your life flood through your mind. This was why you never wanted to go looking for your soulmate in the first place. You had already hurt him by leaving how you did, which was something you had never wanted to do even if you hadn’t hurt him physically. You flinched at the thought of Aaron being hurt because of the life you lived. The images so much more painful now that you had a face to go along with them.
Now, even if you did change your mind and decided to be with Aaron, you were being hunted by the FBI, making the prospect of living a happy life with your soulmate that much harder, especially considering he worked for the very organization you were being hunted by. That is why you had never tried to find him. Nothing good comes to you and anything that does gets taken away. You had even lost Sam, Dean and Cas numerous times throughout the years. Feeling at a loss and more mentally and physically exhausted then you had been in years, you lay down in your bed, not even bothering to change your clothes. As you slowly drifted off to sleep the emotions that you always try to keep in slowing leak out as tears stream down your cheeks.
The team decided that someone needed to go in and talk to Hotch. He had yet to come out of the office Morgan had taken him to and the team was growing more concerned. He also needed to know that the M.E. had found fangs on the victim, which was a fact that the entire team was trying to wrap their heads around. Not wanting to overwhelm Aaron, they all decided to send one person in, and they thought Prentiss was the best choice.
When Prentiss opened the door, darkness was all she could see. It was nighttime, a little more than twenty-four hours since they had found Y/N in the barn, and Hotch hadn’t bothered to turn on a light as the room darkened. He was staring out the only window in the room, in the same chair he had sat in when Morgan had brought him in there a couple of hours earlier. Prentiss softly shut the door behind her and cautiously moved across the room to Hotch not wanting to startle him. The fact that he was unmoving was concerning to her. Hotch could rarely sit still unless there was a mound of paperwork for him to do.
“Hotch,” she murmured. His only reaction was to move his head slightly towards her then move back to face the window. She sat down in the chair next to him, her body turned sideways so she was facing him. He didn’t look at her as she sat down, and Prentiss became more worried. She paused for a few seconds preparing what she hoped were the right words but Hotch beat her to the punch.
“I don’t understand,” he whispered, still facing forward. “I just met her and for me to feel this strongly for her,” he looked down towards his lap shaking his head in disbelief. “Soulmates aren’t supposed to exist. I have never known anyone that knew they had a soulmate, but as crazy as it sounded, the moment she told me, I knew she was telling the truth. I could feel it in my bones that we are meant to be together,” he paused, taking in a shaky breath. Prentiss moved her hand on top of his where it was resting on his leg. She hated seeing her friend so torn apart. “Then for her to disappear before I could even say anything to her; before I could tell her that I believed her and that I wanted to be with her. Getting your grasp on something you never thought you would have again only for it to be taken away from you,” a flat chuckle slips through his lips. “That’s a hell I wouldn’t wish on anyone.”
He finally turned to meet Prentiss’ gaze and Prentiss was shattered at the hollowness in his eyes. She didn’t understand everything that had happened, but she knew in that moment she would do everything in her power to get you and Hotch back to each other.
After sitting together for a while, Prentiss informed him that the victim did have retractable fangs. “We are going to do everything we can to find her,” Prentiss told him. “The entire team is behind you.”
“Thank you,” Hotch said to her. He straightened his shoulders, steeling himself, before rising to his feet. “Let’s get started then.”
 The war room was silent as Sam, Dean and Cas looked for a case as they did most mornings. This morning was slightly different, however. Like clockwork, every five minutes one of them would look down the hall that led to Y/N’s bedroom, pause for a moment with concern etched on their faces before turning back to their computer. It was eight in the morning and Y/N was usually up by then with coffee in hand. The fact that she hadn’t even wondered out to grab coffee or food at all was enough to warrant concern.
           After Dean had continued the cycle of looking down the hall, and you hadn’t just magically walked into the room, he had had enough.
           “Okay, what is going on with Y/N? It’s,” he looked down at his watch, “8:13 and she still isn’t up. Something has to be wrong.”
           Sam sighed in relief, glad that someone had broken the silence, “I was thinking the same thing. She acted weird last night. She didn’t even come back out for food, which is unlike her.”
           “Right? I even made her favorite burgers and I know she could smell them from her room.” Dean agreed.
           During the short conversation Cas had been staring off toward the hallway, trying to piece together what could be wrong, “I’m sure it was an incredibly stressful ordeal. She might just need time to recoup.” Cas said.
           “Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” Dean paused, piercing his lips. “Just feels like it’s something more than that.”
           They all are silent for a few moments considering Dean’s words before Dean rises from his chair not being able to take it anymore. If something was wrong, he wanted to be there for you. You were his sister. “I’m going to go check on her.”
           Once Dean gets to your door, he waits a second to see if he can hear any movement inside your room. Upon not hearing anything, he brings he fist up to the door ready to knock before he hesitates. He could be wrong; you could just be sleeping. Yesterday had been a long, stressful day for you. He shakes his head. The feeling in his gut is telling him differently and he has learned over the years that he needed to trust that feeling. So, he knocked on the door.
           He was only met with silence. After the longest minute of his life, he knocked again. Still nothing. He knew something wasn’t right. Even if you were sleeping, the knocking would have woken you up. He sighed, before taking another route.
           “Hey, Y/N/N,” he kept his tone gently. “Is it okay if I come in?” He heard shuffling on the other side before you spoke, “Yeah.” So quiet he almost didn’t hear it. Opening the door, he noticed that it was still completely dark. Once his eyes adjusted, he saw you sitting up against the headboard, still dressed in what you were wearing the night before and your blanket laying on top of your legs. You were looking down at your hands on your lap, seeming to be avoiding his gaze. He walked around the side of the bed and sat down next to you.  He waited, giving you the chance to say something, but you kept your eyes on your hands. Dean knew he would have to prompt you.
           “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, even though he didn’t know for sure what it was that was bothering you. You shook your head still not meeting his eyes. He gently placed his hand on top of yours and that action pulled your gaze to his. The look he saw in your eyes, nearly brought tears to his own. The hollowness he saw there brought him back all those years ago. Right after you had found out your parents had died, there had been tears and sobs and he had held you through it until you calmed down. After the hysterics were over though the same type of hollowness had seeped in and it had been months of constant trying to get your demeanor to start to brighten. He and Sam had felt so helpless in those months and they wondered if they had done the right thing bringing you along with them because even though they had lost their parents to the supernatural too, that didn’t mean they knew how to help you with your loss. At least on how to deal with it in a healthy way. You had pulled through though and Dean was so grateful they hadn’t given up on you.
           Dean moved to take both of your hands in his and squeeze them. “Whatever it is, it will be okay,” he told you. “We will work through it together just like we always do.” Tears pooled in your eyes before they overflowed down your cheeks. You threw yourself at Dean and stared sobbing in his chest. Dean engulfed you in his arms, laying his cheek on top of your head as you let out your pain. Tears slipped down Dean’s cheeks, wetting your hair as he held you, being there for you in the best way he could in that moment.
           You both sat there for a long time, even after both of your tears had dried up, Dean rubbing smoothing circle into your back as you tried to level out your breathing again. He didn’t say anything, letting you take your time. Once you had your breathing under control you moved out of his arms and looked up to him. He was your brother, maybe not in blood, but family doesn’t end in blood, as a wise man had once told them. You knew you would feel better if you spoke about your feelings. Holding it all in would never help the situation, so after taking a deep breath you launched into the story of what happened to you in the hours you had been with the FBI.
           You told him everything from the moment you had stepped into the barn to when Cas had appeared in the interrogation room to bring you home. You told him about the moment you realized you had found your soulmate and how heart breaking it was to realize in that last moment how much you were hurting him by leaving like you did, even though you knew it was your only option. You were sure you would have been locked up it you hadn’t let Cas lead you back home.
           After letting your heart out, Dean sat in silence for a couple of heart beats. He had been quiet through the entire encounter, wanting you to tell your story freely without interruptions but also too shocked to say anything anyway. Of all people, your soulmate had to be an FBI agent. Sam and Dean had been running from the FBI, even before you had joined their family and as much as he hated to admit it, even to himself, he wasn’t sure how that would work. Most FBI agents that they had come across only saw the black and white of what he, his brother and now you and Cas had done. Sure, Hendrickson had come around in the end, but he had needed physical proof for that and look how things had turned out for him in the end.
           Dean also understood your fear of losing Aaron because of the life you guys lived. He had witnessed firsthand with Lisa what happened when you tried to mix a normal life with that of a hunter. As Dean looked into your eyes though and saw the sadness that overwhelmed them, he wanted to encourage you to find your happiness. Even if that meant leaving them.
“Being able to be with someone you love is worth any outcome,” he told you. “Experiencing something only to have it taken away is better than never having experienced it at all.”
More tears swam in your eyes as you stared at Dean. Shaking your head, you looked down to your hands on your lap. “I can’t,” you murmured. “I–I wouldn’t survive it if something happened to him.” A sob broke out of your lips before you pressed them firmly together. Dean put his hand over yours and ducked his head to try and catch your eyes. When he did, he gave you a soft smile.
“There isn’t a guarantee that anything would happen to him. Being with him might be the best decision you have ever made,” he told you gently.
“Or it might be the worst,” you said before sighing and harshly wiping your eyes. “When I lost my parents, I didn’t think I would survive it. Those first weeks that I was with you and Sam were the hardest of my life. There were times when I didn’t think I would make it to the other side.” You are looking down at your and Dean’s conjoined hands. You know you would lose the grip you had on yourself if you met his eyes in that moment. “There was an instant connection between Aaron and me. I wish I could put into words how I feel about him, but I don’t even understand it myself. Feeling this way for someone I just met shouldn’t be possible.”
You take a deep breathe steeling yourself before you force your eyes up to Dean’s. You needed him to understand how you felt. “If I were to let him in and grow to love him more than I already do now, to make memories with him, make a life with him and something from our world comes to take that away,” you squeeze Dean’s hand, starting into his eyes so he will understand, “I will not survive it.” you said with conviction.
Dean did his best to hold himself together as you told him how you felt, but he couldn’t hold back the tears that streamed down his face.
“Okay,” he said with a nod and squeeze of your hand. “We won’t push it. Whatever you think is best.”
“Thank you,” you whispered, before Dean pulled you into another hug.
  Morgan had warned Garcia what exactly was on Y/N’s confession tape before he sent it over for her to analyze but the warning was not enough. A few tears might have escaped before she fortified herself in the mission to help Hotch find his happiness. Everyone knew the man deserved it.
           As it turns out trying to find a ghost is a lot harder than it looks. Make that four of them and Garcia was pulling out all the stops. Even with all her determination, trying to pinpoint the location of even one of the four was proving to be a difficult task, which frustrated her immensely. She had set up triggers for searches of Agent Hotchner online, with the hope that Y/N might decide to look Hotch up. She was keyed into cameras across the country that would notify her if facial recognition came across Y/N, Sam, Dean, or the man that had come through the portal. Castiel? That was their guess but they still weren’t sure. The second one might be slightly illegal, especially without the authorization from people way above her pay grade, which she didn’t have.  She pushed that to the back of her mind. This was to help Hotch. It was worth it.
She put out an APB on the car and license plate that the Winchester’s were driving, but she didn’t have high hopes for that avenue. Switching out a license plate was child’s play. There was no way they hadn’t done that yet, especially considering how long they had been running from the law. She had yet to have anything come up from the traps she had set so unfortunately, she was now playing the waiting game. Which she hated.
While she was waiting, she decided to look more into their mystery man so they could have a better idea of who he was, especially considering if their assumption was right, Y/N had said he was an angel. Garcia shook her head, a small smile on her face. Angels, who would have thought?
What she found however, took the smile from her face, and confused her more. She immediately called Morgan.
“Hey baby girl,” Morgan picked up on the first ring. “What do you got for me?”
“Am I on speaker? I need to be on speaker. Everyone has to hear this,” she said urgently.
“Woah– yeah give me one second,” he switched it over and got everyone’s attention. They were currently on the jet heading back to Quantico. “Go ahead, mama.”
“Okay so I unfortunately don’t have anything on the whereabouts of Y/N,” the team noticed Hotch slightly deflate at that, but no one commented, “but I did find something on our mystery man that orchestrated her escape. His name is Jimmy Novak. He was born in 1973 in Pontiac, Illinois where he resided his entire life. He is married to Amelia Novak and they have a daughter named Claire together.” Garcia resided.
“So that wasn’t Castiel, like we thought?” JJ asked.
“It doesn’t look like it, but Jimmy went missing in 2008 and he has never been found, again until now.” Déjà vu. “He ended up being presumed dead 5 years after he went missing and there were no leads. Before you ask, I could not find the location of either Amelia or Claire. Both were filed as missing persons in 2011. Both are also presumed to be dead.”
There was a long pause on the on the other end of the line as the team took in the information. Prentiss was the first to break the silence.
“What does that even mean? This is the second person that we have come across that goes missing, is presumed dead and is actually alive and well living off the grid.”
Reid opened his mouth to reply but he paused and furrowed his brow before he shut his mouth.
“You were going to say something,” Hotch said to Reid having caught him silencing himself. “What was it?”
Reid took a few seconds to organize his thoughts before he told them his theory, “Based on what Garcia found,” Reid started. “It seems like that man wasn’t Castiel but the only people that Y/N had mentioned by name were Castiel, Dean and Sam. She also said that a man was coming back to them and that she was happy about it.”
“She seemed relieved,” Hotch added with a nod.  
“See!” Reid continued; his voice sped up at the excitement of untangling the web they had found themselves in. “The probability of someone else being involved seems unlikely. The man that rescued her wasn’t with the Winchester’s at the gas station but assuming the Winchester’s were involved in her rescue, which is extremely plausible, especially when you consider their track record of getting out of sticky situations, the man that was going to them had to also be involved in the rescue since neither Sam nor Dean were the ones that came through the portal to get her. Since there is no logical explanation for the rescue that they conducted, and Y/N said that Castiel was an angel, the only reasonable theory for what happened in the interrogation room is angelic involvement.”
Everyone stared at him for several moments trying to process what he had just said. Garcia broke the silence first.
“So, to clarify, you are saying that even though that man is Jimmy Novak, I’m one hundred percent certain of this, he is also the angel Castiel because of probability and that there isn’t an explanation for the portal thingy?” Garcia questioned.
“Yes,” Reid said with a nod of his head.
