#hotchner doesn't look like a real word anymore

[wheelsup30]

Illicit Affairs (Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader)

[note: MORE ANGST UPON YE. also can u tell im on a tswift kick?]

cw: angst with a happy(?) ending, gn!reader, reader's gender isn't specified.

word count: 1k

Inspo: Illicit affairs - taylor swift & peace - taylor swift

“I have to go.” 

It was like clockwork. You'd meet, spend a few hours together, then he'd go and the next morning you'd have to look him in the eye at work like this wasn't breaking your heart.

This time, you decided to push things.

“Why? Who's waiting?” You ask, obviously pointing out the fact he wasn't married anymore and hadn't been for quite some time. The divorce had happened months before the first time the two of you did this routine, so why exactly was it he had to leave so soon?

He’s silent for a moment, then deeply exhales. “No one. But I don't have my go-bag if we get called.” 

A spark of irritation fizzles through you, so you push harder. “What, you can't go get it on the way?”. It's clear by his face he doesn't want to have this talk, and another sigh rolls out of his nose. It was typical really, he only ever wanted to have the good stuff with you, no discussions that might require actual use of his brain cells. To him, you were supposed to be easy, just a way to relax after work that he didn't have to stress over.

Of course, he was more than aware of how unfair that was- you were a human being with very real feelings, reciprocated ones, even. But after Haley he just wasn't ready to focus on anything but Jack and work…which was made difficult by the fact you were work. You were there every day, giving him that hurt puppy dog look that broke his heart a little every time he saw it. Those eyes only made him push you further away, though, so you'd resigned to only allowing them when you thought he wasn't looking (He could never take his eyes off you, though you had no idea that was the case.).

“Can we not do this tonight?” Aaron asks, and you’re startled by the weakness in his voice, by the tightness that was building to a crack. Looking up at him, you can see his eyes glisten in the lamp light, an even more startling reaction to your nagging questions.

“Are you-...are you crying?” You ask in a whisper, worry knitting your brow and bringing a frown to your lips. “Aaron, hey-” 

He tries to shy away, but you don’t let him for once. You pull him close and wipe his cheeks, still concerned about how out of nowhere this reaction is from him. “I just want you to stay, what’s going on?” 

It’s silent for a long while, you assume he’s collecting his thoughts and calming down, so you just keep one hand on his shoulder and the other on his arm to ground him. Five minutes pass before he can look you in the eye, and when he does your heart shatters. The tears just won’t stop. As he falls into your arms, you rub his back and try to push through the confusion at how fast things changed emotionally. “What is it, Aaron…? Honey?” You ask softly, moving so he can sit next to you on the bed.

“I wanna stay-” It’s a little difficult to make out with the tears and the fact he has his face pressed against your shoulder, but you hear it. “I wanna stay,” He repeats “But that makes it real.” 

Time slows, and the cogs start to turn in your head. Losing Haley twice over must’ve been the worst heartbreak he’d ever experienced, and she wasn’t in the field. You are. Sure, that means you’ve got each other’s backs, but it also meant your lives were on the line daily. Sure enough, he finishes your train of thought for you.

“I can’t lose you.” 

You don’t even try to say he won’t, because you know he might. Every time you step out of the bullpen and into the field there’s a target on your back, and you’d be a fool if you tried to ignore that. But was that really a reason to break each other's hearts?

“You might.” You say stiffly, running your fingers through the longest parts of his hair. “But if you keep this up, you’ll lose me too.”

It was something you wanted to let hang, so you did. One hand still running through his hair as you watched him process it…he was tired, you both were, the case you were on right now was one of the worst and was only devolving more. What would usually have been an irritating question with snide comments had become the final straw. Unwittingly, you’d broken him. Eventually, he looked up at you from where he was leaning, and your heart broke. He didn’t have to speak for you to know how he felt. 

“I know…I know it’s scary. I’m terrified.” His bottom lip trembles slightly, and you think about how you’d fight people tooth and nail to never have to see him so upset again, about how it gripped at your chest and stung your eyes every time you took in a breath. “But we can be scared together.”

There was no way to fix this, not alone, but therapy wasn’t something to bring up right now. Right now, the man in your arms clearly needed comfort and support, and that’s what you gave him. Hours pass with him half-cradled in your arms like a child, and eventually you wake up next to him, the pink light of a sunrise flushing his cheeks just like his own heartbreak had the night before. It was odd, seeing a man you knew to be so strong completely relying on you for stability, but at the same time it felt right. If Aaron needed a rock, that’s exactly what you’d be, there was no question he’d do the same for you in a heartbeat. This wasn’t going to be easy, you’d have a lot of explaining to do to the team and your families, but you’d do it together.

