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Pretty Girl || Aaron Hotchner

Summary: So, the request/idea is an Aaron Hotchner x F!Reader where the reader is actually a criminology or psychology professor and is good friends with Spencer... Read Rest Here

A/N: Loosely based on one of my favorite story lines because I sat here for an hour trying to come up with a good enough story that’d stump Reid and failed. Mosely Lane. Doesn't get fluffy until the end. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Y/N

Word Count: 5.4k +

Dismissing the class for the weekend you sat back at your desk in the front of the auditorium strumming away at the keyboard. You heard the clapping before you saw him. Eyes crinkling a touch you smiled brilliantly at your longtime friend.

“Another excellent lecture Professor.” He grinned at you.

“Spencer!” You laughed shooting out of your seat hugging the tall lanky man tightly, “To what do I owe this visit to?” You asked after breaking apart from the hug.

His face shifted from one of joy to a downcast expression, “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t serious.” He sighed taking a seat on your desk, “We need some help.”

You nodded listening, “Go on.”

He looked down as if he was ashamed to ask for help. As if he should’ve been good enough to solve it. But nobody was perfect. Sometimes cases can get away from you. You’ve had it happen once when every decision you made was the wrong one. It was always awful when you realized you might’ve made a mistake that got somebody killed.

“Kids. They’re just kids.” His voice wobbled as he looked back up to you. You felt your heart clench at the voice crack, “Another child was found off the Potomac just north of here.”

Your cocked your eyebrow in curiosity, “A local case? How many children?” You asked quickly hopping from professor to profiler in your mind.

He drew a deep breath, “Ten.”

Your eyes widened, “Over how long?” That was a lot of murdered kids. Who in their sick minds could do something like that? You’d been around a lot of sick people in your years in criminology, but this was already coming to the top of the twisted pile. Killing kids was another level of sick you despised coming across.

“A year and a few months.”

Your eyes bugged even further, “Christ.”

He nodded solemnly tossing the case file down on your desk. He watched as you meticulously poured over everything the team had put together in two weeks. You hummed and hawed as you fingers ran across the pages. Reading everything.

“These poor babies.” You let out an equally defeated sigh looking at the pictures of the mutilated bodies of the innocent.

He hummed in agreement, “We can’t figure it out. Another girl just got abducted in the same way the last boy was. We just found his body. I’m missing something here. I can’t see it.” You looked up at him. He looked utterly defeated. Tired eyes gave way to the lack of sleep he’d been getting. Messy hair and wrinkled clothing also adored his figure.

“I’m in. Let’s go.” You shoved your laptop in your bag before closing the massive case file to read in the car.

He gave you a confused look, “Right now? Don’t you have to teach?”

You nodded, “I’ll cancel it. Let’s go. Time is ticking for the girl. First to the office.” Hurriedly, you stood next to him eyeing him to lead the way. He nodded seeing your seriousness, You followed him all the way back to Quantico after calling your Dean. It had some perks, being the Director of Criminology at Georgetown. It almost made you giggle it sounded so ludicrous.

You flashed your badge having consulted on a few cases for different departments of the FBI. Security let you through in a flash. You’d never worked with Spencer on an actual case of his. Hell, he’d normally figure it out before he’d ever dream of pulling an outsider into the team. But even he knew he was missing something. A puzzle piece he couldn’t seem to find. That’s when he thought of you. His longtime friend from postgrad. The two of you were ostracized early in your studies. You for being an incredibly intelligent female and him because he was a know it all. The two of you found each other and the rest was history. You stayed in academia while consulting on the side and Spencer went the FBI route. Luckily, you’d stayed in touch through all the years. You found it easy to love him as a friend once you knew how to deal with the boy genius.

“Team, this is Y/N. Y/N, the team.” Spence said quickly once he all but yanked you into the large conference room on the floor. Your eyes glossed over each of them quickly before falling to the one on the end. Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, and a smoldering look? Whew, he was just your type. He’d make you nervous. You didn’t see a ring on his finger as you scanned him from head to toe quickly.

You nodded bashfully. You could lecture hundreds of students but the eyes of six profilers right on you was rather intimidating, “Hello.” You nodded quickly walking over to the white board that listed intricate details of the case you hadn’t skimmed across in the file.

“Director of Criminology at Georgetown?” The handsome man stood next to you. A quick nod before turning your eyes back to the board.

“Yes, sir.” You cringed at your own voice sounding so unsure of herself. That wasn’t like you, not at all.

You noticed the hard stare turn to curiosity for a second before the stoic gaze returned, “Aaron Hotchner, BAU Unit Chief.”

Ahh, the infamous Hotchner. You had to admit it was almost fun putting faces to the names you’d heard from Spencer throughout all the years. At no time did he mention that Hotch was as striking as you’d found him to be. It never crossed your mind to find them online. It seemed too invasive on Spencer’s life but now you were second guessing that decision.

“Nice to meet you Agent Hotchner.”

He wasn’t being unfriendly, but he certainly wasn’t warm. You could tell he didn’t want you here but agreed out of necessity. They weren’t able to save the seven-year-old boy and Aaron was sure as hell not going to let the little eight-year-old girl meet the same fate because of pride. Even though it stung.

He didn’t reply though, only giving you a quick nod. He stood there rereading the same damn sentences he’d read over a thousand times over the last week.

“This is the order they were taken and killed?” You pointed to the wall seeing the boy-girl pattern curiously.

“Seven-year-old boy and then an eight-year-old girl every time. Over and over.” It sounded like the case had depleted him entirely. Haunted eyes scanned over each of the children’s faces. Helpless. All looking eerily similar too each other.

“And you all interviewed 21 suspects in northern Virginia.” You stated more than questioned as you looked up to the curious eyes. They were expecting you, but they weren’t expecting you.

The blonde woman nodded with a gentle look settling on her face, “All dead ends.”

“Can I read their case files?” You asked ready to spend the next few hours scouring over the notes. Maybe a fresh set of eyes could pick up on something they’d missed.

She nodded running out of the room to grab them. Spencer watched you before joining you at the table as you read through the entire file from where you left off in the car. You thanked JJ when she set another

“Y/N will stay here with Reid. The rest of us, we’re heading back out.” Spencer nodded reading what you were. Still not seeing anything. He watched as you scrunched your eyebrows and highlighted certain words on the page. Gray Honda. Black scooter. Pink bike. What were you onto? What did you see? He wracked his brain as you worked seamlessly between pages.

You read over the next potential suspect. He must’ve heard the small gasp escape from your lips. As he immediately urged you to go on by asking, “What is it?”

“The Darcy’s. We need to go back. There’s something here Spence.” Your finger held over a simple line in the interview. One that’d been glossed over. A seemingly useless detail in a sea of muddled mess of facts and fiction.

He shook his head not getting it continuing to urge on with his eyes, “He messed up. He slipped up and said gray.” You started reading from the transcript, “He said, ‘I took the car out for a spin at that time.’ And then JJ asked, ‘What kind of car to you drive Mr. Darcy?’ He responded, ‘A gray… shoot I mean black Honda Civic. Sold the gray one last year to a family member.’”

His head cocked, “A gray Honda Civic... oh, shit.” He dove into the papers finding exactly what you were looking for, “The interview with the witness who found the body. She spotted a gray Honda along her route.”

You nodded, “She thought it was odd because it was so early in the morning. Nobody is ever out.”

“We need to call Penelope.” Spencer gaped.

He pulled out his phone, “Garcia, who did David Darcy’s sell his car to last year?”

She hummed, “Well hello to you too! Give me a second boy genius.” You heard her typing away through the speaker phone, “Looks like it’s Mike Darcy. His brother.”

He looked at you with nothing but approval. He knew you were good at your job, but this was exceptional. You’d pieced it together so easily he was almost embarrassed he hadn’t caught that himself, “What do you have on him?” He asked. Again, silence with more typing before another really long silence and the faintest gasp.

“Garcia?” Spencer was finding it rather infuriating he was the one on the other side. He was the one who couldn’t seem to piece it all together. It wasn’t like him.

“He lost his entire family in a car accident two years ago. His wife and two children.”

He was shaking his head know all too well the aged of those two children, “An eight-year-old girl and a seven-year-old boy?”

“They don’t call you boy genius for nothing right?” Her laugh sounded strained but relieved. It wasn’t an easy life. Often times so much harder than you could ever dream of. The horror of humanity never ceased to amaze you in the worst ways imaginable.

“Thanks Penny. We gotta call Hotch.” Reid’s eyes were huge before as he dialed his boss’s number, “Hotch, you’re never going to believe this.” He walked off spouting off everything you’d just concluded. Letting out a huge sigh of relief, you listened to your friend off in the distance. It had to be the brother. That had to be the missing puzzle piece.

You felt somebody watching you as you cleaned the files up. You’d begged Spencer to let you go but he straight up refused. Hotch wanted to talk to you or some bullshit like that. You’d, very reluctantly, agreed.

“We looked for days.” His voice sounded harsher. A bit meaner than it did earlier. You turned to meet his eyes that looked how his voice sounded, unhappy with you.

“Just needed a fresh set of eyes was all.” His eyes didn’t change. His state only seemed to harden as he took you in.

“Thank you. She was found safe.” It sounded as if it was torturing him to give you the thanks.

You nodded quickly turning back around to clean the mess up, “Anytime.” He didn’t look bad by any means. Must’ve been a pretty easy arrest. You’d seen Spencer at his worst after unsub’s had been confronted. It was inevitable when you hunted the worst of humanity.

“We won’t be needing your services any longer.” Your heart both sped up and dropped a little at that statement. He didn’t like you. Plain and simple. Had you done something to piss him off? Upset him somehow? You ran through the events of the last few hours and came up miserably short. You’d just have to ask Spencer later.

Before you could respond though an older, almost more intimidating than him, woman walked into the room shaking her head, “That’s not what we agreed on Aaron.” She turned to smile at you, “Erin Strauss, BAU Section Chief.” She walked over to shake your hand eyeing you up. You’d were curious to what she was thinking as she approached you.

“I didn’t agree.” He all but mumbled out. That didn’t sound like the intimidating man that had just tried to put you in your place moments before.

“One vote matters more.” She turned to him. She must’ve given him a look you couldn’t see because he mumbled an agreement. It was surely a sight to be seen. Spencer would eat this one up later. Your longtime friend loved gossiping even though he’d never admit to it.

“That was impressive.” She kept sizing you up, profiling you. She wasn’t shy about doing it either. She’s the big boss and she knew it, used it.

“A new set of eyes can do wonders.” You’d downplay it, for Aaron’s sake. Not that he deserved any of your mercy at this point. He hadn’t exactly been the nicest too you.

She nodded quick, “Sure.” She didn’t have the time to go back and forth with you, “You teach close?”

“Yes I do. Georgetown.” You kept it short and sweet not bothering to elaborate with details she clearly didn’t care about.

A smile broke out on her face, “Dean Willow is a dear old friend of mine. I’ll give him a call. We may call in the future. That is if you want.”

She was giving you the option now, “I would like that. Real world examples are invaluable for my students.” You could’ve sworn you heard a scoff from over her shoulder.

She smiled though, “Wonderful. I’ll give him a call later. Nice to meet you Doctor?” She questioned trying to find out more about you.

You nodded giving her the confirmation you too were one, just like Reid. He wasn’t the only one with a PhD, “Nice to meet you as well Erin.”

She walked off quickly leaving you alone with Aaron. Instead of chatting with him you turned back to the table trying to finish what you’d started long ago, cleaning the damn table up.

“You have no right.” His voice was much louder, much closer now.

Heart hammering in your chest you had to be strategic here, “It was an offer.” Your voice was soft, too soft, and gentle for the moment. You hated confrontation this aggressively, it always seemed to get the best of you.

His lips pursed as he considered his words, “Stay out of the way.” Was all he said before walking out just like Aaron. Yikes. That couldn’t have gone worse.

You’d been called back for almost every local case and even a few further away ones that needed urgency on the clock. That’s where you’d seemed to thrive when the clock was ticking. It never seemed to get better with Aaron. He was cold with you. Never downright mean but brushing the line that he knew he couldn’t cross. Still, you’d never seemed to grow to dislike the man. Spencer let it slip that he felt like he let the entire team down when I came in and solved a case in hours.

You knew how finnicky pride could be. You knew just how dangerous that emotion could turn out to be. You’d let it get the better of you a few times. That was the difference between life and death though. The difference between bringing a family back together or giving them the worst news of their lives. So, you’d give Aaron a pass even if he didn’t really deserve it.

You’d also grown to adore his team. You’d made sure to ask Spencer time and time again to confirm that you weren’t overstepping but he shook it off each time telling you that he enjoyed having you on some of the cases. It brought him back to the fun they had in post-grad all those years ago. Naturally, you’d gravitated towards your friend during the cases you’d been asked to join. Aaron’s eyes always seemed to be glaring at you whenever you caught him. You had a sneaking suspicion you didn’t catch him nearly as often as you did.

Spencer would always just tell you that it was just Aaron. But it had been months now and he was still as ice cold as he was on day one. One by one you’d become close with each of the other members but never dreamed of approaching him. He’d let you know just how much he disliked you. You’d gotten the message loud and clear.

A call came through in the dead of night waking you from the light sleep you were in, always ready, “Hello?” You sounded groggy.

“Y/N. It’s Strauss. Another abduction. Fifteen-year-old girl this time.” She didn’t elaborate waiting for your response.

You sighed, “Why is it always children? I’ll be there in forty.”

Sleepily, you drove into Quantico. You were delighted to see you were the last on there, the team already at work. Yawning you slipped into the conference room greeted by a rather

“Y/N! You’re here. I was getting nervous.” Emily smiled patting your shoulder before moving over next to JJ.

Derek laughed, “Pretty boy was just about to call.”

You grinned looking over at Spence, “Sorry guys, the apartment is closer to Georgetown than it is here.” Your commute was just under an hour. Forty minutes if you pushed it.

“We’re just glad you’re here.” JJ chimed in patting the seat next to her, “We think we have a lead, come take a look.”

Hotch watched in awe as you moved to sit next to her. You’d seamlessly integrated yourself as a semi-permanent member of his team. They’d all seen you an integral member to specific types of cases. Cases that had time constraints. And unfortunately for you that seemed to be child abductions more often than not. Had he been too harsh on you? Was he doing it to protect his team that didn’t even need it? He had a sinking feeling he already knew the answers to those questions, and it wasn’t going to be what he wanted to hear.

He continued to watch as Rossi joked with you, Reid smiled far more often than he’d been used to, Derek already gave you the nickname ‘pretty girl’ to match Spencer’s own pretty boy. You brought ease and order to the team. You took the stress and siphoned it out of a situation. Even Aaron had to admit you were a hell of a profiler. He wasn’t blind either. He found you exceptionally beautiful. A detail Spencer conveniently left out.

He knew he might’ve already burnt that bridge with you though. He’d been nothing but an ass to you. You’d never snapped back though. Always taking everything in grace. You knew the pecking order and it wasn’t up to you to dismantle that or shake up the status quo.

Spencer noticed Hotch’s apprehension to his friend. Spence felt awful that his boss had yet to warm up to you. You were nothing but kind and incredibly good at your job. A combination that Hotch was usually a sucker for. Was his pride really that badly wounded?

He heard you let out a string of cuss words seeing the pictures of the last crime scene. Brutal. Absolute brutality. Whomever was doing this to children was beyond help.

“Jeeze Y/N, you kiss your boyfriend with that mouth?” Derek smirked laying it on thick. That comment brought Hotch right back into the present far too curious to hear what you had to say.

You threw your head back in laughter, “Hardly Derek. Between the teaching, directing and this. I don’t have the time to go meet anybody.”

Derek’s eyes flicked to Hotch’s so quickly even you didn’t catch it, “Who says you haven’t met him already?” Your eyes found his, a fiendish persona reveled in your bashfulness after tops of your cheeks turned a twinge pink.