“No offense, but that doesn’t make any damn sense,” Morgan said.
“None of this makes sense. You’re right,” Reid agreed. “But we are in completely different territory here and we don’t exactly know what we are dealing with. We just found out that vampires are real. Who’s to say that a man who was born on Earth couldn’t also be an angel?” Reid questioned.
“My head hurts,” JJ said holding her temples.
“So does mine,” Rossi said as he leaned his head back on the seat with his eyes closed.
“I agree with Reid,” Hotch said. “We will go forward as if the man that broke,” a pause, “Y/N out was Castiel until we are proven otherwise.”
The team didn’t all necessarily agree with this, mostly because they couldn’t wrap their heads around the thought of angels being real on top of everything else, but they weren’t going to cross Hotch now. He had the most riding on this investigation and if that were the course he wanted to take they were going to follow him, just like they would with any other case.
When no one contradicted him, Hotch spoke to Garcia, “Did you have anything else for us?”
“No, sir,” she said. “I am still waiting for something to pop up. I haven’t stopped looking though.”
“Good. We will be back soon.” Hotch replied. “Call if anything comes up.”
“Yes, of course,” she said.
“Later, baby girl,” Morgan said with a smirk on his face.
“Bye, chocolate thunder.” Garcia said flirtatiously before hanging up.
The rest of the plane ride was silent as the team processed what they had just discovered. Hotch stared out the window, his brows furrowed, and the team could only imagine what was circling through his mind.
  Life went back to normal at the bunker, well as normal as their lives could be. Dean had talked to Sam and Cas about his conversation with you and they promised not to bring it up or push you into a different decision no matter what their opinions were. The three of them wanted you to be happy above all else, but you weren’t currently happy. You were hardly sleeping, not that you told them that but the darkness under your eyes spoke the words you didn’t, and even though you tried as hard as you could to joke around with them like you used to, it wasn’t the same.
There were sometimes when the four of you would be sitting down together to eat or research a case and one of them would look over at you and you would be staring off into space. Your eyes would glaze over, and the men knew who was tangled in your thought. They would look among themselves before one of them would ask you a question to bring you back to the present.
It had been a couple of days since you had come back from nearly being locked up and Sam had found a case. The four of you were sitting in the war room. You were currently sipping your coffee and reading a book of lore, while Dean and Cas were looking for a case along with Sam. He didn’t know how he felt about you going out on a case so soon after what had happened. Not that you couldn’t handle yourself, you were an excellent hunter, but he didn’t want to push you too far too soon, so he decided to text Dean his concerns.
Dean picked up his phone at the chime and his eyes squinted in confusion when he saw Sam’s name. After he read the text, he looked up at Sam and shrugged. He honestly thought it was up to you. Cas noticed the exchange and elbowed Dean from his spot next to him. Dean showed him the text and Cas grabbed the phone from Dean and responded to Sam.
Sam’s phone vibrated a moment later and he read that Cas also thought it should be up to you, which he supposed was fair.
“If you guys have something you want to say and can say it,” you said not look up from your book. The three men’s eye widened at getting caught. Sam cleared his throat, causing you to look up at him before he answered you.
“I found a case.” He said and looked between Dean and Cas before continuing. “We–uh we didn’t know if you were up for one yet or not.”
You looked at him with confusion. “Why wouldn’t I be up for a case?”
“Y/N/N,” Dean said gently. “You have been through a lot lately. It’s okay if you want to sit this one out. We would understand.”
“I’m fine,” you snapped. You didn’t need a break. You could handle it. “Sam, what do you got?”
Sam looked to Dean and Cas before starting, “There have been a string of bodies found in Clarksburg, West Virginia missing their hearts.”
“A classic,” Dean said with a nod and a giddy smile. “Who’s ready to take down a werewolf?”
After everyone was packed and ready to go the four of them headed to the garage where the impala was parked. Sam grabbed your arm to stop you in the hallway as Cas and Dean continued, Dean going on about how they hadn’t hunted a werewolf in what felt like years.
You looked at him in confusion as Sam watched the other two walk around the corner so they were out of ear shot.
“Are you sure you want to go on this hunt?” he asked you his hand still holding your arm.
You sighed, “Sam, I really am fine.”
“I know you think you are, or at least pretending to be but this has been hard for you. We can see it,” Sam told you. “If you want to sit this one out, we will understand.”
You looked down to the ground, biting you lip. “I can’t be here by myself,” you said. “My thoughts will be racing and I’m afraid if I get to wrapped up in them, I will try to go find him.” You shared.
Sam squeezed your arm reassuringly. “Would that really be a bad thing?” he asked.
“I can’t, Sam.” You whispered. “It would be selfish of me to try and bring him into this life. He deserves better.”
“You could always leave the life,” Sam said. You opened your mouth to protest but he stopped you. “I know you think it’s all or nothing. That if you leave, we will never see each other but it doesn’t have to be that way. We will always be family and you would be welcome here any time you pleased.”
You stood in silence for a moment taking in Sam’s suggestion. Once you looked up at him, Sam could see the pain in your eyes. “It’s not just bringing him into this life that bothers me.” You paused and the breath you let out shook. “What if he doesn’t want me?” you questioned, breaking Sam’s heart. “I’m a currently wanted for murder and he is the one hunting me. Even though I didn’t kill that vamp I have killed others. I have screwed up and innocent people have died. He wouldn’t want someone like that.”
Sam hadn’t realized until that moment how much hunting had affected you. You joined the life so young after one of the most horrendous moments in your life. It had taken a long time for you to start to open up to him and his brother so it made some sense that you would be apprehensive about bringing someone else into your life or question if they would want to be there.
“He works for the FBI,” he told you. “I’m sure there are people he wasn’t able to save or bad guys he had to kill to save someone else. He will understand that.” Sam tried to reassure you.
“You can’t know that for sure,” you said. “He might just think I’m a murderer. Or that I’m insane. I told him about the life. All the things that go bump in the night. Most people don’t believe that is real.”
“I think he would,” Sam replied. “Dean told us about how you felt about him. The connection you felt from the moment you saw him. If you feel that, then he must feel it too.” He reasoned. “So, if he believes that you are his soulmate then why wouldn’t he believe everything else too?”
You take in a shaky breath, “If Dean told you about that then you also know why I can’t let him in.” you pull your arm from his hand. “Please respect my wishes and let it go.”
Sam searched your eyes hoping maybe he will see something in your face that will help him to change your mind, but he finds nothing. Your walls are sky high.
“Okay,” Sam sighed. “I won’t bring it up again.”
“Thank you,” You breathed, clearly relieved.
“Come on, let’s go.” You and Sam head towards the garage so the four of you can leave.
 After landing in Quantico, the team is immediately stopped by Strauss almost as soon as they walk through the door of the BAU.
“Did you even try to look for Y/N Y/L/N, or did you leave the moment she broke out.” Strauss demanded, her hands on her hips as she glared daggers at Agent Hotchner.
Hotch sighed. He had really hoped he could at least get settled into his office before Strauss demanded answers. It was true they hadn’t looked for you after you had disappeared, but they didn’t have any leads. Which Hotch relayed to Strauss.
“If we thought we had a chance at finding her we would have stayed, but we had nothing to go on. I thought our time was better spent on cases we can actually help with,” he told her.
She stared at Hotch for a few moments, her hands on her hips as if she were trying to decipher if he was telling the truth. Hotch stared back, knowing if he didn’t break eye contact or give an inclining that he knew of something else, she would eventually give in and head back to her office.
With a sigh, she dropped her hands from her hips and looked out into the bullpen before turning back to the group. “If anything comes up with that case, I want you back on it.” she said to Hotch.
“Of course,” he said with a nod. Strauss turned and headed back to her office. The team deflated once her back was turned, the tension disappearing.
“I’m so glad I’m not the one that she demands answers from,” Reid muttered. The team nodded in agreement. Hotch told them all to get settled and work on their reports. They dispersed to their designated desks. Once Hotch got into his office he collapsed on to his desk chair and put his head in his hands. He knew they should have come up with a better story than what they told but really what were they supposed to say?
The story they had woven together for local law enforcement and Strauss was that you had broken out when they were trying to move you to a cell. In normal circumstances they would have stayed to further investigate, to try and find you again, but because the team knew there were no leads and that you could be all the way across the country by now, they decided it was best to go back to Quantico. Hotch had wanted to stay just in case something turned up, but he knew in his gut you were no longer in Bloomington, Indiana. They thought it would be better to continue other cases while working yours on the side, that way no one looked too far into what they were doing.
Hotch scrubbed his hands down his face before looking around his office. He truly hoped that Garcia would find something soon. He needed to find you, like he needed to breathe. He sighed as his thoughts started racing, just like they did every time he started to think about you.
He understood why you had left. You were wanted for murder, even though he knew now that you didn’t do it, and the opportunity had come for you to get out of it. That didn’t change the fact that you had known about him for years before the two of you had met. Sure, you had said that you didn’t want to put that person, him, in danger but he could handle himself in violent situations. His occupation with the FBI had to tell you that now. The discovery of monsters and demons being real was still fresh but that didn’t mean he couldn’t learn. Nor would he want to take you away from the family you had made, so why hadn’t you come to find him was strange to him. Surely, you felt the same pull he did, the same itchiness underneath the skin at the fact that you weren’t together. It couldn’t just be him. Right?
A thought flashed through his mind that caused his chest to burn with anxiety. Maybe you had been disappointed. You finally met the man that you had probably been putting on a pedestal for years and the real thing was a disappointment. Hotch shook his head, running is fingers through his hair. Pulling at it. You were disappointed and that was why you had left, why you hadn’t so much as googled his name to find anything out about him.
He pulled a deep breath into his nose and blew it out of his mouth, trying to calm himself down. It didn’t matter if you were disappointed. Even if he found you and you wanted nothing to do with him, he needed answers to all the questions he had, and he deserved to know if that was truly how you felt.
Hotch pulled his fingers from his hair and took another deep breath. He shoved his thoughts of you to the back of his mind. Compartmentalizing the parts that brought anxiety and started working on his reports, hoping that he was wrong.
 The drive from the bunker to Clarksburg, West Virginia is full of theorizing, junk food, and classic rock, like most drives with Team Free Will went. As Sam and Dean bickered about their theories on the case, you sat in the back seat of the impala with Cas. You were staring out the window, watching the trees zoom by and the wind from your open window blowing your hair. Long drives had become your place to think and relax before the four of you spent the next however long, it varied from case to case, fighting the monster of the week. 
You had hoped getting on the road again would help you and bring you out of the funk that you had been in since you left Aaron but so far it wasn’t what you hoped. You were currently 8 hours into the drive and all you could think about was the soulmate you had left behind. About what he was doing, where he was, if he was okay. Your mind raced with these thoughts and you were starting to wonder if you had made the right decision. Was pushing him away actually the right thing to do? Maybe Dean and Sam were right, and everything would work out for the best if you went after what you genuinely wanted.
You looked around the car at the four men, who were carrying on with their theories and you remembered all the times you had almost lost them. All the times one of them had died and you had thought this time it would stick. The flash of pain this caused you, fortified you in your decision that you had to stay away from Aaron. The pain it caused you now would be nothing compared to if you lost him for good.
Coming out of your thoughts you started to pay attention to what the men were saying.
“So, get this, I did some more digging, and it turns out that the killings didn’t happen on a full moon,” Sam said. “There has been one killing a week for the past month.”
“Wait,” Dean replied. “So not a werewolf?”
“It could be something we haven’t come across before.” Cas chimed in.
“That’s true. There could be other monsters that eat human hearts that we don’t know about yet.” You answered.
There is a pause where Cas, Dean and Sam all glance over at you surprised to hear you impute. You hadn’t said anything for most of the ride. Dean is the first to shake off his surprise.
“I guess you could be right. Thought we had come across everything at this point.” he said. “Damn, I was excited for a werewolf.” Was muttered under his breath.
“So, if it’s not a werewolf we have to start from scratch. I’ll start looking up anything else that might have a thing for human hearts.” Sam said.
“Cas,” you said. “Do you know of anything that eats human hearts other than werewolves?”
Cas squinted his eyes and thought for moment. “There isn’t anything in creation that I can think of that solely eats human hearts like werewolves do. Maybe it is a creature that normally eats human flesh but has found it prefers the taste of hearts.”
“A flesh-eating monster that has decided that it likes the taste of human hearts,” Dean deadpanned. “That really narrows it down. Thanks, Cas.”
Cas rolled his eyes. “I was just answering Y/N question. It could be something else entirely.”
“Guys, seriously,” Sam said, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the three of them. You always found their arguing amusing.
“Let’s just play it by ear. Work it like we would any other case. We’ll figure it out.” you told them.
“Fine,” Cas and Dean said. Sam turned to meet your eyes both of you shaking your heads at the other two. You turned back to the window a small smile on your face. Maybe it would be okay.
 Aaron was exhausted the next morning when he came into work. Even though he had finally been able to sleep in his own bed and had gotten to see his son, Jack, sleep hadn’t come easy for him that night. After putting Jack down, Aaron had gone to bed, physically and mentally exhausted from the previous days’ events. Once he had finally laid down though sleep wouldn’t come to him. He tossed and turned for most of the night before crashing around 3 am.
Even though he was exhausted, he hid it well and the team didn’t notice how fatigued their boss was when he walked into the room and sat down at the round table. After taking a moment to get settled and everyone to have a seat, Hotch asked Garcia to start.
“My lovely crime stoppers, I first wanted to start and say that I haven’t found anything in the case of our missing friend, but I am working around the clock to find her.”
Hotch gave her a small smile and nod, “Thank you, Garcia.” He truly did appreciate all the effort Garcia had gone through to help him. All there was to do was wait and he hated it, but the only other option was to leave and look for you himself. He had Jack and the team to think about though. So, no matter how much it killed him, he stayed. Waiting.
“Of course, sir.” Garcia nodded before starting in about their new case. “Today’s case is rough. Over the span of four weeks, four bodies have been found in various parts of Clarksburg, West Virginia. Claire Donovan, twenty-four; Amy Scotts, fifty-four; Tony Evans, thirty-three and Charles Davies sixty-one were all found with their hearts ripped out of their chests.”
“Wait,” Morgan interrupted. “Ripped out?”
“Yes,” Garcia said, attentively. “The coroner said it looked as if someone had put their hand through each victims’ chest and pulled their heart out.”