Afraid, but in love without denial.

#leowrites #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds x reader #angst #i've been feeling a little rusty so this may not be my best work just a prewarning

[bau-drabbles]

condescending Hotch thoughts (?)

i'd really like to write you a "normal" ask but my mind is plagued with Hotch and you just enjoying a night out in the early phase of your relationship and then things get heated when you arrive at his apartment. You would love nothing more than him having his way with you but he'd be all like "sweetheart, i'm trying to be a gentleman here, you really want me this much you can't behave after a date?" thoughts 😶

i'd really like to write you a "normal ask" but there are also Hotch surprising you (trying to) pleasure yourself but failing because your touch can't compare to his :( "sweetheart i'm home, did you- oh, and what do we have here? Having fun without me i see.." (all accompanied with a little smirk of course) you don't answer but you make a weak attempt at finishing your actions but you just can't 😕 "oh no honey, what's up? you can't finish without me cause I ruined you for anything else that isn't me?"."aaron...wanna feel good..." your tone is weak, you feel defeated but you know he's right. "yeah? you wanna? good thing morgan took some of my paperwork so i could come home early, huh?" you aren't understanding what he's saying anymore and you can only focus on the fact that he'll make you feel VERY good soon "honey? honey you there? oh i know my princess is somewhere in her thoughts but the sooner i'll make her cum the sooner she'll remember that it's my privilege to do so" thoughts 😫

or even Hotch finding out you want another child with him while not being so subtle about it one night you would just be there in your bed and he would start nuzzling your neck: "can't believe how greedy you are, i've already given you two children and you want to repeat it all over again? okay honey it's fine, i know your cycles and you'll be ovulating in a couple days, it's the perfect time"  you can't stay still at the thought of another mini hotchner growing inside you again and experiencing the path and the pleasures of a third pregnancy with him thoughts 💜

AGH I'D GIVE HIM AS MANY KIDS AS HE WANTS

🍐 anon (i usually go by this in different blogs, but if you already have a pear anon i'll change emoji 😊)

(sorry I am in a Hotch brainrot these days and my cycle isn't really helping but it makes me h word and emotional for him and my other 2636 crushes- oh how I wish fictional men were real)

OH MY GOD 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 please i'm in LOVE with condescending hotch don't ever write normal hotch asks these ones are perfect!!!! 😵‍💫❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

ESPECIALLY when you've been acting a bit like a brat and you're really needy but your fingers just won't cut it but he doesn't even help. he just watches you with a smirk, instructing you to continue with a cocky tone. "what happened, baby? what happened to that temper of yours??"

but then he does eventually take over, his legs separating yours and all of it was worth the wait when he practically devours you 😵‍💫

he's so in love with making you cum different ways, always teasing more out of you when you're overstimulated and panting for breath "come on honey, one more? for me, sweetheart?"

he always has you blurring the line between pleasure and pain, every cell and every nerve ending coming to life that erupts in a sensation that steals every single breath from your lungs. with every orgasm, his name rising to the heavens as they leave your lips sung only for him but meant for all to hear

you can't tell me this man doesn't have the biggest breeding kink ever 😩 you just look so damn pretty all filled with him, he can't help it everytime. his lil princess all filled with his seed, he can't help but devour you everytime.

i don't want babies but i'd have his in a heartbeat pls!!!

#asks #🍐 anon <3 #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner

[doctorstethoscope]

Brown Bear || A. Hotchner x Fem Reader

Hello my loves, this is a double whammy, because it’s for @ssahotchswife‘s soft Hotch Saturday AND for @anxiousblanketqueen’s birthday challenge! 

prompt: reading to your baby!

warnings: insane fluff, discussion of pregnancy, mention of morning sickness, injury mention, aaron hotchner being completely wrapped around a baby’s finger

word count: 1.7k

You and your husband hadn’t slept for more than six hours at a time in one month, two weeks, and four days, not that you were counting. Okay, fine, so maybe you were. But to be fair, it also had been one of the most incredible six weeks and four days of your life— the number of days since Alexis Haley Hotchner had entered the world. She was worth every sleepless night. 