You couldn’t let him win like that. Not with all those eyes listening in to the conversation intently, “In your wildest dreams Morgan.” A wink sent him into a fit of laughter. He too loved your ability to give and take. Knowing how to play along with him seamlessly.

Hotch coughed drawing all those curious eyes back to him, “Let’s get moving. Reid and JJ head back to police station and update the chief on the latest. Emily and Rossi go update the family. Morgan and Y/N you’re with me. Unsubs house.” You gave him a twisted look. You’d never been with him, and you’d certainly never been to an Unsubs residence while on a case. You were a profiler. A professor. Not a cop. Not comfortable with confrontation your heart was already picking up the pace just thinking about it.

“I don’t think this is a great idea sir…” You’d managed to mumble out once most of the team had cleared the room. You were sure your nervousness was full front, and center displayed across your facial features.

He cocked his head studying you again. Always studying you. Always on guard around you, “I think it is.”

You cursed under your breath almost embarrassed to admit it to him, “I’ve never done that before, going to an active scene.”

He shrugged loosening his gaze a smidge for the first in front of you, “First time for everything. You’ve been through the training in the last few months. You can do it.” He nodded eyeing the door but making sure your head was in it before he left. Last thing he needed was you not 100% ready and getting injured. He knew you were ready for it though. He’d had a daft curiously of how you’d handle that type of pressure.

The three of you sped to the crime scene. Morgan forced you to sit up front by diving into the truck and taking the entirely of the back seat up shooting you a sly grin before shutting the door. You felt the weight of the bulletproof vest

“Stay behind me, pretty girl. We’ll go room to room on the main level.” Derek spoke with conviction once the three of you made it to the front of the home. Your heart was hammering so hard you could hear the blood echoing in your ears. Focus. You could do this. Aaron believed you could.

Hotch nodded, “I’ll take upstairs. Listen to Morgan.” He ordered before nodding at Derek. All hell broke loose as you went room to room clearing. Before you heard the gunshots upstairs. Morgan rushed upstairs with you behind him. Hotch stood with his gun pointed at the now deceased unsub who had a shotgun in his own procession.

“The girl. Where is she?” You asked turning away from the blood spatter that laced the wall behind the body.

“Go, find her.” He barked turning away from the kill. You prayed that was something you never had to do.

You ran out downstairs searching. It wasn’t until you found the basement door that you flew down there. A strangled gasp came from your throat as you spotted the girl in the corner on a bloody mattress. You shuddered at the thought that it wasn’t only her blood coating that mattress.

“Hotch! Morgan! She’s down here!” You bellowed out dropping the gun immediately and softening your expression after witnessing the shaking, bound girl. She’d been beat up. Quite a few times by the look of differently faded bruises littered haphazardly around her hardly dressed body.

You unzipped your jacket clutching it in your hand. Putting your hands up you dropped down to your knees keeping a distance away letting her know you weren’t a threat. You put your hands up, “Hi sweetheart. My name is Y/N. I work for the FBI and we’re here to help you. Can I bring you this jacket to cover up?” You asked her in your most gentle voice. Like you were talking to the most helpless soul on the planet. She might’ve been at that very moment.

Aaron and Derek watched from the stairwell as you stood up walking over to her with slow small steps. Once you reached her you dropped down again, “Is it alright if I touch you? What hurts the worst sweetheart?”

She shook her head before breaking. Breaking down completely. The tears turned to ugly sobs. She reached out for you, and you grabbed her quickly. Pulling her right into your embrace. She fisted your shirt like her life depended on it unaware of the two men watching the scene unfold before them. They’d called for an ambulance and just had to wait. But you were there for her. He felt a light flutter in his stomach as he watched you caress her face and play with her hair. Whispering in her ear and hold her tight. You were a natural. Aaron could see it plain as day now.

Slowly her harsh wails turned to strained tears. Almost all her energy depleted as she leaned on you. You wrapped your jacket around her small frame to cover whatever decency she had left. The poor babies life was over as she knew it. Her life was going to be an uphill battle from this point going forward. Your heart shattered as you brought her back into your chest. Whispering those sweet reassurances to the utterly broken girl sitting in your lap.

Once the ambulance took her away Hotch turned towards you observing once more. Your usually chipper grin was downturned. It had affected you more than he had sensed. It was hard. Impossible sometimes. And this was a good outcome. An exceptional one even.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He asked finally letting that guard down.

You nodded so softly he didn’t know if you truly meant it or not, “Yeah. I just… I’ve never done that. Spence always told me stories, but I guess… I don’t know.” You sighed at a loss for words.

He stepped forward placing a hand on your shoulder this time, “It’s okay. It’s difficult. We all know. But think of the good you’d done. You were there for her when she needed it most. We didn’t train you for that. You’re just a good person. Don’t let this job ever take that away from you.”

Your mouth almost dropped as listened to him. He was always a man of so few words this felt like an all on speech for you. So long was that hard gaze you grew to expect over the last few months and was replaced with something much softer and kinder. The look he gave him other agents. The ones he’s known and worked with for years. Maybe Spence was right, maybe he was warming up to you a bit.

Things had been going well. Another month had passed, and you’d been called on for few more cases. You’d refused pay simply because you came and went as you had time. You called it tunning up for your professorship.

Aaron had completely warmed up to you over that time. You were still terribly timid around him. Old habits died hard with you. But he was trying. Making small gestures when you were around. Getting you coffee, holding open the door for you, smiling a little bit more.

It wasn’t lost on the team. They’d seen the change even if you refused to. Spencer constantly bugged you about it once Morgan put a big in his ear. Planted a seed that bloomed in that beautiful brain of his.

Aaron had a scowl on his face watching you and Spencer joke around in the conference room. Why weren’t you even remotely like that with him?

“You could just tell her instead of shooting daggers at Reid.” Derek clapped his bosses back cracking a smile at him.

“She doesn’t like me.” The scowl dropped as he turned towards his agent.

“So, you think. More intimidated by you than doesn’t like you. You were kind of an ass there for a while.” Derek egged his boss on. It wasn’t often he was able to get under his skin.

Aaron rolled his eyes, through gritted teeth he answered him, “I know Morgan.”

“Why were you anyway?” He asked, digging for more and more. The true king of gossip at Quantico.

He shrugged, “To protect you guys. She was an outsider. We didn’t know anything about her.”

Derek let out a laugh that even drew your attention away from Spencer and over to them. Giving them a sheepish wave, you looked away back to Spence quickly. Aaron’s hard eyes turned soft made you feel a certain type of way. He was back to being that handsome man you first laid eyes on. A man who seemed so far out of your league it was laughable.

“Whatever you want to tell yourself boss man. But we both know that’s not the case. It’s okay to have feelings after Haley. It’s been years Hotch.” Morgan squeezed his shoulders urging his friend on, “I’m going to go grab Reid. Go apologize and tell her how you feel. You might be surprised. Go be happy instead of being jealous.”

He mumbled something incoherent but didn’t stop him. Spencer gave Derek a knowing look. You waved him off turning back to the case you were reviewing. It wasn’t a moment later the same chair Spencer

“I’m sorry.” He spit it out certainly not afraid to beat around the bush with it.

Tilting your head to the side you asked, “What for?”

“Being an ass your first few months here.” Again, he was com

You were a bit stunned, “Oh, thanks. I’m happy to be here.”

“You are an exceptional profiler Y/N and an incredible asset to this team. You’ve got a heart of gold. You work with victims better than anybody I’ve seen. Do you know how heartwarming that is to witness? You’re a natural with it all. So, I’m sorry. I’m so happy to have you here.” He let out a breath after airing it out there.

Your heart rate sped up to that rapid rate that made you feel almost uncomfortable, “You mean it?”

“Every last word.” He looked at you expectantly. It could go either way. Either really good or horrifically bad.

You gave him your first genuine smile. One he’s seen come out for everybody else except for him. Until now, “Thank you Aaron. That was very kind.”

He nodded, “Of course. It’s the truth.” You could tell he wanted to say more but didn’t know how to.

You felt a weird surge of confidence brush over you, “For the record. I’ve really enjoyed working for you. With you. I’ve learned a lot.” You too wanted to say something more, but the words were impossible to think of.

The tension was thick. But Aaron decided to cut it. Throwing caution to the wind, “Since you technically don’t work here I don’t think what I’m going to say next is really crossing the line.” He breathed taking a second before gathering the courage he needed, “You are absolutely beautiful Y/N. Inside and out. You’ve been chipping away at my heart ever since you stepped into this world. You are exceptional. I like you. Way more than a boss should. Way more than a friend should.”

Your mouth did drop this time. That was everything you wanted to hear and exactly what you expected not to hear. He liked you? You’d thought back on the month and didn’t see the signs. It seemed so obvious once he spoke it so clearly.

You started giggling at the hilarity of it all.

“What?” He asked smiling, easing back in his chair feeling eased by the lightness of the room.

“I can profile everything but my own damn life.” You kept giggling only to be stopped when he grabbed your hands.

“You’re even prettier when you laugh like that.”

Your blush was mad by now, “Thank you Aaron.”

“Would you let me take you out sometime? On a date? A proper one. Where we get dressed really nice. I’ll take you to a fancy restaurant. All that jazz.”

You smiled even wider, “If that’s really what you want.”

Squeezing your hand as a confirmation he nodded, “Pretty girl, it’s all I want.” His grin was everything as you both sat there smiling at each other like two lovesick fools.

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✮⋆˙ “Smile, Aaron!”

Day 6 of 12 days of Christmas

Aaron x reader

1545

You are Aaron’s new gf and spend Christmas Day with him and Jack

“Y/N look at my Darth Vader lego!” Jack exclaimed as you entered the apartment. It was Christmas Morning and you’d let Jack and Aaron have their morning together before heading in.

“Jack, let y/n get in first buddy,” Aaron laughed. You smiled and embraced Aaron. His strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist and he even lifted you off your feet slightly. You squealed, not expecting it.

“Merry Christmas beautiful,” he whispered.

“Merry Christmas handsome,” you replied. He lifted your chin with his fingers and took your lips into a soft kiss. Jack ‘ewwed’ as he watched it and you laughed, pulling away. You tried to hide your blush but it was unsuccessful. He wrapped an arm around your waist and you turned to his son.

“Whats this present you got?” You asked him.

“It’s star wars lego! Can we build it now? Can you help y/n?” He asked, smiling up at you with his big eyes.

“Dinner is nearly ready but you can start it together,” Hotch said.

“How about you open my presents, we set the table and then after dinner, we can start it - all three of us?” You suggested. Jack’s eyes lit up widely.

“You got us presents?”

“Of course I did! Go sit down.”

You picked up the large bag that you left by the door and Aaron looked at you.

“You didn’t need to get us anything.”

“I know,” you said, smiling. “I wanted to. Go sit.”

Both your boys sat eagerly. Jack with his legs tucked under him on the floor and Aaron sat on the sofa.

“Okay, it’s nothing mega. I just saw them all and thought of you,” you said. You handed Jack the three for him and Aaron two for him. Jack immediately ripped off the paper and out fell another star wars lego set which made Aaron laugh.

“More!” Jack exclaimed.

“More! It’s not as fancy as your Darth Vader one but your dad told me how much you enjoyed lego.” It was a scene rather than a structure but Jack didn’t mind, he turned the box around to show Aaron the figures he got in the set. He was impressed. You felt the christmas warmness spread through your heart at his happy face.

“You have to open the next one at the same time as your dad-” you smiled and handed them both squishy presents.

“Okay ready dad… one… two….” they both ripped them open and Aaron burst out laughing when he noticed what it was. He held up the pyjama set, covered in little cartoon Darth Vaders and Jack held his up, covered in cartoon Lukes. They were both midnight blue, covered in other cartoons from the film - the ships, storm troopers, Chewy. It was a set of pants with a button up shirt.

“Do you get it?” you asked, sheepishly.

“Get it?” Jack asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Luke, I am your father,” Aaron said, in his best Darth Vader voice.

“Oooh!” Jack burst out laughing and you smiled too.

“You are so cute,” Aaron said, looking over at you. You blushed again, you weren’t used to this affection. “These are perfect.” he said again.

“Open your next ones, come on-” you ushered him, handing him the next gift. You loved the attention and affection but had no idea how to deal with it. Aaron smiled and opened his present whilst Jack opened his last too. You got Jack a math’s stationary set with all the correct scientific equipment as Aaron had told you he’d been super interested in physics and mathematics and he was overjoyed. You got Aaron a watch, with the face of a picture of him and Jack after his triathlon. The face was slightly opaque so unless you looked at the right angle, you couldn’t see it. He smiled widely, admiring it before pulling up his shirt sleeve and putting it on. You watched in awe at how lucky you’d got.

“Come on Dad! Let’s go get changed!” Jack announced, jumping up. He grabbed his pjs and grabbed his dad’s hand. You laughed, not expecting to see the fashion show so soon but you didn’t dare argue.

A few minutes later, Jack emerged from his room with his pajamas on. They were a little big so you called him over to help roll up the sleeves.

“These are so awesome,” he said, staring at the patterns.

“I’m glad you love them. If you want, I can take them and properly adjust them,” you told him.

“Like sew them up and things?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Yeah. If you want, unless you like them a little bigger. It’s up to you.”

“My mum used to adjust my clothes,” he said softly. You paused and looked at him. Aaron had told you what had happened to Hayley but you’d never heard either of them talk about her otherwise. Before you could say anything, Aaron came from his bedroom, wearing his too.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him. A grown man, tall and scary looking sometimes looked so soft and bear-like in his star wars pjs - matching his son. You felt tears in your eyes. Jack turned and gasped loudly.

“Dad, you look so cool.”

“Thanks buddy! You look super cool too.”

You still hadn’t stopped staring at him. You watched the way Jack ran into his arms and wrapped himself around his torso. Aaron held onto him, bent over and kissed the top of his head and real tears fell down your cheeks. Your boyfriend looked up and saw them, he smiled softly. You fell even more in love with him.

“Let me get a picture,” you said, quickly wiping your tears and jumping up. You found your phone in your jacket pocket and Jack wrapped his arm around his dad’s back, turning into you. He had one hand with his thumb up and a big cheesy grin on his face. Aaron put a hand on Jack’s shoulder and copied his son’s hand gesture.

“Smile, Aaron,” you teased. Everytime there was a camera present, he seemed to lose his ability to smile.

“Dad!” Jack laughed, knowing it too. “Smile!” Aaron smiled wide, it reached his eyes and you melted once more as you took a few snapshots of your favourite boys.

You and Jack got to setting the table and Aaron went to finish up the last few bits of dinner.

“Y/N,” Jack said, sitting in his seat.

“Yeah buddy?”

“Will you be my new mum?”

You paused again. You looked at him and noticed him looking at the picture frame on the mantel. It was a beautiful picture, of Jack, Aaron and Hayley. You loved it.

“No buddy,” you said. You sat beside him, at your designated seat and he sighed. “I’ll never replace you mum. Never be your new mum. But I’ll love you and I’ll love your dad.”

“I don’t want you to adjust my pajamas,” he said after a few seconds. “That’s my mum’s job.

“That’s okay,” you replied and took hold of his hand. “You’ll grow into them anyways.”

“Okay! We have chicken, turkey, brussel sprouts, roast potatoes, yorkshire puddings, pigs in blankets, mixed vegetables and beef gravy!” Aaron said proudly. You smiled and looked at the extravagant spread.

“We’re going to eat all of this to ourselves?” you asked.

“Dad gives the left overs to the homeless shelters. We always go on boxing day,” Jack announced as he reached to help himself. Your eyes grew wide in shock and your heart exploded with love. You looked at Aaron and he blushed.

“Could you get any better?” you asked softly, almost talking to yourself.

“Any meat, m’lady?” He said, keeping his eyes down and presenting the plate of chicken.