“T–that’s not physically possible,” Reid stuttered out.
“There has to be another explanation for it,” Hotch said. He agreed with Reid, no normal human could do to these victims what it did.
 “Could it have been an animal?” Rossi questioned. It was still farfetched, but it was more plausible than a human doing it.” 
“The M.E. ruled that out. There was no animal hair found on any of the bodies and they were found in city limits.” Garcia told the team. “The strangeness of the case is why they called us in.”
“There is no other explanation for it though.” JJ stated. “It had to be an animal.”
 “What if it wasn’t done by an actual hand?” Prentiss questioned. “A machine could have been used to pull a heart through their chests.”
“Yeah, that is what I thought at first, but then I got to this tidbit of information.” Garcia pointed her remote to the screen and brought a picture up. The item in the picture was about half an inch long. One end was jagged as if it had been broken and it was milky in color. Realization dawned on the team.
“A piece of fingernail broke off in one of the victim’s chests. The DNA came back as 80 percent human. The last 20 percent was unidentifiable. The forensic pathologist on the case ruled it to being an error of the machine.”
Everyone turned towards Hotch, their thoughts now on the same page. Hotch was staring at the screen, at the picture of the fingernail. What were the odds that a case, clearly revolving around something unnatural, would pop up right after they had met you? Right after you had brought them into your world.
 Hotch turned towards the team, looking around the table at each member.
 “Wheels up in thirty.”
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qvid-pro-qvo · 6 hours ago
Can you please do 📝 with Hotch please? :)
“hey, i can’t give details, but i won’t be home until late,” aaron told you that morning, or rather, told your voicemail. he told you and jack that he loved you both, and then the call was over, no more than fifteen seconds of words before he vanished.
you knew when you got the message that it was bad, the kind of bad that kept locations and terror alerts under wraps, the kind of bad that might not bring him home alive.
so when you hear the door click, the tell-tale sign of a lock clicking, it’s relief that floods your veins, followed by horror at the way he’s still dirtied and bruised and battered. but you go to hug him anyway, breathing in smoke and soot and aaron under it all, and you don’t miss the way that he holds you as tight as he can bear, pressing his nose into your neck and wishing he could say why what’s out there scares him so bad.
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ioweitalltoyou · 8 hours ago
I don’t know if this prompt is too personal, but I was wondering if you could do a Hotch x reader where he helps R quit smoking? Maybe it’s a platonic relationship at first, but turns into a romantic one?
I got you!
Hopefully, you like it!
Addicted to You
Aaron Hotchner x reader
Warnings: Child abduction, smoking, typical criminal minds stuff (let me know if i missed anything)
Words: 661
‘God. This case is going to kill me,’ I thought to myself.
A child had been kidnapped and we were in charge of finding him. These cases always hit closer to home. Hotch had sent Emily and Derek out to talk to the neighbors while Rossi and JJ had gone to talk to the Mom. While Spencer was working to find where they could have taken Hannah, Hotch and I were looking over all of the evidence.
“We are getting nowhere,” I said to Hotch as I took my eyes off the papers in front of me and looked at him across the table.
“We just have to keep looking,” he responded with his eyes still on the paper.
“Ok. I'll be back in a couple of minutes. Text me if you need me,” I said as I got out of my seat and left the room. As I was leaving, I didn’t notice Hotch watching me leave with a look of disappointment in his eyes. With a shake of his head, he went back to his papers.
As soon as I got outside, I grabbed my pack of cigarettes and my lighter and walked to sit on a bench outside of the precinct that we were stationed in. Ok. Look. I know that cigarettes are bad for you. I have been around smokers all my life. The reason that I smoke is that it helps with my anxiety. Especially while I am on cases like this.
After I finish my cigarette, I go back inside to see the rest of the team is back and sitting around the table.
“Her mom wasn't able to tell us anything. All she said was that Hannah wasn't there when she went to pick her up from school,” JJ said.
“Let's get Garcia to look at the traffic cams and cameras around the school so that we can find out who took her,” Hotch said as he was dialing for Garcia on his phone.
A few hours later
Hotch’s phone rang while we were all talking around the table trying to figure out who would kidnap Hannah.
“What do you have Garcia?,” Hotch asked her when he picked up the phone.
“I was able to pull up the camera feed from the school. I'm sending it to your phone now.”
As we watched the video, we were able to see who took her. Hannah came out of the school and started to sit on the steps to wait for her mom. A man in a red hoodie came up to her and grabbed her hand. Turns out that Hannah had gone with the man on her own accord.
“Garcia. I need you to do facial recognition on the man that Hannah left with.”
“Already done sir. His name is Cody Smith. Turns out that he is Hannah's father and just got laid off from his job.”
“That must have been the stressor,” Rossi says.
“Garcia, send us the address,” Hotch responds.
“Already sent.”
“Let's go.”
We all go put on our vests and get in the car. Aaron and I end up in one car while the others are split between two other cars. Aaron is in the driver's seat while I am in the passenger's seat.
“I could use a cigarette right about now,” I said to him.
“Cigarettes are bad for you. You shouldn’t be smoking them.”
“It's just for anxiety.”
“I'll make you a deal,” he responds. “If you can make it back home without smoking a cigarette then I will take you to that new restaurant you have been wanting to try out.”
“What am I supposed to do if I start having anxiety again,” I said back to him.
“Then you come to me and I will take your hand then we will start talking through it. But no more cigarettes,” he says as he takes one hand off the steering wheel and brings it to hold my hand.
“Deal.”
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uncpanda · 9 hours ago
Can you do hug #31 with Aaron Hotchner please??
Yes!!! This is the last of the hug drabbles! A new drabble list will be coming soon. Or I’ll open requests! not sure yet!!!! Let me know if you have a preference. 
Aaron Hotchner x Fem!reader 
You’re in the middle of a blind date when you get the call. And while the man sitting across from you isn’t the one filling your fantasies every night, he’s nice enough. You sheepishly excuse yourself, and you’re pleasantly surprised when he doesn’t give you any grief about it. You say you’ll call and you head out. 
You know you’re going to get questions, dressed to the nines, and ready for a night out on the town. And sure enough there are a few whistles and claps as you walk in. 
“Well don’t you look nice.” 
You smile at JJ, “Blind date my sister set me up on.” 
“And?”
You shrug, “Nice enough. Might try a full date when we get back.” 
“If you’re done?” 
the interruption comes from a surly looking Hotch, and your brow furrows. Speaking of fantasies . . . 
You sit a little straighter, and nod, “Of course.”
You get through the briefing and you’re given thirty minutes to get everything, on his way out Hotch stops next to you and says, “Unless you plan on going to a crime scene in heels, I’d recommend changing.” 
Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline, and your mouth drops open in shock. Hotch has never talked to you like that in your life. More often than not you’re the one he’s closest to the one he talks to and sits by. You’re the one who can usually make him smile. 
You stomp after him, slamming the door closed behind you and making him jump ever so slightly. “Where do you get the nerve to critisize what I wear. Dave has showed up in a full tuxedo before. Prentiss and Garcia have shown up in club gear, and I come in dressed nicely for a date and you give me crap about it? that’s not okay.” 
He stares at you, “You’re right.” 
And just like that the anger leaves your body, “Seriously? You’re a jerk and now you’re done? What’s with that?” 
“I don’t know.” He moves behind his desk, very clearly trying to put some distance between the two of you. 
“You don’t like that I went on a date.” the thought escapes your mouth before you can stop it, and before you can move to cover yourself, he says, 
“No. I don’t.” 
Your eyes go wide and your voice goes to a whisper, “What?” 
“You are perhaps, my best friend. Next to Haley you know more about me than anyone else. My son adores you, my ex loves you, and you . . . are one of the most important people in my life. And for years . . . years I’ve known that while I’m an important person in your life I’ll never be the person in your life. And tonight reminded me of that.” 
You’re across the room in a heartbeat, you push his chest lightly so that he sits in the chair before climbing on top of him, straddling his legs as your arms go around his neck and you smash your mouth against his. His arms wrap around you and crush you to his chest. 
When you finally pull away, because you need to breath, you find yourself panting. You look Aaron in the eyes and you see the love there. He pushes a strand of hair out of your face. “We’ll explore this when we get back?” 
“Absolutely.” 
“Good.” His voice is husky, and you’re not at all surprised when he drags you back down for another kiss. You are surprised when Emily walks in twenty minutes later to interrupt your makeout session with a cry of disgust, and complaints about needing her brain washed. You and Aaron just dissolve into laughter. 
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scorpio-hotch · 11 hours ago
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Secret Softie
I had so much fun writing my first fic i decided to write another!! Thank you to everyone who everyone who enjoyed my last fic and thank you to @softhairedhotch for looking this one over for me. I hope you enjoy!! <33
Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: tw alcohol consumption, like 1 curse word
Aaron sighed as he went to open the front door. He had a long, rather boring day at work and all he wanted to do was cuddle up in your arms for the rest of the night. It wasn’t like Aaron hated his job, quite the opposite actually, he loved his job and everyone he worked with, he was just tired and ready to go from Supervisory Special Agent Hotchner to your sweet Aaron. 
When he opened the door though, he heard something coming from the living room. Laughter? But it wasn’t just your laugh. He called out to you, “Y/N, I’m home.”
As he rounded the corner to the living room he saw it. You, Penelope Garcia, and Emily Prentiss all sitting on the couch drinking wine and chatting. Ever since introducing you to the team Penelope and Emily have taken something of a liking to you. It was not uncommon for the 3 of you to hang out, (Reid sometimes joining you) often getting drinks or brunch. Aaron loved that the members of his team liked you, what he didn’t love was that his plans of snuggling you until you both fell asleep were now ruined. 
“Hi baby!” you said as you looked up at him.
“Hi? What’s going on?”
“Emily and Penelope came over to hang out.”
“I can see that.”
Aaron looked over at his coworkers. Emily gave him a small smile before taking a sip of her wine, while Penelope opted to say, “Hello sir!”
“Hello Garcia. Emily.”
He turned to look back at you, “We got a glass for you if you’d like to join us”
He stared at you for a moment while he weighed his options. After a moment he just sighed “Alright. Let me go get changed first.”
You smiled up at him as he leaned down to give you a small kiss before turning around to make his way to your shared bedroom. 
Aaron returns a few minutes later in a soft gray t-shirt and jeans. Sitting down on the couch next to you, he accepts the glass of wine that you offer to him. He thanked you for it, cuddling into your side. While he would never usually be this affectionate with you in front of his teammates, tonight he says ‘fuck it’, he’s in his own home he can do whatever he wants. You're not complaining, moving your hand to rest on his shoulder. 
Emily and Garcia are a little shocked at the display in front of them, they have never seen their grumpy, stoic boss so soft and cuddly. They pushed their astonishment aside going back to chatting with you. This went on for a while, Aaron mostly sat back and listened, taking sips of his drink, enjoying listening to you 3 go from topic to topic. That is until you off-handedly brought up the fact that Aaron was in a band in college. “Oh my god! You were in a band!” Penelope gasped out and Emily almost spit out her drink.
“Yeah he was, he played guitar.”
“Hotch, you can play guitar?”
“How come you never told us?!?”
Both their attention now on Aaron. His cheeks are flushed red with embarrassment as he tries to hide his face in your neck “uhh… yeah I play a little.” he mumbles out.
Penelope and Emily stare at their usually strong, stoic leader melting into his partner’s side with blushy little cheeks. Emily laughs, “I can’t even picture you playing guitar, let alone be in a band.”
“There are pictures, do you wanna see?” you blurt out.
“Yes!” they both yelled at the same time. 
You stand up, taking a moment to look down at your beautifly flustered boyfriend. You made your way over to the bookshelf and pulled out an old photo album that contained all the pictures from Aaron’s younger days. The girls join you as you flip open to a page, pointing at a picture of a 19 year old Aaron with long hair holding a guitar, “Here look.”
Penelope squealed “Oh my god, Hotch, you were so cute” 
Emily just put her hand over her mouth unable to say anything. You pointed to another picture of him on stage with the rest of his bandmates, his hair was falling forward over his face as he concentrated on playing the song, “This one is my favorite.”
Emily looks at the album you're holding, “Is that whole thing just pictures of Hotch?”
“Yeah, it’s mostly high school and college. Maybe a little bit from law school.”
“We need to see all of it!”
You look up at Aaron, who gives you a look that says ‘well go ahead.’ You smile to yourself and go back to join him on the couch, album in hand, you know this is gonna take awhile.
You go through every page of the album, stopping for the girls to gush about almost every picture, sometimes Aaron supplying little anecdotes that go along with the pictures. 
“Was that from that pirate musical you were in with Haley?”
Aaron chuckled a little, “Pirates of Penzance, yes.”
“You were so cute!”
“I was terrible in it, but Haley seemed to be impressed” he says with his head on your shoulder.
You turn your head towards him, “I bet I would have been impressed too.” pressing a kiss to his forehead.
He chuckled at that.
After what seemed like hours you guys had gotten through all the photographs and the girls were getting ready to leave. Penelope hugged you and Aaron, “Who knew the boss was such a softie”
“Don’t tell anyone”
“We’re telling everyone” Emily interjects going in for a hug too.
With his teammates gone, Aaron pulls you down to the couch to finally fully cuddle you. You rested your head on his chest and brushed your fingers through his hair as he let out a content hum, “I’m sorry letting the girls know how secretly soft you are”
He looks down to place a kiss on your forehead, “It’s okay, love”
“They’re gonna tell the whole team everything, aren’t they?”
“Yep.”
“And you’re never gonna live this down, are you?”
“Nope.”
You giggled, “How come your soft side is a secret anyways?”
Aaron thought about the question for a moment, “Well, I guess I just like keeping my soft side all for you.”
“Good, I like having my sweet sweet Aaron all to myself.”
You smile up at him, he connects his lips to yours in a tender kiss. As you break away you cuddle farther into his chest as he wraps his arms tighter around you. There is nothing you love more than snuggling with your big softie.
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ioweitalltoyou · 12 hours ago
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Hey Guys!
I know that I havent been that active on here recently. College has been kicking my butt. Now that I have passed my classes I am ready to get back into writing!
I just got my wisdom teeth taken out yesterday so I have time to sit down and write.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
Let me know if you have any request! You can see everyone I write for on my masterlist
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uncpanda · 14 hours ago
Could you do #27 with Aaron pretty please 💜💙💜
I love how this turned out. At home, domestic, dad!hotch is one of my favorites! I hope you like it. 
Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader 
Prompt 27: piggy back hugs
Drabble Requests are close, just finishing up what’s in my inbox! 
You watch as Aaron runs around the apartment with Jack on his back. The little boy is giggling and hanging on for dear life, as Aaron zigs one way and then zags the other, before turning in a few circles. You can see when the energy starts to go, and he stops by the couch. You get into position, and with a confidence that amazes you and thrills you at the same time, Jack lets go and falls into your arms. 
You tickle him for a second before blowing a raspberry on to his belly and making him giggle some more. He returns the favor by smushing your cheeks between his little hands, turning your face, and blowing one onto your cheek. This time, you’re the one laughing. Aaron plops down behind you, and pulls the both of you into his arms. 
You’re not quite sure how your boyfriend does it; managing a high stress job, being a dad, and making time for you, but he does. The cuddle session lasts a fe more seconds before Aaron declares its bed time and swoops Jack off for his nightly bed time routine. You kiss Jack goodnight and then step back to give them some father son time. 
While they do that you start picking up: righting throw pillows and carrying ice cream bowls into the kitchen, where you start picking up next. You pile dirty dishes into the sink and start putting away the leftovers and condiments. You’re in the middle of wiping down the counters when Aaron comes in. He drops a kiss on the top of your head, and goes to load the dishwasher. 
You stop to watch him for a second, before tossing the washcloth to the side. You go up behind him, go up on your tiptoes, and wrap your arms around his neck, giving him a hug. One of his hands briefly covers your clasped ones, before both of his hands sneak back and grab your thighs, before you know it you’re on your own piggyback ride to the bedroom. 
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incredibly-ludacris · 20 hours ago
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Beg and Blush
Request: Nope came straight from my noggin
Summary: during sex Spencer feels guilty and reader assures him during aftercare
A/N: sorry this is shitty I'm so fucking tired
Couple: Sub!Spencer x Fem!dom Reader
Category: smut (NSFW)
Warnings: aftercare, starts in the middle of smut, Sub!Spencer, degrading, mommy kink, punishment, unprotected sex, aftercare
Word Count: 1947
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Spencer’s poor pathetic whimpers filled the room, but he definitely wasn’t complaining. And neither were you. It was around 11 p.m. and Spencer's hands were gripping your shared bed sheets so tight that his knuckles were pure white. His desperate moans filled the air.
You see about 45 minutes ago you came home from a very long day at work to see your boyfriend touching himself. Now he claimed that he was wishing it was you the entire time. Which was the full-hearted truth, because you heard him moaning your name. His legs shaking, his eyes closed, your name leaving his lips.
But a punishment was indeed in order. “Remember this feeling the next time you think it’s ok to touch yourself without mommy’s permission ok?” you cooed, loving how his face contorted with pleasure and pain.
His breaths were incredibly shaky, “Y-yes mommy. Of course I’m so sorry, I-I was so bad please, please just let me-” his sentence was interrupted by a desperate whine. His hips bucking against your hand as you stroked his dick.
His dick already starting to get sore. “Finish what you were saying baby,” you instructed as you watched his chest rise and fall rapidly, whiny moans slipping past his mouth. “Just let me make up to you, please. I will do anything to prove I can be good.” he cried, tears threatening to fall out of the corners of his eyes.
“Anything?” you ask innocently moving down slightly so Spencer could see more of your bare chest. His jaw lets out a silent scream trying not to moan. “Please- yes anything, I’ll do anything I’m a good boy I promise.” he whimpers as your index finger runs against his jawline.
“Well I do have something in mind,” you reply very suddenly, moving your hand from his dick. He wines at the loss of contact. You smirk as you walk over to the bed. You lay down on your back, your legs spread apart.
Spencer looks up at you with very hooded eyes. “To prove you're as good as you say you are, make me cum.” you say with a very confident smile. He nods his head quickly. Maybe a little too quickly.
He hastily positions himself with his mouth at you opening. He starts to move his hands on the sides of your panties, “Hey!” you yell, he looks up at you worry, flashing his eyes.
Had Spencer already broken a rule?
Yes, yes he had. “I’m 95% sure I asked you to do something and you gave no response,” you mention, sternly. Spencer knew exactly what he did wrong, his lip begins to pout as he looks up at you ashamed.
Your grin grows wider the pool of wetness already growing in your panties. “Yes mommy, I’m sorry. I’ve been so forgetful today,” he mumbles. Spencer had been very ‘forgetful’ today, and by forgetful, he meant timing his little rendezvous perfectly for when you came home, and you had just simply had no other option but to punish him. But his little ‘mommy’ mess was not intentional.
“You have been, makes me think I didn’t punish you hard enough.” you retort, though the pulse in your pants grows ever more persistent. “No- I mean I don’t think so, if you let me have just one more chance I can prove how good I can be,” he says, shrinking backward embarrassment filling his whole body. There is no logical reason why you should even take Spencer upon his plea, and he knows that too.
The spot in between your panties was aching to be touched and it didn’t help that spencer started to beg and blush. His begging was so adorable trying to prove he can be good even though you both know how royal fucked he is. But that didn’t matter now, you were too horny to care about the rules.
“I’m willing to let you have another chance but you can’t use your mouth this time,” you say looking lower down on his body. If you thought he was blushing before-
“Yes mommy,” he says slowly, pulling your panties away, revealing your dripping wet pussy. He gawked at the beautiful sight. You could feel his dick growing harder again, just at the sight of you.
He gulped, his adam’s apple following. He continued to stare at the very beautiful sight. “All of this for you Spencer,” you taunted in a sing-song voice. “F-for me?” he asks dumbfounded. ’No I don’t deserve this.’ he thinks guilt flooded his stomach.
He decides to push that feeling away. He continued to position himself just right, “Are you sure?” he asked quietly. You had to clench your jaw to stop yourself from smiling.
“Of course now go, we don’t have all night,” you murmured trying to hide your excitement. He nodded, slowly pushing into you, giving you time to adjust to his length. You're unable to hold back the gasp that leaves your lips.
The same one leaves Spencer as he enters the closest thing to heaven on earth… you.
Spencer starts to thrust into you, whimpers leaving his throat. To cut Spencer some slack you let a few moans slip out. He eventually starts to bury his head into your neck, trying to stabilize his thrust. “Mmm fuck Spencer your doing a good job, but remember you have to make me cum.”
“I know, don’t worry I'm a good boy I can do it! Promise!” he squeaks out, gripping the sheets next to your head harder. “You have to prove that Spence.” you taunted between moans.
You were definitely close and Spencer can definitely feel it.
Spencer’s dick twitched as a moan got caught in his throat. His mouth opens slightly, his forehead resting on your collar bone.
He was also very close to coming undone.
“Come on Spencer you can do it, make me cum with your pathetic dick.” you spat feeling your orgasm quickly approaching. The knot in your stomach tightening. “O-ok.” Spencer whimpered his legs shaking, he was biting down on his lip so hard he could swear that it would draw blood.
The orgasm was fast approaching. Your chest was rapidly going up and down, curses flew past your lips unable to hold on to them. “Spencer- fuck, I’m gonna-“ is all you can manage to make out before releasing.
Your back arches, your chest rubbing against Spencer’s. Your eyes roll back into your head, pleasure consuming your every thought. You let out a long drawn moan, your arms wrapped around his torso. His moans vibrate against your collar bone. White spots fill your vision, your legs twitching. Spencer fucks you sloppily through your organism, careful not to overstimulate you.
Eventually, your orgasm falls but Spencer is still going strong. Well, his legs are twitching and his breath is uneven anyways. You decide he has had enough torture for one day, “Are you gonna be a good boy and come for me?” You taunt as Spencer whines.
“what?” he asks through his desperate state. ’She’s letting me finish? No that’s not right’
“Go ahead come for me Spencer,” you repeat, digging your nails into his back. “O-ok,” he says quietly. Normally you would have reprimanded him for not using your name, but he looks different… ashamed, and embarrassed.
He picks up his pace, his orgasm hits him like a truck. Pleasure and guilt wash over him. Logical Spencer knows that you gave him full permission to finish, but a small part of his brain says that he is an ungrateful brat and doesn’t deserve it.
He pulls out of you, his stick mess falling off of him and mixing with yours. He let out a defeated sigh, his body weight falling on top of yours. You let out a small giggle.
“Baby I need you to move a little, ok? I need to clean you up.” you said, patting his back a little. He let out a deep sigh before rolling over, guilt lacing his every thought.
You went to the restroom, peeing and cleaning yourself up. You washed your hands before grabbing some tissue to clean up your mess of a boyfriend. You strut over to him.
There was a weird silence that filled the room as you cleaned him up. “Are you ok? Did I do something you didn’t like?” you asked finishing from your task of cleaning him of his sticky liquids.
Your words seemed to break Spencer out of his trance, “Mmm? What? No I enjoyed just like I always did, you were perfect and so forgiving even though I was-“ he started to ramble before looking you directly in the eye and stopping.
You let out a huff before walking into the on suite bathroom throwing away the evidence.
‘Great now she’s mad’, those were the words Spencer’s brain decided to focus on. Over and over again those words flooded his mind. Guilt wrapped his chest, he didn’t deserve you. You forgave him so quickly…
“Baby? What’s going on?” you ask, crossing your arms still naked. “N-nothing I’m sorry.” he squeaked walking past you. Well walking was a generous term he waddled.
He thought he had made it away successfully until you stopped him, “Now where do you think you’re going?” you asked pulling one of Spencer’s old Cal-Texh T-shirts on.
“Water, you must be thirsty.” he said confidently. Which was true to be fair. But something was not right about Spencer. “No. Sit. Something is not right with you. Spill.” you said pointing to the edge of the bed, where he was clinging to minutes ago.
“No I’m fine,” he said hastily trying to get the water and avoid this conversation. Not happening. “No, sit now.” you commanded, a little less forgiving. He stopped before walking back and sitting in the bed.
“What's wrong? And don’t tell me it’s nothing. Something is going on.” you said, looking over him, your arms crossed. “Nothings wrong.” he mumbles. But you're not convinced.
He avoided eye contact, you walked up to him forcing his chin to face you. He swallows hard, initially trying to look away but eventually gives in and stares at you. Cocking your right eyebrow up, he sighs.
“It’s just-“ he starts immediately stopping. Spencer is trying to decide whether he should just lie to your face or to tell the truth. “Spencer,” you warned, guiding his jaw towards your face.
He lets out a small whimper, “I just- uhhh I uhh, feel bad?” it comes out more like a question. Your face contorts slightly, “Why is that baby?” you asked your fingers dragging along his cheek.
Guilty? Why would he feel guilty?
“I- you just forgave me so early, and then you let me… I wouldn’t have forgiven me. I didn’t deserve that. I just feel guilty I didn’t do anything to earn that.” he says avoiding eye contact.
You adjust your position, your features softening. “Awww baby, don’t beat yourself up over it. I wouldn’t have given you such a good reward if I didn’t think you deserved it. And besides it’s ok to bend the rules sometimes, especially when you're horny and desperately need to be fucked by your boyfriend.” you commented, pulling him in by the sides of his face, kissing his forehead.
Spencer lets out a small laugh. You pull away from him slipping some underwear on before climbing into bed. Spencer stands up pulling some pajamas on. He snuggles his head right on your collar bone. You let out a breathy laugh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders pulling him closer.
“Goodnight, I love you Spencer.”
“Goodnight. I love you as well y/n”
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andreafmn · 20 hours ago
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Running in Circles - Chapter 6
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Word Count: 4,560
Characters: Female Reader Rossi Character, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia
Story Description: (Y/N) Rossi is following in her father’s footsteps by joining the BAU team as a profiler. The girl genius knew almost everything but she could have never predicted falling for Aaron Hotchner, her boss and her father’s friend. in their world mutual feelings are not enough to push them together. Will all the adversities and obstacles they face pull them together or push them apart forever?
*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Criminal Minds, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and CBS Network. The only thing I own is Arden Rossi, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ story line.
Chapter: 6/?
A/N: The domestic fluff that is in this chapter is too overwhelming!! If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.
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The last case we had worked on had been exhausting. Having Agent Ashley Seaver help with this case in New Mexico had not turned out the way anyone had hoped. She had been reckless, and things could have ended very differently for her. Ashley was only a probationary agent, and she had only joined us in this case because of who her father was and the intel she could provide on this type of unsub’s mind. I knew her story well, my father and Hotch being the ones that had caught her father, I had been able to learn all about the Beauchamp case.
I sympathized with her, knowing that her heart was in the right place. But in the field, we needed to let our heads lead because we weren’t just risking our lives but the lives of all our teammates. As we were going back home, Ashley sat at the back of the plane, far from the rest of the BAU members. The poor girl hadn’t stopped crying since we had found her in Drew Jacob’s residence. Derek and Spencer had fallen asleep, Emily was wrapped in a book, and my father and Hotchner had stepped away to talk when I decided to check on the new agent.
“Hi, Seaver,” I announced my presence. The blonde looked up at me and wiped away the tears that had been spilling from her eyes, gifting me a small smile. I sat across from her and returned the smile, trying to provide a sliver of comfort. “How’re you holding up?”
“I’ve been better,” she sighed. “Just beating myself over what I did.”
“I can’t excuse what you did because not only did you put yourself at risk, but you also put everyone at risk. But you are lucky enough that you’re able to learn from this, and I’m glad you were able to walk away physically unharmed from this situation.”
“Thank you, (Y/N).” She smiled, her eyes already bloodshot from the tears.
A throat clearing called out attention as my father sat next to me and Hotch stood beside us. I motioned to leave, but Hotch motioned that I could stay. I knew this was a reprimand, and the young agent was probably shaking in her bones.
“You were not supposed to go off on your own,” Hotch started.
“I know.”
“You could have been killed.”
“I know that, too.”
“Why, Ashley?” Dad questioned. “You’re smarter than that.”
“I never got to apologize to any of the victims. The families of the women my father killed.” She looked down, knowing no excuse would be good enough. “I thought if I could just apologize to one family that had been hurt that way…”
“I’m sorry that’s not good enough,” Hotchner interjected, and she affirmed by nodding her head. “By making that choice, you put everyone at risk. When you’re in the field, we are responsible to and for each other. We are a team.”