The past six weeks had been total bliss— both of you on parental leave, Aaron dropping Jack off at school every morning and then coming home to “his girls,” as he had affectionately dubbed the two of you. You’d spend the day together, getting to know the little girl who had stolen both of your hearts in an instant, and then Jack would come home after school and complete your family unit. He couldn’t be more obsessed with his baby sister, and it melted your heart to watch his little fingers push hair out of her even little-r face.

So when Alexis’s coos woke the both of you up at 3AM, you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at her. How could you be, when she had come into the world and made everything so perfect? You sat up in bed to go get her, but Aaron threw a tired arm out.

“I got her,” he mumbled, inching himself up to a seated position. “You did the last one.” He says as he tries to delicately disentangle himself from you. 

He stumbled out of bed and across the hall into the baby’s room. You hear him simultaneously from her nursery and from the baby monitor on the bedside table as he crosses to her crib.

“Hey, angel, it’s okay. Daddy’s here.” He whispers as he cranes into the crib to pick up Alexis. “Shh, daddy’s got you.” He says, hoisting her up against his chest and placing one large hand over her back. 

She’s quiet after a moment, content to be pressed against her father’s chest as he softly bounced around the room to calm her. You couldn’t see her face through the monitor, but you knew her well enough to know that her quiet did not mean she was back to sleep— you were sure that when Aaron checked her big eyes would be wide open and staring up at him. 

You were right. Aaron shifted so that she was cradled in his arms and he could see her face, very much awake and enamored with her father. 

“Lexie, my little love, “ Aaron cooed out as he settled in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. “It’s not time to get up yet. Mama and daddy need a little bit more sleep to keep up with you and your brother.” 

Lexie blinked up at him, unconvinced by his pleas. 

“Okay, sweet girl. One story, but then you have to go back to sleep.” Aaron answered the question that Lexie couldn’t possibly articulate as he reached blindly for a book off of the shelf next to the rocking chair. She couldn’t even ask for what she wanted, but Aaron was already helpless to do anything but give it to her.

“Brown bear, brown bear, what do you see?” 

You let out a contented little sigh that no one could hear. You had loved Aaron’s voice since the moment you met him, but listening to him read to Jack and Lexie was always special. He was softer with them, more vulnerable than he was with the team. You could hear his love for them in every syllable. 

“I see a red bird looking at me. Red bird, red bird, what do you see?” 

He’s so quiet with her, so gentle, and you can’t help but remember the way you stunned him into silence when you told him about her for the first time. 

Aaron was away on a case when you found out, off in Michigan or Nebraska or somewhere else that was decidedly not your home in Virginia. 

You thought about calling him, but you wanted to see his face when he heard the news. Wanted to be able to pull him into your arms and thank him for choosing you, for choosing to let love in again when life had told him over and over again that doing so was a mistake. You wanted to thank him for this incredible life.

It was late when he finally came home. You had tried to stay up, but the morning sickness had you awake early most days and you were exhausted. You stirred when the bedroom door clicked open.

“Aaron,” you mumbled out, not sure if you really said it or if you just dreamt that you said it.

“Shh, it’s me. Go back to sleep. Love you.” He said, already divesting himself of his suit coat and his tie. 

“Turn the light on.” 

“Honey, I’m alright.” 

It was a habit the two of you had developed— he would never tell you if he was injured on a case, so you insisted on giving him a once-over when he came home, making sure he was all in one piece. Aaron pretended it was ridiculous but he’d never tell you how much your tender touch would warm him from the inside out, how it would bring him back to the bright and soft place in his heart that he saved for you, and how it would pull him out of the darkness he worked in day in and day out. 

“Turn on the light, please.” 

Aaron obliges you, flicking the switch as he unbuttons his shirt and tosses it in the general direction of the hamper. You squint against the harsh light after just waking up. By the time you’re brave enough to fully open your eyes, Aaron is at your bedside in just his boxers, awaiting his examination with a fond smile. You rise to your knees on the mattress, running a gentle finger over the planes of his jaw and nose before giving him a quick kiss. You missed him. You ran your hands over his shoulders and down his arms, inspecting his chest and finding only the regular nine scars. 

“Turn around.” You tell him. 

“The unsub confessed. I didn’t even draw my gun.” 

“Well then this should be quick,” you quipped back, and he turned with a roll of his eyes and a smile that betrayed his affection. 

As promised, he was completely unharmed, and he turned to face you again. 

“Can we go to bed now?” He asked, moving in closer to wrap his arms around you, his hands settling on your hips.

“Aaron,” you said, raising your hands to his face and placing your thumb where you knew his dimple would appear at your next words. “I’m pregnant.” 