Later that night, you sat in front of the fire with your feet up and hot chocolate in your hand. You had a film ready to play on the large TV and a bundle of blankets around you. You could hear Aaron putting Jack to bed and you smiled contently. This had been the best christmas you had had in the longest time and your boys had made it so special.

It wasn’t long before Aaron joined you on the sofa. He sat beside you and you turned to look at him. You admired the shadow forming on his chin and his slightly tired eyes from the long day.

“You look so beautiful in the fire light,” he said. You blushed and lowered your eyes. “And you look even more beautiful with pink cheeks.”

“Shush,” you giggled nervously and turned to the TV. He laughed a little and moved closer to you. He put the blanket over his legs and you realised he was still wearing the pjs. He wrapped an arm around your waist and cuddled in to you. You felt the butterflies in your stomach but let you head curl in the crease of his neck. He planted a gentle kiss onto your head before resting his chin on it.

“Y/N,” he muttered after a few moments.

“Hm?” You replied, letting your eyes fall closed in the warmness of his embrace.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” You replied with no hesitation. You didn’t need to hesitate. You did love him.

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Back to Me

Summary: Aaron needs you and Jack to come back to him.

Word Count: 8030

Warnings: kidnapping, CM type violence, guns

A/N: Not gonna lie, I love this story. I'm very obsessed with our dear Agent Hotchner right now. I might not be the best writer, but I am actually proud of the story :)

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The sound of the lock in the door opening clued you into his arrival. You shifted slowly, not wanting to wake Jack as you climbed out of his bed. He had only just fallen asleep a few minutes ago as you finished reading him a story.

"Aaron?" you called quietly as you moved through the apartment to the front door. Just when you wrapped your arms around him, his phone started ringing.

"Hotchner," you stayed hugging him while the conversation played out. "I'll be there in an hour." He hung up, finally returning your embrace.

"Do you want me to wake Jack? Say hi before you have to leave again?" you asked, relishing in his embrace a little longer.

"No, better to let him sleep. The case is local, so I shouldn't be gone long." Aaron replied, stepping out of your arms and retrieving his bag. You followed him down the hall, watching as he unpacked and changed before getting ready to leave again.

"Hey," you stopped him on his way out of the bedroom. "I love you, okay?" He sighed in relief, stalling his exit to pull you back into another hug.

"I love you too. Thank you." After another moment, he stepped back. He kissed your forehead before turning to head back down the hallway and out the door.

You met Aaron a little over a year ago. You had just moved to DC for a new job and decided the farmer's market would be a fun change of pace.

"Thank you," you smiled at the woman selling produce before turning back to the rest of the market. You roamed aimlessly through the stalls, not looking for anything specific.

"Excuse me," you turned at the sound of a young voice, surprised to find a small boy trying to get your attention.

"Hi there," you smiled, squatting down to his level. "What's your name? Are you here alone?" you asked. The boy couldn't have been any older than six or seven.

"I'm Jack. I came with my daddy, but I can't find him. I just wanted to get some candy, cause there were free ones." He held out his hand to show you the candy.

"It's nice to meet you, Jack. I'm Y/N. what does your daddy look like? I can help you find him." You listened as he tried to explain his dad, but the description could mean anything. What does tall really mean to a six-year-old? All you really know is that he has dark hair. "Okay, what's your daddy's name?"

"Aaron!" he answered excitedly, proud to know the answer.

"Alright, let's start looking!"

You hadn't made it more than five steps before someone was anxiously scooping up the boy. The man looked relieved to find him, but Jack's reaction wasn't what you'd expected. He looked stiff in the man's arms.

"Jack! I told you not to leave my side," he spewed on and on about how happy he was to find him, Jack's face tucked into his shoulder.

"What's your name?" you were too skeptical of the situation to let him just walk away with Jack.

"Hm? Oh, Aaron," he smiled. "Thank you. For keeping him safe." He nodded toward Jack.

Despite his correct answer, something didn't feel right. Jack stressed that his dad's hair was dark. Sure, this guy has brown hair, but it wasn't exceptionally dark.

"Just a minute!" you called before he could walk away. You grabbed Jack out of his arms, catching the man off guard. "Jack, is this your dad?" He just shook his head, eyes wide.

"Hey! Give him back!" The man screamed, reaching for Jack. You turned away from him, shielding Jack with your body. "Give him to me you stupid bitch!"

His yelling only justified your decision. You leaned over Jack, protecting him from the man who you were now sure is not his father. Unbeknownst to you, the man's yelling caused quite a scene in the otherwise peaceful farmer's market.

"Jack!" You heard another voice yelling for Jack, but your adrenaline was pumping too much to let him go. The man was still reaching for Jack, hitting and scraping you. Jack's safety was now your top priority.

Eventually, someone pulled the man off you, but the yelling never stopped. He kept screaming "that's my son" or "give him to me" over and over. You could hear sirens in the distance, growing closer.

"Are you okay?" you leaned back just far enough to look Jack in the eye. He nodded his head, but you could easily tell how scared he was.

"Where's my dad?" he asked, voice shaking. You opened your mouth to respond when someone else started talking.

"Excuse me, ma'am? Could you explain what's going on?" you turned to see a uniformed officer asking you the question. Her partner was holding back the man who claimed to be Jack's father. You picked Jack up without even thinking about it, still feeling him shaking. You explained everything to the officer as quickly as you could, not wanting to put Jack through anything else.

While the officer wrote everything down, you finally had a chance to scan the newly amassed crowd. Jack looked with you, still anxiously searching for his father.

"There!" he pointed. "That's my dad! DAD!" You followed his line of sight, finally noticing a dark-haired man pushing his way through the crowd. "Daddy!"

Jack bounced with excitement as his dad got closer. When he finally reached you both, Jack practically jumped from your arms to get to him sooner. That is more like the reaction you expected.

You stepped back, letting the two of them greet each other. The officer asked you more questions, moving on to whom you could only assume was actually Aaron. You couldn't help but overhear his answers.

"I was putting my change away and when I turned around he was gone." He held tight to his son, barely looking at the officer asking the questions.

"Then I found that lady and she saved me from the bad man!" Jack chimed in, turning the focus back to you. You smiled at Jack.

"I'm just happy I could help."

Before you could say anything else, the police started talking again. They collected everyone's information, taking down everything they would need to call you in for a formal statement.

You shook Aaron's hand and said goodbye to Jack, assuming that would be it. You didn't fully realize how involved you would be in the case against the man who attempted to kidnap Jack. Thankfully, he took a plea, so you didn't have to testify in a trial.

Throughout the process, you saw Aaron and Jack a few more times. With each encounter, you learned more about the two of them. You found yourself looking forward to seeing them. When you received a call with the sentencing information, informing you the case was over, you found yourself mildly disappointed that you no longer had an excuse to see them.

That feeling was quickly followed by guilt. You would only serve to remind them of Jack's near kidnapping. Being free of you would only improve their lives and let them move on.

For a few months, that was it. You had thought your life was Hotchner-free. But, a chance encounter at a coffee shop changed everything.

"Y/N!" a young voice shouted your name causing you to turn around. Just as you finished spinning toward the sound, you felt the force of a six-year-old boy throwing his arms around you.

"Jack!" you nearly squealed, squatting down to hug him better. You looked around for Aaron, surprise covering your features when you couldn't see him. "Where's your dad?"

Jack paused, looking around with you. "I don't know. He... he was right behind me. But then I saw you in here so I ran to get you!"

"Well, let's go find him." You held out your hand for Jack, carrying your coffee in the other. Just a few steps later, Aaron was running into the store. He stopped short when he saw you with Jack.

"You must think I'm a terrible father," Aaron sighed.

"Not at all," you smiled, leading Jack toward him.

"You're a great daddy!" Jack chimed in, eager to calm his father's fears.

"Thank you, buddy. I need you to stop running away from me," he smiled down at his son, taking his hand from you.

"But you said to stay with adults I know, and I know Y/N!" Jack explained.

"That's right, bud. You do know me." You smiled at Jack, trying to keep this light-hearted despite the serious potential consequences. "But, you shouldn't run away from your dad. He worries about you, so you should tell him where you're going. Then he can help keep you safe." Jack nodded, hanging on your every word.

"Daddy, can Y/N come with us to lunch?" Jack asked, bouncing with excitement. It seems you weren't the only one missing your time together. Aaron looked at you, the question clear in his eyes. You smiled, a slight nod showing your agreement.

"I don't know. You'll have to ask her." Aaron smiled slightly, encouraging his son to actually ask you instead.

"Y/N, do you want to come to lunch with us?" Jack asked, more shyly than when he questioned his dad.

"I'd love to buddy. Let's go."

It didn't take much for you to fully fall for Aaron, especially when you started loving Jack along with him. You grew closer every moment you spent together, and eventually confessed your feelings toward each other. A few months ago, Aaron asked you to move in with them.

It wasn't unusual for cases to happen back to back like this. The last case took a little over a week, but that meant nothing when another case popped up immediately. At least with a local case, you've got a chance of seeing Aaron at night. However, returning to work this late could only mean emergent attention was needed. You hated to think what that meant.

Instead of dwelling on it, you checked to make sure Jack was still asleep before getting ready for bed yourself. You followed your nightly routine methodically, still trying to clear your head of what Aaron could possibly be facing.

Everything was completely normal when you finally settled into bed. You checked on Jack one more time while you turned off the hall lights, then laid down in bed to read. You were just a few pages from the end of a chapter when you heard a noise down the hall.

"Jack?" you asked, walking down the hall. You looked in his bed, glad to see him still asleep. You heard another sound in the kitchen just as you shut the door to Jack's bedroom. "Aaron?" you called.

You continued down the hall, eager to see Aaron again so soon but nervous about what it could mean for the case. Just as you turned to enter the kitchen, you felt a sharp pain across your forehead. Then, everything faded to black.

You groaned as you woke up. The pain in your head made your thoughts foggy. You reached to rub the spot that hurt, but your arms were stuck behind your back. The restriction of your movement jolted you to the present, reminding you of the events before you lost consciousness.

"Jack," you whispered, anxiously looking around the room. No light streamed in from windows near the ceiling of the warehouse-type building you were being held in, so you knew it couldn't have been long. There were crates and boxes strewn about the room, some covered in canvas cloths.

You pushed yourself across the floor toward the nearest stack of crates, stretching as far as you could to pull the cloth off. Dust floated through the air, the cloth falling over your head. You moved desperately across the floor trying to rid yourself of the covering.

Finally getting free, you pushed yourself back toward the crates. You searched the edges, looking for anything rough enough to help you get rid of the tape. The rough concrete floor tore at your skin as you pushed further and further to search the other edges.

On your third try, you found a nail sticking out of the corner near the very bottom. Getting into the correct position was harder than you expected, and you scraped your hands and wrists in your efforts to cut the tape. Still, you managed to free your hands enough to rip through the last of the bindings. You quickly used your newly freed hands to tear the tape from your ankles as well. Slowly, you rose to your feet. You could feel your limbs were weak after being restrained.

You crept toward the door quietly. Before opening it, you listened for the sound of anyone on the other side. You could hear a faint whining, but no other movement. You winced at the sound of the door opening, but you moved through the doorway anyway. Jack was in the corner, his hands and feet bound similarly to your own, but with tape over his mouth.

"Jack," you rushed toward him. You removed the tape as carefully, but quickly, as possible. "Are you okay?" He nodded, but the tears in his eyes betrayed his true feelings. "Come with me."

You grabbed his hand, again looking around the room in an attempt to escape. There was only one other door in the room making for an easy decision. Once again, you stopped at the door to listen for anything on the other side. When you didn't hear anything you slowly pushed through the door. You pulled Jack behind you, trying to keep him out of harm's way.

The new room looked just like the previous two, with one more door on the far side. Listening for noise on the other side, you could hear footsteps coming toward the door. You pushed Jack behind a stack of crates, ducking down with him just as the door flew open.

"FBI, show yourself!" A voice you'd never heard before called through the dust.

"Oh, thank God. Jack, let's go." You picked him up and ran toward the agent paying no mind to your weary limbs or the fact that Jack really was too big to be carried. "Where's Aaron?"

"He's checking another site, please come with me." The man guided you out of the warehouse and to a running SUV. You climbed in the back with Jack still holding him close to you.

"Where are the people who took us?" you asked, wanting to be sure you and Jack were safe.

"My colleagues took them in just a few minutes ago. We found them in the front of the warehouse. It's nice to finally put a face to the name, Y/N" he continued.

"Oh, of course! It's nice to meet you..." you drifted off, clearly waiting for a name.

"Derek. Derek Morgan," he supplied. You felt Jack squeeze your hand, but you attributed it to nerves.

"Well, thank you, Derek. You're alone here?" you questioned curiously. It didn't make sense for an agent not to have a partner.

"Like I said," he started. "My colleagues left to take in the men who took you." Once again, you felt Jack squeeze your hand. This time, you turned toward him.

"What's up, buddy? Derek is taking us to your dad." You tried to smile, but it was clear to both of you that it was a little forced. Jack shook his head as you spoke, gesturing for you to lean in closer.

"That's not Derek," he whispered, eyes wide.

"What?" you asked, although you heard him clearly. "But then..." Your adrenaline started pumping as you realized the precarious position you now found yourself in. "It's okay Jack. I'll figure this out."

"I don't think you will, Y/N. I don't think you will." The man driving cut the act. "I have to say, you weren't supposed to get out of the restraints. How'd you manage?" You ground your teeth to hold in your rapidly fluctuating emotions. "Oh, that's okay. I'll use something stronger than the buffoons who took you. Idiots."

Your mind was reeling as you tried to remember everything you knew about self-defense and how you might lead Aaron to you. A secondary location was bad enough, but a secondary kidnapping? One who you left with voluntarily? There won't be anything at the scene to tell them where to go... If you're going to get out of this, you have to do it yourself.

"What are we doing here?" Morgan asked, his exhaustion giving way to frustration.

"Tori Fallon, age 6, was reported missing an hour ago. She was taken from her bedroom after her parents read her a story." JJ filled in the team as Hotch walked through the door.

"What do we know?" he asked, not one to waste time on pleasantries.

"The window was broken and there was a note left," JJ added.

"From a chained accommodation, I see a desert with monuments built by the hands of an adolescent." Spencer read the riddle, pausing only momentarily to think. "A playground. Is there a playground she went to frequently?"

"Let's find out, she lives 25 minutes from here. Let's go," Rossi chimed in, already rising from his seat.

"A playground?" Emily questioned as they walked to the SUVs.

"A chained accommodation is a swing, the desert a sandbox. Children build sandcastles or 'monuments' in the sand." Reid shot back.

"Dave, take Morgan and see if you can find anything at the house. JJ, go with them and talk to the family. Reid, Prentiss, we'll head to the playground."

The team all nodded with a newfound focus driven by the motivation to find the missing girl. It didn't take more than half an hour for Hotch to pull the SUV to a stop in the playground parking lot.

"Check the swings and the sandbox. He might've left another clue," Hotch instructed, one hand on his weapon and the other holding his flashlight.

"Hello?" a young girl called out, her voice clearly terrified. "I did what you said!" she cried.

"Tori? We're with the police, where are you?" Emily called while Hotch and Reid followed through with the original plan.

"I'm in the slide!" she called, her voice more urgent. "You have to get me out, those were his rules!" Emily rushed to her, quick to check the slide was clear before climbing inside to help Tori. Hotch and Reid met them as they climbed out. Tori was completely fine, although still terrified.

"You're parents are on the way. They'll be here soon." Hotch tried to reassure her. "Whose rules?"

"The man you took me here. He said to stay in the slide until the police came to get me out. Or else he would hurt my mommy and daddy." She was still shaking in Emily's arms as her parents pulled up to the playground. JJ, Morgan, and Rossi walked up to the rest of the team, the question clear on their faces.

"Why kidnap a child and leave her completely fine at the playground 5 minutes away?" Rossi voiced the obvious.

"Reid." Hotch nodded to him and Spencer held up the note he found in the sandbox.

"For this," he unfolded the note, all eyes on him. "Lost something?"

"That's it?" Morgan asked, incredulous.

"No, there's a picture..." Reid turned the page around to show the team. It wasn't a recent picture, although Hotch was the only one who could tell with absolute certainty when it was from. You were squatting so you could be at eye level with the young boy you were talking to. The concern on your face was evident, but you were clearly smiling to appease the child. Hotch remembered that day. How could he forget? He nearly lost Jack and met you in the process.

He had his phone in his hand, speed-dial assisting him to make the call before anyone else had looked up from the image on display. "Answer the phone... Answer dammit!"

When the phone went to voicemail, Hotch immediately started moving. He gestured for the team to follow, but didn't bother waiting to see if they would. Dave and Emily got in the car with Aaron. Morgan, Reid, and JJ followed in the other SUV.

"Garcia,' he started when the next call connected. "I need a visual on my apartment building. I can't reach Y/N or Jack. Look out for a white male, dark hair, 5'9". Name is Tucker Landry."

"Running background as we speak." The sounds of Garcia rapidly typing could be heard in the silence. Hotch was already ten minutes from his apartment. "I've got the footage, sir. Two men, both white, but blonde."

"Dammit!" Hotch hit the wheel, his desperation leaking through. "I can't do this again, Dave. I can't lose them."

"You won't," he promised. "Garcia, track their car."

"Already on it, sir. I've followed them four miles north, but they're about to leave the city limits." She continued typing, tracking the car while simultaneously running the check on Landry.

"Find him," Hotch ordered. Meanwhile, he pulled up outside his apartment building. Despite knowing what he would find inside, he ran from the car. Forgoing the elevator, he took the stairs two at a time up the three flights to his apartment. The door was ajar, and drops of blood littered the hallway.

Rossi and Emily pushed past him into the apartment, clearing the rooms as they searched. Hotch stood paralyzed at the entrance, too stuck in the thoughts of what he could find to force himself through the door.

"All clear, they aren't here," Dave called from the kitchen. When no response came, he moved back to the door. "She's not here, Aaron. By the looks of it, they took them both alive."

Hearing that he still had a chance was what he needed to jolt him into action. He was back down the stairs before Morgan pulled the other SUV to the curb.

"What are we looking at?" Morgan asked, JJ and Reid coming around the other side of the SUV.

"Home abduction, minimal blood. Garcia tracked the car north but lost them at the edge of the city." As Rossi filled everyone in, Hotch was already profiling.

"He was opportunistic last time he tried to take Jack. He's not organized enough to coordinate this." Once again, he had his phone in his hand. "Garcia, did you find any properties in his name?"

"Yes, sir. I was about to dial you myself. Tucker Landry's father owned an old warehouse 10 miles north of the city. When his business went belly up, the warehouse was abandoned. Coordinates are already sent."

The warehouse appeared abandoned when they arrived, but that was nothing new. "Morgan, Prentiss go around back. Dave, JJ check for a side entrance. Reid, you're with me." Hotch ordered his team, already on the way inside.

With each room cleared, his anxiety worsened. His need to find you and Jack was nearly overwhelming. Finally, they entered a room, coming face to face with Derek and Emily.

"Back here!" JJ called. "There's duct tape and drops of blood. It looks fresh."

"They were here recently," Dave added. "It looks like she cut herself out of the binding on a nail."

"This is disorganized. So where are they?" Hotch paced, his mind running a mile a minute but coming up with no answers.

"Two bodies out back, looks like the blondes from the surveillance footage," Emily supplied.

"Why lead us here only to take them somewhere else?" JJ questioned.

"The riddle, the 'fake' but real kidnapping to get you out of the apartment, the picture we found there... It's all been about the chase. He wants to feel the power he wasn't able to last time." Reid spoke quickly, trying to keep up with his own train of thought.

"He can't have meant for Y/N to get out of the tape. He might have a plan, but it's not very well thought through." Just as JJ finished talking, Morgan's phone started ringing.

"Babygirl," Morgan started, but he was quickly interrupted.

"Were they there? Are they okay?" Penelope jumped in, the need to know overwhelming her.

"They must have been here recently, but they're gone. We found the blondes, dead. Is there anywhere else he could take them?" he asked.

"The other reason for my call, although I was hoping you wouldn't need it. Landry's father died a few weeks ago. He left Tucker the house in his will. The paperwork hasn't all been filed because he should still be in prison, which is why I missed it on the first pass."

"Coordinates?"

"Already sent. Go get them." Penelope hung up, nervously looking for any more information she could find just in case. The rest of the team split up once more, hoping this would be the ride that lead to your and Jack's safe return.

Jack was bound, tape over his mouth, in the opposite corner of the room. You could still hear him crying, the tears pouring down his small cheeks. This time, he locked you both in a bedroom.

After forcing you and Jack into the room at gunpoint, he made you zip-tie Jack and cover his mouth with more duct tape. He then forced you to bind your own legs before quickly binding your hands. Still, he followed your example and bound your hands in front of you like you did to Jack.

With all the force you could muster, you pushed your hands out and pulled them toward you as fast as you could, pushing your wrists apart on the inswing. It took a few tries, but eventually, you felt the plastic snap. The ties around your feet were harder. Maneuvering closer to the bed, you pushed yourself up until you could cross one foot over the other. Then, you tried to sit down, flattening your ankles. Once again, you felt the plastic give.

Before you could move to free Jack, you heard footsteps coming up the stairs. You quickly moved back to your original position, laying the zip ties around your arms and legs as if they were still attached. At the last second, you gestured for Jack to close his eyes.

Finally, he opened the door and walked into the room with the same level of casualty you'd expect of an old woman on a Sunday stroll. He glanced at you and Jack, clearly pleased you hadn't been able to escape his supposedly superior binding- seems he wasn't much smarter than the so-called buffoons that kidnapped you first.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I didn't cover your mouth." He started talking, and you had to force yourself not to roll your eyes. "Now we can finally talk," he smirked. "Do you remember me?" he waited. You squinted at him, trying to recognize any of the features. "Stupid bitch, just like before."

The words triggered a memory. Suddenly, you were back to leaning over Jack, protecting him from an onslaught of force from the man you knew not to be his father.

'Tucker," you whispered, involuntarily glancing at Jack. Thankfully, he didn't seem to recognize the man or the name.

"And she finally gets it!" he laughs. "You ruined my life. That boy," he points at Jack, "was my ticket out! Out of debt. Out of the country. OUT!" You didn't need to be a profiler to notice he was manic and devolving. "You know, when they gave me the task I thought that was it. There was no way I could figure out how to steal a child. And, boom, then he walked right past me, unaccompanied. But of course, you had to RUIN IT!"

He punctuated this most recent fit by hitting you across the face with the butt of his gun. You winced but still waited for the right opportunity.

"They broke me out of jail to finish the job. You see, bookies don't take kindly to getting stiffed, especially not the kind I've dealt with." Finally, his whole story made sense. "I had him! This would've been so much easier if you just stayed out of it." The sound of his laughing would haunt you for the rest of your life. "And now? Now you get to watch as I get the money I need, and I'm gonna use that kid-"

He turned as he spoke, gesturing to Jack with his empty hand. You took the opportunity to strike, your fear for your own life and Jack's life taking over.

Dating Aaron had many perks, but knowing how to defend yourself was possibly the most important thing he taught you. It was easy enough to surprise him, knocking into him hard enough to get him to drop the gun. Using the momentum to your advantage, you hit him in the solar plexus with the butt of your hand - no harm in falling back on knowledge older than your relationship with Aaron. Miss Congeniality was there for you when he wasn't.

When he fell backward, you quickly stooped to pick up the gun. Standing firmly, you braced yourself the way Aaron taught you, careful to stand at an angle that allowed you to point the gun at Tucker without having Jack in the background.

Tucker stood casually despite the gun aimed at his chest. His glare never left his eyes, but the pretentious smirk on his face clued you in. He was still underestimating you.

"You don't have it in you to shoot me."

You pulled the trigger with no hesitation. The bullet knocked him back to the ground, blood leaking from the chest wound. You could only hope Jack listened to your earlier warning and closed his eyes. You stood frozen, gun still pointed at Tucker for a moment. He was still looking at you when you saw the light leave his eyes.

Suddenly, his phone started ringing. The noise was enough to jolt you into action. If he was trying to sell Jack, then it's possible other people were on the way to the house right now. You made sure to click the safety on before stuffing the gun in the back of your pants like you see in movies.

You found yourself chuckling at how Aaron would definitely yell at you for bad form but now wasn't the time. Without a knife, you weren't sure how to free Jack without hurting him. Instead, you removed the tape from his mouth and carried him out of the room.

"It's okay. I'm gonna get you out of these and we're gonna drive away until we're safe and can call your dad, okay?" Jack just nodded, tears giving way to panic. Your frantic movements likely weren't helping, but you were running on pure adrenaline.

Making it down the stairs with Jack was difficult, but not impossible. Then, it was just a matter of finding the kitchen and using a small knife to cut through the zip ties. The fake FBI vest Tucker wore to "rescue" you was sitting on the counter. It might not be FBI issue, but maybe it is actually bulletproof. You slipped it over Jack's head and tightened the straps as best as you could without wasting too much time.

Thankfully, Tucker threw his keys on the counter as well, so you were able to grab those and head for the front door. Just before you could actually open the door, headlights shone through the windows and you froze.

"Let's go out the back, okay?" you grabbed Jack's hand and the two of you took off. You knew the house backed up to the woods from the ride in, so you ran until you and Jack had enough trees between you and the house to offer cover. You were close enough to see the people running into the house, but you couldn't quite hear them.

"Okay, this could be the actual police. But, it's only two cars... real police would bring SWAT and ambulances."

You sat with Jack behind the trees, holding him close while you tried to think of a plan. Running to the car would almost certainly end poorly. Staying in the woods would only work for so long. You glanced around the tree, thankful that the people inside left their headlights on. You could see clearly all the way down the driveway.

"Alright Jack, here's the plan: we're gonna steal one of their cars. They parked further down the driveway, so if we sneak through the woods we can reach the car without running into the open. Okay?" Jack nodded, his hand gripping yours tightly.

The two of you started making your way as quickly as you could manage with the limited light. As far as you could tell, the people were still looking for you inside- you could see their flashlights in the upstairs windows. About halfway to the car, you heard the back door bang open.

One of them was yelling, but over the sound of your own heart beating and the crunch of leaves under your feet, you could barely hear them. You pulled Jack a little harder, trying to reach the car faster now that the people were outside.

"They have to be here somewhere, fan out!" Aaron screamed, his panic clearly showing through. He took off toward the woods leaving the rest of his team to follow. "Please, Y/N. Please. I need you to be okay. I need you to have Jack. I just... I need it." Aaron muttered, desperately scanning the woods with his flashlight for any sign of you and Jack.

He was so deep into the woods he could barely see the house when he just barely heard Morgan yelling. His heart nearly stopped and for a minute he froze. Then, he ran.

"C'mon, Jack! We're nearly there," you whispered, still holding each other's hands tightly. When you were finally level with one of the SUVs, you wasted barely a glance before jumping out. One of the people was definitely headed in your direction, so you needed to move quickly.

You threw open the backseat, forcing Jack into the car and quickly the door. Already on the driver's side, you threw open your door as well. You could hear the closest person yelling, this time near enough to hear his words.

"Stop! FBI!"

You didn't let the claim phase you, instead hoisting yourself into the car and slamming your own door shut. "Jack, you buckled?" you asked, fastening your own seatbelt.

"Yeah," he whimpered, still terrified.

"Okay, close your eyes again buddy. I'm gonna keep you safe." You threw the car into reverse, whipping around only to find two other people in FBI vests waiting for you. An older man with a beard and a young blonde woman stood in front of you, guns in hand but not pointed at you. You could see the man who yelled running toward the SUV in your rear-view mirror.

Indecision coursed through you. You'd already taken one life today and these people were strangers. The gun you took from Tucker sat on the passenger seat, but you knew a car was a better weapon. You shifted into drive and pressed the gas, praying these two would just get out of the way. When the two realized you weren't going to stop, they jumped to the side, giving you a clear path out.

It was only when you reached the street that you realized you had no idea where you actually were. It was easy enough to remember the way back to the main road, but everything after that is a blur. It only took a few minutes for the other SUV to catch up to you.

You could feel the panic beginning to set in as you sped down the road. You couldn't see any turn-offs and the road was deserted. The people following you were going to catch up. The question was, what were you going to do about it?

"Who was that?" JJ asked, not bothering to dust the dirt from her pants before running with Morgan and Rossi to the other SUV.

"Call Hotch. That was Y/N and Jack," Morgan filled in as he started driving.

"You're sure?" Rossi questioned. When Derek merely nodded, he pulled out his phone. "Aaron, we found them. Y/N's a fighter. She managed to steal one of the SUVs, Jack's in the backseat."

"Where are you?" Aaron felt his panic subside, but he knew he wouldn't be fully calm until he had them in his arms again.

"We're following about a mile back, but she's in fight or flight. If her instincts said running was the safest bet, you can be sure she won't stop until she has to." Dave answered, doing his best to help calm Aaron's fears.

"So, how do we get her to calm down if we can't contact her?" JJ posited.

"She'll calm down if I'm there. I know she will," Aaron was quick to answer, but Rossi was just as fast.

"If we turn back now, we'll lose sight of her. If she thinks we can track the car, she'll ditch it. Aaron, where would she go?"

"Guys..." Morgan nodded toward your car, noting its declining pace. He slowed with you, maintaining the distance. Suddenly, you pulled a 180 and slammed to a stop and they watched as Jack ran from the car into the woods. "What the hell?"

"She wouldn't separate the two of them without good reason. Stop here," Dave instructed as they pulled up about 30 feet away. To their surprise, you got out on your own and stood behind the car door.

You needed a plan and you needed it quickly. Looking around the car, for anything that could help, you finally noticed a phone in the cupholder. Calling Aaron would help your nerves, but he couldn't help you fast enough. You needed a plan now.

"Jack, I'm gonna pull over. When I do, you have to take this phone and run into the woods," you started forming a plan, but Jack wasn't having it.

"I don't wanna leave you!" he cried, tears once again pouring down his face.

"I know, buddy. I know! I need you to be brave. I just need you to run and hide and call 911, okay? I'll stay near the car to keep the bad guys from following you. Then the police and your daddy will come to help us, okay? Can you do that for me? Can you call for help?" you hated putting this kind of pressure on him, but it was your only idea to keep him safe.

"I can do it," he said through tears, gripping the phone tightly when you passed it to him.

"You're so brave, Jack. Your dad is gonna be here soon," you could only hope you were telling the truth. "Don't come back out to me until you hear the police sirens, okay? Are you ready?"

After a few deep breaths, he whispered that he was and you slowed the car. Confident that they weren't going to speed up to crash into you, you whipped the car around and put it in park. Jack followed your plan precisely, running from the car as quickly as his little legs could carry him.

You quickly checked the bullets in your gun counting only five. It would have to do. Without much thought for how insane the entire situation was, you threw open your door and took cover behind it. Gun in hand, you watched the other car just sitting there while praying for the sound of sirens.

After a moment, the three people exited their SUV and stood in a similar fashion to you.

"Y/N, we just want to talk! We work with Aaron!" The older one yelled to you. You could tell the younger one who first yelled at you wanted to follow Jack into the woods.

"Don't come any closer!" you screamed back. "If you work with him, then why isn't he here?"

You know Aaron wouldn't give up the chance to find you. He wouldn't let himself be left behind, not when Jack and you were on the line. You won't fall for this again.

"He's back at the house," the blonde one chimed in. "He was searching the woods for you when you managed to escape."

You started shaking your head before she finished her sentence. After everything you and Jack had been through, you stubbornly refused to believe he had been so close and you missed him.

"We're FBI. We're here to help." The older one started yelling again, but you didn't know what to believe. "I have Aaron on the phone."

You had no idea if he was telling the truth, and no plan came to mind to get the phone without putting yourself in danger. But if Aaron really was on the phone...

"What are your names?" you asked. Even after a year together, Aaron was still too anxious to actually introduce you to the FBI world. Despite never meeting his team, he has told you plenty of stories about them.

"My name is Jennifer Jureau, friends call me JJ." Her voice was calm as she spoke.

"Derek Morgan," the younger man added and you sobbed. You could hear the older man giving his name, but you couldn't understand them. It was the same name. You had no way of knowing if they were telling the truth.

"Why don't you let me get Jack out of the woods? He's probably scared," the man claiming to be Derek called, already moving toward the woods.

"No. No!" Your hands shook as you lifted the gun. "Don't go anywhere near him! I'll shoot! You saw Tucker!"

"Gun!" One of them yelled and they all jumped back behind the doors.

"Y/N, we just want to talk. Tell us how we can convince you."

Aaron was still on the phone with Dave, listening as they tried to calm you down. Emily holding him back was the only thing stopping him from chasing after you on foot.

"I should be there, dammit!" he screamed, pacing.

"She's safe, Hotch. We called for backup," Reid started, but screaming on the other end of the phone stopped everyone.

"Gun! Y/N, we just want to talk. Tell us how we can convince you!"

Dave must've shifted the phone to speaker and set it on the car because Aaron could hear you yelling this time.

"That's what he said!" Your voice was raw and shaking and his heart broke a little more. "He said he was there to help and he lied. He lied! Where's Aaron? I just want Aaron."

Finally, the local police pulled into the driveway. Emily and Spencer stayed behind to fill in the officers. Aaron practically jumped into the first squad car that pulled up to the house, paying no mind to the police that just left the vehicle. He used Emily's phone to follow the GPS coordinates Penelope sent once the two SUVs stopped moving.

"I just want Aaron," you practically sobbed. You hastily rubbed your cheeks to rid yourself of the tears. You were so close, you couldn't give up now. You were still trying to come up with a plan when you finally heard sirens approaching.

Jack ran to you from the woods when the first squad car pulled up. You threw the gun to the ground and wrapped Jack as tightly as you could. Everyone was approaching you, but you only had eyes for Jack.

"You're okay? Does anything hurt?" you asked him, eyes running over his entire body.

"I'm okay," he started. He was going to continue when his eyes lit up. "Uncle Dave!" He ran from your arms to hug the older man from the other SUV. "Uncle Morgan! Aunt JJ!" He hugged them all before returning to you.

You felt renewed tears when you realized what Jack's reaction meant. "You're actually FBI? Aaron... Aaron's at the house?"

"He's on the way here now," the real Derek Morgan filled you in.

"I- I'm sorry I pointed a gun at you," you swallowed, hugging Jack again while you spoke. The relief of finally being safe was setting in and you realized how exhausted you were.

Before any of the agents could reply, another squad car screeched to a halt. The door was opened practically before the car was fully stopped.

"Aaron," you whispered just as Jack screamed, "Dad!"

Aaron was to you and Jack before either of you could take a step. For a few minutes, he just held you both.

"Daddy! I called the police and you came! Just like Y/N said," Jack was all smiles now that everything was over. He would obviously need to work through all of the trauma experienced in the last six hours, but right now he's just glad to be with his dad.

"Of course I did, buddy," he answered, still holding the two of you. "I'll always come for you. Both of you," he squeezed tighter before looking between the two of you. There were uncharacteristic tears brimming in his eyes and his voice betrayed the emotion he was clearly experiencing.

"Jack, why don't we take you over to the ambulance to get checked out? I'll stay with you," Dave guided him over, removing the too-big bulletproof vest as they went.

"Where did you get a vest?" Aaron tried to smile at the adorable image of Jack in an oversized vest, but it vanished when you sobbed into him.

"I'm so sorry, Aaron. I'm so sorry. I wanted to get him out and I walked right into his trap. Tuck- Tucker pretended to be FBI, said the rest of his team took in the guys who kidnapped us and you were searching another potential site. I, I shouldn't have gone with him. I should've known. I-"

"It's not your fault," Aaron cut you off. "You kept him safe. You got him out," he comforted you.

"He," you hiccuped. "He said he was going to sell Jack to pay off his debts. After I... I killed him..." you trailed off. You were only now coming to terms with the events that transpired. "I didn't know if the people coming into the house were the buyers. I didn't know if you'd be able to find us when he took us to a tertiary location. I had to get away. Once I got Jack to safety I was going to call you, but then we were being followed."

"You don't have to go through this now," Aaron interrupted the story, trying anything to get you to stop shaking.

"I do," you insisted trying to get through it quickly. "I found a phone in the car," you started up again, wiping your cheeks. "I asked Jack to run into the woods and call 911 so he wouldn't be caught in the crossfire. I thought... I was willing to kill them if they tried to take Jack," you sobbed.

"I never wanted you to have to do that, but I need you to know how proud I am of you," Aaron soothed, and you managed to choke back your tears enough to listen to him. "I know you did everything to protect Jack. You fought and you bled and you did what you had to to make sure both of you came back to me," his voice broke as he finished the sentence.

"You came for us too," you breathed out. You held each other for another moment before Jack came running back.

"Uncle Dave says it's your turn to get checked," Jack grabbed your hand. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, Jack. I'm just so happy that you're okay, and that your dad is here," you squeezed his hand back. He pulled you toward the ambulance and Aaron followed along. They both stood with you while you got cleaned up, Jack still holding your hand. With these two by your side, you knew you'd be okay.

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villain-apolog1st · 9 months

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Lipstick (David Rossi x Wife!Reader)

Summary: you and David can’t stay off of each other during the car ride to an event

Warnings: NSFW, handjob, finger fucking, semi-public (car with a driver), dirty talk (with slight degrading), competitive (?), (fem!reader)

Translations: dolcezza (honey)

A/N: short fic loosely inspired by Beyoncé’s Partition

You stood in front of the mirror and admired your reflection. The jewel-toned dress you were wearing was floor length with a slit and fit your form perfectly. Your husband was being honoured at a gala tonight recognizing his and others’ contributions to criminology, and as his wife you wanted to ensure you looked the part.

You put on your diamond studs before heading downstairs to where David was pouring both of you champagne. He was dressed in a dark suit, his tie and handkerchief matching your dress. You could smell the expensive cologne he was wearing, the scent enveloping you as you approached him.

“There she is,” he grinned as he handed you a glass. “You are just stunning, Mrs. Rossi.”

David used a hand to spin you around as you giggled, admiring every angle of your form. He pulled you in close, about to press his lips to yours before you turned away.

“Ah, ah,” you tutted. “You are not smudging my lipstick tonight, Dave. Not when all of those important people are going to be at this gala.”

You pulled yourself away from his grip, much to his disappointment. Soon enough, the honk of the driver sounded from outside. The two of you headed out, where the driver was holding the door open for the two of you.

The gala was taking place at a fancy hotel downtown that was a bit of a drive from your secluded home. The view out the window was scenic, and the driver turned the radio up so that the car was filled with soft music.

You sighed softly as David pressed a kiss into your hair. You felt his mouth moving lower, working its way towards your neck as his hand reached up and caressed your breasts.

“David,” you warned.

“Well I’m not smudging your lipstick, am I?” He asked playfully.

“You know, it took me over an hour to get- oh,” you gasped softly when his mouth reached your neck, softly sucking at the sensitive skin.

“It’s not my fault, dolcezza.” David said against your skin, inhaling the scent of your perfume. “You look too beautiful not to touch.”

Your resolve was breaking quickly, especially since his hand was making its way up your leg through the slit of your dress. Blood rushed to your face when you heard the sound of the partition rolling up, realizing the driver was giving the two of you some privacy.

You bit back a moan when David slid your panties aside and began circling your clit with his fingers, making you squirm in your seat. “Don’t let the driver hear you,” he teased.

You could tell he was delighted at your predicament and you decided then that you wouldn’t be the only one coming undone in this car.

You reached towards his lap, to his surprise, and made quick work of unbuckling his belt. “What’re you-” David started, his fingers slowing their ministrations. He clenched his jaw to stop himself from moaning when you took his cock into your hand. You gave it a few strokes as it hardened, using your thumb to spread his precum over the tip. “Don’t let the driver hear you,” you smirked.

You began rhythmically pumping his cock in your hand, enjoying how much David had to restrain himself. He caught the glint in your eye and began circling your clit again, eager to see you come before he did.

“F-fuck,” you hissed as he teased your entrance before plunging in. You panted softly as David fucked you with his fingers, desperately trying not to make any incriminating sounds.

Wanting to win, you retaliated by quickening the pace of your strokes, feeling his cock begin to pulse in your hand.

“I know what you’re doing, Y/N, but you’re going to come on my fingers regardless.” David panted lowly into your ear while his thumb began circling your clit. “And in the back seat of a car too. You’re such a slut for me, sweetheart.”

It was a last ditch effort, knowing how his words would affect you. Fortunately for him, he was right, and he watched smugly as you came around his fingers.

Lost in pleasure, you met David’s lips with yours in a needy kiss. Both of you moaned as his tongue entered your mouth, just as you felt his cock twitch in your hand before he came. David groaned into your mouth as his cock oozed out cum, his hand gripping onto you tightly.

Pulling away, you quickly took his handkerchief from his pocket and used it to clean yourselves off as best you could. As David buckled his belt, you opened your phone’s camera and were surprised to find your lipstick mostly intact. Aside from a slightly damp forehead and a few flyaway hairs, your appearance didn’t give much away.

“See, I didn’t smudge it.” David winked at you, making you laugh. “I guess not.”

The car rolled to a stop and you looked out the window to see you’d arrived. The driver came around to open the door, and David got out before offering his hand to you.

You thanked the driver, who avoided eye contact with either of you. You and David tried not to laugh as you walked up the steps to the hotel, arm in arm.

“Room 1203,” he said suddenly. You looked up at him, curious.

David leaned in close just as you reached the hotel doors. “That’s where I’ll be doing more than just smudging your lipstick later tonight.”

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parkert01 · 10 months

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Preoccupied - Aaron Hotchner

You always had feelings for Aaron, you always tried to hide it but working with profilers, it was hard. They figured it out pretty quickly, but they promised to not saying anything. You didn't want Aaron to find out and it create a awkward atmosphere especially since he was dating Beth at the time. When him and Beth split up, although you felt sad for him as you knew he loved her, you couldn't help but feel hopeful.

A couple months later, you told Aaron how you felt about him. He told you he felt the same, you started dating. When you turned into a official couple, you told the team and they were so excited for you both.

Now a year later, you froze when you heard Beth's voice asking someone to tell Aaron that she was here for a visit. The fact that she was visiting wasn't a problem, he hadn't told you she was coming. You couldn't help the thoughts that went through your head. You saw the way they he hugged her, the way his eyes shone when he saw her, the same way he looked at you. You knew if she didn't get a job offer, they would still be together and that hurt. You started to tear up and your chest became heavy, you were having a panic attack. You rushed past the others to the bathroom to try and calm down, it wasn't long till you heard knocking on the door. You opened it, expecting it to be Aaron but it wasn't. It was JJ.

She pulled you into a hug, holding you close to her while you sobbed. You told her how scared you were that Aaron will get back together with Beth, how you loved him but you thought he was still in love with her. JJ shook her head and insisted that Aaron was completely head over heels in love with you, how he wanted to marry you. Eventually your breathing calmed down, you decided you couldn't be here, you wanted to go home. JJ helped you to your desk to pack up your stuff so you could go home, the team looked concerned, sending you sad looks while JJ filled them in. You took one glance up at Aaron's office where he was still speaking to Beth, he didn't realise you were leaving, that or he didn't care, before you looked away you saw Beth rub her hand up Aaron's arm. He didn't stop her, that made you cry again whilst you rushed out the door.

A hour later, his office door opened and they both walked out, he hugged her again and waved whilst she walked away. He looked down at your desk and was confused why you wasn't there, the team gave him disappointed looks.

"Where is Y/N?" Aaron asked.

"Why do you care? You didn't care that she was crying in my arms while you were eye fucking your ex" JJ shouted

Aaron looked shocked, more at himself that JJ shouting at him. He quickly walked to his office gathering his stuff, slamming his office door and rushing out heading towards your apartment. You heard a knock on the front door, you chose to ignore it until they knocked again, sighing you stood up, and opened the door. You saw it was Aaron and tried to close it, his foot blocked you from doing so. He rushed in apologising, trying to explain, you weren't listening, looking at him with tears in your eyes.

Silence fell across the room, tension rising until you broke it and said "I feel like I am loosing you Aaron, I am completely in love with you. I understand you were in love with Beth but I shouldn't feel like you still love her"

Aaron looked hurt at the suggestion that he didn't love you. "I am in love with you. I did love her when we were together, but we wasn't meant to be together. You and I are meant to be with each other. I love you so so much"

"I feel like you will get sick of me and pick her" you whispered

Aaron got down on his knees, wrapping his arms around you waist while looking at you. "I pick you. I pick you now and I will pick you forever"

You laughed and asked "Do I look a mess?"

He nodded. "But you're my mess" he whispered before finally kissing you, while holding you tight afraid to let go.

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liberacesghost · 1 year

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Day 13 -- Unready

warnings: suggestive themes but no smut or anything graphic

pairing: hotch x reader (no use of y/n); established relationship

word count: 332

a/n: lol i just wanna write some self indulgent smut but this will have to do until fluffy feb is over <33

“Stop it”, you admonish lightly. “We’re going to be late.”

You’ve been trying for at least 10 minutes to put your necklace on and failing miserably. Getting distracted by a certain Unit Chief who keeps coming up behind you to put his hands on your waist, or kiss your neck, or nibble your ear.

“Can’t help it”, he mumbles distractedly, lips pressed to the spot just below your ear. “Not when you look this good.” His lips continue their journey down your neck, onto your shoulder.

You can’t help but let out a sigh at the feeling of his lips on your skin. The soft love bites preventing you from doing anything else but focus on the sensation of his mouth on you.

“Aaron…”, you whine in a half-hearted attempt at scolding. This just makes his hands grip your hips tighter, pulling you flush against him; your back to his front. “I need to get ready.”

“I think we should just stay in”, he whispers into your ear, causing goosebumps to break out across your arms and heat pool in your belly. He kisses the other side of your neck, “I think we should get unready.”

“As much as I may want to”, you begin. Your arm reaches behind your head to run a hand through his hair, effectively keeping him in place. “You know we can’t.”

His strong hands slowly start to make their way up your torso, stopping at your ribcage, just below your chest. His thumbs gently rubbing back and forth making it extremely difficult to believe the words you just said.

“I know”, he murmurs regretfully, placing one more kiss to your shoulder before dropping his head to rest his chin on your shoulder. “But I thought I’d try.”

You turn around to face him, a grin spreading on your face. Standing on your toes to kiss his waiting mouth, arms circling his neck. You breathe out a light laugh, “A for effort”, before your lips find his.

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confusionmeisss · 3 months

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he really has such a deep impact on my daddy issues like 😮‍💨

#*chanting quietly* daddy daddy daddy daddy #ali’s thoughts & opinions 📼#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hotch criminal minds #thomas gibson #daddy issues

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honeypiehotchner · 1 year

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midnight rain (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot

I’m back on my sad/angst without a happy ending Hotch one shot bullshit 🤪 I love making myself sad Loosely based on “Midnight Rain” by Taylor Swift!

Summary: You were a new agent at the BAU when you started dating Hotch, but your position was temporary. So was your time with him.

Warnings: self-indulgent sadness, angst, this kinda reckons with the power dynamics that would inevitably be at play in a relationship with Hotch soooo if you don’t wanna reckon with that then probs don’t read this oops

WC: 3k something

He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain

“You know I’m not staying.”

“I know.”

“Then what are you doing?”

“Asking you not to leave.”

“Aaron…” you sigh. This is exactly what you worried about from the very beginning. “I can’t. This— You know I don’t belong here.”

“But you do,” he argues. “You always have.”

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My boy was a montage, a slow-motion, love potion

On your first day at the BAU, the team welcomed you in as if you had been there for years. You were included in inside jokes that you had no context for. Lunch was bought for you without question. Everyone wanted you there.

Especially Hotch.

You picked up on it immediately, his brighter attitude when you were around. He always greeted you in the mornings, said goodnight to you as you left. On cases in the field, he actively asked for your opinion, and looked to you for your input.

Everyone else saw it too. Within a few weeks, you had Emily and Morgan asking when Hotch was planning to make a move.

You laughed it off, secretly wondering for yourself. You hoped it would be soon.

And it was.

You didn’t hesitate when Hotch asked you out. You had wanted to explore these feelings ever since they began. For him, it was your first day. For you, it took some time.

You thought he was attractive at first, but you kept your guard up. Until you couldn’t anymore. Because he was so nice, it was so easy to let it fall down, flirting back and harder. It made you feel alive.

Aaron knew he loved you from the first day. There was no arguing with himself, no point in trying. He knew. But he wasn’t going to say that right away, too afraid of scaring you, so he went slow. He tested the waters, and you tested him right back.

And when it became too much to ignore, when he couldn’t help himself anymore, he asked you.

You were the last of the team left in the bullpen, just finishing up your paperwork. It was getting late. And you hadn’t eaten dinner.

Hotch came down the stairs, heart racing, almost talking himself out of it, but then you looked up at him. You smiled.

“Heading out?” you asked.

“Not yet,” he said, and that made you scrunch your nose in confusion. “How much more do you have?”

“Oh, just small things,” you breathed, moving your arm to show him. You laugh. “My eyes are starting to cross, though.”

He smiled, nervous like he was in high school. “Call it a night. Let’s get some dinner.”

“Let’s?” you question, starting to grin. He thought you were going to make a joke and reject him, but you closed your folders. “What did you have in mind?”

It was Chinese, nothing fancy, but perfect for the two of you.

You shared everything, and he paid for it all, not caring that you wanted two different things. He let you order whatever you wanted, if it meant you’d stay and enjoy it with him.

You used the shared food as an excuse to scoot closer to him in the booth, your shoulders nearly touching. You brushed his arm every chance you got, and he felt his heart flutter every single time.

It was a while before the relationship escalated past dinner dates and occasionally holding onto his arm or hand. Neither of you wanted to rush things, especially Hotch. He was terrified of scaring you away. He hadn’t dated since high school with Haley. That was a different time, a different world almost. He was a different person, only a boy.

Now, he knew to control himself, not to push you or rush you. He knew just from subtle profiling that you wanted to take some time, that you were skeptical of him and would be for a while. You were right to be; he doesn’t blame you.

He knew what it looked like: a boss going after a new employee working directly under him. If anyone knew, like Strauss, it wouldn’t look good for either of you. Because of the way the world is, he knew it might look worse for you, and he didn’t want that. He cared about you too much for that.

So, you kept things strictly professional at work. You still roomed with Emily and JJ on cases, or sometimes Reid. You never went to Hotch’s room, though you wanted so badly to. He never asked you to come over, though he wanted to.

The team knew something was different because of your new attitudes around one another. You didn’t sit together and when you spoke, it was as if you both kept close watch of your words.

It lasted three months — if that.

The team quietly conspired against you two, filling seats on the jet so you had to sit next to Hotch. You would get a room to yourself at the hotel, often next door or directly across from Hotch.

And then on one case, when a ruse in the form of a couple was needed, Rossi volunteered you and Hotch.

“What?” you blurted, giving Rossi a wild look. “Why not Reid and JJ? Or Emily and Derek?”

“The unsub is drawn to power dynamics in favor of the male,” Reid stated. “I can’t exactly have a power dynamic — look at me.”

“He’s right,” Emily chuckled. “And I can’t be with Morgan, look at us. I’d kick your ass.”

“I’d kick Hotch’s ass,” you protested, trying to prove a point, but it didn’t work.

“I know,” Hotch replied. “But physically, the unsub will see the dynamic.”

“Physically, it will help,” Reid started. “He’ll see that you’re much shorter, and Hotch’s build is broader. You should wear flats — and you should keep your jacket buttoned, it’ll—”

“I think we get it, Reid, thank you,” Hotch said, smiling softly. He looked down at you, worried. “Are you okay with it?”

“If you are,” you muttered. “I’ll go get dressed.” You were wearing pants and a button down, but something told you that wouldn’t be right for this occasion.

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain

When you emerged from the bathroom, now in a black dress with flats, Hotch was waiting for you in the hallway.

He got rid of the tie, undoing a few buttons of his shirt, leaving his jacket on his shoulders, button undone for now.

“Are you alright?” he asked. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine,” you replied, trying to convince yourself. “It’s just a little weird, that’s all.”

“Us being a couple?”

“No, the way they talked about it,” you said. “Power dynamics. I know you’re my boss, but it’s not like that. Is it?”

He didn’t know how to reply. Neither did you.

“Let’s just get this over with,” you sighed.

“We’ll talk later,” he promised, reaching out his hand.

“Okay,” you nodded, but you didn’t take his hand.

I broke his heart ‘cause he was nice

When the two of you finally talked, it didn’t go as well as Hotch hoped. You had a pit in your stomach ever since Rossi volunteered you both for the role of a couple, and it didn’t go away — not even after catching the unsub.

You knew it wasn’t right, dating your boss. You knew it was a slippery slope. You knew the team would have opinions, positive or negative or both.

But Hotch swore it was fine.

“Yes, there is an inherent power dynamic because of our job positions but that is not the reason I pursued you and you know that.” His heart broke to hear your assumptions, false accusations that he preyed on you for the wrong reasons.

“I know,” you replied. Or you thought you knew. But that pit in your stomach remained.

“Is there anything I can do?” he asked, desperate. “Let me do something.”

You shook your head. “I’ll be okay, I just need…time.” What you needed was answers. To questions you were too afraid to ask. “Not time away from you, just time to think. But I want to be with you while I do.”

He was conflicted, but he nodded. “Okay. C’mere.”

You let yourself fall into his arms that time, burying your face in his chest. You didn’t understand why you felt so torn, as if two parts of you were being pulled at opposite ends.

Later, you realized it was your gut telling you the harsh truth: Aaron wants different things.

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He wanted a bride, I was making my own name

Both of you knew that you were only biding your time, spending nights together like the two of you were going to do this forever.

You started staying in his hotel room on cases, neither of you hiding the fact from anyone on the team. You began staying nights at his apartment, or sometimes he’d come to yours. Both of you kept changes of clothes at the other’s house so more time could be spent together.

You stayed professional at work, but once you were out of the office — or done for the day on a case — you both let your walls down.

Hotch started going out with the team more, to bars for karaoke nights or just to get a few drinks. He stayed close to you, an arm always around your waist. And you loved it. But you knew none of this could last.

When the transfer request comes across Hotch’s desk, he isn’t surprised. But that doesn’t mean he won’t try to fight it.

He calls you into his office and immediately you know what the conversation will entail. You’ve already discussed the transfer with Strauss, and telling Hotch is merely a courtesy, she said. His signature isn’t required, should he refuse to give it.

Still, you walk up to his office, ready to finally face this.

“You wanted to see me?” you ask, feigning ignorance. He’s waiting for you just inside the door, a file in hand.

“Yes, have a seat,” he gestures to the chairs, shutting the door behind you.

You sit and wait for him to do the same. He unbuttons his jacket, placing his hands, fingers laced, on the desk in front of him. You cross one leg over the other.

“I understand you’ve requested a transfer.”

You take a deep breath, “Yes.”

“Can I ask why?”

You smile sadly. “I’ve said from the beginning that the BAU was temporary for me.”

“It hasn’t even been a year,” he states plainly, though he looks desperate. “I didn’t expect this so soon.”

Me either, you think. You thought you’d stay at least a year, maybe two. It has only been eight months. “I know, but this position opened up, and they reached out to Strauss directly about me. I would be an idiot not to take it.”

“I agree,” he says, glancing down at the paperwork. “It’s a great honor to work there.”

“I agree,” you reply.

Surprising you, he grabs his pen and signs the transfer, dating it before sliding it over to you. “There you go. I wish you the best of luck.”

Skeptically, you take the file in hand. “Thank you, sir.” You pause. “Is that all?”

He nods. “That’s all.”

You stand and he does too, and you wonder if he’ll be the one to say anything about your relationship. About the Us you’re about to let go of. But he doesn’t. So you have to.

“I’m sorry,” you say, gripping the transfer papers. “For things to end this way.”

“Me too,” he says quietly. It’s an immense effort to keep himself in place behind his desk, instead of walking around to hug you, kiss you goodbye. He settles for something else, something he shouldn’t say anyway, but he can’t help it. “I love you.”

You give him another sad smile. You leave his office without another word.

+++

I peer through a window, a deep portal, time-travel

The next time you’re back in Virginia is three years later. You went overseas for some time before returning to the U.S., and now you have some time off -- kind of. You need to do a few things at HQ in Quantico, so you’re there during the week, but you have free time to see some friends.

Rossi hears you’re in town and invites you to his house. Coincidentally, you’re here just in time for JJ and Will’s wedding.

“You have amazing timing,” JJ gushes, hugging you tightly. “I wanted to ask you when you’d be back, but I know how it is.”

“Yeah,” you smile regretfully. Even if she had asked, you wouldn’t have been able to give an answer. “I’m glad I’m here now, though. I couldn’t miss this!”

“We wouldn’t want you to,” Will says in his usual drawl. “It’s good to see you again.”

Before you can reply, you’re crushed in a hug by none other than Penelope Garcia. Derek isn’t far behind, telling Pen to breathe and let you get some air, too.

“I missed you too, Penny,” you laugh, pulling Derek in to make it a group hug. “And you, I suppose.”

“Ouch,” Morgan grins. “She gets a fancy promotion and now she’s too cool for me.”

“Oh, shut up,” you chide, punching him lightly. “Where’s the rest of the team?”

“Emily’s not here yet,” Garcia says. “Or Hotch, but he should be-- I think that’s him.”

All the love we unravel, and the life I gave away

You turn your head and see Hotch walking outside with Rossi, Jack, and a woman. Hotch is holding her hand, walking close to her, smiling like you’ve never seen before. He looks happy.

Jack runs ahead and finds Henry, JJ and Will’s son, who is watching Reid perform magic tricks, as usual. They’re sitting in the grass, crisscrossed.

Hotch spots everyone in a cluster and heads over, not realizing you’re standing in the middle until he gets closer. And then his steps falter.

Rossi already greeted you when you arrived, but still he comes to your side and offers another hug.

You smile at Hotch, trying not to let old feelings resurface or influence your behavior since the woman he’s with is clearly his girlfriend -- or something.

“I didn’t know you were back in town,” Aaron says, dazed. He remembers himself after a second, and clears his throat. “This is Beth, my fiancée.”

Your heart stops and restarts. You knew he wanted to marry again at some point. That was part of why you ran away. You couldn’t marry him.

“It’s very nice to meet you,” you smile. “And congratulations, on the engagement.”

Beth is kind and warm. She thanks you and shares a loving look with Aaron. It’s real, it’s in his eyes, too. It’s unmistakable.

I guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted

The night moves on and you witness JJ and Will saying their vows, officially tying the knot after so many years of postponing the date. It brings tears to your eyes, seeing Henry running up to them, the way Will scoops him into his arms.

Jack sat on Aaron’s lap throughout the ceremony, occasionally entertained by quiet magic tricks from Reid. You sat away from them, next to Morgan and Garcia, with Emily on your right.

After the official business is done, the dance floor is opened, and you drag Derek out there first. You have a blast, a little tipsy now, dancing with everyone, old friends you haven’t seen in far too long.

A slow song comes on and you dance with Derek, laying your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes. Aaron is dancing with Beth and that’s something you can’t bring yourself to look at.

“You okay?” Derek asks.

“Yeah,” you nod, lifting your head, smiling. “I missed you guys.”

“Believe me, we’ve missed you,” he counters. “What are you doing back here, anyway?”

“I’ve got some time off, but there’s a few things they have me doing at Quantico. A few floors up from you guys, actually,” you tease.

Morgan raises his eyebrows. “Oh, I see,” he grins. “Does this mean we’ll see more of you?”

“Probably not,” you murmur sadly. “But I’ll try to say hi when I can.”

“Busy woman,” he exhales, but it’s full of pride. “You’re doing big things.”

“I’m trying.”

The song ends and you let Garcia (now barefoot) take the next song with Derek while you go inside to find something else to drink.

You’re midway through pouring another glass of wine when a voice from the door scares the living daylights out of you.

“Jesus, hi,” you mutter, trying to laugh it off.

“I’m so sorry,” Hotch says quickly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, it’s fine,” you breathe, setting the wine bottle down on the counter. “Were you looking for something to drink too?”

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you.”

You freeze, taking a moment to gain your composure. “What’s up?” You grab your glass of wine and take a sip.

“How are you doing?”

“I’m good,” you nod. “Congrats again on the engagement. I’m really happy for you two.”

“Thank you,” he says. “Are you back in town for long?”

“No,” you shake your head, ignoring the sad look that crosses his face. “Just here temporarily to do a few things at Quantico, then I’m off again.”

“I guess you’re liking the new job then.”

“I am, I really am,” you smile. “It was the best decision I ever made.”

Something crosses his face then, but he hides it quickly. “It’s good to see you happy,” he says. “Seriously.”

“You too,” you murmur. “I’ll see you back out there.”

“Yeah,” he says, stepping aside with a sad smile. “See you.”

You leave the kitchen, wine glass in hand and tears forming in your eyes.

Truthfully, you pictured this -- seeing him again for the first time -- going differently. A scene where you weren’t crying, weren’t overthinking, weren’t starting to regret a decision you made years ago.

You meant what you said. It was the best decision you could’ve made for yourself.

But sometimes…sometimes you wonder.

You look toward the ceiling and clear the tears from your eyes, taking a deep breath before braving the crowd again.

I guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted And I never think of him, except on midnights like this…

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solangelo-is-godsdam-kjut · 1 year

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if you think early criminal minds is unghinged, wait until you've seen leverage. that show is honestly so unhinged. just. tf.

I really wish there had been a crossover tho. Garcia and Hardison having a hacking battle? Morgan and Eliot fighting each other? Reid trying to grasp Maeve's and Parker's uncanny resemblance? Hotch and Nate out-fathering each other for their team???

i just love 2000's shows and that'd be the unhinged commedy I need in my life.

#criminal minds #cm #spencer reid #derek morgan #morgan criminal minds #morgan cm #hotch #hotch criminal minds #leverage #parker leverage #maeve cm #eliot spencer #alec hardison #nate leverage #nathan ford

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igotanidea · 11 months

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Line of authority: Aaron Hotchner x fem!agent!reader

requested: yes, as a part of my 1k celebration: Aaron Hotchner and silent treatment.

Warnings: age gap, co-workers relationship (reader is Hotch's inferior), a bit of angst and um, well, silent treatment, fluff at the end.

A/N: I can easily get into Hotch personality, but stil find it a bit hard to write for him romantically, so please, do not go too hard on me 🥺

***

„Go home.”

„No.”

„Please, go home.”

„I’m telling you I am absolutely fine!”

“How long have they been going on with this?”

SSA Aaron Hotchner, one of the BAU most esteemed agent had only one person that could undermine his authority. His partner in both work and life – Agent Y/N Y/L/N. Not that she was doing this on regular basis, she was a professional after all, but sometimes working together and staying in a relationship as a subordinate was too much. And the scene that was unravelling in front of the whole team was a perfect example of her limits.

Recently, the group of agents have been working on a case about assaulting and raping women. Again. Much to Aaron displeasure Y/n volunteered herself to be the bait. After all, she looked young and innocent, definitely not like a trained FBI agent. Despite the fact, that whole team remembered what happened last time, when Elle was supposed to help catch a women offender, all of them agreed to the plan. Maybe they trusted Y/N more or maybe they had no other options to catch the guy. Aaron objected giving his rational and logical arguments, but finally it was Gideon who made the tough call, taking some time to walk the girl through every step of the operation. Y/N quickly got the attention of the suspected man and due to some casual flirting and playing around found herself on the unsub radar. All the BAU needed was hard proof of his guilt. Sticking to the initial plan, Y/N left the bar, pretending to be a little drunk, and started walking home, watched closely by the team, located near the area in the concealed van. Morgan and Gideon who had the pleasure of sitting in one with Aaron could almost hear his heart escaping his chest and see his clenched jaw. But he was a trained agent, no matter how worried or scared or stressed he was, there was not a chance he would ever show that. Not even when it came to her. So the three men were just spending the time in complete silence. Until the offender started walking after Y/N, captured her and dragged her inside the nearest bush. Of course she fought him bravely and before anyone else reached them, she already had the perpetrator on the ground, gat pointed at his chest, no serious damage, apart from some scratches and cuts done to her. Girl’s psyche, however, was a whole different story. At least according to Aaron, on who’s orders she was supposed to hand over her badge and gun and stay on rest until being cleared out for the field. And boy, she did not like it. At all.

“Y/N.” Aaron looked straight into her eyes with that characteristic, arcane face expression. His eyes were practically begging for her to listen, but lips were pursed.

“I am…..”

“Fine, you said it. But you’re still an agent and you need to follow the procedure. And that means you have to go through evaluation.”

“I don’t have to do shit! Don’t try to fool me!” she exclaimed “do you have any idea how many women, kids and people are still out there, being abused every day?! You need me on the field!”

“I’m sorry agent Y/L/N. I need you to hand over you badge and gun. Now.” he said calmly, but everyone who knew him could tell that there was a storm inside him.

“And what if I refuse?” she crossed arms over her chest, every action daring Aaron’s self-control.

“Listen to me, than.” Gideon could tell that sooner or later one of them would snap so instead of watching he decided to take action. ”Y/N.” he smiled lightly “you know it’s not a way to get rid of you, don’t you? It’s like you said, we need you. But we need you in your best form, quick-thinking, rational, collected. Are you now?”

“I…..” she took a deep breath and after that threw her hands in the air “Fine. Fine!” her badge landed on the table “Have it your way. Maybe I’m off the field, but you can’t forbid me helping Penelope in her technician work.” The gun followed after the document “I can do work as a researcher, nearly as well.”.

“I’m sure Garcia will be more than happy to have you with her.” Gideon smiled at her “Thank you, Y/N. It’s just two weeks, the minimum amount we have.”

“Whatever.” She hissed, turning around and walking out of the room, shutting the door behind.

“You know that is not the procedure.” Jason turned towards his fellow profiler “she was not captured, shot or assaulted. She doesn’t need the assessment.”

“Let’s just get back to work, shall we?” Aaron retorted. Of course he knew that was a bit excessive, but what else was he supposed to do. He was trying to do what was best for her.

***

The following two weeks were torture for everyone in the team. Sure, Y/N was not supposed to go with them to the crime locations, but since Penelope was more than happy to have her best friend in her sanctuary she was always on the line. And in the main office in Quantico. With the amount of time Aaron were spending there, there was not a chance they would not run into each other. Or have to exchange words. And the fact, that Y/N moved back from his house, back to her own apartment and was giving him silent treatment were not helping. At all.

“Don’t you ever go the bathroom? Or to get coffee? Or, I don’t know, to stretch your legs?” Y/N was spinning around in the swivel seat, located in front of all the screen in Penelope’s offices.

“Of course not. How could I? I got loose threads to find and pull. I’m a genius, remember? I don’t fall into something so trivial and mundane as physiology!”

“Sure, Garcia, sure. I’ll definitely ask Reid about his opinion on the matter. Besides, we both know you only wait for you secret lover’s call.”

“Right. Speaking of the devil….” Penelope grinned, hearing the phone ring “you’ve reached the Oracle, ask and you shall be answered.”

“Garcia.”

“Oh, um, hi, Sir.” She stuttered a bit, realising it was in fact Hotch who was the called, and not Morgan.

“Is Y/L/N with you?”

“Um….” Penelope mumbled, eyes landing on the girl, who was frantically shaking her head and mouthing one simple word: NO!. Now poor Garcia was torn between the loyalty to her friend and line of authority. “Can’t I help you?’

“I need you to check some names for me. But Y/L/N had to go and do some paper research. And I know you are there Y/L/N. Talk to me. If nothing else convinces you, we got lives at stake.” The girl was still silent “Y/N….”

“It’s just about the case. What do I look for?” she could almost hear Hotch relief on the other side of the line when he started explaining the details.

And only a few hours later, they completed the investigation and were back in Quantico. And once the reports and paperwork were done, the only two people left in the office were Y/N and Aaron, sitting on opposite sides. Neither of them really wanted to go their homes, but they weren’t ready to talk. Not yet. This was the first time in their relationship that they found themselves in such a situation. Of course they need that working together was far from perfect, especially in this field, and they had to do some extensive explanation with the HR, but still…. At least they were spending time together. But now? This could have undermined and destroyed everything they had or made them stronger. The odds were even on both of those options. The question was, who would be the first to relent first in this game of hurt, pain, guilt and nerves.

At that moment, she was the one to stand up first and walk towards the door.

“Can we talk about it?” he called after her, but she only did so much as to stop for a moment and inhaling.

“No.”

***

The following weeks were… well, better in some way. She was keeping her professionalism, acknowledging Aaron’s presence whenever he was around, but the tension could still be felt. Especially when she was dropping occasional cold “morning, sir”, almost like she was trying to underline that he treated her simply as a subordinate or maybe even worse. If it were Emily or Ashley or damn, any of the man, Aaron would never go as far as putting them off. And that was what hurt her the most. That somehow he believed her to be … weaker, worse, not good enough to be an agent. She did not need him to act like her shield. She was trained, skilled and extremely good at her job. But instead of letting him know how she felt she choose to act like a kid. Finally, it was Morgan who snapped. And it was only when she got her badge back and was again a field agent, not a women in the chair (not that there was something wrong with that, but it was boring for Y/N, used to different kind of work).

“Hey, look who’s back on her feet!” he cheered when she entered the office, fully equipped “so, you’re graduated from the kindergarten or not yet?”

“What are you talking about?” she frowned and scoffed

“You know exactly what this is about. Y/N, I love you, all right, but you can be a pain in the ass and you showed that quite well lately.”

“Learning from the best” she smirked at him

“who?” Morgan titled his head ,not falling for the trap. Of course, it was too obvious for him. “Seriously, Y/N, it’s good to know you are on again, there is really no one to gets my jokes like you and Penelope.”

“Oh, so you admit you need a girl in the base and on the plane.”

“Duh.” He grinned “Never said I didn’t. But…. If you want to get back in my good graces….”

“Who said I do?”

“…. Go talk to Hotch. Clear things up, cause I believe I speak for the whole team saying you two made our lives a living nightmare. More than usual.”

“He’s right, you know!” Spender seconded Morgan from his chair, not raising gaze from the documents he was working on.

“All right! All right! I’m going. But why the hell does it always have to be me!?”

***

“Hotch?”

“Y/N” unlike Spencer, he did raise his eyes, focusing them on her. Not another word, just her name, like he was awaiting her reaction.

“You probably heard, I was … well, restored.”

“I did.”

“Well, um… if that’s all you have to say to me, than….”

“Wait.” He stood up and approached her, coming as close as he could considering the fact that they were still at work. Taking her hands in his, entwining their fingers, his eyes still focused on her to the point when it became uncomfortable and she had to look down. “Eyes up, agent.” She hated the fact that his deep voice was making her listen instantly “I’m sorry.” He said and everything in the tone and posture and his face was screaming sincerity.

“Why? You had every right to do so. It may have not been the standard procedure but it was still in your competence.”

“I overreacted.”

“That’s not happening often, does it?”

“Only when it comes to you.” he admitted and caressed her palm gently

“You don’t need to protect me, Aaron.” She took a step forward. Their bodies were almost touching and it was hard to not just dive into his embrace. But still, they were at work and his office had glass windows, for god’s sake!

“How can I not? I know you are trained. I know you know how to handle yourself, but I hate seeing you at this job. I let the work consume me before and now the same happens to you. And to think all I ever wanted was to keep the one I love out of this mess. “

“That’s what happened when your job is a mission….. wait, what did you just say?” her eyes grew wide and she took a step back to scan his face. “Are you saying that…..?”

“I thought it was pretty obvious at this point.”

“Yeah, but…..” her face became softer than before “I love you too, Hotch.”

“Does this mean you are coming back home?” he smirked pecking her lips, quickly, almost impalpably and she whined internally, wanting more.

“I’ll think about it. It’s not one of those “kiss and be forgiven” situation. I love that you love me but I also need you to let me do my thing. Just like with any member of the team. No special treatment. And that means both, not being too strict and not being too lenient. Although I’m sure you will have no problem with the latter.”

“Not at work.” he lifted corners of his mouth lightly, which was the equivalent of the brightest smile for him.

“I like how that sounds.” Now it was her turn to lean forward and peck his lips. “But before we take this conversation home, let’s not pretend the case files on your desk. Guess my absence took a heavy toll on you, agent Hotchner.”

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criminal-mindsincorrect · 8 months

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Hotch, feeling an emotion : who the fuck authorized this ?

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thewulf · 10 months

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It's a Deal || Aaron Hotchner

Summary: Request - Could you do Aaron x f!reader where they are having an argument. They both work for the BAU and something had happened in the field and when they got back home... Read Rest Here

A/N: ALL Angst / Lots of Fluff - Really liked how this one turned out. Let me know whatcha think :)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Y/N

Word Count: 4.7k +

“Dammit Aaron!” You dropped your bag with a thud at the base of his stairs knowing Jack was with Jessica. You could be as loud as you wanted. You walked to the kitchen following closely behind him.

This was typical when he knew he fucked up. He ran instead of talked to you. It infuriated you beyond belief. So, you decided to not let him run this time. Instead confront him head on with it.

He turned with a frustrated look in his eye knowing you weren’t going to drop it, “I stopped you from going into the scene to protect you!”

You sighed in clear frustration with your overprotective boyfriend, “When we’re on a case I’m not your girlfriend Aaron! I’m your agent! And I was there. I was right fucking there and now that woman, Jane, is dead because I waited outside!” You could’ve sworn you nearly growled at him you were so upset. Even more so that he kept fucking dodging you at every damn turn instead of talking to you. Now the two of you were yelling for no reason. Nothing good ever came from yelling.

“I’m not talking about this anymore.” He grumbled turning away from you back to making whatever drink he was about to.

“Aaron! Come on.” You sighed pulling your hands through your hair. You’d loved him beyond words, but man did he infuriate you.

He shook his head, “Can you blame me Y/N?”

“Yes! Yes I can. I could have saved her life Aaron! She’s dead because of me.” You so desperately wanted him to get it. Get why you were so upset. It’s like he didn’t have faith in you. Faith in his agent to do their job. You knew it’d be difficult when the two of you got together but this was truly the first real test on the job the two of you faced. It’d been going far too well for far too long for it too keep up that way.

“Or you could’ve been shot!” You definitely understood where he was coming from. From a place of being terrified he could lose you. He’s already lost so much. But he also knew what he was getting into when he asked you out all those years ago. He knew how dangerous it all was. He knew but he couldn’t stay away.

You’d made him a deal all those years ago. He couldn’t treat you any different than he treated the others when you were on a case. For the most part he’d followed it. But this, this was breaking that completely. He knew you’d never disobey his orders. He took a calculated risk and a woman, who wasn’t you, was dead because of it.

And you knew that if it was Derek or Rossi he’d let them go in and take the shot on the unsub. Hell, he’d let Emily do it. But not you. Truthfully that’s why you tried to avoid situations like that altogether. So, Aaron wouldn’t have to make the tough decision. But this time you were there first. And you were so ready to go and save her until you were ordered to stand down.

You rolled your eyes, “Do you not trust me Aaron?” This is what you were truly trying to get at.

He scoffed lightly. “Of course, I trust you.” He said like it was the most obvious thing ever.

You shook your head, “If you trusted me then you would’ve let me taken the shot!” You raised your voice a bit this time.

He groaned in clear frustration, “Would you just drop it Y/N?”

“No! I will not. Not until you admit you were wrong for…”

He snapped. He’d just gotten a bit too frustrated with the arguing. He wanted to not think about it for five seconds. He felt guilty, of course he did, “Why’d you even come back here if all you were planning to do was fight?” He raised his voice a touch to match yours.

“I’m not trying to fight! You keep running away. I want to talk about it with you.” It wasn’t often the two of you got into disagreements. And more often than not you’d be able to fix it almost instantly. But not today. Not with the hole that’s already started to get dug.

“Can we just relax Y/N? For the night?” He was pleading with you. You could’ve given in. But it’d be bothering you all night. You wouldn’t be able to sleep. So, you had to press on. For your own sanity.

You shook your head, “I need to talk about it now.”

“Fine! There’s not much to talk about.” He was upset now. His patience had word a little too thin and he decided to take it out on you. He seemed exhausted and unwilling to really get into it, “Next time go in. Get shot for all I care.”

It was so silent you could hear a needle drop. It felt like all the oxygen in the air had been sucked out by a gigantic vacuum instantaneously. The two of you just looked at each other. Your face laced with shock and his laced with the same visceral reaction.

“Is that what you want? For me to go into the field and not come back home?” You’d never imagined those string of words would ever come out of your mouth. But the truth turned out to be stranger than fiction.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He couldn’t believe he said such a thing. He didn’t mean it. Not by any stretch. He just wanted you to drop it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Aaron.” You’d lost the drive to will to fight with him. He’d hit you where it hurt, and he knew it. You’d always thought yourself as replaceable and this all but confirmed it for you. He just fucking looked at you. Shaking your head, you grabbed your bag and walked out of the home, quickly.

“No, no… sweetie. I didn’t mean that!” He muttered before you rushed out of the house and into your car. You’d probably just taken it the wrong way, but it stung, nonetheless. It stung that he could say something like that to you.

It also hurt knowing how upset he probably was right then. How he knew he fucked up. A moment of weakness you took the wrong way. It hurt you knowing you couldn’t get the man off your mind, even when he hurt you so.

You didn’t sleep well that night either way. Maybe you should’ve just dropped it when he asked. Maybe just maybe. Things weren’t perfect between the two of you. But you were usually able to talk it out. This wasn’t good, wasn’t normal for the two of you.

You decided you wouldn’t back down now. He’d get the silent treatment until he decided to apologize You knew it wasn’t terribly mature of you, but you decided you didn’t care. Why did you always have to be the bigger person?

You were definitely overthinking it. He hadn’t even so much had taken a look at you this morning. Derek noticed almost immediately. He would normally come over and chat with you or throw a wink at you. But not today. It was straight to the office.

“Trouble in paradise?” Derek asked as you sat down back at your desk after getting up for some coffee.

“Hmm?” You spun around in your chair with your coffee in hand.

He smirked leaning back in his chair. You loved sitting across from him, it certainly led to interesting conversations during the workday. That was whenever the team was here, “Don’t try and play dumb Y/N.”

“What are you talking about Derek?” You blinked rapidly knowing you weren’t hiding it well. For being profilers, you and Hotch were both awful about hiding your emotions.

“Hotch. He didn’t bring you your morning coffee.” Derek noticed immediately. Hotch never let you get your first coffee. Maybe your second or third cup but never the first.

Ouch. He noticed, “Oh?”

Derek shook his head, “You should just talk to him. He looks like he’s about to explode.” Derek turned towards his managers office with a conniving smirk on his face.

“He’ll come to me when he’s ready.” You turned back in your seat letting him know that you weren’t particularly fond of the ongoing conversation.

“Sure, he will.” He was still smirking as he turned towards his papers. Knowing it’d be a long day either of filling out paperwork or getting an assignment.

JJ had called the team together with another case not too long after that. The tension in the air was thick between you and Aaron. He was certainly not handling this well. Neither were you honestly. You thought you were hiding it. You certainly weren’t.

JJ had been notified about a local case. Only an hour away. You’d normally ride with Hotch, but you opted for Emily’s SUV this time. You’d hyped it up as the girls car and forced JJ to sit in the back. They noticed. Everyone noticed. But thankfully for you they weren’t dumb. They knew when to pull back and leave it be. This was a leave it be moment. They’d distracted you with planning a girls night instead on the drive down south. You could only smile appreciating the women who were more than incredible in your life.

It only got more and more awkward as the day progressed to days on the case. Neither of you wanted to give in. You were beginning to get desperate when the case finally broke loose thanks to Spencer. Always seemed to be the boy genius Spencer who figured it out.

You were about to give in. It was hard to ignore him. You really missed his touches. His cuddles at night. The reassuring comments he always seemed to give you when you needed it most. You were missing him deeply and he was right there.

You were in the car with Spencer when it clicked for him, “It’s Gary.” His face turned white as he realized who the unsub was. A guy right under your noses.

You looked over at him tuning out the low hum of the radio in the background, “The unsub. It’s Gary. The neighbor. He’s the one that’s got the kid. Kellan.”

“How? How do you know? You cleared him days ago.” You tilted your head trying to come to his conclusion. Trying to think how he possibly got to Gary being the unsub. He didn’t seem the type, but Spence was rarely wrong.

He shook his head, “His car. He said it was blue. It’s not blue. It’s…”

“Silver. Oh my god.” Your eyes rose as you realized how simple of a detail the team glossed over only days prior. A simple detail that changed his whole alibi.

“And Mary… she said there was a silver car parked down the street that night.” You spoke only confirming what he said seconds ago.

“Call Hotch. I’m turning around.” You nodded quickly dialing your boyfriends number. Your bosses number. For a second you were almost worried he’d let it go to voicemail. Maybe he was that mad at you. But you should’ve known better after he picked up on the second ring.

“Y/N.” He almost sounded nervous when he answered.

“Hotch. Gary’s the unsub.” Spencer spoke quickly seeing as how your mouth felt paralyzed and didn’t want to speak. Spencer explained as he gunned it down the road, sirens blazing and all.

“We’re 2 minutes out.” You got out feeling the situation was about to spiral quickly as you let him know just how close you were to Gary’s house.

“Stand down. Morgan and I are on the way. Wait for backup.” If you didn’t know him so well you wouldn’t have

You shook you head quickly, “Hotch…” Spencer tried to reason with his boss. There were two of you now. Why in the hell was he telling you to stand down?

You couldn’t stay silent, “Hotch. He’s probably got her son. Who knows how long the kid has.”

“I said, stand down agent. Do you understand?”

Instead of responding you simply ended the call instead. Spencer merely gave you a look of horror out of his corner of the eye knowing this wasn’t going to be a fun conversation with Hotch later on. Your boss was a hard ass when need be and Spencer didn’t like being on the receiving end of that scolding.

“Uh, Y/N?” He asked. You guys were so close now. So damn close.

“The call dropped if he asks.” Speaking quietly, you thought about your options. You caught the small head nod he gave you before you focused on what the hell to do. Save the kid? Wait outside? Gary would know. He’d see the SUV parked in the driveway with its lights on. He wasn’t exactly dumb. He’d been tricking the team for almost a week now.

You didn’t have much more time to think as Spencer pulled into the driveway. His phone started ringing in your ear as you tried to think, “It’s Hotch.” Spencer looked at you before answering.

You shook your head quickly, “I’m going in Spence.”

“This is a really bad idea Y/L/N.” His wide eyes almost made you second guess yourself, almost.

Aaron’s words rang through your head, ‘Get shot for all I care.’ Time seemed to slow as Spencer yelled at you to get back in the car. But you didn’t care. Not at all. You’d made your mind up. Save the boy. Save Kellan. He was so little an innocent. He reminded you too much of Jack. That alone had your heart crumbling just thinking about it. How his mom would want to protect him.

“Hotch, she’s going in.” You heard Spencer’s panicked voice from behind you, “I can’t! She’s at the fucking door.” You’d hardly ever heard him swear. Poor Spence, he was clearly very stressed because of you. But you had to do this.

He followed closely, “I’ll take the upstairs.”

You nodded as you cleared room to room. Getting more frustrated as every room seemed to come up emptier than the last.

“Clear!” You heard Spencer shout from upstairs. Grumbling you looked around. He had to be here. Had to. There it was. A door to the basement.

Basement it was. You threw the door open before shouting, “FBI. Drop your weapons.” And hightailing it down the stairs.

He in fact did not drop his weapon. His gun was trained right at your chest. It was fine, you had a vest on. Things could go south if he went for the head though. But his aim was probably shit so your chances were decent.

“Drop the gun!” You shouted knowing it’d alert Spencer. You had to survive this showdown for approximately twenty seconds before backup was behind you.

“You first.” He smirked. You knew the look. Were trained for the look. He was going to unload his clip on you if you didn’t think fast.

Without so much as another thought you dove out of the way. It was a smart thing you did as you heard the gun fire mere seconds after you moved. You had the advantage now. He didn’t know where you were. You knew where he was.

You aimed and fired. Breathe. Relax.

And missed. That certainty wasn’t ideal. You looked at your gun as if it had just betrayed you.

“Fuck.” You grumbled before jumping to your feet. Hide. You needed to hide. Spencer should be down any second. Another ten seconds.

“You bitch.” He snarled aiming right at you. You didn’t move fast enough this time. Trying to sidestep a bullet was a game you’d never win.

Three gunshots rang out before you even realized you’d been thrown against the cinder block wall. Breathy moans escaped your lips as you tried to process what the fuck just happened in the last ten seconds. You didn’t even notice that the third shot came from Spencer’s gun. He took down the killer.

You took the brunt of his two bullets though. One to the vest and one just below.

Then the pain hit. First it was your chest. Then your abdomen started to ache. Reaching down your heart almost ran cold feeling a liquid warmth that shouldn’t have been there. Blood. It was blood.

“Oh shit.” You gasped seeing the sticky red blood coating your left hand. Well, that certainly wasn’t good.

Spencer moved quick. Quicker than you’d ever seen him. Or maybe it was the trauma of getting shot slowing everything down for you. You didn’t know. Didn’t really seem to care as the pain started to slowly consume you. Adrenaline was a hell of a drug but when it started to wear off did it hurt. You thought he called your name, but it was too hard to hear. The rapid-fire bullets made your hearing go a bit hazy. Or maybe it was the fact that you also cracked your head against the wall pretty good too.

“Can you hear me?” He looked concerned as he put pressure on the gunshot wound. Too much pressure. You grunted in response feeling like a fire was being lit upon your insides. Who knew that’s how this would feel?

It was then that your tasted it. The metallic taste of blood. That was a very bad sign. Turning your head away from him you coughed a little to get the bloody taste out of your mouth. To your horror the blood flow didn’t seem to stop. This was really, really bad. You were bleeding out from the inside.

Oh, Aaron. You squeezed your eyes shut knowing he was going to be here any second. He was going to see you like this. And he was going to blame himself. He was going to blame himself for the stupid thing you had done.

Spencer’s eyes nearly sunk back into their sockets when he saw the blood dripping from your mouth after you turned back to him. He knew that your time was now limited. It wasn’t a simple gunshot wound anymore. This could turn deadly, quick.

“We need a medic! Stat!” Spencer’s concerned cries into the radio definitely alerted Hotch now if he hadn’t known already.

It was all too much. Between the blood wanting to escape externally from the wound, the bleeding internally and then the head wound you’d suffered on top of it. Your body couldn’t take it. But you needed to keep your eyes open for Aaron. Even just for a second.

“That hurts.” You coughed up more blood as he pressed harder into your abdomen. The tears were now streaking down your face mixing with the blood that seeped out of your mouth. Was this it? Was this really how you were going to die?

“I know it does. I’m so sorry.” The tears in his eyes reflected back how bad it was. Maybe you really were about to die. Spence was always the one to have the straight face, the cool calm collected one. It was a rarity that’d you’d see his eyes get misty. But now they were more than misty. A few tears even escaped as he looked at you. Damn.

“Y/N.” There it was. Your favorite voice. You tried to turn towards him, but your head felt so heavy. It was too heavy for you to move no matter how hard you tried. Double damn.

“Baby, Y/N.” He had tears in eyes as he came into your field of vision. Handsome. He was so fucking handsome. If this was the last sight you’d see it’d be a damn good one. A ghost of a smile cracked onto your features as you took a good long look at him before coughing even more blood up onto yourself. You must’ve been quite the site to see.

His glistening eyes filled with panic as he watched you wretch up pools of blood, “That’s enough.” You felt yourself getting lifted before you could even really register what the hell was going on. Then the pain hit. The pain of being moved when there was an open gunshot wound on you was something even you didn’t wish upon your worst enemy.

“Careful, Hotch. She..” Spencer tried to stop him. To have him wait for the medic’s to get down here. Spence knew how fragile you really were. Your life was hanging in limbo. It could go either way.

“She needs the fucking medic.” His tone was so harsh it could probably start a war. His biggest fear had sprung to life yet again. Why couldn’t you have just listened? Why did you have to be so stubborn? Why did he have to be so damn stubborn? Why couldn’t he have just talked to you about this? He blamed himself. He pushed you away. You’d never dream of doing something like this before. He never had to worry about you. You were the rational one. The one that took orders.

“It hurts.” You cried once more not enjoying the sensation of being carried. Your wound felt like it was getting ripped open in a million different directions. You were sick of the taste of blood as it didn’t seem to stop coming up.

“Baby I know. We’re almost there.” He moved as fast as he could to get you outside. Where were the fucking medics? He breathed a sigh of relief spotting one pulling in while he rushed outside with you in his arms.

It was as if time slowed down and sped up at the same moment. He watched as the medics took you from him. He watched as he held your hand in the backseat of the ambulance as they hooked the oxygen to your face. He watched so helpless as they cut you out of your crimson stained clothing. He felt sick. The only thing keeping him going was the heart monitor chirping along. Your heartbeat was still strong. You were still here. You were still with him. He held onto you squeezing your hand lightly to let you know he was still there. He’d always be there for you.

He was forced to let go of your hand when they took you off to surgery. It happened in an instant. The second the ambulance was parked the doors flew open and the doctors were there. He watched as they wheeled you in. The medic led him out by his elbow. Led him to the waiting room and gave him a small nod. As if that made him feel any better. This was the worst of it. The waiting. The lack of answers. The nonstop questions he didn’t have a good answer to.

His phone didn’t seem to stop ringing. His teammates didn’t stop checking in. He thought he was going to go crazy waiting. Waiting for that doctor to come out. He wanted nothing more than to throw the damn phone at the wall as it buzzed for the hundredth time.

The hours ticked on, and he waited. Waited for anything. The BAU agents came and left. Some heading home for the night before promising to stop by in the morning.

He’d finally gotten halfway decent news when the nurse took him to your room. The doctor told him all about the surgery. Half the shit flew over his head as he searched for a way to grab your hand through all of the wires you were hooked up to.

“Hi baby, I’m here.” He whispered to you once the doctor left, leaving just the two of you to be together. Aaron let it out. He wept for you. He wept for his fear of losing you. He needed you to wake up. To be alright.

He got his wish not too much long after that. You’d woken in the dead of night with the strongest headache and perhaps the worst cotton mouth you’ve ever had. You hadn’t even realized Aaron was there as you searched for anything. Anything to give you a clue as to where in the hell you were.

“Y/N?” That voice made you jump. He was so close to you.

“Hey.” You mumbled, “Am I dead?” You felt like it. Your side felt searingly hot all the sudden. You didn’t feel like you could move either. Thankfully that bloody taste was gone. Oh yeah, you’d been shot.

“No, honey. You’re at a hospital. I’m, I’m so sorry.” He scooted closer taking your hand fully in his.

“I think I should be apologizing.” You twisted your face in semi-agony. Whatever drugs they had given you were clearly wearing off. You were feeling it hard.

He’d recognize it almost anywhere, “Are you in pain?” He walked over flicking the light on seeing your scrunched up face.

“How did you even see that?” You asked closing your eyes trying to adjust to the sudden daylight. He called for a nurse before walking back to you.

Shrugging he picked your hand back up, “Call it a sixth sense. My Y/N sense.” He smiled just lightly. Feeling better now that you were coherent and talking to him.

You rolled your eyes giving him a good once over, “I’m sorry. I should’ve listened.”

He nodded, “You should’ve but we won’t get into that now. Just relax for me now okay?”

You hummed hearing the nurse come in talking to Aaron. She told you that you’d be feeling really good in about three seconds before your eyes shut again. The sweet, sweet feeling of morphine letting you sleep to your hearts content.

“I hope you feel better soon Y/N. I miss playing cars with you.” Jack gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before he ran out the door. Probably to go play cars.

Aaron had taken you back to his place the next day. You smiled as you watched the little Hotchner scurry out. Narrowly avoiding his much taller father, “He’s an amazing kid Aaron.”

“He is.” He sat down next to you on the bed, kicking his feet out to match yours, “He loves you dearly too. Almost as much as I do.”

You scooted yourself closer as he summoned you into his embrace, almost pulling you into his lap himself, “Well aren’t I just the luckiest to be so loved by the Hotchner boys.”

He hung his arms around you loosely, careful not to squeeze where you’d been shot. He grimaced thinking that. You’d been shot on the job. He couldn’t believe it. But you were okay. That’s all that really mattered.

“You don’t the faintest clue my dear. You are loved beyond measure.”

You grinned burying your face in his side, “I’m sorry.” You had to reiterate how sorry you really were. How you knew you’d fucked it all up. You just hoped and prayed you didn’t ruin his trust forever.

“Baby.” He pulled you out of his chest, “I know you are. I’m not going to say it’s okay. Because it’s not. But you’re here. You’re alive. You’re breathing. Everything will be okay. It will all be just fine.”

You nodded letting a tear fall down, “I just..”

He shook his head stopping you dead in your tracks, “I shouldn’t have said that baby. Not to you. I didn’t mean it. Not in the slightest. You have to know how much you mean to me.” Gently he took your head in his hands rubbing his thumbs up and down your face. He knew how much that little action soothed you.

You nodded your head letting the tears fall, “I know. Trust me I know.”

He brushed the free-falling tears with his thumbs, “Just promise me one thing?”

“What’s that?”

“You’ll actually listen to me in the future?” He smirked just slightly, already making light of the situation. You were so thankful that he could. It didn’t do you any good to feel so uneasy about the whole thing.

“As long as you promise to do the same.” He was convinced the second you pulled the smile out on him. His utter weakness. A smile he hadn’t seen in over a week. One he was needing in a bad way.

He grinned taking your hand in his and pulling you close, “It’s a deal.”

“It’s a deal.” You repeated snuggling yourself back into him feeling all the love in the world. Letting yourself fall deeply into him. You’d truly never felt safer than when you were in his loving embrace.

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