“I won’t do it again,” she tried to reassure.
“No, you won’t.” Hotch left, anger evident in his face. But I knew something else was bothering him. I looked to my father and excused myself as I walked past him to check up on our unit chief. My dad nodded and let me through, staying back to comfort the saddened agent in front of him.
Hotch had walked back to the front of the plane, to the small kitchenette that was parted off by a pair of curtains. He rested his weight against the countertop, rubbing his temples to appease the stress-induced headache he was probably feeling.
“Knock, knock.” I peeked my head through the curtains and his eyes softened at the sight of me. “How’re you feeling?”
“Yeah, dreading the paperwork this little hiccup is gonna entail,” he chuckled softly.
“That’s not what I’m talking about, Hotch. We’re coming up on a year.”
He sighed. This was a topic we hadn’t delved into since the event had happened. “I know. Jack has been having some problems, but it’s understandable. He still doesn’t fully understand what happened to Hayley, so he keeps asking about her, and he’s been having constant temper tantrums. It’s just a lot.”
“I’m so sorry, Hotch, I didn’t know. Why didn’t you say something?”
“I thought I could do it by myself, you know? As he grew up, I wasn’t there for a lot of the formative moments in his life, and now I’m the only parent he has left,” he sighed. “And I’m trying my best to do it all by myself, Jessica helps around when she can, but it’s still too much. I sometimes feel like he lost the wrong parent.”
“Don’t say that, Hotch.” My tone came out harsher than I intended, but this self-deprecating behavior did not sit well with me. “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times. You have been the best father to that little boy, and he loves you so much. It’s only normal that he will ask about his mom, he’s still a kid and can’t fully comprehend that his mom is gone. All he knows is that a year ago he went from seeing her every day, and now he hasn’t even heard her voice apart from videotapes. But that kid loves you so much, and he needs you now more than ever. If you need to take some time to be there for him, do it. You work too hard, and it’s okay to take a few days for yourself and for Jack.”
“It’s not easy to distance myself from the job when it’s who I am. I still don’t know how I did it last year.”
“You know you’re more than your job.” He stared into my eyes, trying to find the truth behind my words. It had always proven difficult for him to identify himself as anything other than the Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner. “You’re a brother, you’re a friend, you’re a father. This job is what you do, not who you are. I told you this last year, and I’ll keep saying it until you believe me, that little boy loves you with his whole being. You are what a real hero looks like. He’s growing and learning to cope with new emotions. He needs your attention right now. So, if you have to take a few days to be with your son, do it. We can handle the unit ourselves.”
“I guess I’m just too hard-headed to believe so,” he chuckled. When he acted this way, I always remembered one of the first times I had met Haley.
Hotch had invited my father and me to their home when I first started working with the FBI. When I had received the invitation, I felt nerves bundle in my body and live there until the day came. When I spoke to my dad about how nervous I felt, he could only laugh at me.
“There’s no need to be so nervous about this,” he chuckled.
“I’m going to go to my boss’s house, in a non-work environment, with his wife and son, and you for backup. I’ve only been here a month, I don’t wanna say or do something that will screw it up.”
“Darling, you’re overanalyzing this. It’s just an old friend asking his friend and his daughter to come over for dinner.” He had said to me. “He’s a different person outside of work.”
And I was able to witness that. The whole time we had been there the aura around him was different. He seemed to loosen up, sharing jokes and funny stories, something I had not seen up to that moment. At some point, he and my father had gone to the kitchen to serve dessert, leaving Haley and me behind – Jack had long gone left to bed. She was staring at the scene in front of us, a smile on her face as she swirled the wine in her cup.
“This is the Aaron I wish he always was,” she spoke up. “Not many people get to see this side of him. This is the man I fell in love with.”
As time went on, I understood what she meant. The Hotchner we knew at work was not the same Hotchner that would go home. Haley died with the hope that one day those two beings would morph and there wouldn’t be a separation of his personality. Slowly, they had started interlocking but there was still a clear divide.
“Head on home, Hotch,” I turned to him after we exited the plane. “I’ll finish the paperwork and send it to you for your signature.”
“I can’t ask you to do that, (Y/N). It’s the weekend, you should go home and rest.”
“I’m fine. I’ll stay overnight, and I’ll rest tomorrow. Go be with your son.”
“Thank you, Rossi. I owe you one,” he smiled.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
We parted ways and I headed to the office, stopping only to get coffee. I would need the caffeine to last tonight. Thankfully, Emily and Derek had volunteered to help me out so that I could finish faster. We had made camp in the briefing room, the cups of coffee steaming in the center, next to a box of donuts.
“Sorry to ruin your weekend like this, guys,” I apologized, feeling very guilty of stomping on any plans they had.
“It’s fine,” Emily reassured. “I was planning a night in with Sergio.”
“Sergio?”
“My cat,” she laughed. “But really, you don’t have to apologize.”
“Yeah, we’ll always help your lovesick ass with anything,” Derek mocked. Emily joined him in laughter as they snickered at my scowl. “Seriously, you don’t have to bend over backward for him. He’s a grown man.”
“We all need help sometimes, Derek.”
“But there are limits, (Y/N). Are you ever going to tell him how you feel?” I was taken aback by Emily’s question. Right now was the worst possible time to tell him, and I wasn’t planning to tell at any point in the near future.
“What good would it do right now? He’s still getting over Haley’s death; he has Jack to deal with, and I’m fine with just being his friend at the moment.”
“And what’s gonna happen when he does get over Haley and starts dating?” My breath hitched in my throat. I had never thought about that possibility. “Will you still be fine filling in the friend position?”
“I don’t know, Em. But for now, if this is how it must be, then so be it. Let’s just drop it and finish up. Please.”
“We just don’t want you to get hurt, (Y/N).”
“And I appreciate you guys worrying about me, D. One day I’ll deal with it. Just not today.”
The two agents seemed satisfied enough with my answer and delved back into work. I knew they were just looking out for my well-being, and I was thankful, but navigating feelings was something new to me. I knew the textbook methodology of how it could play out, and I had hypothesized the many endings to this situation that I could fathom, but there was still a huge margin of error. I could run everything systematically, but I could never account for human emotion. There was no way to know what kind of reaction I would generate from the unit chief.
A couple of hours had passed when we were finally done with the paperwork needed. Once midnight struck, I had told Emily and Derek to go home, that I would finish anything left by myself. It was a short negotiation, the exhaustion catching up to them. I grabbed all the necessary files and headed to Hotch’s office to fax them over to get his signature.
While I loaded the papers into the machine, the phone in the office went off. I debated for a second whether to answer or not. Given that it was so late at night, no calls should have been rolling in. Against my better judgment, I picked it up.
“SSA Hotchner’s office. This is Agent Rossi speaking.”
“You’re still at the office?”
“Hotch. What are you doing calling so late?”
“I wanted to see if you were still in,” he chuckled softly, speaking in a hushed tone. “Why are you still in?”
“Just got done. I was setting up the fax machine just now so you got the papers in the morning,” I explained. “Why are you awake at this hour?”
“Finally got Jack down like an hour ago. He wanted to keep watching some home videos, but it was already way past his bedtime, so I had to deal with a loud tantrum. It a lot to calm him down.”
He sounded defeated. I could only imagine what he was going through at the moment, and all I wanted to do was be there for him. “Why don’t you bring Jack over and stay the weekend at my place? A change of scenery might be good for you both.”
“I don’t want to impose on your time, (Y/N). You’ve done more than enough.”
“It’s fine, Hotch. I love having you guys over. Seriously, it’s no imposition.”
“Really?” I confirmed. “That’d be great, (Y/N). Jack loves going over there. I’ll come over in the morning.”
“Alright. I’ll get the room ready,” I smiled. “Get some sleep, Hotch.”
“Yeah, you too. Night, Rossi.”
“Good night, Hotch.” I put the receiver back to its place and decided to just take the files home to give to Hotchner tomorrow. If Emily or Derek had been there, I was sure they would disapprove of my decision to have the Hotchner boys over during the weekend.
At home, I went to the room the duo normally took place in. A couple of months ago I had redone the room, putting a built-in bunk bed that would work for both of them. The first time Jack had seen it, his face had lit up. He spent all night running up and down the stairs and jumping on the queen-sized bed that composed the bottom bunk.
I cleaned up in the room, replaced the sheets for fresher ones, left some towels on top of the dresser, laid out some of Jack’s toys on his bed, and running the clothes that were left here on a quick laundry cycle to make sure the weeks old clothes were fresh if they needed. By the time I was done, the clock had hit four-thirty in the morning. Before going to bed for a couple of hours, I washed the day away and laid my head on my pillow.
Sunlight started to shine onto my eyes before I knew it. My hand flew to my face to wipe the sleep away. I was still tired, but Hotch and Jack would arrive at any point in time. I hopped out of bed and went downstairs to put a pot of coffee to run before they arrived. I looked into the fridge, deciding on a bagel for a quick breakfast.
My phone beeped in my pocket. “On our way,” it read.
It would only take a few minutes before they got to my house, so I decided to head to the bakery down the street to have some fresh muffins in the house in case they had yet to eat something. While heading back, Hotch’s car rolled past me.
“(Y/N)!” Jack jumped out of the backseat of the car and ran to hug me, his hands wrapping around my waist.
“Hey, little man!” I ruffled his hair with my free hand and hugged him back. “It’s been a while.”
“Jack, you know you can’t jump out of the car like that.”
“It’s okay, Hotch. He’s sorry. Right, bud?”
“Yeah, sorry, dad.” Jack let go of my waist and took the box of muffins in his hands. “I’ll help you, (Y/N).”
“Thank you, little man.” I smiled at the little kid. “Hey, Hotch.”
“Hi, (Y/N). Did you sleep well?”
“Meh. Can’t tell how long I slept for, but I’m used to it,” I laughed. “Bedroom’s all set up. You have anything you wanna do today?”
“POOL!” Jack screamed out.
“You good with him getting in the pool?”
“Honestly, just anything to tire him out before bedtime,” he chuckled. “It was a really long night.”
“Alright, well, let’s go inside then.”
Hotch followed behind me as Jack enthusiastically opened the door. I was glad he felt at home in my house, comfortable enough to know where everything was. He stood on his tiptoes to be able to put the box on the counter and took a chocolate chip muffin from it. His tiny hands moved back a chair from the dining room table and softly climbed on it before happily munching on the pastry. Hotch also made his way to the kitchen and served himself a cup of coffee, silently watching the actions of his child. I could see he was stressed and tired, caring for a kid on his own could not be an easy task.
“You know if you wanted to go upstairs and sleep, you can. I’ll watch over Jack in the pool.”
“It’s too much, (Y/N). You’ve already done so much already by having us here.”
“Hotch, I’ve already said this far too many times. I truly don’t mind.” I laid my hand on his forearm for reassurance, enjoying the touch. “Go rest. No offense, but you need it.”
“What’re you trying to say?” He laughed.
“Nothing,” I chuckled back. “Just get Jack changed and go to sleep. All the clothes you guys have here are freshly cleaned and in the dresser. The beds have clean sheets and I put the duvet in the dryer this morning so it should be pretty warm right now. There’re towels on the dresser, and you know where everything is, so yeah.”
“Thank you, (Y/N).” Hotch set the mug on the counter and went in for a hug, which I gladly accepted. “Alright, buddy. Let’s go put on your swimming trunks for the pool. Now, (Y/N)’s gonna be looking after you for a bit so you have to listen to everything she says, okay?”
“Yes, daddy. Let’s go!” Jack was now tugging on his father’s arm, the muffin long forgotten on the table. I laughed at the interaction as the tall man let himself be pulled by the small child.
It didn’t take long for the small footsteps to patter down the stairs. The swimming suit Jack had on was light blue with green turtles on them, paired with the turtle floaties that hugged his arms.
“Okay, bud, finish up your muffin while I get changed, okay?” He nodded. “I’ll be right back.”
I hurried up the stairs and changed into a red one-piece, slipping a black coverup on top. Before heading back downstairs I peeked my head into the guest room, the door slightly ajar. I could hear the soft snores that were echoing from the room. I went inside the room to see that Hotch had passed out on the bed. He had managed to get the covers off but had not managed to cover himself with them. The light had been left on and the blinds undrawn. So, swiftly, I closed the curtains, turned off the light, and pulled the blankets to cover Hotch’s body.
“(Y/N), I’m done!” Jack called from down the stairs. Horch stirred slightly, and I decided to exit the room and close the door softly.
I jogged down the stairs to find an excited Jack waiting by the french doors that led to my backyard. “Okay, buddy. Let’s put on some sunscreen first, and then we’ll go outside.”
“I don’t wanna,” he whined.
“But you gotta,” I jokingly mocked. “Now, come on. Arms up.”
He spread his arms out and I sprayed the sunscreen on him, making sure to cover well the exposed skin. Then, I applied some cream sunscreen on my hands and warmed it up between my fingers before applying it to his face.
“Alright, kid, all done!”
“YES! Let’s go,” he exclaimed. He grabbed my hand and waited patiently as I opened the doors.
It was a comfortable day outside, with not much heat or humidity filling the air. Jack already knew where everything was in the house. He made his way to the built-in unit where his water toys were held and ran to the shed, where the pool floats were stored. He also knew on which part of the pool he was allowed to be in, so afterward he made his way to the hot tub that was connected to the pool. The jets were on, but the heater was off – I didn’t have to worry about the temperature.
The little boy wasted no time to get in the water and play around, his imagination running wild. I sat on the edge of the pool, and stuck my legs in, watching with adoration how the kid was playing. There didn’t seem to be an end to the world the boy had in his mind, and it was an entertaining scene to watch. Before I knew it, three hours had slipped by, and lunchtime was getting closer. Jack had gotten out a few times to munch on some snacks, but I could tell he was getting hungry.
“Hey, buddy. What do you think about some burgers for lunch?”
“Yummy!”
“Awesome! Let’s go inside and you can help me get the things out to the grill, yeah?”
“YES!” He got out of the pool and quickly dried off. He struggled a bit to get the doors open but was successful in his attempts. I followed behind him and walked to the fridge to grab what we needed. As I took the burger bag out of the freezer, Jack grabbed it from the bottom to help out. His little arms could give out any second, so I hurried to grab all the other things we needed.