Sure enough, your thumb slotted right in. He couldn’t bring himself to form any words, but his beaming smile spoke loud enough. You couldn’t help but match it. There was a long beat before he spoke.

“Really?” He whispered, after a moment.

“Yeah, honey. Really,” you confirmed. 

“You’re sure?” If he wasn’t smiling so big, you might have mistaken his hesitance for fear. You knew better. 

“I haven’t been to the doctor yet, but I’m eight for eight peeing on sticks. I bought every brand at the drugstore. So I’m pretty sure.” You confessed with a little giggle.

He’s kissing you before either one of you can say anything else, and it’s perfect. He’s home, and he’s here, and he’s perfect, and you’re going to have his baby. He’s wrapped up in your arms and you’re wrapped up in his and you’re pretty sure you could just stay like this for the next nine months until Alexis makes her appearance. 

Aaron’s snore, loud enough to be heard from both the monitor and your half-opened door, distracts you from your reverie. You smirk a little as you swing your legs out of bed and cross the hall. 

The book is propped up open against Aaron’s chest, his arm occupied with cradling your little girl and his other hand splayed over her slight frame. Luckily, she’s asleep too, and you begin your quest to remove them from each other without waking either of them. 

Aaron, ever the anxious sleeper, wakes with a start as soon as all nine pounds of Alexis are taken from his arms. You shush him before he can say anything. 

“You fell asleep, baby. Go back to bed.” 

“Could’ve dropped her.” He murmured, not pleased with himself, and you let out a dissatisfied little tsk as you place Lexi against her crib mattress. 

“You had both hands wrapped around her. You weren’t gonna drop her. She was fine.” You corrected him.

He rose from the rocking chair and tugged at your hand. “You coming?” 

“I just want to look at her a little bit longer.” You tell him

“You know, you aren’t supposed to be awake at all. Sleep when the baby sleeps.” He chastises with absolutely nothing behind it, settling in to wrap his hands on your waist and tuck his chin into your shoulder. 

You watch her for a moment, or two or three. It’s hard to tell. You could look at her forever. 

“Thank you,” you both say after a moment, and turn to each other with exhausted little smiles. 

“Come on, let’s get back to sleep before we get sentimental and weepy,” Aaron teases, tugging you back towards the bedroom. 

“It’s a little too late for that, love.” You tell him as you climb into bed, scooting towards the middle of the mattress so you could wrap your arms around him and place your head on his chest. He just places his lips against your forehead by way of response, falling back to sleep before he can move away. You sigh that contented little sigh again, and Aaron’s arm pulls you in closer to him. He really had given you the perfect life. You couldn’t wait to repay him with baby number three.

#jtr23 #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch x reader #hotch x y/n #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #hotchner doesn't look like a real word anymore

[whitecrossgirl]

Just a thought but 'Heart of Stone' from Six! the Musical gives me total Haley Hotchner-Brooks vibes. Obviously not all the lyrics fit but many could be interpreted to suit her. Mainly because I was listening to the Six! soundtrack and got thinking.

You've got a good heart But I know it changes A restless tide, untamable You came my way, and I knew a storm could come too You'd lift me high, or let me fall

Essay under the cut

Even back in season 1, Haley knew that their safety couldn't be guaranteed just because Hotch promised it would be. In 'The Fisher King', you can see how rattled she is that the Fisher King could track down her and Jack at home. Even if Hotch is in denial at this point that anything would happen, she starts to think differently.

But I took your hand, promised I'd withstand Any blaze you blew my way 'Cause something inside, it solidified And I knew I'd always stay

Even if she didn't always stay because the marriage did break apart, the argument could be made that something did solidify. As season 2 progresses and moves into season 3, we see that she is struggling with the case always coming first. Although I doubt he ever told her what really would have happened at the shopping mall, even if she and Jack had been there, the fact remains, the cracks are starting to show.

You say we're perfect A perfect family You hold us close, for the world to see And when I say you're the only one I've ever loved I mean those words truthfully

Ok, here's the thing. The idea of Haley having an affair is implied but never explicitly stated. Personally, if there was an affair (which I doubt) it would have most likely been more a physical than emotional. Not that that makes it OK but since we never get canon confirmation that it even happened, we can argue for hours or move on.

Point is, their family isn't perfect. It's falling apart and she's the only one who can see it. Haley knows she has to be the bad guy and be the one to step away. She and Jack can't come second to the case anymore.

But I know Without my son your love could disappear I know it isn't fair, but I don't care 'Cause my love, will still be here

This is the main part which doesn't fully fit. I think even if they hadn't had Jack, Hotch still would have loved her so we'll move on. I've left the chorus until now to look at.

You can build me up, you can tear me down You can try but I'm unbreakable You can do your best, but I'll stand the test You'll find that I'm unshakeable When the fire's burnt The wind has blown The water's dried, you'll still find stone My heart of stone

As I mentioned before, even in the season 1 finale, Haley knows that her and Jack's safety can never be guaranteed and this only is reinforced from that point on. Elle is attacked in her home in the same episode. In the season 2 finale, Gideon's friend Sarah is murdered in his apartment, just because she was someone he cared about. TBH, I see this rather that Hotch's suspension as the final straw for Haley. They can never be sure of their safety, danger comes for the BAU at every turn and by extension she and Jack aren't safe. I see it as the real reason why she wants Hotch to leave the BAU and when he doesn't, she walks away. It comes across as cold hearted but she makes her choice and sticks to it. If Hotch can't make a sacrfice to try and protect their family; she will. She'll be unjustly blamed and vilified for it (come at me Haley hate squad) even though honestly, how many would say that they wouldn't do the same? If it meant the safety of your child, would you not want your spouse to change careers that would at least make you slightly more safe.

We also know that Haley hates the gore and doesn't want to know the details but during the fight, Hotch mentions it anyway; mostly to reaffirm his point but it also shows how different their viewpoint is. To her, its horrible and unbearable to hear. For him, it's normal. Slightly more grotesque than usual but still, normal.

It also means that when the inevitable happens, when the danger does come to Hotch's door, she and Jack aren't safe. The only way for them to be safe is to leave their home and family behind and in the end, it's still pointless.

We hear it being said several times, by Hotch himself "You practically raised Jack yourself" and Jess "You and Haley didn't split up because you stopped loving each other." I see it as Haley being the one to see what he refused to, until it was too late. He couldn't guarantee her and Jack's safety. The day would come. And it did.

Soon I'll have to go I'll never see him grow But I hope my son will know He'll never be alone 'Cause like a river runs dry And leaves it's scars behind I'll be by your side 'Cause my love Is set in stone

Obviously, this was the main part that started me comparing the song to Haley. From the moment she heard Hotch's voice on the phone in 100 and realised she and Jack had been lured into Foyet's trap; she accepts her fate. Once again, she accepts what Hotch is unable to until it's too late. She is going to die. Whatever happens, he won't get there to safe her, something she knew could happen way back in season 1 and so her priority, as always, is Jack.

Hotch and the team won't get there in time to save her, Haley is going to die. She knows it, they know it and so the unspoken agreement is to get Jack to safety. Hotch tells him to hide, Haley makes Hotch promise to take care of him, to show him how to be happy and how important it is that Jack knows love and that his parents did love one another at one point. Indeed, her last words to Jack are that she loves him so much, she hugs him that tightly that he remarks on it, that 'Mommy, you hug me too tight'. She accepts her fate and knows that Jack will be alright, he and Hotch will cope without her and that she will always be a part of them.

If you haven't noticed, I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this and I would love to hear what you guys think. Feel free to send me messages about what you think and like I said, if you hate Haley, feel free to call me an idiot, I'll just laugh anyway.

Endnote: Haley deserved better.

#criminal minds #haley hotchner #long post #aaron hotchner #tbh this got away from me #shut up kerri no one cares

[angelswithcigarettes]

“Toughen up“

Summary: Spencer and Hotch grow up as step brothers in an abusive household until Hotch leaves. Years later they work together and for some time no one knows about their past until Hotch sees Morgan and Spencer messing around training hand to hand and gets reminded of unpleasant childhood memories.

Prompt:"Toughen up"

Warnings:Graphic Description Of Violence, Past Child Abuse

Word Count:1121

Ao3:

When Gideon had introduced them two years back, the only new thing he needs an Introduction to is the hurt in Spencer eyes as Hotch grabs the hand of his little brother, not able to stop himself from looking him into the eyes.

He hasn't seen him in years,he didn't even know he was in the academy.

"Aaron Hotchner, nice to meet you." A short moment and they had silently agreed to not disclose their relationship.

"Dr. Spencer Reid"

"Well Agent Gideon spoke very highly about you." Not even minutes later everything was signed and it was final, Spencer was on the team and before he could even realize what just happened Gideon took him out of the room again.