“Okay, little man. Let’s go back out.” I laid the ingredients I had in my hand on the counter of the outside kitchen before lifting Jack to aid him in placing the bag on the counter. I turned on the frill and started working quickly, placing a plate of chips and a glass of water in front of Jack to subside him while the food was done. “So, what do you wanna watch, little man?”
“Spiderman,” he said excitedly. Across from the island counter he was sat on was a tv, a good distraction while I cooked. “Yay!”
While the burgers cooked, I cut some tomatoes and onions to place on the finished product. Then the doors behind me slid open. Hotch emerged through them, now clothed in swimming shorts and a t-shirt, sleep still sitting on his face. “Good afternoon, Hotch.”
“What time is it?”
“One, close to two. I’m almost done with the burgers if you wanna sit.”
“I’m watching Spiderman, daddy.”
“I see, buddy. Are you having fun?”
“Yeah!” Jack chimed, happiness radiating from him. The past three hours had been a good distraction from the coming anniversary. Hotch walked around the island and sat next to his son, picking at the bowl of chips. Not long after the burgers were done, and I placed everything we needed to form our burgers. Mayonnaise, ketchup, buns, cheese slices, lettuce, tomatoes, onions, and pickles, all in separate dishes.
When we each had a burger on hand, before we moved to the outside dining table, a pitcher of iced tea sitting in the center. We all happily munched om the burgers, Hotch getting up to grab another, before going into the main pool together. From the outside in, anyone could assume that we were just a happy family enjoying a nice day in the pool – though we were far from it. I couldn’t help but think about what Emily had told me. What would happen if he did start dating before I ever confessed my feelings? And if he did, would that woman be comfortable with the relationship we had?
The hours rolled by as we had fun in the pool, the sun slowly making its descent. We could both tell that Jack’s energies were dying down, the heat and the physical activity catching up to him. As it got darker out, we got out of the pool and dried ourselves off.
“I think I’m gonna order some pizza for dinner while we shower, and maybe watch a movie after. What do you think, Jack?”
“Sounds good,” he yawned. It seemed it would be an early night for all of us.
It was a quick time span that transpired between the phone call to the shower before we were all sat on the couch watching another Spiderman movie and eating pepperoni pizza slices. It only took a couple of bites of a slice before Jack had started to doze off, his head bobbing up and down as he tried his best to stay awake. But tiredness took over him, his head dropping forward. I noticed and softly laid his head on my arm so his neck wouldn’t hurt.
“This is the first time this week he has actually fallen asleep this early,” Hotch whispered, surprised at the sight.
“I call that a success,” I smiled, running my hand across Jack’s hair. “Have you given any thought to taking a few days this week to be with him? Monday’s gonna be a hard day.”
“Yeah, I don’t even know what I’m gonna do,” he sighed. “I don’t know if it will be too hard on him if we go visit her grave. I don’t know.”
“Hotch, whatever you decide it’s what’s gonna be best for both of you. But, no matter what it’s gonna be hard on him. You’re probably gonna get frustrated, but you have to understand that he’s a little kid handling big emotions and it’s gonna be hard.” I looked down at the blond boy who had now snuggled into me, soft snores escaping his lips. “But how are you holding up?”
“Honestly, I’m not as sad as I thought I would be. It’s been a difficult year, but I feel like I should be feeling worse right now. We have been together since high school, and I should still be grieving her.”
“You know grief is not an exact science, for some it takes longer to move past it, for others it doesn’t. That doesn’t take away from the fact that you shared so many years with her and you are hurt from her passing.” I tried my best to comfort, without analyzing him by textbook. “But know that you’ll always have a piece of her with you wherever you go. This little boy right here will always tie you to her. So if you ever feel like you are straying from her memory, all you have to do is look at him.”
“You’re right, (Y/N). And, again, thank you for all you’ve done for us. You’ve gone above and beyond what I ever could have imagined, and you continue to do so. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay this kindness.”
“You don’t need to, Hotch. I’m glad to do this.”
Because if this was the only way to be close to him, I would continue to do it in a heartbeat.
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wifenumberfour · 21 hours ago
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Sleepover
Description: Hotch wants the reader, but doesn’t know how to tell her. Maybe a night in will be of some assistance.
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader
Warnings: Age gap, insecure Hotch (baby), mutual pining
Word Count: 5.2k
A/N: My first Hotch fic!!!! Feedback is super appreciated for this one :)
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If there was one thing Agent Aaron Hotchner was not, it was unprofessional. But, oh. If there was ever a time he wanted badly to be unprofessional, it was this moment right now. Y/N stood next to him, leaning in close to whisper in his ear as they stood in the kitchenette, looking out into the bullpen.
“You look exhausted. You need to go get sleep.”
He glanced down at her. His face was so close he could almost feel her breath on him. It was everything in him to not lean in and—
“Hotch, seriously. You can’t even focus for more than a minute at a time,” she laughed, shaking her head.
“I’ll be fine. It was just— a long case.” He finally managed.
She turned away, arms crossing. “You need rest. You beat yourself up more than anyone during this one.”
“I have a little boy at home to take care of before I can even think about sleep.”
She sighed, turning fully to face him. “Hotch.”
“Y/N.” He retorted.
“Fine. You know what?”
He turned towards her, arms crossing to mirror her.
“What?”
“I’m coming home with you.”
His heart stopped and face dropped. It took him a moment to process what she’d just said.
“Um,” he took a second to clear his throat, “I—Excuse me?”
She laughed, music to his ears. “That sounded so inappropriate. I’m sorry. I mean, I’m going to come watch Jack for you. You’re gonna get rest.”
“I’m your boss.” Hotch watched her face for a moment. “You don’t need to watch my son while I sleep.”
“You’re also my friend, and I’m offering my time, you’re not taking it. Besides, I’ve watched Jack a hundred times before.”
He only sighed, looking back over the bullpen, now nearly empty.
She turned again, leaning over. “You’re not gonna win this one.”
“Fine, but you need to get sleep at some point, too.” He looked back to her. “As soon as Jack is asleep, I want you to get rest yourself.”
“Will do, boss.” She smirked.
“Okay, go get your things, we’ll leave in a few minutes.” He said, watching her for a moment as she walked off.
She went to her desk, beginning to pack up what she needed, but not before Derek had to come over to stir things up.
“Hey, pretty girl.” He said, leaning against her desk on one arm. “Leaving so soon?”
“Soon?” She laughed. “We just had a hell of a case, I’m getting out of here.”
“Oh, man.” He shifted, crossing his arms over his chest and sat against the desk.
Hotch walked towards his office, trying not to watch the pair talking. He tried to not pay attention how she smiled at him as he spoke, and how he always seemed to have the right words to say to get her to laugh.
“Why, what’s up?” She slung her bag over her shoulder.
“I was thinking about going to the bar. Wanted to know if a pretty lady wanted to tag along.”
Hotch threw his things in his bag quickly, trying to not think about Y/N talking to someone much younger... Childless... Not a widow. Someone he knew she’d be with more easily.
“Oh, so you only wanted me around for my looks, huh?”
He laughed, throwing his head back a little. “You’re worth a lot more than just that, sweetheart.”
“Aww, such a sweet boy.” She said, griping his shoulder. “I got some other plans for the night, though.”
“Oh yeah? Doing what?” He straightened up with a smirk.
“Ready?” Hotch asked, walking up behind her at the desk.
“Yeah, let’s go.” She responded, turning towards him.
Morgan’s face was stuck in a state of shock.
“Whoa, now hold on—”
“I’m going to watch Jack.” She said, cutting him off with a chuckle. “Don’t get too riled up, now.”
He smiled, almost laughing. “Alright. I’ll see you two tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, Morgan.” Hotch said with a curt wave. Y/N followed his lead, and then they were on their way out.
“So,” Hotch started as they stepped out of the elevator and walked outside. “You and Morgan?”
Y/N raised her eyebrows in shock. “What?”
They began walking to his car.
“Are you two... Because there are some forms you’d really need to sign if—”
“Hotch.” She stopped him, standing by the passenger side door as he waited by the drivers. “That is so not happening.”
“Okay, I just...” He trailed off with a shrug, opening the door as she did and getting in.
“He’s a flirt. There’s nothing going on between us.” She settled into the seat, buckling up. “Besides, I’m too busy trying to take care of you.”
She laughed and he couldn’t help himself but to join in. He pulled off, and started towards home.
“Thank you, by the way, for doing this.” He said, not daring to look at her with how nervous he suddenly felt about bringing her to his home.
“I just want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”
“Jack is going to love this.” He chuckled, turning down his street. “He really looks up to you, you know? Thinks you’re hilarious.”
“Well, he’s not wrong. I am pretty funny.” She smiled. “I am, admittedly, a little sad I only get to hang out with him for a few hours, though.”
“Yeah?” He asked, pulling into the lot of the apartment complex.
“Yeah. He’s a great kid.”
As much as he didn’t want to admit it for how childish it felt, he got butterflies this time when he turned to look at her. Before he could think about it too much, he turned the key and opened the door. She followed suit, walking behind him until they reached his door. He opened it for her, and she looked around.
“His aunt should be dropping him off here in a few minutes.” He said, closing and locking the door behind him. “If you’re hungry or need a drink, you’re free to get anything from the kitchen.”
“Thank you.” She smirked, watching him. “Why don’t you go get ready for bed?”
“I will.” He chuckled, feeling like a little kid with the way she spoke to him. Then he paused, considering something for a moment.
Apparently the moment was longer than he realized.
“You got something on your mind?” She asked.
“Would you like to stay here for the night? I have a guest room, and this way you won’t need to catch a ride home. I could just take you to work tomorrow.”
“Oh,” she said, glancing down at her bag. “I don’t have anything to wear. I mean, I have my go bag at my desk that I could always use for an emergency, but for the night—”
“If you need something, I’m sure there’s something of mine you could...” He paused, realizing what he was saying. But before he could backtrack, she had to go and flash him a smile again.
“If that’s okay with you, it’s okay with me.”
“I’m sorry if that sounded inappropriate, I—”
“Did you not hear me agree?” She laughed. “You worry too much, boss. Now go get dressed.”
He nodded, turning for his room. She walked over the couch in the living room, sitting down and leaning her head back. It wasn’t long before she heard a bedroom door open, and there stood the great Aaron Hotchner in an old t-shirt and baggy pajama pants.
“That’s a good look on you.” She said, looking up at him from where he sat.
He felt a blush creep onto his skin, and tried really hard not to think about it. He walked a little closer as she stood up, handing her a nearly folded pile of clothes.
“I brought you these. The shirt is extra baggy and comfortable, and hopefully the pants will fit well enough. They’re adjustable.”
“Thank you so much, this’ll be great.” She smiled up at him. “Room is down the hall? I’d like to get dressed and set my bag in there before Jack gets here.”
“Yes, right across from his room.” He said with a slight nod.
“Okay, sounds great. Now, you go to bed. I’ll be here.”
He gave her a slight smile. “Right. Thank you, again.”
“You know it’s no problem. Now, goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” He said, walking off.
She grabbed her bag and the clothes, walking off towards the guest room. She set her bag down near the door, closing it to dress. She stripped out of her work clothes, slipping on his t-shirt first. She took in a deep breath and smiled: It smelled like him. She finished pulling on the pajama pants and made them comfortable as needed.
She grabbed a makeup wipe out of her bag and wiped her face, calling it good for an unexpected night out. Then, she heard a knock at the door. She walked out, looking through the peephole to see Hotchner’s sister-in-law Jessica standing outside with Jack. Y/N opened the door.
“Hey!”
“Y/N!” Jack squealed, throwing his arms around her. “What are you doing here?”
“Dad needed to get some rest, sweetheart. So, we get to hang out for the night.” She said, looking down at him with a hand rested on his back. “Thank you for bringing him.”
“Anything for my little man. It’s good to see you again.” She smiled, accepting a quick hug from Jack before he bolted off.
“You too, Jess. Have a great night.”
She waved a goodbye and was out the door. Y/N locked everything back up, and popped her head into Jack’s room.
“Hey, buddy.”
“Hi!” He said, turning around from where he stood at his dresser. “I’m gonna get dressed for bed. Then can we watch a movie? I already ate at aunt Jess’s house.”
“Yeah, of course, little man.” She nodded. “Do you want to go in the living room or...”
Jack paused, giggling. “Why are you wearing dad’s clothes?”
“I’m staying the night, bud. I needed pajamas.”
“You are?” He asked, eyes wide. “Can we go watch the movie in your room?”
“Yeah! Why don’t you finish getting dressed and brush your teeth, and then you can come in, okay?”
“Okay!” He said, quickly grabbing his clothes.
She turned, walking across to hall and into the guest room. She pulled the covers back, crawling underneath and switching on the T.V., finding her way to Jack’s Netflix profile, smiling at some of the shows he’d been watching. She picked an old movie she loved as a kid. It wasn’t long before she heard a door open, and little footsteps whipping around the other side of the bed. He crawled up under her arm, pulling blankets up to cover him.
Jack was watching intently, the movie only half over, when the creaking of another door piqued their interest. Hotch’s head popped into view a second later.
“What are you doing up?” Y/N asked.
“Couldn’t sleep.” He gave a shy smile, then turned to Jack. “How are you doing buddy?”
“Y/N said she’s staying over!”
“Yeah, she is.” He smiled, stepping inside the room. “How’s the movie?”
“I like it a lot. Come watch!” Jack said, patting the bed next to him.
“Buddy, I’m not sure that’s—”
“Please, dad?” He pleaded.
Hotch looked to Y/N, almost asking permission without saying a word. She nodded. He shuffled a little, hesitantly walking around the bed to Jack’s other side. He lowered himself on the bed, pulling the covers over his legs. Jack slipped out from under Y/N’s arm in favor of leaning on his dad’s shoulder. It wasn’t long before Jack was snoring, and as Y/N looked up to see if Hotch thought it was just as cute as she did, she noticed he’d fallen asleep, too. They looked so sweet sleeping there together that she couldn’t help but pull out her phone and take a picture. She set the phone on the nightstand, making herself more comfortable as she focused her attention back on the movie.
Early morning light filled the room when Hotch woke up. He glanced down to see his son cuddle up against him and smiled. He was still fast asleep. Then, he looked up. Y/N laid asleep, her body curled up on her side, facing him and effectively caging Jack between them. Her breath came soft and even, and he admired how she looked in his clothes as he saw her in the light for the first time. She was so close, and he longed to get closer, but couldn’t think on it long before her eyes started fluttering open.
“Hey.” She said, voice soft with sleep, and a tired smile gracing her face.
“Hey,” he said back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep in here.”
She chuckled, rubbing her eyes. “No, it’s fine. I think he was happy to have you here.”
Hotch smiled, looking down at his son. He was out like a light.
Y/N leaned over, gently kissing Jack’s forehead before slowly and quietly getting out of bed. Hotch watched her, heart aching at how much he wished all of his mornings could start this same way. He shifted out of the grip of his son as she stretched out at the end of the bed, leaving the room with her.
“It’s still early,” he said, walking to the kitchen. “Are you hungry?”
She trailed behind, taking a seat at the counter.
“That depends. Are you gonna make me breakfast if I am?”
“If you’d like.” He smirked at her, and she smiled back.
“Tell you what, you work on the food, I’ll get coffee started.” She said, getting up and walking towards the counter.
He wordlessly agreed, pulling out some boxed pancake mix and stovetop sausage links. She removed the old coffee filter from the machine and set in a new one, filling it up with grounds. Hotch mixed up the batter quickly, heating up a pan.
The coffee pot filled, and pancakes were formed. Y/N poured two cups, preparing one to her liking and one to Hotch’s. Then, footsteps came shuffling into the room.
“Morning, sunshine,” Y/N said to Jack, smiling at him. “You want some juice?”
He nodded sleepily and climbed up onto a chair at the counter. She poured him some orange juice and set the cup down in front of him. He took a sip, watching his dad finishing up breakfast.
“Is that pancakes?” He asked, trying to peek around to see the pans.
“Sure is.” Hotch replied, throwing some pancakes on a plate and pouring out a few more. Y/N set down the two coffee mugs on the counter, and took her place next to Hotch to move the sausage links around in the other pan.
“Almost done?” She asked him without looking up.
He moved the rest of the pancakes to the plate.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” She said, glancing over and turning off both burners.
Hotch grabbed three plates, setting them down next to her so she could split up the sausage links. As soon as she was done, Hotch set to putting a few pancakes on each plate, and Y/N grabbed butter and syrup out of the fridge. He prepared Jack’s for him and set the plate in front of him with a fork. He then waited for Y/N to start the working on her own before he prepared his. She took a seat first, leaving a seat in the middle for Hotch. They ate quietly, sharing a few words when Jack wanted to talk about what he got to do at school the day before, and what he was looking forward to for the rest of the week.
“Hey,” Y/N, nudging Hotch’s arm as she pushed her plate away from her. “Could we get to the office a little early? I’m gonna have to get dressed there since my go bag is there and all.”
“Yeah.” He nodded, sipping at the last of his coffee. He then turned to Jack. “Can you go get dressed to go to school, please?”
“Yeah.” He said, hopping off the stool and running off towards his room.
“I think I’m gonna put on my stuff from yesterday till we get there,” Y/N said, sliding off of her stool. “Not sure walking into the office in your pajamas would be a great look.”
“Maybe not the most professional outfit.” He agreed, laughing a little as he walked around the counter, putting dishes in the sink for later. “For the record, I think you look beautiful.”
She paused, feeling heat rise to her cheeks and butterflies in her stomach.
“Thanks,” she said quietly, arms crossing over her chest. “Looks better on you, though.”
And with that, she left to go change. Hotch waited in the kitchen for a moment, almost in shock, before heading off to his room to get ready for the day.
It wasn’t long before they were both showered and ready to go, Jack practically running out the door when his aunt arrived to take him to school. Hotch and Y/N drove to work in a comfortable silence, only the sound of the radio playing low. They arrived at the BAU, and went straight inside. Hotch went to his office, and Y/N was reaching for her duffel bag when the glass doors opened.
She looked up, not expecting anyone else to be there so early.
“Hey, what are you doing here? We don’t start for another half hour.” She inquired.
“Just needed to get some work done early. But I could ask you the same thing.” Derek smiled at her, then glanced at what she was wearing. “Hold on, aren’t those your clothes from yesterday?”
He inched closer, a slight smirk on his face.
“Yeah, I was just about to go change.” She held up her go bag.
“Mhm.” He crossed his arms. “What happened to just looking after Jack for a while? You decide you were finally gonna get after—”
“Derek!” She interrupted, laughing. “No! I just stayed the night with Jack in the guest room.”
He raised a brow. “And that’s all? Baby girl I know you’ve had a little crush on Hotch since you walked your ass in here.”
She bit her cheek, looking away for a moment. “You’re nothing but trouble, Morgan.”
“You didn’t answer the question.” He stepped closer.
“Okay, fine.” She huffed out a sigh and lowered her voice. “We had breakfast this morning, with Jack.”
“And?”
She paused. “He also slept with me and Jack, but it was an accident. He didn’t mean to fall asleep there. We didn’t even touch one another, it was totally platonic.”
“Well, I am sure Hotch wouldn’t be sneaking into bed with me if I was watching his kid.”
“It wasn’t like that,” she said, shaking her head. “He’s totally not into me. You know how he is with work policy, and besides he is way out of my league.”
“You need to think a little higher of yourself.”
“Yeah, whatever.” She laughed again. “Now, out of my way so I can get dressed. I don’t need any more questions from the rest of the team.”
“Alright.” He stepped back holding up his hands.
“And Derek?”
“Yeah?”
“Do not tell anybody.” She pointed a finger, and he only chuckled, taking a seat at his desk.
She went to the bathroom, changing out of her old clothes and throwing on some new ones suitable for work at the office. She put on a little makeup, threw on some deodorant, and called it good. She stepped out to a slightly more full bullpen, only a couple more people had arrived. She shoved her go bag under her desk, and walked over to the kitchenette table where Derek, Hotch, and Emily were talking.
“How’s it going, guys?” She said, taking the seat next to Emily, across from Morgan and Hotch.
“Talking about yesterday’s case. The daughter of the last victim made it safely to her grandparents.” Emily said, sipping at a mug of coffee.
“That’s awesome. I’m glad she had them to go to.” She said, leaning forward on the table.
“You need coffee?” Emily asked, looking to Y/N.
“Oh, no thanks. I got my share this morning.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you did.” Derek said, holding back a smile.
“Morgan.” Y/N glared at him.
Hotch caught her eye for a moment afterwards, questioning. She slightly shook her head in amusement.
“What happened?” Emily asked, a curious smile on her face looking between Y/N and Derek.
“Nothing, he just doesn’t understand boundaries.” She said with a pointed finger. “Trying to blow things way out of proportion as always.”
This time she glanced at Hotch first, rolling her eyes a little. He smirked, looking down at his hands.
Emily watched the little interaction with interest.
“Does it have something to do with these two?” She inquired, looking back to Derek.
Y/N and Hotch spoke over each other.
“Nothing happened.” Y/N muttered.
“What?” Hotch questioned.
Derek looked to Hotch. “Can we go talk?”
Hotch furrowed his brow. “May I ask what about?”
“It’s nothing. It’ll just take a couple minutes.”
“Alright,” he said, standing up and nodding a quick goodbye to Emily and Y/N. Derek followed after, throwing a devious look Y/N’s way.
Emily leaned over, speaking more quietly. “Something I should know about you and Hotch?”
“No.” She chuckled. “Derek is just... Himself.”
“Something had to have happened.” Emily turned in her chair, and made Y/N face her. “Spill.”
“I went to watch Jack last night so Hotch could get some rest. We had breakfast this morning with Jack, and he accidentally fell asleep next to Jack and I while we were watching a movie.” She sighed. “I told Derek, and now he’s freaking out about it like something happened.”
“Y/N. You slept at his house.”
“To watch his kid.”
“Wait, you said he fell asleep next to you and Jack.” A smile crept on her face. “Was that on a couch or in a bed?”
“Emily.” She groaned.
“Y/N!” Her eyes went wide. “How can you still think he’s not interested in you?”
“He’s not.”
“You’re both blind.”
Hotch led Derek to his office, only leaving the door a little cracked.
“You wanted to talk?” He asked, leaning against his desk. Derek stood in front of him.
“Yeah. About you and Y/N.”
“Morgan.”
“Hotch, I know you don’t want to admit it, but I know you’re into that girl.” Derek crossed his arms over his chest. “She told me about last night and this morning.”
“She was watching Jack. Nothing more.” Hotch shook his head. “This isn’t an appropriate conversation for work.”
“Work doesn’t start for another ten minutes.”
Hotch only stared.
“Look, I just think you should ask her out.”
“I’m not going to do that.”
“Why not?” Derek let his arms drop to rest on his hips, tilting his head.
“I’m her boss.” He straightened up.
“But what is really the harm in trying?”
“She’s—” He started, and then paused, shaking his head.
“She’s what? Amazing? Gorgeous? Smart?”
“She wouldn’t be interested in someone like me. So, it doesn’t matter anyways.” Hotch said, glancing down. “We start the day in 5.”
“Great, that’s plenty of time.” Derek paused a second. “Why would you think she’s not into you?”
“I’m— I have a child, and I’m a widow. She doesn’t need all of that on her plate. Plus, she’s young. She’d be better off with somebody your age.” He said, looking up again to catch Derek’s eye.
“Man, you are so blind.” Derek chuckled, shaking his head.
The day started as usual. The team had a briefing, and then went to work at their desks for a while. Today was going to be a slower day, and everyone seemed to be thankful they could get home at the end of the day. At lunch, Y/N noticed Derek and Emily talking quietly: she thought it was awfully suspicious.
“Hey, you two.” She called out, walking over to Emily’s desk. “Why are you being so quiet, it’s weird.”
Derek glanced up. “Nothing.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes, turning to Emily in question.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing.”
“You two are bad liars.” Then, she had an idea. “Hey, Reid.”
His head popped up, looking to her. “Yeah?”
“You’ve been sitting here next to them, what are they talking about?”
He looked lost, glancing around. “I—Uh... I have no clue.”
“Now, see, you I believe.” She laughed, ruffling his hair as she went past. He frowned, quickly smoothing it back out. She headed off towards Hotch’s office instead, trying to ignore the whispers that has started back up.
She knocked quietly on the open door.
“Hey, you busy?” She popped her head in to see him eating a sandwich at his desk.
He shook his head, swallowing a bite. “No, come in.”
She closed the door and went to sit at the chair by his desk. “Derek has been weird all day. What did you guys talk about earlier? I can’t get an answer to save my life.”
His eyes went wide.
“What?” She questioned, noticing Hotch going more on-edge.
“Uh, it was— It was nothing. Just a work thing.”
“You know, you’re a really bad liar, too.”
He chuckled, looking away. “I just don’t think this is the right time to talk.”
She furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”
He glanced up at her, looking her in the eyes, searching for an easy answer.
“It was just— It was about last night. And this morning.”
She groaned. “Great. I knew I shouldn’t have told him anything.”
Hotch just sighed, looking at her.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think he’d say anything.” She offered as an apology.
“No, it’s okay. It’s just that...” He let out a slow breath. “He brought up something that I think I want to talk to you about. I just didn’t know how to say it.”
“Okay, what is it?” She questioned, straightening up in her chair.
“He, uh, brought up everything from last night and this morning. And he brought up how that’s not something that I would normally do. Or something you would normally do.”
“Oh. I didn’t mean to make you uncomf—”
“No, it wasn’t that. It’s just,” he paused, watching her for a second. “I need to know if you feel the same way about me that I feel about you.”
Her heart was racing and heat rose to her face. She was breathless.
“W-what?”
“I’m so sorry, I know this is inappropriate, but...”
“What are you asking?”
“I just need to know how you feel. About me.” He looked at her, almost pleading for the answer he deeply wanted.
“I’m— I think you’re amazing. I think you’re a wonderful father, and I’ve never met someone who makes me feel the way you do.” She began in a ramble. “I didn’t want to say anything because I know you’re so out of my league, but after talking to Derek this morning, and Emily, I just... I don’t know. I want to hope.”
Hotch furrowed his brow, and Y/N took in a breath, ready for rejection.
“You think I’m out of your league?”
“I mean... Yeah?” She tilted her head. “You’re really incredible.”
He couldn’t help but smile.
“Y/N, for profilers I don’t think we’ve been very good at reading one another.” He said quietly. “I thought I was the last person you’d ever be interested in.”
“What? Why?”
“I’m a widow, I’m older than you, I have a son...”
“A son that I love. I’d do anything for that kid.”
“I know.” He smiled again, watching her.
She couldn’t help but to smile back.
“As for the other stuff, I couldn’t care less. You’re so much more than that.”
“Really?”
“Really.” She continued to smile at him. “We really are pretty dumb, huh?”
“Very, apparently.” He agreed with a nod.
She checked the time. “Lunch break is almost over. I better go.”
He nodded again. “Yeah. Talk more later?”
“Of course.”
She waved a goodbye, walking towards the door. With one hand on the handle, she felt something grip her arm and spin her around. She was met with Hotch’s lips on hers, a kiss that took her breath away. They broke apart after a minute, both smiling like giddy teenagers.
“When I tell you that’s all I could think about doing this morning...” She began.
“Me too.” He agreed, looking into her eyes as his hand stroked her cheek. “Especially when I got to wake up to you in my clothes. It was killing me.”
She giggled, leaning in for one more kiss. It was slower this time, more gentle. She backed away afterwards, just enough to be able to speak against his lips.
“I think maybe we should thank Derek and Emily.”
“And let them feel like they won?”
“Good point.” She chuckled, giving him one more quick peck.
He let her go to get back to the bullpen, but as she attempted to turn the handle of the door, she was knocked back into his chest. Of course.
“You’re welcome.” Derek said with a smile after assessing what must have just happened.
“You don’t get credit for this.” Y/N laughed.
“Mhm. But it’s totally on me.” He said, raising a brow. He started walking back out, but not before... “Don’t you two take too long in there.”———————————————
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lost-in-wonderland-67 · 22 hours ago
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The Untold Truth
Imagine being Spencer’s girlfriend of over a year and while out with the team he learns that you lost your virginity to Aaron and is upset neither of you told him. Will the two of you work it out?
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The day was coming to an end. After a stressful case the team decided to go out for drinks to wind down for the night. It was hard to remember the last time any of you were able to just relax and be in each others company without any worry of work. It had only been 2 years you’ve worked for the BAU. But little had you known your boss was going to be your ex from high school. Not necessarily boyfriend but an ex something, it’d be a lie to say you two had just been friends with all that you’ve been through and done together. It all turned out okay because he was the same old Aaron you had known and loved back in the day. The thing that was difficult was hiding it from Spencer.
“I remember back in the day you two were inseparable. Always going around looking for trouble, then ending the night with a bang...literally.” Emily began laughing as did the others except for Aaron. His lips curled to form the smallest smile just at the memory but he didn’t like his personal life and work being mixed and he knew as well as you did that Spencer was near by and he need not know because there’s nothing there anymore between you two. “Actually now that I think about it. I remember this one party we were at everyone was smoking and drinking especially you two, and I just could not find Y/N for the life of me. I checked everywhere so eventually I gave up and went to use the restroom and sure enough as soon as i open the door there’s Aaron and Y/N going at on the sink and I’ll never be able to wipe out that memory no matter how hard I try and-“ Emily was abruptly cut off by Aaron, his tone no longer playful or nice anymore. “Emily, that’s enough.”
“What? If you wanna bring up who I lost mine to or the stories about me go ahead. I just think it’s nice that after all you’ve two been through you still get along well and act professionally. I wasn’t a perfect angel back then either. We’ve all grown, just reliving memories.”
You shifted uncomfortably, looking around and behind you for Spencer hoping he wasn’t near.
J.J hit you in the arm. “Oh my god Hotch was your first and you didn’t tell me?!” You finished off your cup and picked a shot up off the table and downed that before standing up pushing your chair away. “I need some air.” You stumbled a bit walking and nearly fell back when you felt a firm grasp on the back of your arm keeping you steady. The room was beginning to spin but you knew that voice. Aaron leaned down close to your ear “Do you need me to walk you inside?”
“Yeah actually why don’t you do that since you know her so well.” Spencer’s voice silenced every person on the patio. If the alcohol wasn’t affecting you so badly you would have froze in your tracks but Hotch’s grip on you was the only thing keeping you steady. “Reid. I don’t think it’s a great time to have this conversation.” Aaron’s tone was always so gentle when it came to you. If it weren’t for the alcohol you’d be able to see the hurt look on Spencer’s face better but you were thankful you couldn’t. Spencer approached you slipping his behind your shoulders, helping walk you into the house. His hand rubbed gently down your arm. When he spoke his voice was of genuine care and concern but with a slight edge, “Are you okay?” You stopped dead in your tracks and turned to him looking at him with such loss in your eyes, fearing of what would happen after tonight. “Spence, I- I was gonna tell-“
“Let’s get you inside, we’ll talk about it tomorrow when we’re both more sober, alright?” His voice cracked like you never heard it before when he was reaching the end of his sentence. You wanted to talk about this now, wanted to know that in the end everything would be okay but you know, this just built a wall between the trust each of you shared for each other. Nodding sadly in response, you brushed off the conversation as he asked, knowing he was right that this conversation would be better to have sober.
He laid you down on the couch as he sat down next to you, your head resting on his lap while his fingers combed delicately through your hair. “Get some rest, I’ll still be here when you wake up in the morning.”
“Promise?”
“Of course.” Your eyes closed while you attempted to fall asleep in the hands of the man you loved. All that was replaying in your head was the feeling right now being here with him. What if this was the last time you fell asleep in his arms, what if this was the first and last fight, what if you don’t make it past this and get the happy family you both so desperately wanted with each other. The thought completely shattered your heart and within those last few moments of thinking you decided it was best to just enjoy the moment and hope it lasts forever as you drifted asleep.
When you awoke Aaron was asleep on the recliner and Spencer was on the opposite side of the couch by your feet rubbing light circles on your leg. His hair was disheveled, eyes sunken in with dark circles underneath. He hadn’t slept. “Good morning beautiful.” When he spoke his voice was so quiet but it sounded so sad. “Spence I-“
Aaron shifted in his sleep, so you decided it would be good to take this conversation elsewhere. He motioned to the sliding screen doors to go back out to the patio where everything had unraveled. Regardless of whether or not he was mad at you he still held out his hand for you to take to help you off the couch and he stayed by your side til you were safely sat in a chair. The sun was just peeking over the hill, the sky completely blue. Bottles, swimsuits and food wrappers were scattered everywhere but your eyes were dead locked on the ground being unable to look your boyfriend in the eyes. “I wanted to tell you. I just didn’t want to make things difficult at work and I- I was afraid you’d leave if you knew.” The cool breeze was the only thing you got as a response. Tearing your eyes away from the ground Spencer was sat twiddling his thumbs in the same motion over and over, lips pursed together trying to form words. “I um- I thought we told each other everything and last night just felt like a kick in the chest. You two didn’t even tell me you went to school together or that you knew each other. What hurts the most isn’t that you didn’t tell me, it hurts that you think I would leave you because of your past. I can’t control your past, and It’d be wrong of me to be upset about it. But I think I just want some space for tonight to myself.” You could feel the tears burning to come out, and you dropped your head into your hands so he wouldn’t see you falling apart. You managed to mutter out a completely broken “okay”. The sound of chair scooting back was your qeue that he was leaving and you just prayed that he would come back. The touch of his soft lips was felt on the top of your temple it was such a delicate feeling, and that was all you got right before you heard the footsteps walking away.
When Spencer had walked back into the house to grab his things and leave he couldn’t help but notice Aaron in the kitchen making coffee and rummaging through cabinets looking for something to eat. He thought he went unnoticed but Aaron spoke up. “Don’t be too hard on her. It may be difficult for you to understand but she was trying to protect your feelings. Sure we were close back in the day and things happened but that was then this is now and I can assure you She never looked at me the way she looks at you. Take your time tonight but don’t keep her waiting because you don’t want to lose out on her....like I did. Treat her well Reid because if you don’t you’re going to be in my shoes watching another guy give her what you couldn’t. And you will live with that guilt every day of your life.” Spencer pursed his lips and knitted his eyebrows, contemplating on whether or not he should thank him or tell him to fuck off. Instead he just nodded and left.
Aaron brought you out a cup of coffee and sat down in Spencer’s seat. He looked at you with compassionate and understanding eyes. “How are you? And don’t lie and say you’re alright because it’s okay not to be.” The words just all fell out of your mouth at once as if it was a speech you had already rehearsed. “We should have told him- No I should have told him. He treats me like his queen always putting me before everything, protecting me, taking care of me. We even talked about a future and now I feel like it’s completely ruined and I am a terrible person for keeping that from him. I am head over heels for him and if we break up I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move on.” “Hey.” Aaron wiped a tear falling from your eyelid before moving a strand of hair from your face. “Don’t think like that. Spencer is wise, and you know how he is when something upsets him he needs his space, time to think. Don’t think of that as the end just because you and I were on and off constantly back in the day. He’ll come around if he knows what’s good for him, meaning you of course.” A small giggle escaped your mouth which was exactly what you needed. This was why you always considered Aaron a best friend even after everything in the past. “Why don’t I drive you home and you go get on with your day and try not to overthink just give him a day or two okay?” You nodded in response and thanked Aaron for the coffee before heading back to your apartment.
The day completely dragged on, you kept yourself busy by watching movies all day, and reading. It wasn’t the same without him there. Throughout the day Emily, JJ, and Penelope all checked on you. Emily was more apologetic but you couldn’t be mad at her it wasn’t her fault that no one knew you hadn’t told Spencer. When night time approached and the other half of your bed was cold a type of emptiness just overtook your body and everything in you just wanted to cry but none would come out. Probably from how much tears had fallen from your eyes throughout the day. You shifted in your sleep constantly, it wasn’t until around 12:30 that you heard the lock on the door move. Grabbing the gun from Your night stand you slowly exited your room, tip toeing with every fragile movement. When you walked into the kitchen you were met with Spencer standing at the door, the gun immediately fell from your hand. “You’re home?” He nodded in response.“For good?” He nodded again and you ran up to him and jumped in his arms hugging him. His hands gripped you so tight like he was never gonna let you go again. Tears managed to fall from your face onto his shoulder but they were happy tears. He set you down gently before speaking. “I’m sorry I was stupid. I just sat at a bar, didn’t really drink but I- I couldn’t stop thinking about you and I just don’t want everything to go to waste because you’re the greatest thing in my life. I should’ve accepted the fact that you would tell me when you were ready. It was in the past and I’ve come to accept it because I want to be in your future for the rest of eternity. I love you and I’m just-“ You shushed him by placing a kiss onto his lips, he was telling the truth you tasted no alcohol just the cherry flavor of his chapstick. “It’s okay. I should have told you before I’m just so happy that you came back home. I promise you from now on no more secrets, nothing. I just want to move past this.” “Me too.” His soft eyes were filled with love, like how they were ever since your first date and you never wanted to see that go away. “I don’t know about you but I’m pretty tired and I’d love to fall asleep in your arms once more.”
“Then let’s go to bed my sweet girl.” He placed a small gentle kiss on your cheek, before locking the door and walking with you into the bedroom. At that moment you knew everything would be okay and the future held brightness.
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klinenovakwinchester · 23 hours ago
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sleepy (Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader) || one-shot
This idea has been circling in my brain for two days and tonight I finally wrote it LMAO This is just what my 20 year old virgin ass fantasizes about ok
Summary: Sleepy sex with Aaron. That’s it. That’s the fic.
Warnings: smut (obvi), cockwarming (while asleep), I think that’s it
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It’s almost midnight when Aaron feels you crawling into bed beside him.
You’ve been up late nearly every night this week, working on a big project because the deadline is approaching faster than you’d like. You feel incredibly guilty about it, and Aaron knows this even though you haven’t voiced it.
He has early mornings which means early nights, so you practically spend no time with him at all when you have late nights like this — because by the time he’s waking up for work, you’re just barely entering deep sleep.
You try your hardest not to move too much as you get into bed, not wanting to wake him, which is stupid. He’s the lightest sleeper you’ve ever known, for good reason, too, but still.
He hasn’t told you this, but he never does fall deeply asleep until he feels you next to him. Sure, he dozes because he’s exhausted before you come in, but he never truly drifts off until he hears your soft breathing evening out.
Tonight, though, your breathing doesn’t even out and it’s been thirty minutes since you got in bed.
Aaron peels his eyes open to find you looking right at him. You smile softly, realizing you’ve been caught.
“Hi,” you whisper, scooting closer to give him a kiss on the lips. “Did I wake you?”
“No,” he says, but you know you did. “C’mere. You’re stressed out. What’s wrong?”
You chuckle at his subtle profiling, but you curl into his side anyway. “Just feel like I have a lot more to do than I have time for.” You pause, burying your face in his shoulder. “And I miss you.”
“I miss you too, honey,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead. “Let’s have dinner tomorrow. We’ll go out.”
You sigh. “I don’t know, I have—”
“You need a break from it,” he interrupts gently. “A two hour break to go get dinner won’t kill you. You’ll finish on time.”
“You’re sure?”
“I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t sure,” he replies, but it isn’t snarky, it’s comforting. He knows that sometimes you need reassurance from someone other than yourself.
“Okay,” you exhale, stretching your legs and arms, releasing some tension hiding in your muscles. And then, to get even more comfortable, you raise your left leg and hitch it over his hips, pulling him closer.
“Really?” He laughs, his arm tightening around you. “Comfy?”
“Mhm,” you hum, kissing his neck a few times. “You smell good. Did you use the new soap I bought?”
“Yeah,” he replies breathily. “You need to sleep.”
“I am.”
“No, you’re making me hard.”
“Aaron!” Your laughter bubbles out of your chest so fast that you giggle like a child. “Fine, maybe you caught me.”
He hums, but you don’t stop kissing his neck. His eyes slip closed, enjoying the gentle touches. You want to be closer, though, so you slide on top of him, your chest pressed against his as your lips hover over his.
He opens his eyes, raising an eyebrow. “Yes?”
You grin, lowering your lips to kiss him, and you’ve won him over. His arms circle your waist, tugging you closer, tighter against his body as his lips quickly dominate yours — not that it’s hard for him to. You submit willingly, always loving the way he devours you so easily, making you his with every stroke of his tongue, every nip of his teeth.
Before long you’re grinding your core against him, swallowing his groans, grinning when his hands find their way to your hips, pressing you down harder.
“Fuck me,” you whine. “Please.”
“Needy,” he tuts, but he’s too far gone to bother with anything else.
He slides his shorts off and you jump out of excitement when you feel his cock against your leg. You pull your panties to the side, too impatient to try taking them off and he guides himself in, gasping when he feels how wet you are already.
“Were you thinking about this, sweet girl?” He groans, gripping your hips tightly as you lower yourself down all the way.
“Always am,” you exhale shakily, resting your forehead against his chest. “Shit.” He always fills you perfectly, stretches you so well, you’ll never get over it. He’s always so deep, every time you swear he’s deeper than the last.
He fucks you slow and sweet, cradling you in his chest, shushing your whines when he adjusts, going even deeper than before.
Your first orgasm is small, relaxing, and he slows his pace while you calm down from the high. But before you can relax too much, he readjusts once more, hitting your g-spot, making you see stars, gasp for air.
“Breathe, honey,” he says gently, as if he isn’t fucking you into oblivion every time he hits that spot.
You drop your face into his neck, breathing deeply, circling your hips when he’s all in, a broken sob creeping up your throat at how amazing it feels.
The second orgasm that breaks through you makes Aaron see stars with how hard you’re squeezing him, and all it takes is one more thrust into your quivering heat before he spills inside you.
Warmth spreads throughout your abdomen at the feeling of his release, and Aaron is mesmerized every time he hears the shuddering breath you let out.
“Goodnight,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his middle, snuggling in.
“Goodnight?” He chuckles, still breathless. “Are you sleeping here?”
“Mhm,” you nod.
“Okay,” he accepts it. “Let me—”
“No,” you whine, pushing your hips down. “Stay.”
“Honey—”
“Please?”
Aaron sighs, knowing he can’t and won’t ever argue with you when you sound this sleepy and soft. “Okay, honey. Goodnight.”
“N’night,” you whisper, shifting closer, as if that’s possible.
But when he hears your breathing even out as you drift peacefully off to sleep, Aaron swears he falls even more in love.
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wilbur-rabbit · a day ago
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Chapter 2 of We are Soulmates my Criminal Minds/Suoernatural cross over coming tomorrow!
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