And he wished, he wished so badly to have a relationship to him again but over weeks Spencer acted around him like every other new agent would, not like the kid that moved into their house at three and was nine when Hotch left for college. The child that cried out for him, the child that saw the same four walls of fear and pain like he did. The child he left behind.

He even considered that Spencer doesn't remember, that he really is clueless about who Hotch is until they are alone in the conference room and Spencer calls him "Ron".

"What?"

"Can you hand me the file?"

"Sure, sorry." Still surprised by the use of his old nickname he hands him the papers. "You remember."

"Of course."

He tells Haley that night, breaking down in tears, telling her how he fled out of the house and never went back. How he considered taking Spencer and then didn't. How he never checked up on him.

They don't let anything slide to the team, no accidentally nickname, no joke, no body language that indicates that Hotch cleaned the small boys face after a vase had barely missed him and pieces had cut through his cheek, a body language that indicates how Hotch hid him under his blanket at night because he was to scared to sleep in his own room.

And then there it is, all standing in the conference room and Hotch leans over to grab something but doesn't reach it and asks. "Buddy hand me that real quick will you?" And both of them freeze up and Spencer stumbles out of the room after a quick apology of having something left in Garcia's office.

But it was never discussed again. No one on the team said a thing nor did make a joke about it. Even Gideon shrugged it off.

It wasn't till months later, that they got a case and the team had announced to go into the gym to train a little bit so Hotch made his way downstairs to get them, Gideon behind him so they can leave as fast as possible when he sees Spencer on the floor,Morgan on top of him and if he wasn't so used to seeing Spencer's bloody face, so used to hearing Spencer cry out for him he would have seen how he is giggling and how Morgan is teasing him pining him to the ground. "Get of him." Morgan flinches at the loud voice of his boss and crumbles off him and before he can realize what happens a fist hits him in the face. "Don't touch him."

"Wha-" He wanted to sit up again but Hotch hits again.

"Aaron stop." Spencer can't stop the third and fourth hit but after that he wraps his arms around his big brother, clinching to him. "Stop it. Please stop it." Out of breath the man reaches up to Spencer's head that he had laying on his shoulder.

"He won't hurt you anymore." Hotch is gasping for air, while Morgan is scrambling away,blood dripping from his nose. The older man turns his head to the side, burying his nose in Spencer's hair and then screws his eyes shut to not thing about the memories.

He remembers how he had yelled at Spencer, dressed in dungarees and a polo shirt looking up to him through his glasses. "You can't cry right now."

"It hurts."

"Toughen up."

"My head hurting." Spencer had started crying never the less while Hotch was pressing him to his chest, to not let their father hear that they are sharing a room, that Hotch is helping him.

Gideon is crouching down next to Morgan who is holding a towel to his nose that is slowly being soaked with blood and the noise of blood rushing through his vains slowly gets quieter and Hotch feels exhausted and embarrassed. Spencer still clinching to him,sitting on his knees, his arms around Hotch's neck. "I am so sorry." The team leder bites out looking at Morgan.

"What did you think I was doing man?" He hadn't been thinking.

"I don't know. I am sorry. I am so sorry." Even though Morgan was pissed as hell by what happened, seeing his boss in distress when he normally never loses his cool, was enough for him to know that he is the one suffering the least.

"Spence?" JJ lays a hand on Spencer's shoulder as an attempt to make him loosen his grip but instead he scoops closer to his brother.

"It's okay buddy." Hotch brings out, loosen his tie to catch a deeper breath. "We are okay. I am sorry."

"Spencer I am sorry if I hurt you, I thought we were just messing around." Morgan apologises.

"It's okay we were." He turns his head, now facing the rest of the team, seeing the blood on the floor that Hotch caused."Why would you do that?"

"I couldn't stop- I could never stop him. And I- I- I- I panicked. I don't know what happened."

The flight was uncomfortable quiet but eventually Gideon spoke up, the man who was known to as the most comfortable in uncomfortable silence had enough of it. "You guys have to talk this out."

"I am good,it was an accident-"

"Spencer and I are brothers." Hotch interrupts him. "We grew up in the same house, we have the same dad. Different mothers. I left when I got the first chance I didn't saw him again until his job interview." While Morgan's and JJ's faces drop, Gideon and Ellen manage to hide their surprise. "When you- when you were on top of him- and I saw you- I thought you were beating him up. Just like our dad did. I told Spencer when he was kid that he should though up and that he should suck it up and then leave but I swore myself I would not let that happen with this second chance."

#criminal minds #spencer reid #derek morgan #ao3 author #aaron hotchner #jason gideon #fanfic #fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction