#hotchniss fan fiction

[sequinsmile-x]

Warpath

Emily decides to surprise her boyfriend, but a misunderstanding might ruin things forever.

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Hiiii friends

As requested by a lot of people following an anon I got asking for Hotch/Reader to get into an argument because she thinks he's cheating on her, I made it Hotchniss!

This screams Young Hotchniss to me, and it has been a long time since I wrote them, so here we are! I hope you enjoy this!

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Words: 3.1k

Warnings: References to cheating (no one actually cheats on anyone I promise!)

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She told herself it was just sex. 

She’d told him that too, her hand already in his pants, wrapped around him, whilst his was pushing her underwear out of the way as they kissed. Her words lost against his cheek as he pressed her between himself and his desk. Weeks of long looks and flirting as she distracted him whilst he was meant to be working culminating in the best orgasm Emily thinks she’d ever had up until that point. 

It, of course, quickly became more than that. 

He’d lay in bed with her, staying in her room much later than he should have if he didn’t want to get caught by one of his colleagues or her mother, and they’d talk for hours. Fingers trailing over skin as they exchanged stories, their childhoods vastly different but similar in many heartbreaking ways. Loneliness and a lack of the love they both deserved leading them to this - seeking out companionship in places they probably shouldn’t have. 

They spent the weeks of that summer pretending it would last forever, that their deadline wasn’t fast approaching. On the last night before she was due to go to Yale, he’d snuck into her room as usual, although Emily had since learnt her mother already knew about them by then, and he said he didn’t want them to come to an end. That he wanted more with her and, if she wanted it too, they could make it work. 

She still remembered the nervous look on his face, a vulnerability she knew he only ever showed her sparkling in his eyes. She didn’t have to think twice about it, her answer would only ever be yes.

They’d been together for 10 months now, the anniversary of that first night in his old office at her mother’s house fast approaching. It was the best relationship she’d ever been in and she missed him when she was away at college. 

They took turns to visit each other once a month. It had only been two weeks since she’d last seen him but with finals coming up and a particularly nasty phone call she’d had with her mother a couple of days ago she felt on edge. She wanted nothing more than to see him, to find solace in his embrace and to breathe him in. 

She got in her car without really thinking about it, a haphazardly packed bag on the passenger seat as she drove to see him, the 8 hours passing by in a blur. It’s only when she parks up outside of his building that she realises she probably should have at least called him and let him know she was coming. She blows out a breath and walks the familiar short distance from the building’s entrance to his apartment. 

She knocks on the door and waits for it to be answered. She bites her lower lip in an attempt to contain her smile, her excitement, at seeing Aaron for the first time in weeks. She was spoiled by how they started, how he’d been available to her all the time, and she missed him when they were apart. The nightly phone calls and monthly visits were not anywhere near enough, which is what had led her to decide to surprise him like this. 

Her smile drops off her face as the door swings open and she comes face to face with a woman who looks a couple of years younger than her. She’s wearing a  t-shirt that is clearly too large for her, and a tiny pair of shorts that were sticking out just below its hem. Her hair is mostly dry, but there are damp patches on the t-shirt she’s wearing where her hair lays over her shoulders, a clear sign she’d been in the shower recently.  The woman looks her up and down, and she raises her eyebrow.

“Hi.” 

Emily continues to stare at her for a moment before she clears her throat, “Hi,” she replies, “Is Aaron here?” 

The woman nods and looks over her shoulder, “Aaron. Someone is here for you.” 

Emily swallows thickly as the woman walks back into the apartment, leaving her alone, frozen in place on the other side of the door, panic and confusion climbing up her throat. It turns into sorrow, bitter and heavy as nausea rolls through her when Aaron comes into view. He’s drying his hair, a towel in his hand as he rubs it back and forth over his head. He smiles at her, and it makes her heart drop into her stomach, her mouth falling open as he has the nerve to smile at her like she hasn’t just come to see him and found another woman in his apartment. 

“Em, sweetheart, what are you doing here?” 

She chuckles bitterly and shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest to hold herself together. She refused to cry in front of him, didn’t want to let him know that he’d broken her heart, leaving it in pieces on the floor in the hallway of his apartment building. 

“Wasting my time apparently,” she replies, stepping back when he leans in to kiss her, the smell of his shampoo washing over her, “I should go,” she says, shaking her head, “Leave you with your friend.” 

Aaron frowns, his delight at seeing her so unexpectedly fading rapidly, replaced by confusion because of how she was acting. Standoffish in a way she hadn’t been with him since he first started working for her mother all those months ago. Before she trusted him. 

“Em- He says as he takes a step towards her again but she backs up even further, almost hitting the wall behind her, putting as much space between them as she can. 

“You could have just broken up with me, you know,” she says, cutting him off, her voice strained as she desperately tries to hold back her emotions, determined to keep it together, “I’m a big girl, I can take it.” 

“Break up with you?” He asks, furrowing his brow, and she feels fury roll through her. Aaron wasn’t stupid, and she didn’t understand why he couldn’t see what the issue was. “Why would I…” He trails off as it clicks, the final puzzle pieces falling into place. It makes him draw in a breath and he laughs without meaning to. The idea is so absurd to him that he can’t hold it back, “Em, no you’ve got it wrong-”

It doesn’t go down well. His reaction makes the spark of anger in her blood catch fire and she shakes her head at him, once again cutting him off before he can explain. 

“Go fuck yourself, Aaron,” she says, shaking her head as she walks away, ignoring him as he shouts after her, “Or better yet, let your new girlfriend do it for you.” 

She makes it to her car before she starts to cry, the slamming of the door followed a sob she can no longer hold back.

___

She’s just about to order room service, her mind set on getting every dessert the hotel served and eating her feelings in bed when there’s a knock on her room’s door. She sighs and places the menu in her hand down on the vanity before she walks over. She groans as she looks through the peephole and sees Aaron standing on the other side of the door, his hands in the pockets of the sweatpants she’d seen him wearing earlier. She gives herself a moment to gather herself, her forehead briefly pressing into the cold wood of the door, and then she stands up straight and pulls the door open. 

“How did you find me?” She asks, her voice sterner than she thought it would be considering she’d spent most of the last hour or so crying. 

“I work for the FBI, Emily,” he says, trying to joke and sighing when he sees it doesn’t land, “I knew the last person you’d want to see after me would be your mother, so I figured you’d stay in a hotel. I called around until I found one that told me they had a guest with your name.” 

She frowns, her hand still gripping the door handle as she stands in place, not giving him room to walk past her. 

“I don’t want to talk to you-”

“I’m not sleeping with her,” he says, cutting her off before she has the chance to yell at him again. She freezes, her jaw tense and tight as they stare at each other, “She’s not…I would never do that to you.”

She feels some of the fight drain out of her, her grip on the door handle loosening as she tries to think of another explanation for what she saw. 

“What? You just happened to have a beautiful woman in your apartment? Who you just clearly had a shower with?” 

He sighs, frustration building in his chest as he clenches his jaw to stop himself from showing it, well aware that arguing with her right now wouldn’t fix anything. 

“She’s called Ashley, and she’s Sean’s girlfriend,” he explains carefully, watching how her confusion only gets clearer, “And by the way I didn’t shower with her. She used all of my hot water by having the world's longest shower and then I had to use freezing cold water when she was done.”

“Sean’s girlfriend?” She asks, still slightly dubious as she ignores everything else he’s said, “Your brother who you haven’t seen in years?”

Aaron nods, “He just showed up this morning, with Ashley in tow,” he says, shaking his head at the thought of it, at how his brother just expected him to drop everything just for him, “He asked to stay for a few days. Apparently, he has a job at a diner in the city and they need somewhere to stay while he has a place of his own.” He continues to look at her, his eyes fixed on her face. He watches as it dawns on her, her eyes going wide. “Any chance I can come in now?” He asks, looking around the hotel hallway, “I’d rather other people didn’t hear any more of my business.”

She nods and she finally steps backwards, letting him step past her. She closes the door and turns to look at him, her arms crossed over her chest. She walks back through it, looking at what had happened at his apartment from a new perspective. Ashley’s hair was almost dry and Aaron’s was still dripping water when he walked towards the door, he’d been excited to see Emily. Joy and surprise in his eyes when he found her standing there even though it was still another couple of weeks until they should have seen each other. He’d been calm, content. Not at all like someone who had just been caught out cheating on his long-distance girlfriend. 

She feels embarrassment colour her cheeks, her skin burning with guilt and internalised anger that she had reacted in the way she had, accusing him of things she knows he would never do without thinking critically for even a moment. She’d always prided herself on not being emotional, of being able to control herself in that way, but he brought it out of her. Made her feel everything that much more sharply than anyone else had ever been able to. She loved him, the happiness and light that came with that the brightest she had ever known, but she knew it also gave him the power to hurt her, something that she knows he would never purposely do. 

“I’m so sorry, Aaron,” she says, her voice shaking as their eyes meet, his hands in his pockets still as they stand just a few feet apart from each other. Now her anger has cleared, she feels like she’s looking at him properly for the first time since Ashley had opened his front door. He looks sad, hurt shining in his eyes as he looks back at her, and she hates herself for doing this to him, “I…I’m sorry.” 

He smiles at her and nods, “It’s ok.”

“No,” she says, taking a step towards him, so close now that she can feel his breath across her cheek, but she doesn’t touch him, “It’s not ok. I…should have listened to you, or thought about what I was looking at but I made an assumption and I wish I could take it back,” she finally reaches out for him, her hand cupping his cheek. She feels him lean into it, his stubbly cheek scratching against her palm in a way that warms her from the inside out, “I am sorry.”

“I know you are sweetheart,” he replies, turning his head to kiss her hand, “And it’s ok. I forgive you, god knows how I would have reacted if I showed up to yours to find a guy opening your front door. But I hope you know I wouldn’t do that to you,” he says, taking her hand in his and linking their fingers together, “I love you. I would never cheat on you.” 

She smiles and nods, closing the final gap between them as she leans forward and wraps her arms around him. The final bit of tension leaves her as he wraps his arms around her too, a touch of desperation in his embrace that didn’t usually exist. 

“I love you too,” she says, pressing her face into his neck and breathing him in, “And I’m going to apologise at least 5 more times before I go back to college.” 

He pulls back to look at her, stamping a kiss against her lips, “I never did get the chance to ask what you were doing here.” 

She groans and rests her forehead against his. He tugs her towards the bed and they both sit down. Emily leans against him, her legs over his lap and her cheek pressing into his shoulder. 

“Finals have been stressing me out, and last night after I spoke to you I had a…fucking horrible conversation with my mother that ended with me hanging up on her. And I realised the only person who could make me feel better was you and that a phone call wouldn’t do. So I got in my car first thing this morning. I probably should have called first.” 

He kisses her forehead and runs his hand up and down her arm, “Well, we would have avoided a misunderstanding if you had,” he quips, chuckling when she lightly slaps his shoulder, “But you know you’re always welcome, right? I miss you when you’re not here.”

She hums in response and sinks further into his embrace, “I know.” 

They lapse into silence for a moment and he continues to run his hand up and down her arm, well aware that she found comfort in it.

“Do you want to talk about what happened with your mom?” 

She sighs and lifts her head to look at him, “She asked what my plans were when I finish my masters,” she smiles tightly, “I told her what we spoke about.” 

They’d discussed it the last time they saw each other, the end of her year at Yale looming over them. She wanted to move back to DC, something she would never have even considered before Aaron, and get a job, preferably in the FBI once she was old enough to apply. She was planning on moving in with Aaron, an idea he’d suggested when she commented she’d need to find somewhere to live. 

Elizabeth had hated the idea. She’d been unhappy with the relationship since the moment she found out about it, and Emily knew she’d hoped it would fizzle out as they were forced to maintain a long-distance relationship for most of the time they’d been together. Emily knew her mother wouldn’t be pleased, but a small part of her had hoped that she’d recognise her daughter was truly happy and accept it because of that.

She was wrong. 

“What did she say?” He asks, knowing she sometimes needed pushing to talk about her mother. He’s sure that if he didn’t know Elizabeth, if he hadn’t worked for her and knew what she could be like, that Emily wouldn’t tell him anything about her relationship with her mother, always afraid that people would think she was being dramatic or that she was simply a spoiled rich girl. 

Emily laughs bitterly, “That I’m letting my heart lead me, that you’ll eventually hurt me and then I’ll realise I’ve shaped my life around something I’ll lose,” she shakes her head and blows out a breath, “It’s probably why I reacted like I did when I got to yours. Even after all this time, she’s still able to get into my head.”

She sounds so sad, so downtrodden, for a moment that he thinks about calling Elizabeth himself. Crossing the line he’d promised Emily he’d never cross, leaving her relationship to her mother just to her. 

“She’s your mom, sweetheart,” he says, kissing her temple, “She knows exactly what buttons to push.” 

“Yeah,” Emily sighs, “Because she sewed them on,” she smiles at him, “She said she won’t be able to make it to my graduation. She claimed it’s because she’s going to be in Italy, but I think she just doesn’t see the merit in it.” 

He pulls her closer and he knows he can’t fix it for her, that it would mean more to her than she’d ever admit if her mother did go to her graduation. 

“I’ll be there,” he assures her, “I’ll be the loudest guy in the crowd.” 

She laughs and pulls back to look at him, “Yeah?” 

He nods and leans in to kiss her, his lips firm against hers, “Yeah.” 

“I was going to order food before you arrived, do you want to eat?” 

He nods, squeezing her tighter for a second before he lets go and she gets up to pick up the menu she’d abandoned on the vanity.

“Yes please, Sean and Ashley have eaten all of my food since they arrived.” 

She smiles and climbs back into his lap, menu in hand, “You’re staying tonight, right?” She asks, tilting her head as she looks up at him, “We could go back to yours but-”

“We should stay here,” he says, knowing he’s said the right thing when she smiles brightly at him, “We deserve some time alone.” 

She nods and kisses his cheek, “I can’t wait until we live together.” 

Aaron smiles at her, his future as clear as it had ever been, “Me neither, sweetheart.” 

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First Case

Summary: Bonnie is invited to assist on her first case, and got more than what she was expecting.

Characters: Bonnie McBride (OC), Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Jason Gideon

AU: Criminal Minds

Episode: Own

Word count: 4.9K

A/N: I make a lot of stuff up in this so just go with it! I make facts up a lot lol

TW: detail of blood and gore

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“Wheels up in thirty.” Agent Hotchner announced and Bonnie could have hit the roof and landed in Seattle already not having needed to use the jet.

It had been three months this she started her new job as the BAU’s (Agents Hotchners) assistant and she’d been invited to assist on a case. Not as a profiler or an agent, but to help out. Sort things, write down information, and keep up to date. Like a walking talking diary for the team.

Her go bag has been ready since her first day and followed Emily closely towards the jet, it was magnificent. She’d never imagine she’d ever step foot in something like this.

“You like it?” Emily asked knowingly, and Bonnie chuckled.

“It’s amazing.”

“Very comfy too!”

And the two entered and found a seat.

The rest of the team followed shortly and she thought it was a bit cramped for seven people, but it was fine none the less.

“Three killings, all stabbed and had their hair cut off, all dumped around the Livingstone park. Within four weeks. Which means around one killing per week.” Agent Hotchner read from his file, one that each agent had been given by Jennifer and Bonnie began writing in her notepad.

“The hair means something to him. Women love their hair, this dude hates women. So what does he do? Take away their identity and their looks. He’s angry and wants them to feel as low as he does.” Derek waded in, and by instinct Bonnie stroked her own hair. She did love hers. It was unique. Bright orange when the sun shone down on her, and cool ginger when there was no light. She’d hate to have it all cut off or lose it somehow.

“I think he knows the area. That park is two thousand acres, he can cover a lot of ground.” Said Emily.

“Are we sure it’s a guy? I mean, it seems like it could be jealousy. Possibly a woman who doesn’t see herself as pretty or well liked and she attacks attractive women then defiles something that most of us care for and always want to look nice, our hair.” Jennifer commented and Agent Gideon frowned.

“You might be onto something JJ. They leave the bodies face up, no remorse for what they’ve done. It could either me a man suffering from rejection or a woman full of jealousy. We’ll have to take a closer look when we get down there.”

“Did you know that in a recent survey taken in a Las Vegas high school, girls were asked what aspect of themselves they treasure most, and the highest answer was their hair. Not their body or maybe their face, but their hair. I-I think it’s because your hair can really change the way you look. You can change your face with makeup and surgery and your body by exercising and-and eating, but it’s easier to get a haircut or dye it.” Spencer gifted the team with his extensive knowledge.

“So you think whoever’s doing this is to make their victims… ugly?” Agent Gideon questioned, looking down to Spencer who nodded.

“Possibly.”

“Well all the girls do look kinda similar. Dark hair, blue eyes, skinny.” Derek had said before Agent Hotchner spoke.

“When we arrive I want Reid, Morgan, JJ, down at the police station find out anything you can about what’s been done. Gideon, and Prentiss, and I will visit the dump site.” He closed the conversation swiftly, along with his file.

“What will I do?” Bonnie asked eagerly.

Agent Hotchner thought for a moment. “Come with me. But if you feel sick or something you can head back and go to the police station with the others.”

But she swore she wouldn’t. This is what she’s preparing for. Her future. She’d have to get used to gory scenes at some point. And she wanted to prove she was capable of helping the team.

“Yes sir.”

And shortly after, the jet landed and Bonnie dug her nails into the arms of her chair, scared they would crash but had instead rolled smoothly into an airport.

Immediately, agent Hotchner, Gideon, and Emily were on their way to the Livingstone National Park, Bonnie in the backseat next to Emily.

“You ever seen a dead body before.” Emily asked suddenly and Bonnie almost laughed at how absurd that question was.

“Once.” She kept her answer short. Not wanting to give any more information about her past to the team.

It was rough growing up. Her mother and father migrated to America from Scotland when she was twenty two, Bonnie was four. Her red hair a flame and full of wonder. Her parents were convinced about the American dream, but neither of them had ever kept down a job, instead they fell down a hole of drug addiction. At the age of eighteen, her mother had found herself pregnant after a faulty condom broke, then six years later, it was her little girl who found her father laying lifeless in their apartment bathroom. A drug overdose. Since then her and her mother have been eating small plates and sometimes using cold water for showers. The apartment in which they live in now isn’t great. It needs a lot of work but neither of them have money to pay for it. Bonnie was accepted to college for outstanding grades as a young age. Child prodigy as her mother would say and tell her every day how proud she was of her. But lately she hasn’t seen her much, or heard anything similar in a couple of years.

“Who was it?”

“Emily.” Agent Hotchner had a stern look on his face and she gulped.

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok. I’m sure you guys have seen lots. I’m just excited to be helping.”

Agent Gideon smiled a little. “Let’s hope you still feel that way when we’re done.”

They arrived at the park, and were welcomed by one of the rangers.

“Thank you for coming Sir. I’m Sandy Parker, head of the rangers and the park.” A broad woman possibly in her mid thirties with short red hair, a tattoo on her left arm, and a bulbous nose shook Agent Hotchners hand. She had been leaning up against a pick-up truck, the same colour as her hair.

“Thank you for letting us in. I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner, this here is SSA Jason Gideon, SSA Emily Prentiss, and Bonnie.”

And Bonnie. It sounded a little funny. Here’s three intelligent agents, and a kid. We’re here to solve the crime. Just like scooby doo.

“Oh my god am I the dog?” Bonnie thought to herself.

“Right this way. One of my coworkers Andy found her. He hasn’t blinked since.” Her tone was steady, deep, she must be very professional, or has seen something like this before.

As they were led through the forest, Bonnie noted how close the trees were. Not really good for entering. And she wrote it down. There had to be another entrance somewhere. It would be hard to move around in here without making a noise or dropping the body you carried.

Before she even knew it, the agents had stopped walking, and the three of them were staring downwards. So Bonnie did too, and almost vomited.

It was horrible. The girl must have been around her age. Brunette, small, skinny, but perky. That’s the ideal type isn’t it? To be thin but also have a little something going on. She knew that she want to be like that. But was rather flat, as she would put it when looking in the mirror.

The girls hair was chopped right to the scalp, bald patches shining here and there and some cuts on where the shearing had gone too close to the head.

The girls face was grey, totally lifeless. But what the worst part of it was, was that it was hardly a face. It had been mutilated with a blade.

“Fifteen stab wounds. Most to the face, some to the body which is probably what killed her.” Sandy sighed. “Poor girl. You never think something like this could ever happen to you. She was so pretty too… shame.” Sandy said staring right down at the girls bloody corpse.

In her notes, Bonnie wrote down about the overkill. The rage.

But was there hair here? On the ground? Or any blood splatters? If the girl was killed here, the hair that was cut should be here too.

“There’s no hair around here. Or blood.” She said.

“You’re right…” Agent Hotchner mumbled. “He’s not killing them here. He might be holding them.” And he flipped out his phone.

“Garcia, I need you to find missing persons report on brunette young girls, typically attractive, thin, and small.”

“She’s on it. Hopefully we can find out his type. And he might already found his next victim.”

Bonnie gulped hard.

Once there was nothing else to look at, the four began travelling back to the car through branches and twigs.

“That was some good spotting kid.” Agent Gideon made Bonnie jump.

“Oh… thank you sir.” Smiling gratefully.

“I hear your studying criminal justice?”

“Yes sir I am. I’m almost finished. I’ve been skipping a lot of grades and should be finished next year at some point.”

“Oh another genius! So tell me, what are you planning to do once you’re done?”

“FBI training.” She said proudly and Agent Gideon smiled.

“Well you’ve proven you know your stuff well. Keep it up and you’ll be in the BAU in no time. I’ll make sure of it. That’s how Spencer got in! Knew him when he was studying and could see his wits from miles away. Once he was done all he had to do was give me a call.”

If he was hinting at her doing the same thing, she might faint.

She’s always had a passion for justice. She was smart and wanted to use it for good. Help others. Save them. Make something of herself instead of falling into the same path are the one her mother is taking.

“So what have you found?” Agent Hotchner asked Jennifer who began filling him in on missing girl cases and had three pictures up on a clear board which Spencer was scribbling profusely on, while Derek read over the victims files.

“No sexual assault on any of them. I think JJ might be right. It might be a woman.”

Jennifer sighed. “But how is she doing it?”

“Being nice?” Bonnie suggested.

“Gaining their trust.” Said Gideon, taking a seat. “These young girls wouldn’t think twice about a woman or another young girl showing kindness would they? They’re more trustworthy than men.”

“I don’t know about you guys but I wouldn’t just walk away with a strange woman just because she’s nice to me.” Jennifer commented and Bonnie nodded her head agreeing.

Then Emily added, “Trustworthy. People of authority uh… police officers, nurses maybe, someone the public is brought up to know will help them.”

“So how’s she getting rid of the bodies.” Agent Hotchner asked the question they were all thinking.

“A car would be too small I think. Too easy to get evidence on it. So maybe a van, or a truck. Something bigger that would have space to hold someone.” Spencer spoke to the board he was staring at.

“Great. We’re ready to deliver the profile, good work guys.” Agent Hotchner left the room with the team following in his footsteps.

The whole police departement sat before them, looking up at them eagerly wanting just as much they did to catch the person doing this. Sandy from the park had also arrived. She wanted to find who was defiling her beloved park just like everyone else.

Agent Hotchner spoke first. “The person were looking for is female. All victims have been white so we feel safe to assume this unsub is too.”

Then Derek. “She’s someone trustworthy. It could be someone of the law or of some other authority. These girls don’t have to question whether or not they’re safe with the unsub.”

“She’s full of rage. These women are everything that she wants to be. Small, thin, pretty, and she’s taking her own insecurities out on them, shown by the over kill and cutting of hair.” Emily spoke up.

“So we’re looking for a woman who may not be the same age as these victims. She’s old enough to know the Livingstone area well and clever enough to plan out her attacks and kidnappings.” Said Spencer.

“That’s right. These aren’t spree killings or sudden fits of anger. These girls are being kidnapped, held, tortured, then murdered.” Agent Gideon finished, all of the detectives and officers had their mouths gaping. Sandy’s expression was sour and Bonnie couldn’t blame her. The innocence of these young girls were ripped from them cruelly. All because some bitch never learned how to love herself.

“That’s all for now. Thank you.” Agent Hotchner allowed the detectives to go back to work.

At that moment, Sandy had her phone to her ear, and looked wide eyed to Agent Hotchner. “Sir, they’ve found another body.”

“What? Already?” Bonnie followed quickly to keep up with his long strides and they ended up in the jeep, Emily and Derek in the back as Bonnie had accidentally taken the passenger seat. She could tell Derek was a little annoyed at that.

“Another body… they’re picking up the pace man.” Derek said worriedly and Agent Hotchner nodded.

“It’s weird… we were literally just there and the second we leave there’s another body… how?”

“Maybe they were watching us. They knew we were there and waited until we were gone to dump another.” Emily commented from her back seat.

Bonnie hadn’t seen anyone in the trees… maybe they were high up like a bird and she had missed it.

“Over this way!” Sandy yelled having beat them to the scene, this time in a small black car. The truck must be used for park purposes.

The team followed into the scraggly bushes, and went deep into the forest about a ten minute walk until they laid eyes on their latest victim.

Just the same as the last, but a more violent attack had occurred. The girls ear was missing, the other still intact with a dangly sapphire earring. Her face was practically gone. Mush.

“How could…” Bonnie choked and Emily lay a gently hand on her shoulder.

From the rest of her body, she looked young. Nineteen maybe twenty or eighteen. She had her whole life ahead of her and now it was nothing but ashes. They couldn’t even identify her yet…

“ID in her pocket. Drivers licence. Katy Darnwall, seventeen.” One of the officers handed Agent Hotchner the girls card with a glove. She was one of the girls on Spencer’s board.

Seventeen… possibly the youngest of the lot. Probably still in high school not yet completed her exams…

“That’s disgusting…” holding the back of her hand against her mouth, Bonnie took a deep breath while Emily squeezed her grip.

“How long has she been here?” Derek asked the officers.

“Dumped today. She’s still warm. A dog found her. He was off his leash.”

“If you like I can take you to the park station and we can call her parents.” Sandy suggested, looking down at the girl.

“No… we need to have a look around. See how the unsub got this deep in. There’s close trees, there has to be a path easier to get in.” Agent Hotchner shook his head and turned his attention to Emily and Derek.

“Split up and try and find the entrance, you too Bonnie, note down anything suspicious.”

And she obliged immediately. Anything not to look at the blood still pouring out of the young girls face.

On her way she went. Separating from the group with her notepad in hand. Writing as her mind refused to stop thinking for just a second.

“Woman… older… not very pretty, or thin.” She spoke out loud. “Truck or van…” just subconsciously, a face blinked in her mind. Sandy was a bit like that. She wasn’t trying to be mean or insulting but that’s just what the description made her think of. Maybe there’s someone living out here pretending to be a guide and luring these girls into a cabin or shed.

Bonnie had been walking through a dirt path for about ten minutes now, not even realising, and saw at the bottom of a hill was in fact, a shed. It was hard to see. Moss covered the sides and blended the building into the trees and bushes. Just like the rest of the forest, the trees were close together. Anyone walking past wouldn’t have even seen it.

But Bonnie really did love quizzes and challenges. Amazing at spot the difference and games were you had to find hidden objects in pictures that blended into its surroundings. She didn’t know what that game was called but she had named it ‘the chameleon game.’

Immediately she pulled out her phone to dial Agent Hotchners number, but no signal.

“Shit!” She cursed and turned back to the shed that looked pretty old. Shabby but… well kept. There was a garden with flowers. Tulips. And a small lake, almost like a big puddle about twenty feet away.

She couldn’t turn back now, she was afraid she’d forget her steps. So she went forward towards the shed.

Watching her footing, careful not to trip, she began her descent, and noticed there was a path to her left. That must be how this person is getting the victims out easily, instead of treading through all these branches. Another on the right near the puddle lake. Must be how they get in.

“Hey.” Bonnie’s soul almost left her body and she slipped down onto the dirty ground, covering her skirt in dry mud.

Whipping around she saw Sandy and sighed with relief, getting back to her feet. “Hey… did you know this shed was here?” She asked, pointing in the direction.

“Never seen that thing in my life.” The woman shrugged.

But she’s the head of the rangers right? She needs to know all about the park.

“How come?” She asked innocently, as anxiety began to fill her stomach, something wasn’t right.

“Just never saw it. Some of these woods are still undiscovered.”

Well that couldn’t be true. There was a map at the station for visitors so they don’t get lost. Unless this wasn’t on the map.

“Oh right… well…” she didn’t really know what to do now.

“We’ll check it out together alright? I’m here with you. Nothing to be afraid of.” Sandy’s smile had eased her, so she began to walk. Trusting her.

The closer to the shed she got, the louder the alarms were in her head. But she didn’t know what to do about them. Sandy was here, but Bonnie was beginning to doubt whether that was a good thing.

Older woman, not ideally pretty, not thin, trustworthy, authoritative, truck… it all added up and formed into the woman walking right next to her.

And… had she been following her? She was a long way away from the dump site, why hadn’t she let herself be known…

Sandy was a few steps in front of her, and Bonnie caught a glimpse of something shiny. “What’s that?” She had suddenly asked, curious on the little blue gem in Sandy’s hand, twirling between her fingers.

“Just a little something I found.”

Katy Darnwall’s missing earrings.

The look of realisation must have been clear, as Sandy smiled and approached Bonnie slowly, and once reached, took strands of her hair through her stubby fingers, admiring it in her hand.

“Y’know, in all my life I’ve actually never seen someone with ginger hair before. Must be a foreign thing. It’s very pretty. Just like you. You’re thin, small, got nice rosy cheeks.” To which she pinched Bonnies face. A little too hard and Bonnies breathing hitched.

She wanted to cry out of fear. Scream for Agent Hotchner or Emily who wouldn’t even hear her. Someone safe. Someone to save her.

“And gorgeous blue eyes! Y’know how rare it is for ginger people to have blue eyes? Only zero point two percent in the entire world has that.” She looked down at Bonnie with a twisted smile, still playing with her hair in her fingers, with her free hand she stroked her cheek.

“I bet you’ve had a lot of boyfriends huh?”

“N-no… I’ve never dated anyone.” And that was true. She didn’t have the time nor the confidence to do so.

“Oh really? Why’s that? You’re a really beautiful girl. No one would ever want to date someone like me.” Sandy laughed, a little crazed. “But you… I know everyone wants a piece of you, and I hate you!” The hair between Sandy’s fingers was yanked hair and Bonnie fell down, suddenly feeling the weight of a boulder coming down on her face.

Scared and unsure what was happening, she pushed up hard, and rolled down the rest of the hill with Sandy running behind her. Hitting her head on stones or twigs on the earthy ground until she came to a quick stop and jumped, bolting for the shed.

“Get back here you little shit!” Bonnie screamed with fright and tried to door handle which didn’t budge, and dipped out the way before the pocket knife in which Sandy had pulled out collider with the wooden door, piercing it right through.

As she sprinted behind the shed she whipped out her phone and prayed for even just a little signal, but came up blank. But she pressed the call button anyways, letting it ring in her pocket.

There was the path to her left. The one which Sandy must have been using to dispose the bodies. If she followed it, it could lead her back to the team. Back to Agent Hotchner who’d know what to do.

The air was went still. Bonnie stifled sobs from pressing her back against the shed, trying to hear footsteps or dirt crunching to get an idea on where Sandy was now.

But there was nothing. Which was more terrifying actually.

Run for it. You’re quick and she’s a little bigger than you are. She might not catch you.

Bonnie crept to the edge of the shed where she reluctantly peeked her head round the corner to see it open. Wanting to not think about anything anymore, her legs took control and she was running towards the path.

That was when Sandy pounced. She was a hunter. Knew how to catch prey in these woods, and she was pretty quick on her feet.

“HELP!” Bonnie screamed into the woods as hot tears rolled down her face. She didn’t have protection like the others with their guns. She had her bare hands and feet that were shaking all over she didn’t know how much she could run.

“HOTCH!” She screamed again, begging for the one member of the team she longed for. His approval, his praise, everything. He was just amazing. So calm and preserved yet caring and understanding. She felt safe when she worked with him and always felt bubbly when he smiled at her. He was the only person she thought of when running.

Sandy was catching at a frightening speed, like a cheeta chasing an antelope, and Bonnies skirt wasn’t in her favour, restricting the movement of her legs, which she would curse out later for possibly being the reason she had been caught so quickly.

Sandy was on top of her again in a flash, but she kicked with all her might and strength in her body to stop the woman from turning her into her next victim.

“Bonnie!” The sound of a man’s voice slipped through her ears, not really processing it at all as her brain was too busy instructing Bonnie on how to dodge a blade.

One hard kick after bringing her knees up close to her chin had done the trick to loosen the larger woman’s grip on her and she crawled backwards, eyes manic with fear but she had forgotten how to stand.

Though she didn’t have to.

“Stop right there!” It was Derek, standing on higher ground pointing his gun directly at Sandy who had not paid him any attention. Instead she was looking hungrily in the direction of Bonnies small frame. Snarling like an animal fighting for food.

The woman lunged and Bonnie screamed.

Then a gunshot.

Bonnies shut eyes tentatively opened, and was horrified by the bloody scene in front of her.

Sandy had been shot through the chest. One clean shot. Her blood pooled around her body, as well as dripped from Bonnies nose.

“Kid?! Are you alright?” Derek’s voice was muffled. She couldn’t stop staring at the woman.

“She tried… she tried to…” she was ashamed on how her sobs broke loose but was comforted by the strong arms of Derek around her.

Picking her up swiftly with the young girl clinging onto his shoulders, legs weak, she watched as Sandy’s lifeless figure became smaller and smaller until she was gone.

She must have fallen asleep or passed out because when she opened her eyes again, her and Derek had just arrived back at the park station.

The strong man put her down and steadied her with his hand.

“You alright? You’re not hurt or anything?” He questioned frantically, checking her for cuts or bruises.

“I don’t know… my arm is a little sore.” Derek pulled her blazer up and winced.

“Must have got you and you didn’t realise. Will need stitches.” His gaze softened and his hand caressed her cheek, it was much more friendly than Sandy’s.

“Some first case right?” She had tried to joke but choked on a sob afterwards.

There was embarrassment and let down. She wanted to be in this field so badly but had fumbled her first chance.

“Bonnie! Oh my god, thank god you’re safe.” Once the pair walked in, Agent Hotchner sped over and had engulfed her in a hug, which she returned tightly. “You did it. You found her, seriously well done.”

She didn’t understand.

“What do you mean?”

“Your call to me, Garcia tracked it and Derek found you first. Officers are down at the shed and have found two girls. Without you, they wouldn’t have been found.”

Bonnie could have vomited now with the knowledge that she had been right at that shed and had no idea… but how could she? She tried the door and it was locked. She couldn’t get in if she wanted to. She couldn’t kick down door the way Derek could.

“But I failed.” Her lip quivered.

“Failed?” Jennifer scoffed with a smile. “Bonnie you caught her. And those other girls are safe now because of you. I’d call that success.”

“Days in the field are hard. Sometimes it gets rough.” Agent Gideon nodded his head.

“But if Derek hadn’t-“

“No. Enough. You did good. And I’m sorry for sending you out there alone… if I had any idea then…” Agent Hotchner sighed. “We found out probably the same time as you when we realised Sandy had gone. We were looking everywhere and your call helped us find you.”

Bonnie pulled the phone out of her pocket and checked that it had eventually went through.

“Thank you.” She whispered and Agent Hotchner led her outside with the rest of the team, away to get some medical treatment to which Bonnie still couldn’t really feel her arm. She just knew that it hurt. The blood on her coat said otherwise however.”

Fresh stitches, clean clothes, a good rest. The plane back to DC would be a little while and she was very excited to sleep, though she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to commit to it.

She’d never been attacked like that before. It had been a serious eye opener to who the BAU actually deal with. But then there was thrill to do it all over.

“So…caught your first bad guy today huh?” Emily said with a smirk on her face at the other side of the table in the jet.

Bonnie chuckled. “I guess so.”

“I read your notes. You were ahead of us. I couldn’t imagine how scary that must have been though. Figuring it out alone when the person is right there next to you… that must have sucked ass.”

“It did. But it’s over now.”

Emily winked to Bonnie. “Damn right it’s over. If you were of age I’d offer you a drink.”

“Legal age in Scotland is eighteen y’know.”

“Yeah well, I’m not ready to lose my badge yet.” The two of them laughed. Bonnie didn’t drink anyways, she hated it.

“So… would you like to tell me what the first body you ever saw was then?” Emily asked and Bonnie twisted her mouth as she stared around the window at the soft clouds passing by.

“My dad.” She said absently. “Drug overdose. I was six. Me and my mum have been ourselves ever since.”

Emily frowned deeply and stretched her hand over to where Bonnies lay on the table. “Well, if you ever need someone I’m only a phone call away. We all are. Each of us all have some sort of trouble one way or another… you’re part of the team even if you’re an assistant. You’re part of the BAU.”

Bonnie smiled in spite of the void in her chest, sniffed before closing her eyes.

“Thank you… Emily.”

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→ GHOST OF YOU

pairing: aaron hotchner x emily prentiss word count: n/a category: angst, alternate universe content warnings: mentions of the doyle-arc

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It had been a long few hours. He had paced back and forth, the soft vinyl of the hospital floor soft under the soles of his shoes, while constantly feeling as if the lump in his throat had become permanent; stuck to his Adam’s apple, heaving for every breath. From the corner of his eye, he could see Derek scrubbing furiously at his hands with napkins, desperate to get the blood off him – her blood off him. Beside him was Spencer, the young doctor having placed a hand on Derek’s forearm, trying to stop him, trying to stop the almost obsessive scrubbing. David was trying to console Penelope, though he could see the Italian was just as inconsolable himself. Aaron came to a stop in his pacing, a ragged breath passing by his lips.

He should have noticed something was off; she had given him all the signs he needed to know that something was wrong. She had pulled away from him, from the team, slowly pushing them out of her grasp, out of her comfort zone. She had gone on to take down Ian Doyle by herself, drawing a painful parallel to when he had taken down George Foyet. 

Aaron swallowed hard, looking down at his hands; they were still faintly stained with red, the very red of her blood from when he had collapsed on his knees next to her, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he begged that she would be okay. From when he was with her in the ambulance, hand gripping onto hers so hard his knuckles turned white. She had coded in the ambulance. Twice, even. He was almost sure his own heart had stopped at the sound of the flatline, the paramedics hovering over her body. The female paramedic had been kind. He couldn’t remember much of the ambulance ride, but he did remember how she had forced him to turn away, giving him something else to focus on as the sounds of the defibrillator sent electric shockwaves to her heart, doing what it could to get it started again. 

He took a deep breath, taking another step back to lean against the wall, the cold surface of it feeling like an extension of his already cold hands. If she had grabbed his hands now, felt the temperature of it, she would have chuckled before rubbing warmth into them, pressing featherly light kisses to his knuckles, letting the calloused skin of his fingertips run across the soft skin of her hands. She would have placed a hand on the side of his neck, indicating for him to lower his head slightly as she pressed a kiss right between his eyebrows, his frown lines smoothening out underneath her touch. But that wasn’t reality, just a figment of his imagination.

He was standing in the waiting room of a hospital. She was lying on the operating table. He was hoping she would make it out alive. She probably didn’t even know what was going on.

Everyone’s attention went to the same thing as JJ stepped through the doors, a defeated look on her face. She didn’t even need to say the words, they all knew it. “She–,” JJ took a deep breath, avoiding to meet any of their gazes as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. Aaron’s gaze was burning into her, wanting to know everything – at the very same time as he wanted to know as close to nothing as possible. “She never even made it off the table.”

For just the briefest of seconds, Aaron thought he was going to break, feeling the gazes of his fellow agents land on him. They all knew about his relationship with Emily, Derek’s gaze unmistakably flickering down to the engagement ring on Aaron’s finger – the ring which had grown heavy and cold to the touch at the news delivered by JJ. His mind was racing – there was so much he needed to take care of, so much he needed to do. Wedding arrangements, money wasted even, as he would have to cancel it all. 

He had to tell Jack. 

Oh, how was he going to tell Jack? 

Jack had already lost Haley, his mother. Now Aaron had to inform him that Emily was gone too. He felt his jaw tense at the thoughts, completely ignoring the way JJ continued talking. Whatever it was, Aaron was sure it wasn’t relevant to him now. Not until he lifted his head, a hardened gaze setting on JJ, his voice low. “I want to see her.”

JJ swallowed nervously, before shaking her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Aaron.” There was something about the way his name sounded as it left her lips; something deep inside him letting him know he would never want to be called Aaron again. He had lost the two people in his life he cared about, that he loved, that would call him that. There was no way Aaron Hotchner would risk losing someone else. The breath that left him was anything but steady, Derek reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder as JJ spoke again. “She’s in no condition to be seen right now, I’m sorry. I wish–,”

“I need to go.” Aaron grumbled, his mind clouding over as he shrugged Derek’s hand off his shoulder, almost stumbling as he turned away, stalking off and leaving his team to worry. He made it to his car without breaking. He made it as far as a small gas station, somewhere along a dark, desolated road, before he broke down. He didn’t know where he was, not that it mattered right now. Neither could he control it, the stuttering sobs that shook through him, his forehead against the hard and cold leather of the steering wheel.

That was the only time Aaron Hotchner cried after losing Emily Prentiss.

He didn’t cry when he came home, unsure of how to tell Jack that she was dead, telling the young boy that she was away on a mission somewhere they couldn’t see her or speak with her. He didn’t cry when wedding arrangements were canceled, and funeral arrangements were placed instead. He didn’t even see a crack in the walls he rebuilt around himself as he invited Elizabeth Prentiss over, breaking the news about her daughter. He didn’t even shed a tear as the Ambassador initiated the contact, her face buried in the fabric of his jacket. 

The funeral service itself reminded him an awful lot about Haley’s. Jack was off with Jessica for the day, Aaron still not having the heart to tell the younger Hotchner of what truly happened to Emily, the woman they both loved so dearly. Agents and strangers all approached him, the same tales of “Is there anything we can do for you?” and “I’m so terribly sorry for your loss, Agent Hotchner.” spilling from their lips. The engagement ring was still sitting tightly on his finger, the only times it ever came off was when he went out into the field, exchanging it for the rubber-ring that would protect him from severely injuring his hands if he got stuck, the ring he had chosen with Emily safely secured in his go-bag. 

David pulled him aside a few weeks after the funeral, a hand on his shoulder, a concerned look on his face. “Aren’t you going to take it off, Aaron?”

He almost shuddered at the sound of his own name, uncomfortable with the way it sounded in other people’s mouths. His name belonged to Emily, and she was no longer there to speak it for him. He had kept a straight face, however, telling David he wouldn’t take it off. Not yet. It didn’t feel right. He had struggled with the same when it came to divorcing Haley, feeling as if the removing the ring was to remove a part of himself. He needed time.

Time saw him grow uncomfortable in his own routines, in his own skin. Time saw him pack his bag and leave for an overseas mission, pressing a gentle kiss to Jack’s forehead as he left him at Jessica’s, promising to return safely. The last thing Jack had said, was for Aaron to tell Emily he said hi – if he saw her. Aaron smiled, lied even, and said he would. He hadn’t had the heart. How was he going to? There was no way Jack would go through life with a positive and happy sight on life if everyone he cared about died around him.

He didn’t exactly know where, or even how long he was gone. All he knew was that he was a mere shadow of himself, a mere ghost of the man he used to be. He was chasing the ghost of her, really, the ghost of Emily Prentiss. The ghost of the woman he wasn’t aware was alive and well in Paris, waiting for the moment to come home. 

Aaron touched down on American soil almost at the same time as her, Anderson ordering him to wait when he reached the car. He was skinnier, his time abroad having taken its toll on him. His face was covered in a beard, a dark beard speckled with light gray hairs, his brows set even deeper as he huffed. However, it wasn’t until he turned and faced her that the rough expression dropped, a mixture of shock and not allowing himself to believe this was reality. 

And, just for the briefest of seconds, Aaron Hotchner was convinced he had died, that he had come to heaven. That was until Anderson pushed him into the backseat of the car, Emily following suit, and the news that Ian Doyle was within reach of being captured broke, and all hell broke loose once again.

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i’ll stay, always

– or in which emily’s afraid aaron will leave, but he reassures her he’s there to stay

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PARIS. It was odd how the name of a city could send a chill down Aaron's spine, yet it did. Their lives hadn't been the same since Emily returned from her time abroad, her time in hiding with fake names and identities, location only known to JJ, and Aaron ( he wasn't supposed to know, but JJ could only cope with so much, and fearing she would have Aaron as well as Reid on her door every night, resulted in her letting the unit chief be aware of her location, on strict terms that he was not to go see her ). Pacing around at home had been difficult for him, and he had found himself on an over seas mission in Pakistan when the call came in from Morgan; they had eyes on Ian Doyle, and they were going to capture this son of a bitch once and for all.

Little did they know Doyle had a kid, Declan, which turned out to be one of his many reasons as to coming back just then — only Morgan hadn't been aware he had partially led the criminal right into the life of the young boy. Bringing back Emily at that point of the investigation was risky, both JJ and Aaron knew, but it didn't stop them from doing it anyway. In fact, Aaron and Emily had landed almost at the same time, though not been able to say hi to each other the way they wanted to. Instead of being able to hug, share a kiss, and tell each other how much they had missed one another, they had to rush into action, letting the team know she was still alive. The closest thing a just them moment they had been, was when she commented the beard on Aaron's face, letting him know she liked the rugged look on him.

It wasn't until the case was over, both Doyle and Declan's mother being shot and killed during the takedown, that Emily and Aaron got that moment of peace. Jack had been at Jessica's place for the weekend, with the unit chief vowing every second of his awake moment to make up for the lost months. That first weekend had been magical, just the two of them. They had not once left the apartment, all caught in their own bubble — something that frustrated both JJ and Garcia, who both wanted their share of Emily ( and Garcia wasn't even aware of Emily and Aaron's relationship, at least not from them telling her ). However, the whole dynamic changed the second they both returned to work, irregular hours and the return of seeing awful things on a regular basis.

It hurt Aaron, but he was grateful for having Jessica in his life, the woman not even hesitating to keep Jack at her place. Emily seemed to struggle adjusting into her regular life, memories of their past coming back to haunt her; Benjamin Cyrus, George Foyet, Ian Doyle. She was still adjusting to the scars on her torso, and while she had undergone skin grafts, she still had a significant scar. Aaron hadn't given the scar much thought, after all he was covered in scars himself, the memory of Foyet still etched into his memory.

As he stepped into their bathroom, the lighting dim, he noticed how she stood in front of the mirror, her shirt lifted partially to where she could see the edge of her scar, a grimace flickering across her face as she ran her fingertips gently across the hard, calloused skin. Aaron hummed as he stepped closer to her, placing his hand over hers, his fingertips too briefly running across the edge of the scar as he pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, the other arm snaking around her waist, pulling her close. "Hey sweetheart." He mumbled into her hair, closing his eyes for a moment as he breathed in the faint scent of her shampoo. "You ready for bed?"

She nodded, his hands still on her hips as they moved back into the bedroom, where the light was already turned off. The curtains were shut tight, though the moonlight from the sky outside was forcing its way in through whatever way possible, casting shadows on the floor. It broke Aaron's heart to see the way she had returned to her old pattern of sleep, following her time in Paris. The way she would sleep curled up in a ball, as if to protect herself, her sleep never heavier than to see her wake up if he let out a deep breath in his own slumber beside her. He hadn't told her, and he wasn't aware that she knew, but he hadn't been sleeping as much since they had started working cases again. Occasionally he would sneak in a few power–naps at the office, while he would stay awake most of the night, simply being there for her.

Aaron was under the covers of the bed first, his eyes staying on her as she moved across the room. She was wearing one of his black t–shirts, which hung loosely from her shoulders, the fabric curling up underneath her as she slipped into the bed next to him. A small smile tugged on the corners of his lips as he leaned towards her, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose, noticing how her eyes was studying him as he moved. While he found his move to be of the quicker sort, Emily had used the chance to wrap her hands around his torso, pulling herself close to him as he laid back down.

"I love you." Her words were effortless and genuine as she snuggled close, burying her nose in the fabric of his shirt, right by his collarbone.

Aaron's hand found hers, intwining their fingers, while his other hand finding her back as he started rubbing gentle, circular motions against the thin fabric of the shirt. "And I love you." It didn't take long for Emily to fall asleep, something Aaron noticed as her head felt heavier, her arm going limp across his torso. Her breathing evened out, and while he doubted she was in a deep sleep, he was happy to see her get some rest — he was happy she snuggled up to him to get some rest. He didn't want to jinx it, but Aaron could hope this was the first decent night as they made their way back to whatever could be considered normal in their line of work.

The unit chief could not exactly say he had been resting during his sleep, which had not lasted a lot more than two hours — at max. He woke to find Emily stirring in her sleep against his chest, her whole body tensing as she dreamt. It broke Aaron's heart seeing her like this; he knew she was haunted by the memories of Doyle, flashes of pain and loneliness in Paris crawling back to torment her at her most peaceful moments. He tightened his arms around her, lowering his head to press a gentle kiss against the top of her head.

She was mumbling incoherently against his chest, words like "not safe", "Aaron", and "please" standing out. It was until a moment later, after a continuation of his gentle attempts to wake her, that Emily finally jolted awake, her heart racing and eyes wide as she realized it had all been a nightmare. Aaron, however, refused to let her go, though his grip on her loosened as she sat up, running a hand through her hair.

"You're okay." He spoke, his voice low, gentle; almost like velvet. "You're safe, Emily. I'll never let anything happen to you, ever again." She shook her head, hiding her face in her hands as she stifled a sob, her shoulders shuddering as her breath hitched. Aaron sat up beside her, once again wrapping his arms tightly around her, holding her tight in his embrace. "Do you want to talk about it?" He whispered, his face buried in her hair, lips brushing against her neck as he spoke.

"No." Emily croaked out, her own arms wrapping around Aaron's, as she clung onto him. Never before had she felt so dependent on a man to feel safe. she had never really felt this dependent on anyone to feel safe, and she had at several points during her relationship with Aaron, felt like she was nothing short of a burden for the agent. Emily had never actually told him this, yet she knew he was aware of her thoughts — and it was another reason she considered Aaron's patience and gentleness impressive. He wanted nothing but for Emily to feel safe, loved, and for her to feel at home when she was with him.

"That's okay, we'll talk when you're ready." He hummed, more or less lifting her on top of him as he leaned back, his head resting against the headboard of the bed. Minutes passed, and neither of them fell back to sleep, though he could feel the tension and stress of her nightmares leave her body as she sprawled across him, his arms tight around her. "Try and get some sleep, sweetheart — I'll be right here with you the entire time." Aaron lifted a hand, running his thumb along her jawline as she lifted her head to look at him.

"You should sleep too. How will everyone react if you show up to work, running on an hour of sleep?" She raised an eyebrow at him, noticing the small smile that curled the corners of his lips upwards.

"It wouldn't be the first time." He chuckled softly, leaning forward to press a kiss against the tip of her nose. "Besides, you're more important to me than my sleep." Aaron's words danced off the bedroom walls, almost like one of those cliché love songs the radio channels never stopped playing. Emily felt her heart swell at the gentleness of his tone, the love and admiration in his eyes as he studied her face. "I love you." He smiled, gently stroking her hair. She noticed how his entire expression shifted as he noticed the shift in her face. "What's wrong, Emily?"

"Are you going to leave?" She spoke up, her voice weak as she lowered her gaze, avoiding to look at him, a deep–rooting fear telling her he would say yes.

"No." He replied, his voice calm as he tilted his head a little, waiting for her to look at him again. "What makes you worry I would ever leave you? I promise to love you, and cherish you, and to hold and support you until my dying day." Aaron shifted their position, so he could look at her as she laid with her head in his lap, a hand gently stroking her hair. He noticed how she was squeezing her eyes shut, forcing away the tears.

"Everybody always leaves." Her breath hitched as she spoke, a stray tear rolling down her cheek. Aaron was quick to wipe it away, before he squeezed her tight to his torso, feeling the wet spot on his shirt grow as she quietly sobbed against him.

"I won't ever leave, Emily." He spoke, causing her to lift her head and look at him again. He knew her worries stemmed from a rough past, a past where people left, and died, a childhood where the only stability she had was moving around. Aaron had made it his mission to break down her walls; not all at once, but slowly, getting her to trust him, feel secure with him. He continued rubbing gentle circles on her back, something that had become a comforting move of theirs. Once again she relaxed against his touch, curling the fabrics of his shirt into a ball in her fist as she gave him a tight hug, burying her face in his torso.

"I'm sorry, it must be the nightmares talking." Emily admitted in a low, shaky voice, though furrowing her brows as she noticed Aaron shaking his head a little.

"Don't ever apologize for your nightmares, Emily." He paused, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, the softness of his lips against her forehead being one of her favorite feelings. "You should never apologize for anything, okay? I love you, your nightmares, your insecurities and your scars. There's not a time or place in the world where I would ever leave you, because I love you, Emily." He mumbled against her skin, causing a small smile to break on her lips.

"And I love you, Aaron."

#hotchniss #hotchniss fan fiction #one shot #hotchniss one shot #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #i may have made myself cry with this #criminal minds

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pretty little treat (hotchniss/reader)

title: pretty little treat 

Requested: no

Couple: Emily Prentiss/Fem!Reader/Aaron Hotchner

Category: SMUT

Content Warning: Sexual Content (daddy kink, lots of praise, lots of degradation, threesome (F/F/M), fingering, oral (fem), multiple orgasms, hair pulling, groping, heavy petting, teasing, hair pulling, penetrive/safe sex, implied condom use, D/s & BDSM themes, orgasm denial (1 instance), slight humiliation, fem masturbation, handjob), dirty thoughts, dirty talk, Dom!Emily, Dom!Aaron, swearing, Bi!Reader & Bi!Emily, kissing/making out, brief aftercare (consists of cuddling and praise), mentions of canon-consistent trauma (hotch’s injuries w/ foyet, emily’s injuries w/ ian doyle)

Word Count: 7,433

Summary: Emily brings home a little treat for her girlfriend.

A/N: in my rewatch I got to demonology and I suddenly wanted to write prentiss/reader/hotch smut. Thank you to @imagining-in-the-margins​ , @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff​ , and @reidetic​ for helping me come up with a few ideas and a few other nitty-gritty things. Please, this is just pure smut that i probably had way too much fun writing. I also… binged dharma and greg while i wrote this… so this is totally domestic!hotch too o.o  ALSO thank you to @princessmooshie and @newportonmymind​ for beta-reading this for me! I totally appreciate you!  ANYWAY, thank you all so, so much for all the love and support! I seriously hope you enjoy reading this! check out my masterlist!

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“I finished early. So I’m gonna go home.” I looked down at Emily as I wrapped my arms around her neck. She looked away from her file and turned her head to face me. 

“Okay, text me when you get home,” she whispered before pressing her lips to mine. I hummed as I leaned into her display of affection. “I have a present for you too. But you won’t get it till I get home… So don’t try looking for it.” She smiled before poking my nose. I wrinkled my nose before kissing her again. 

“Fine. I’ll see you in a bit,” I whispered as I looked at her with a soft smile. “Goodbye, BAU Family. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I stood up and looked at all the team members with a smile. 

“Have a nice night,” Aaron said as he looked at me and nodded. I smiled at him and returned the nod. I stared at him for a moment longer. I hoped it wasn’t too obvious because I didn’t mean to stare at him. It just happened. My lower lip was pulled between my teeth as my thoughts suddenly ran wild. I was just happy no one noticed, other than Emily. She totally noticed.

“Right,” clearing my throat as I spoke, “Bye guys.” I looked back at Emily before finally leaving. I kept my head low as I walked, and when I stepped on to the elevator, I noticed the way Emily was staring at me. I couldn’t tell if it was a good stare or a bad stare. I wouldn’t be surprised if I get a talking to later about that.

When I finally got to my car, I pulled my phone from my bag and looked at all the missed messages and notifications from the day. All the texts I had meant nothing to me the second I saw Emily’s name show up at the top of my screen with a new, unread messages. Swallowing roughly, I tapped the notification and read the text.

Emily>Me: Dirty girl… I saw the way you were staring at Hotch… Dirty… Dirty… Girl…

I stared at the text with wide eyes and my breathing growing shallow. Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK. I am so fucked. She’s going to come home, drag me to bed and fuck me over. I couldn’t tell if I was scared or excited, but the way my thighs pressed together told me I was more excited than scared.

I chucked my phone back into my bag before starting my car. My hands were clenched around the steering wheel, my knuckles blanching from the tightness. Tapping the radio on and turning it up so loud to drown out my thoughts. 

But the loud classic rock, metal, jazzy blues, or any genre didn’t help me at all. I was still in my head thinking. And, they weren’t about Emily either. They were about Aaron.

The thought of sitting on Aaron’s lap, wearing nothing but his shirt. His lips on mine before trailing over my jaw and down my neck. One hand resting on my chest. While the other was resting high on my legs, his thumb brushing against my bare thigh. It was only a matter of moments before his fingers were against m- “Fuck,” I whispered before shaking my head.  

I had to pull over on the side of the road for a minute because I was starting to get distracted. And, if I wanted to get home safely, I had to stop for a minute. My head had to be clear of that. Hopefully Emily wouldn’t be home before me. I think she’d rather me be safe and show up at home later, rather than find out I got horny and in a wreck.

After a few minutes of just sitting on the side of the highway with loud music playing, while I thought about one of the grossest cases I could think of, I was finally ready to continue driving. 

My fingers tapped the top of the steering wheel, while I muttered the words to whatever song was playing over the radio. 

When I finally got home, I took a quick, and very cold shower. My thoughts were slowly becoming normal as I read over an old case file. I guess the focus on all the blood, guts, and gore help me out. It was still hard though. 

I was home alone for maybe 45 minutes, tops. Just long enough to make me be alone with my thoughts. Maybe the shower, old case, and loud music didn’t help as much as I wanted. 

I could hear the lock on the front door click to be unlocked, and the door opening. My body froze with anticipation.

“I’m home! Hope you didn’t go poking around for that little present,” Emily called from the front room. I cleared my throat slightly before speaking.

“Thank god!” I shouted from my spot on the chair. I kept my eyes on file in hand as I waited for Emily to enter the room. “Longest hour of my life…” I tried to let my tone be desperate. But I don’t think I had to try very hard. She just had to know what I wanted, without me actually saying it. I closed the file when she finally stepped into the living room.

“Sorry I kept you waiting, Kitten, I know how needy and impatient you are,” Emily spoke as she smiled at me, “Especially when you’re waiting for me.” I smiled as I stared at her for a moment. Though my smile was quick to melt away as someone stepped around her and entered the living room.

Aaron stood beside Emily, a slightly smug smile on his lips. His arms were folded over his chest as he stared back at me. I stared at him, my lips parted slightly. The feeling of shock and excitement grew in my chest, and I remembered the thoughts I had on the way home. 

“Oh, h-hi, Aaron.” I looked at him with a nervous smile on my lips. I shifted in my seat as the pair walked in my direction.

“I hope you don’t mind that I brought Aaron over. I needed his help with something.” Emily smiled as she stood behind me. I swallowed roughly as Aaron stood beside me. It was hard not to shift in my seat. A familiar… feeling growing in the pit of my stomach.

Something told me Emily didn’t need help with anything. And there’s something else to this. Why else would Aaron be here? I wouldn’t know. They’re always secretive at work. So I wouldn’t expect anything different here.

“What’s this about? Really?” I finally spoke after a long moment of silence. I looked up at Aaron as he stood beside me, his hand delicately cupping my cheek. He was looking back down at me with a certain softness in his eyes. It was weird seeing him be so… gentle. I was so used to seeing him as a hardass at the office. But here, now? I was at a loss for words. I was so lost in the way he held and caressed my face. I’m not gonna lie, forgot about Emily for half a second.

“Well, kitten, you wanted me to be nicer,” Emily started as she stood behind me. I was honestly too involved with how Aaron was looking at me and touching to actually pay attention to Emily. “But... I’m afraid I can’t do that,” she continued before she placed her hand on my chin, forcing me to look up at her. I took a deep shaky breath as my attention was now on her. “So, I brought someone who could help with that. A pretty little treat.” Her tone was deep and rough as she spoke. I swallowed roughly as we stared at each other. I could feel my heart begin to race, and my breathing pick up with each breath I took. At this point it was impossible to keep my excitement at bay.

“Emily,” Aaron cut in, forcing me to look over at him. Emily kept her eyes on me. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see a smirk growing on her lips. “Be careful with her.” He looked up at Emily with a stern expression on his face. There was the Aaron Hotchner I was so used to seeing.

“What? She likes it when I’m rough with her. Don’t you, Kitten?” Emily asked as she looked down at me with a sarcastic smile. Suddenly I couldn’t take my eyes off Emily. I mean, of course, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was my world, and I was hers. I’d move Heaven and Earth for her if she asked.

“Y-yes, Ma’am,” my voice was thready as I kept my eyes on her. That was when I noticed a wandering hand going down my chest and towards the hem of my shirt. And then I remembered, we had a guest. 

“Well, maybe this one time she doesn’t want to be manhandled,” Aaron spoke softly as he slipped his hand under my shirt. My breathing grew ragged as I looked over at him. My eyes were wide as I stared at him. "Isn't that right, Princess?" he asked as he rested his hand over my bra.

“Please,” I whimpered, not taking my eyes off him. I ignored Emily as she stood above me, taking in what was happening between her girlfriend and her superior. Part of me thought she liked it. But, I know Emily well enough to know that she doesn't like it when people play with things that belong to her.  

Aaron’s smile grew soft as his fingers finally touched the soft tissue of my breast. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief and let my eyelids flutter shut. He was doing a great job for a minute there. My legs pressing together the longer he went on. 

That was until there was a sudden absence under my shirt. My eyes snapped open and I instantly looked at Emily. She looked down at me, a wicked grin on her lips.

“What… What was that for?” I whispered, staring at her. She smiled at me before looking up at Aaron. I glanced at Aaron and noticed he was looking back at her with the same smile as Emily. I didn’t appreciate the way they were silently having a conversation with each other with their eyes. They did that a lot too, especially at the office. 

I’m not sure what I was expecting them to do…. But I wasn’t expecting them to kiss. My mouth fell agape and my eyes widened more than before. I almost jumped out of my seat to protest, but Emily was quick to rest a hand on my shoulder to keep me in my place. I struggled watching them. Emily’s hand pressed on his chest before pushing it over his chest, then up over his shoulder under his jacket.

“Emily,” I whined, watching her finally push his jacket over his shoulders, but not yet off his frame. I stared at them as I grew increasingly impatient. “This isn’t fair,” I cried before I bit my lips together. It was getting impossible to not get frustrated at that moment. Watching two people, who I wanted to ruin me, kiss right there in front of me was so hard. They both knew that too. It was her form of tourture to me. Punishment for how I stared at Aaron before I left the BAU.

Of course, Emily knew any thought I had. She read my mind back at the office, when I was staring at Aaron the way I was. She probably knew that I had more thoughts while I was driving home. It was also probably why she brought specifically Aaron over. This was killing me.

The pair parted before they lowered to the ground on either side of me. My body instantly turned towards Emily, someone who I was familiar with in an intimate setting. She seemed happy with my action too. I just hoped Aaron wasn't upset. 

"This night's about you, Kitten," Emily whispered as she carefully ran her fingers through my hair. I hummed happily as I leaned closer to her. Our faces were inches apart, and all I wanted to do was kiss her. I wanted to kiss her the way Aaron kissed her moments ago. 

At that moment, I wanted her to do whatever to me. I was so used to it being that way. Some nights I was used for her own gratification. Other nights she would give me what I wanted, but not till she had her way with me. It was about me. But that was why Aaron was here.  

"Please, Em," I whispered as I lifted a hand to her face. She smiled as I cautiously pulled her face closer to mine, our lips connecting. Again, I wasn't used to her gentleness. Although I could tell she wanted to take me right then and there. She was struggling to hold herself back. Part of me wanted her to just go for it. To take me then and there, and to let Aaron watch.

Emily hummed as she opened her mouth and further deepened the kiss. At the moment I couldn't get enough of her. My body wanting to move closer to hers. I was already willing to let her play with me. 

A breath of air got caught in my throat as a hand appeared on my shoulder. I slowly moved away from Emily and looked over my shoulder at Aaron. He was waiting patiently. 

I glanced at Emily, making sure it was okay before I went for him. She smiled softly and nodded. I looked back at Aaron, turning my body more to face him. I leaned into his touch the closer I got to him. 

"You have to use your words, Kitten. Tell Aaron what you want," Emily whispered as she sat behind me on the chair. Her hands slowly ran up and down my back, almost causing me to forget what I was doing. 

"K-kiss me… please," I whispered, trying hard to not sound too nervous. I took a deep breath as I looked up at Aaron. He looked at me before placing his hands on either side of my face. 

The wind was knocked from my lungs the second his lips touched mine. My hands found their way to his tie, pulling him closer to me. His face moved with me, the light stubble he had left the slightest burn across my skin. My hands moved from his tie to his shoulders, just barely pushing off his jacket.

I was so lost in him that I forgot where I was and who was with me. I couldn’t stop the soft moan that came from me, but Aaron seemed pleasantly surprised with my reaction. A smile grew on his lips as he kept them against mine. 

Then my world came to a screeching halt when Emily pulled my hair back so I was away from Aaron, and instead looking up at her. My eyes were wide as we stared at each other for a long time before either of us said anything. 

"Why don't you go get ready in our bedroom for Aaron and I? We'll be in shortly, okay?" She asked as she lowered down to me. The grip she had on my hair loosened slightly. I nodded as I swallowed roughly. I knew before she even opened her mouth that I was to use my words.

"Yes, Ma'am." I nodded before stumbling to my feet. I turned and looked down at the two. The way they both looked at me gave me butterflies. 

I watched as Aaron fixed his jacket, readjusting it so it was back on him. Two shades of lipstick were smeared on and around his lips. A light pink blush grew like wildfire across his cheeks.

I stared at the two for a moment longer before dropping my gaze and turning away. My feet quickly moved, bringing me to the bedroom. I tried to be even quicker when I got ready. Redoing my makeup, changing into something more… appealing. I wanted this moment to be perfect. Thank god I had showered when I got home. 

When I was good, and sure, that I was ready, I sat on the dead center of the bed. My fingers anxiously pulling at the bedding beneath me. I wondered what they were talking about. Emily was probably setting down the ground rules of what would happen in the bedroom and with me. This is the first time we’ve ever done something like this. I just hope she would give a little leeway for both Aaron and I. Surely she would…

I jumped slightly and looked towards the door when it clicked open. Emily was the first to step in, coming right up to the bed. She very slowly undressed, keeping her eyes on mine while doing so. I smiled as my eyes trailed down her body. Even with her imperfections, she was still perfect to me. I didn’t even see the old scars she got from Ian Doyle, I just saw her.

I swallowed roughly, watching her crawl on the bed. She placed her hand on my shoulder, pushing me back so I was lying down. Her body hovered over mine, her arms on either side of my body. I just knew Aaron was standing behind her, watching the scene unfold.

“Now, I know I said tonight was about you, Kitten… But you still have to be my good girl and follow our rules,” her voice was low, and she had a sly smile on her lips, “Are you going to be a good girl for Aaron and I?” she asked, keeping her voice low as she looked at me. I stared up at her, suddenly feeling dizzy as she rested her hand on my face. I nodded slightly as she moved down my body. She halted her movement as she got right to the waistband of my underwear.

“You have to use your words, Kitten, you know that.” She smiled as she tilted her head to the side. I swallowed roughly as she snapped my waistband against my skin. I almost couldn’t breath as she finally slipped her hand in my panties. “Are you going to be a good girl,” she asked again as she dragged a finger up my folds.  

“Y-yeah. Y-y-yes,” my voice was shaky as I spoke. 

“Yes what?” Emily asked as she moved her finger around my clit. I took a deep shaky breath and nodded.

“Yes, I can be a good… A good girl for you… an-and Aaron,” I whimpered. Emily smiled again before pressing her lips to mine. Her movements between my legs moved faster as time went on.

“That’s my good girl. Aaron already knows our safe word, and knows the rules… If you’re extra good, maybe Aaron will come back.” She pressed her lips to mine when she was done talking.

A moan fell from my mouth and into hers as she slipped two fingers into my entrance. She smiled before pressing her lips down my neck and chest. 

“Aaron, are you undressed yet?” Emily spoke against my skin. My lungs constricted and felt like they were on fire the longer she touched me. Her free hand lightly touched across my chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Emily,” I whimpered, my hands instantly gripping the bedding beside me. I could feel my chest tighten the deeper the breath I took. It was so hard not to make any whimpers or cries as she continued her ministrations.

The bed dipped beside me, causing me to open my eyes and look in that direction. Aaron was sitting beside me, sitting in just his boxers. He looked down at me, a soft smile on his lips. 

“Hi there, Princess,” he whispered as he brought a hand to rest gently on my face. I bit my lips hard as I stared at him.

“Oh, so now you’re his Princess,” Emily spoke before Aaron could say anything else. I looked up at her with a mild fear in my eyes. She smiled before quickening her movements. “You know what you are, Kitten,” her voice was low, a hiss. 

“N-n-” I was briefly cut off by a soft moan, my eyes fluttering shut and lips falling open slightly. The familiar tightness of the foreseeable end grew in my stomach. As the seconds ticked by, it got harder to be quiet.

“You’re a slut. A dirty, rotten, little slut,” she spoke her words harshly. I gasped as I looked up at her. 

“No, no you’re not.” It was Aaron’s turn to talk, causing me to look up at him. His eyes were still on me, and his hand slowly moved back down my body. His hand was back where it was earlier, under my bra and over my breast. “No, you’re perfect, Princess. And you’re doing so good. I bet you feel so good right now,” he whispered as he lowered closer to my face. His face was inches from mine. I could feel his breath fan out across my skin. I just wanted his lips against mine, it was right there.

“I wouldn’t believe anything he says, Princess,” Emily mocked and scowled when Aaron and I were moments away from kissing. I swallowed roughly before moaning. “He’s just saying that because he can’t feel how wet you are. Soaked even.” She looked over at Aaron with a smirk. He looked away from me and up at Emily. I watched as he clenched his jaw as he stared at her. 

“Em… Em, I’m so close… S’close...” I slurred as I clenched my muscles around her fingers. She looked back down at me with a smug smirk before she pulled her hand from between my legs. “Emily!” I whined feeling the tightness in my stomach slowly melt away.

“Not yet, Princess,” she mockingly whispered before lowering down to my lips, “Not yet,” she murmured against me before sitting up away from me. I looked at her with annoyance on my face. She looked over at Aaron with a smug smile before nodding at me. 

“This is… This is torture!” I shouted as I propped myself up on my elbows. She moved from between my legs so she was straddling over my stomach. Her eyes were still on Aaron, I wished so desperately that she would look at me. She firmly pressed her hand to the center of my chest. Her other hand was lightly against my face. My heart picked up it’s pace as I stared at her, it was so hard to breathe with how she looked at me.

“You spoiled, little, brat,” Emily hissed as she squished my cheeks together. I wrinkled my nose as I stared at her. I could feel my chest lift with each breath as I stared at her. The smirk she wore on her lips made me dizzy. 

“Just think about how much I’ll spoil you,” Aaron then cut in, forcing me to look over at him. Emily’s hand was still holding my face as I struggled to look over at him. “Because that’s all I want to do,” he cooed before lifting his hand to Emily’s. He glanced at Emily before gently pulling her hand off my face. “I’ll spoil you so much. You won’t even know what to do with yourself, Princess,” he whispered as he looked back down at me. He kept his eyes on me as he carefully brought a hand down my stomach to my underwear. 

“Aaron,” Emily warned as she looked over at him. 

“Do it,” I whispered as I stared at him. He looked between me and Emily for a moment before slipping his hand into my underwear. If Emily really didn’t want him to do this, she would have stopped him before he even touched my stomach. 

I gasped lightly once his hand met my center. My back arched the slightest bit as his finger started to slowly move against me. My head fell back against the pillow as I looked up at him. 

My hand went up to his head, my fingers getting lost in his hair, as I pulled him down to me. Our lips connected, and it was harsher than before. I wondered what Emily thought while she watched her superior kiss and finger her girlfriend. 

I just assumed she was annoyed that someone other than her was making me feel this way. That was until I heard her soft moans come from above me. I don’t think I’ve moved away from someone so fast. I moved away from Aaron to see Emily looking down at me, with her hand down the front of her panties. I took a deep breath as I stared at her. Great, now I was the jealous one. 

“Mhm mmm, nope. You get Aaron.” Emily smiled at me as she watched my facial expression change. 

“Please, please,” I half whined-half moaned. My head fell back against the pillow, and my mouth opened a little bit. It was so hard to stay quiet the closer I got to finishing. 

Aaron’s hand appeared back on my face as he guided me to look at him. That was when Emily rolled off my body and laid beside me on the bed.

“You’re doing such a good job, Princess,” Aaron whispered as he pressed his lips to the side of my head. I took a shaky breath as he looked back at me before pressing his lips to mine. He seemed to eat up the moan that came from me.

“A little too nosy for me, Princess,” Emily mocked, causing me to look over at her. I could tell she was getting closer, and would probably finish before me, because that’s always what happened. It was one of our rules. “Fuck,” she moaned as she dropped her head back. I took a deep breath as I looked up at Aaron.

“Please, Aaron,” I stared at him as I bit hard on my lower lip. He looked over at Emily, looking to see if it was alright. I struggled to stay still the louder she was beside me. “No, no it’s up to-fuck… you… Please.” I could feel my hands grip the sheets hard. I wondered if I wasn’t holding the bedding if my palms would have bleed. 

“It’s okay. You can do it. Cum for me, Princess,” Aaron whispered as he pushed my hair away from my face. I stared at him, watching him nod to reassure me. His hand fell from my face and landed on my breast. I cried out as my body shook.

Emily’s hands were back on me when she finished. Her hands moved quickly over my body as she pressed her lips to the side of my face and down my neck. My mind was going fuzzy the longer they both touched me.

“Mm, Daddy,” I moaned as my back arched slightly. I looked up at Emily. She looked back at me with a smile before pressing her lips to mine, making me feel really good. The overall feeling was caused because of the two people near me. But also because I was so close to finishing. 

“You like that,” Aaron asked, his voice low as he spoke. His lips were still pressed against my neck while his hands still worked between my legs. I looked at Emily, and she looked back at me with an amused smirk on her lips. I really didn’t have the heart to tell him.

“I… I was talking to… to Emily,” I whispered as I looked over at him. He moved away from my neck. Emily looked around me, causing me to look back at her. Her amused smile grew smug as she looked at him. Aaron slowed his movements, forcing me to look over at him. Emily went back to letting her hands roam my body. I could feel her move one hand towards Aaron’s, helping him back to the pace he was at before.

 “But… But I can call you daddy too if you want,” I whimpered as I stared at him. Aaron laughed and shook his head.

“That’s okay, Princess,” he whispered before returning his lips back to mine. A lengthy moan came from me as I finally reached my high. Emily kept her hand, and Aaron’s, between my legs for a moment as they helped me come down from my high. 

“Hips up, Kitten,” Emily whispered as she moved back between my legs. I looked up at her before carefully lifting my hips off the bed. She smiled at me before hooking her fingers on my underwear and pulled them off my hips and legs. “Good girl,” she cooed as she tossed my panties towards Aaron. I glanced over at him watching as he held my underwear in one hand. 

“Kitten,” Emily spoke again, causing me to look at her. She smiled before leaning closer to me. Her lips were close to mine, and I wanted so badly to just kiss her. “You’re gonna stroke Aaron’s cock while I eat you out, you understand,” she mused while her hand cupped my face. I huffed a deep breath and nodded, possibly a little too excitedly.

“Yes, ma’am. I understand,” I whispered before going to kiss her. She moved away from me before I could connect our lips. The smile she wore on her lips drove me crazy. I just wanted her. 

“Is that alright with you, Aaron,” Emily asked, her fingers running up and down my inner thigh. My legs tensed up and I could feel goosebumps across my skin. 

Aaron sat up more beside me, looking at Emily with a smirk before looking down at me. I stared up and between the two of them, waiting for the next activity of the night to happen. 

“I think it’s more than alright, Emily.” Aaron smiled down at me as he carefully touched my face. My breathing stuttered in my chest as he cupped my chin. His thumb brushed my lower lip, pulling it down to my chin slightly. My mouth fell open slightly and my tongue stuck out. Aaron smiled before carefully pressing his thumb in the center on my mouth. My lips closed around it. I moved my tongue around his thumb and kept my eyes on his. 

And then my eyes snapped shut and a soft moan got caught in my throat. Emily’s mouth attached to my pussy. Her tongue lapping at the previous mess her and Aaron had caused moments ago. It was so hard to even focus on one thing, that I had forgotten what she wanted for Aaron.

I opened my eyes and looked back at him. A small smile grew across his lips before he kissed mine. A deep breath escaped my nostrils and my eyes lightly closed. I carefully, and slowly, moved my hand across his stomach, and towards his boxers. My hand slipped under his waistband and my fingers wrapped around his cock. 

“Shit,” Aaron breathed against my lips. I struggled to smile as I carefully moved my hand up and down his length. My other hand went up to his head, gently pulling his hair. This time it was Aaron’s turn to try and be quiet. But thank God he was struggling. All the sounds he made were… Heavenly.

 He was so painfully hard. I felt bad it took so long for him to be touched like this. But it was worth it. Emily must have loved all the desperate sounds that were coming from Aaron and me. 

I tried to keep my pace quick, but it was so hard the closer I got. I could feel his face falter against mine the lazier my movements went. It was so hard to keep my attention on anything as Emily got more enthusiastic with her actions. I, really, honestly didn’t care that I was getting lazy with Aaron. And I don’t think he did either.

A small whimper came from me, and my hand stopped moving. My free hand moved from Aaron’s head and down towards the back of Emily’s. My fingers got tangled in her hair. It was even worse, or better, when Emily hummed and sent vibrations through my body. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cried out against his lips. I bit hard on my lower lip as the hand around Aaron’s cock slowed to a stop, and came. It was hard to stay quiet, not that either of them would care. Frankly, I think they rather enjoyed it, especially Aaron. 

“Emily, Emily, please,” I cried when she didn’t let up and move away from me. My body squirming away from her, but failing when she placed an arm over my hips to keep me in place. Aaron kept busy by kissing my face and down my chest.  

All I could do was breathe, or try to breathe. I thought everything was too much before. But this… This was too much. Once Aaron started nipping at my skin, I couldn’t even breathe. My eyes just stayed glued shut, while my body squirmed. 

“Emily,” I whined, trying to lift her arm off me. She hummed, again, instead of moving away from me. It was driving me crazy! I couldn’t even do anything other than just be there, and well, enjoy myself. I don’t know why I was complaining. I was basically in heaven. Two people I… I loved were here… Worshiping me, and loving on me, and making me feel really fucking good. And I was starting to complain. It was just starting to become too much. They were good complaints… even though that’s an oxymoron.

“Come on, Princess. You’re doing such a good job.” Aaron whispered as he gently moved his hands around my body. My body shook slightly and my vision blurred white, and I finished again for the third time.

Emily came up from my legs and looked down at me. I stared at her as my body fell limp against the bed and close to Aaron. She smiled for a moment before pressing her lips to mine. I hummed and couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

“I’ll be right back. Aaron,” Emily started as she looked between Aaron and I. She looked right at Aaron before leaning closer to him. “Go easy on her,” she whispered before pressing her lips to his. She climbed off the bed and grabbed her robe, slipping it on before leaving the room. I looked up at Aaron just as he looked down at me. 

“W-what is she doing?” I stared at him as he moved so he was over me. My legs fell open to accommodate the space of him. But he didn’t yet answer my question. Which I was happy for because I got otherwise distracted.

My eyes trailed up and down his body, getting distracted as they landed on long bumps across his abdomen. I couldn’t help but lift my hand to trace my fingers over the old, healed wounds. They were jagged and ridgedy, like the person who put them there intended to kill him.

I almost asked what the scars were from. But then I remembered what had happened. I tried to not to feel bad, but it was hard. I did the same thing to Emily the first time we had sex. They’re things I don’t think about very often…  

Aaron rested his hand over mine, forcing me to look up at him. He had a soft, yet sad, smile on his lips. He pressed his hand against mine, pressing both of them to his stomach. His semi-toned stomach was warm against the palm of my hand. 

“Sorry,” I looked up at him, my eyes scanning across his face. Aaron furrowed his eyebrows before shaking his head. He was careful as he lowered his face back to mine, his lips reconnecting to me. It was so weird to me how soft and gentle he was with his kiss. 

“Don’t be sorry,” Aaron whispered as he kept his hand on mine. I looked up at him, enjoying the way he looked back at me. There was a certain appreciation in his eyes that made me happy.

"Where'd Emily go?" I whispered as I kept my eyes on him. He stayed quiet as he looked at me, his silence giving me a clue as to what could happen. In fact, it was telling me what was going to happen. “She’s okay with it?” My voice softened as I spoke. 

“She knows. We talked about it. We don’t have to do-”

“No, no I know. I mean, Aaron we made it this far. I want this.” I swallowed roughly after I spoke. Aaron smiled softly before removing his hand from mine and brought it to my face. I smiled as he lowered to my face. 

For a brief moment, he moved away from me to take his boxers off. Thank God I wasn’t dead tired yet because this is the best night of my entire life and I didn’t want it to end now. Maybe after he fucked me.

Once he was back on the bed, his lips reconnected with mine. My arms wrapped around his neck, and my hands rested on his back shoulder muscles. Aaron’s arms wrapped around my lower body, holding me up to his body. 

“Ready,” his voice was low and gruff as he spoke. I swallowed roughly and nodded. My face was pressed into the nape of his neck. I took a deep breath when the head of his cock pressed against the entrance of my sex. 

“Oh,” I whined as he slowly moved so our hips were together. My lungs tightened as he quickly, and gently, bottomed out. We both stayed still for a moment, adjusting to each other.

I carefully wrapped my legs around his waist, and held him against my body. Aaron carefully moved his hips, making me squirm beneath him. His lips stayed on my face, moving along my jaw, over my cheeks, before moving around my neck. I swallowed back the moan as my nails dragged down his back. 

Aaron’s pace was slow and steady. He wasn’t painfully slow, because he knew I’d get overstimulated, and I knew he didn’t have very long. 

“Please, please,” I cried, my voice whiny as my body tensed. Aaron moved his head away from my neck and looked down at me. Even though his eyes were blown and fueled by lust, there was the sweetest look in them. 

“What do you want, Princess? Tell me what you want.” He whispered as he brought a hand to cup my face. My chest heaved with each breath I took. And I jerked my hips to meet his.

“Kiss me,” I whimpered as I stared back at him. Aaron smiled before pressing his lips back to mine. I hummed as I moved a hand to the back of his head. 

My whole body tensed just as Aaron’s pace grew sloppy. I knew he was getting close. The room filled with our noises and the sounds of skin hitting skin. Through groans and grunts, Aaron whispered soft things to me. 

“You’re doing so… So good, Princess.” He moaned into my ear. I whimpered and nodded slightly.  

I couldn’t stop myself from crying out as a familiar feeling grew in my stomach. I wasn’t exactly sure if the familiar feeling was my own oragasm, or Aaron’s. But it felt really good. Aaron’s head dropped to the bed beneath me as he groaned. 

I finally took a deep breath for the first time tonight. It was such a deep breath of air that my lungs felt like they were on fire. Although my head was mildly dizzy, it felt equally as clear. 

Aaron nearly had to pry my body off his to kneel away from me. I almost didn’t let him. Even though he was literally in me, I still needed someone’s touch on my body.

He fell to the bed beside me. He readjusted so a blanket was over us. I let out a deep sigh as his arms were back around me, pulling me closer to his body. We both turned to face each other, and he pressed his forehead to mine. I really appreciated that he just knew that I wanted to be held and close to another person. I hated that I was so clingy after sex… It’s Emily’s fault, honestly.

“Did you have a good time,” Aaron asked as he kept his voice low. His lips still centimeters away from mine. Our foreheads remained pressed together. And I swear I could just stay in his arms for an eternity. Emily would kill me though if she knew that.

“Yeah, that was a lot of fun. Thank you, Aaron.” I slightly opened my eyes and looked at him. He breathed out a laugh and nodded.

“You’re welcome, Princess.” Aaron smiled before pressing his lips to mine. It didn’t feel like a long time that we were like that, but our moment was cut short by the clearing of someone’s throat.

I peeled away from Aaron first and looked over my shoulder to see Emily. She stood on her side of the bed, looking down at Aaron and I. She had three bottles of water and a couple granola bars in her hands. The way she looked down at us with a joyful look in her eyes. How long had she been standing there watching us?

“Wow, didn’t know you’d replace me that quick.” She smiled at us as she placed the water and snacks on her nightstand. I furrowed my eyebrows as I moved away from Aaron. 

“You were the one who left me,” I scoffed as she sat beside me. Emily smiled before pressing her lips gently to mine. “Thank you,” I whispered against her lips. 

“Anything for you, Kitten,” she smiled before pressing her lips to mine again, “Now, drink up. You did a lot of strenuous activity. I don’t want you getting any cramps. You too, Aaron,” Emily grabbed two bottles of water and handed them over to Aaron and me. I grumbled quietly as I cracked the lid off my bottle. 

“What was that, Kitten?” Emily watched as I sipped my water.

“Mmm, nothing. Thank you for the water, Emily.” I smiled as I held up the water bottle. Emily smirked at me and shook his head.

“That’s what I thought. Now, hurry up. I want to cuddle,” she sighed deeply as she looked between me and Aaron. I looked over at Aaron with a raised eyebrow.

“Jeez, didn’t know you could be so needy,” Aaron spoke into his water bottle. I tried not to sputter my water, but failed miserably. 

“I swear to God, you two are children,” Emily scoffed and shook her head. I looked back at her with a smile.

“Yeah, but you love us… Well me anyway.” I went up to her to kiss her. She glared at me as she took my water bottle. I smiled as I shimmied down the bed, pulling the blanket over my body. Emily looked down at me before moving closer to me to cuddle.

My body instantly clung to Emily's. Her arms were wrapped around my body, holding me as close as she could. Aaron was quick to put his bottle down and wrap his arms around me. I could tell it would be a fight to the death for cuddles. I couldn’t stop the smug smile that grew across my lips.

"Can we do this more often?" I murmured into Emily's skin. She laughed and nodded. 

"Of course we can. But I think that's a question for Aaron, Kitten," Emily spoke softly as her hand brushed down the back of my head. I hummed, not really wanting to turn to ask him. I could feel Aaron breathe out a laugh as he wrapped an arm around my waist. 

I looked up at him, the smugness in my smile turning shy. Aaron looked down at me, his smile warm and friendly. I sighed deeply as I stared at him.

“Yes, Princess,” Aaron spoke as he lifted a hand to rest gently on my face. I wasn’t sure if he was answering my question or asking me. So I just stayed quiet. “We can do this as often as you’d like.”

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Yesterday Came Suddenly (Aaron Hotchner x Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid)

A disastrous car accident changes four lives forever.

A/N: this has a happy ending, I promise!

Tags: @rxseinbloom @cha0ticbisexual @starsandsupernovae @agenthotchner @ange-must-die

With the way both of them drove, it was a wonder it had never happened sooner. That being said, it wasn’t either of their faults, not Derek’s behind the wheel or Hotch’s in the passenger seat. It was no one’s fault when a deer came out of nowhere and Derek swerved on instinct, wrenching the wheel right without remembering they were riding the edge of a cliff. He slammed the brakes, but it didn’t matter, they already had enough momentum to carry them over the edge. The car was weightless for a moment, a moment that seemed to last forever. But the moment did end, and the car tipped, glass and metal crunching where they hit earth, first on the front right, then turning so they were rolling, rolling way too fast down the side of the hill, shattered glass flying as the world turned in a nightmarish carousel. It seemed like they rolled for hours down that hill, although it was probably only seconds. They never really knew, because Hotch was knocked unconscious upon first impact, and Derek smashed his forehead against the steering wheel sometime after that. At some point between blacking out and waking up, the car came to a stop, thankfully right side up. Derek woke with a start, gasping for air as if he was drowning. For a moment, he didn’t know what had happened, and all he felt was warm, sticky blood dripping onto his cheeks from a wound over his eye. Then the pain from his legs hit him, and he squeezed his fists so tight he felt the skin on his palms break, but it didn’t matter, it wasn’t anywhere near his legs. When the pain subsided (still, only slightly), he opened his eyes, and at first saw everything through a haze of red. Every window was completely shattered, but the cab of the SUV had held up surprisingly well. The hood, or at least as much as he could see, was crumpled, and the roof was full of dents, but the airbags and seatbelts had saved them from the almost certain death. They’d both have concussions, and Derek was fairly certain his nose was broken, but he was awake and alert, which was a good sign. His hands shook almost comically as he patted himself down. He’d have bruises where the seatbelt cut into his shoulder and waist, but his upper body was mostly fine. His legs, though, were a different story. His left leg bent nauseatingly at mid-thigh. Broken. The lower part of his right leg hung loosely from the knee. Definitely broken. With wavering hands, Derek unbuckled his seatbelt, wincing as it snapped across his bruised ribs. That was the first time he noticed Hotch. Hotch was still passed out, his chin resting on his chest. Derek couldn’t see much of Hotch, except that his left shoulder was sharply out of place and his face was dotted with tiny red cuts where the shattered window had slashed his face.

“Hotch.” He reaches over as much as he could to shake Hotch’s leg. “Hotch. Wake up, come on, Hotch, wake up!” Hotch woke in much the same way Derek had, panting and gasping for air.

“What- what happened?” His eyes scanned the car wildly before coming to meet Derek’s, and they were more terrified than Derek had ever seen him.

“There was… there was a deer, I think. In the road. I swerved, and we must have gone over the edge. The car’s pretty busted up. I’m mostly fine- well, no. Both my legs are broken. Other than that, I’ve got some bruises, a broken nose, probably a concussion, and possibly a broken finger. You look like you’ve got a dislocated shoulder, can you see what else?” Hotch, still slightly bewildered, unbuckled his seatbelt with his right hand.

“My legs are a little bruised up, and so’s my face, but my shoulder looks like it’s the only-“ he went silent, and Derek’s heart dropped.

“What?” He followed Hotch’s gaze down to his stomach, where a growing patch of red surrounded a narrow cut in his shirt. Gingerly, Hotch pulled the fabric away. A cut surrounded by glittering pieces of glass was leaking blood, having previously been camouflaged by the seatbelt. It didn’t look like it went all the way through, but there was already a significant amount of blood.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” Hotch’s head fell back against the headrest. “Wait. Can you get your cell?” Derek found his phone on the console, but it was completely busted.

“Try yours.” With his okay hand, Hotch pulled his out of his pants pocket.

“No. It must have gotten crushed between me and the door.”

“Damn it.” If Derek had been any less practical of a person, he would have started crying. He certainly felt like it. But crying wouldn’t help Hotch, who was bleeding out from his stomach. “Hotch, we have to fix your arm if we’re going to have any hope or stopping the bleeding.”

“Okay. Do you know how to do that?”

“I’ve had some first aid training. But I’m also your only shot.” Hotch didn’t hesitate.

“Do it.” Derek turned as much as he could, giving a muffled cry as his legs burned under him. He braced one hand against Hotch’s ribs and grabbed his shoulder in the other. “I’m gonna count to three, and then you’re gonna say ‘wishbone’. Got it?” Hotch nodded, on the verge of hyperventilating but still somehow making an effort to stay calm.

“One… two… three…”

“Wishbone!” Hotch yelped as his shoulder cracked back into place.

“You good?” Hotch, panting, nodded. “You’ll need a better fix down the road, but that’s not our most pressing issue.” Derek, attaining with the effort, pulled off his leather jacket and hoodie. He handed Hotch the hoodie. “I need you to put pressure on the cut. I’m not sure, but the glass might have cut your aorta. If it did, we’re going to have a problem. I would get you out of there and try to hold pressure myself, but my legs-“

“Don’t worry about it, Morgan.” Hotch held the hoodie to his stomach. “We should get those legs set.”

“How?”

“I could try to find some sticks or something-“

“Hotch, you can’t go anywhere.”

“Give me your jacket.” Hotch, still holding the hoodie to his stomach, wrapped the jacket around it, holding the hoodie in place. “Voila,” he said, wincing.

“That’s not gonna last.”

“No, but there’s a first aid kit in the back. I’ll help you get your legs set, then you help me.” Hotch got out of the car, but didn’t shut the door. “There are a few trees down here, I should be able to get decently sized branches and make some splints.” Wobbling slightly, he walked away, disappearing into the underbrush. Derek sighed and sat back, waiting for him to return. Their phones were both dead, and depending on how much damage they’d taken internally, it was possible the trackers could have been destroyed. The same went for the car’s GPS. So if their electronic tracking was out the window, then what? They had been en route to the unsub’s house from the police station. JJ and Rossi had been interviewing the latest victim’s family one last time when Hotch had called and told them where to go. Emily and Reid had been at the coroner. The road that Hotch and Morgan had been driving on was a narrow road along a ravine, which they were now at the bottom of. No one else had been coming from the same direction, so there was no chance of anyone just seeing them on their way. It hadn’t been very long, but it was probably long enough that someone had realized something was up, and once they realized they couldn’t get in contact, it would be an all-out search. That being said, they wouldn’t worry about them until they arrested their unsub, which could be another hour or more, if he ran. And even once they realized something was wrong, they would have to search a significant amount of road. It was possible they could be stranded at the bottom of this ravine for a very long time. Their best bet was to get a fire started, and pray that some poor soul saw the smoke.

“I’m back.” Hotch was breathless, his forehead was shimmering with sweat, and his shirt was deep red around Derek’s hoodie, but he held two sturdy-looking branches in his arms. “Can you turn around?” Derek put his weight back on his arms and tried to swivel out towards the car door, which Hotch had just opened. He managed to turn his hips, but couldn’t manage to move his legs.

“I can’t,” he said, his voice straining.

“Then I need to move your legs, otherwise I won’t be able to get access.” Hotch loosened his tie and pulled it over his head. “Bite down.” Derek took the knot between his teeth and clenched his jaw. He screamed into the purple tie as Hotch seized his leg, even as gently as he could, and turned it out the door. “Just one more. You’re doing great, Morgan.” His other leg burned with a searing, white-hot pain, even after it was fully turned. Hotch pulled his jacket off, gasping as he wrenched the wound on his stomach. He ripped it into strips, which he draped over his shoulder. “This is going to hurt. Really bad.”

“Just do it,” Derek replied, muffled. Hotch lifted his left leg from the calf so that it sat in a completely straight line. Derek yelped, screaming curses into the empty, echoing valley. Hotch tied one of the branches to his leg with strips of his jacket. When he was done, he cupped Derek’s face in his hands, both of them panting heavily. It was a platonic gesture of affection, but a rare one from Hotch. It seemed like if there had ever been a time for it, it was now. The other leg hurt almost more, but Derek held onto consciousness. He would not pass out.

“Your nose might heal a little fucked up, but I’m not going to risk making it worse.”

“It’s fine, Hotch. Could you grab the first-aid kit? Don’t hurt yourself too much.”

“I’m fine.” But his pale, clammy face and the growing red patch gave him away. There wasn’t much Derek could do to stop him, though, was there?

Hotch wasn’t paying that much attention to his own injuries, frankly. He knew that was stupid, especially because Derek was right and if the glass had cut his aorta, he was screwed, but there wasn’t much they could do so far. The most there was in the first aid kit was gauze and bandages, which wouldn’t stop bleeding from a major artery. He could feel himself getting more and more lightheaded with every step towards the back of the car. The trunk wouldn’t open, but the window was completely knocked out, so he was able to reach in and pull out the first aid kit without scratching himself on the glass. From the front of the car, he could hear Derek groaning softly. Maybe there were some painkillers in there, even if it was just Advil. But first, they had some other stuff to handle.

“I have to get you out of there.” Morgan’s eyes narrowed.

“Why?”

“At least until the sun sets. It’s way too hot out here, if we stay in the car we’ll just get dehydrated that much faster. Also, it’ll be more comfortable for you when you’re patching me up.”

“So what’s your plan?”

“I’m going to have to lift you out of there.” Before waiting for a response, Hotch slid an arm under Derek’s arms and grunted as he lifted Derek over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. He set him down so he was sitting against the side of the car. “This is where we’ll have the most shade.”

“Ow.” Derek prodded his ribs. “That hurt.”

“Yeah, whatever. Can you help patch me up?” Hotch unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the sandy ground along with Derek’s jacket and hoodie. A few drops of blood landed in the dirt alongside them. As he sat down on the ground, he handed Derek the kit.

“Let’s see… we’ve got gauze, band-aids, rubbing alcohol… nothing for sutures.”

“That’s fine, it wouldn’t have done any good if I’m bleeding internally.” Derek swiped a cotton ball soaked in alcohol across the front wound. Hotch hissed, but didn’t flinch. He allowed Derek to wrap gauze around his stomach, and then slumped against the car beside him.

“So… what do we do?” Hotch just shrugged. He didn’t know what else to do.

“I have no idea. We sit. We wait. And we hope.” Out of the corner of his eye, Hotch saw Derek begin to shake. His first thought was that he was having some sort of seizure from hitting his head, and Hotch’s gut dropped. Then he realized he was crying. He lifted his aching arm, but not the one that was dislocated, and wrapped it around Derek’s shoulders. He wished he could move his other arm enough to fully encompass his friend, but they’d have to settle for this for now. “They’ll find us.”

“God, I hope you’re right,” Derek said through his tears, which cut streaks in the blood and dirt on his face. “I know it’s stupid to be thinking about all the things I wish I’d done, but there are too many.”

“Yeah.” Hotch leaned his head against Derek’s shoulder, another uncharacteristically affectionate gesture, but then again, if there was ever a time for affection, it was now.

Derek was thinking about his house. It was a two-bedroom cottage in the DC suburbs, not the kind of place anyone would have expected from him. He tried his hardest to take care of his garden, but he was always gone too long and the flowers dried up. Who was watering the flowers? For that matter, who was feeding Clooney, his 11-year-old German Shepherd? If he died, would anyone remember to go check on him? He thought about the photos that lined the clean white halls, which he had always meant to paint a bright green but never gotten around to. There were pictures of his mom, his sisters, his dad, his friends. He thought about the tins of cookies stacked up on his counter, which Penelope brought over about twice a week. He thought about the episodes of Storage Wars piling up on his DVR. He had never planned for dying like this. He had a will, every FBI field agent he knew had a will, so that wasn’t an issue. But there were so many things he had never thought about before now. And then there were the things he always planned on doing, like taking Penelope to Thailand, which they’d always talked about, or learning how to weld, or-

“Hotch, can I tell you something?”

“What?” Hotch perked up, but he looked worse than ever. His hand was freezing on Derek’s arm, and the gauze on his stomach was already soaked through.

“I’m talking to you as a friend. Not as FBI agents, and you can’t be my boss about this.”

“Derek. We’re friends.”

“Okay.” Derek swallowed, his throat dry and dusty, but still began to speak. “I wish I’d told all the people I love that I love them.” His heart felt like it was twisting itself in two, but he kept on. “My team. My family. And… Spencer.” Hotch turned just slightly to look up at him, not as surprised as Derek had expected him to be. “I always thought I’d tell him later. I had a plan. I was going to wait and ask him to that French film festival next month. And then I was gonna walk him home and tell him how I felt. I had a whole plan, and now even if I make it through this, I’m still gonna have two broken legs. So no film festival.”

“I’ll be honest, Morgan… I kind of figured.”

“What, you knew I had feelings for him?”

“I didn’t know, but I had my suspicions.” Hotch chuckled and then groaned.

“How’d you know?”

“Well, you always loved to tease him, but last year, you really picked up on it. And I know you well enough to know that’s how you flirt.”

“Wow. You know how I know you’re a better profiler than me? Because you figured it out last year, and I barely got it five months ago.”

“That’s why I’m your boss.”

“So, what, you’re not gonna yell at me for falling for another agent?”

“No. Not right now, anyway. Morgan, don’t ever let this job stop you from loving someone. That’s where I’ve always gone wrong. Those rules exist for a reason, but sometimes… well, fuck the rules sometimes.” Hotch shivered, and Derek pulled him in tighter. It was unbearably hot out, but Hotch was still freezing. That was bad. That meant blood loss. “Still. I wish I’d said something.” He sort of hoped Hotch would say something like “We’re going to make it out of here,” but that wasn’t in the cards. Of course it wasn’t. Hotch wasn’t the kind of guy to make empty promises and Derek wasn’t the kind of guy to believe them. For the first time, he really looked out at the landscape around them. They were somewhere in the Nevada desert, surrounded by nothing but red dirt and the odd tree. The sides of the mountain they had been driving on sloped up around them, steep but not steep enough that they couldn’t have climbed up if not for their various injuries. They were far enough down that someone just driving on the road wouldn’t have seen them unless they noticed the tire tracks and stopped to check it out. His phone was busted, and so was his watch, but judging from the sun’s position in the sky, it was closing in on six o’clock. They had only been down here for a half an hour, an hour max, but who knew how long it would take the rest of the team to catch their guy? And even then, they had about 35 miles of road to check out, and the darker it got, the harder it would be for them to notice the tire tracks. The longer they were down here, the better it was looking that none of the major arteries in Hotch’s body had been harmed, but if they weren’t found within a few hours, that wasn’t going to matter. He’d bleed out anyway. And although his broken legs wouldn’t kill him, Derek realized if he didn’t get water, he’d die of dehydration, or starvation, or heat exposure, or hypothermia, or just plain old hungry desert coyotes. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, only he didn’t know who he was apologizing to. Hotch, maybe. Or God. Maybe it was to his father, who he’d always tried to be as good as, or maybe it was to Spencer for never telling him about his feelings. There were too many people Derek had to apologize to, and for the first time in his 30-something years of life, he was realizing he really might never get the chance.

Meanwhile, Hotch was considering his team. He found that that was how he spent most of his days, at least when Jack wasn’t around. Who else was there to think about? Haley? He didn’t like to sound callous, but there wasn’t much more to think about with her. Beth? Beth, who had left him and gone to New York? Again, what more could he say? There was only Jack, the team, and, well, her.

“Morgan, while we’re on the subject…”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not the only one.”

“Not the only what? Person in love with Reid? ‘Cause if you say you are, I’m gonna-”

“No. Not Reid.”

“Good.” Derek paused. “Wait, then who?” The way he looked at Hotch, he really didn’t know. Then again, Hotch supposed he had always been better at hiding his feelings than the rest of them.

“Emily,” he said simply. “It’s always been Emily.” Beside him, he felt Derek’s head turn to look up at him.

“I- like, our Emily? Emily Prentiss? Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss?”

“No, the other Emily we both know- yes, Emily Prentiss.” Hotch let his head fall back against the car, his hand resting over the gauze on his bare stomach, which was warm and damp with his own blood. He was really bleeding out. It was only just beginning to click, but he pushed it down. Those were feelings he couldn’t afford to deal with right now.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell her? You know she loves you, right?” Hotch sighed.

“Maybe. I don’t know, maybe I know she does. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m her boss, and even if I wasn’t, we still work together. Our jobs rely on us being able to be impartial, and if we’re together… it clouds my judgement, and my judgement is all I have.”

“Hotch, not five minutes ago, you told me to fuck the rules. That was your exact wording. Your judgement if you and Emily love each other out loud instead of in that broody silence you both love so much isn’t going to change, because you’ll be feeling the same feelings you are right now, except then you won’t have the pressure of pushing them down that you’ve had to hold onto for so long. Fuck the rules, right?” Hotch turned to look down at Derek, smiling as much as he could despite the fading black at the edges of his vision.

“Yeah. Fuck the rules.”

Hotch didn’t look so good. Derek didn’t have much to think about, so he thought about that. Hotch’s breathing had slowed. A lot. And there was a lot of blood soaking through the gauze wrapped around his stomach, enough that another layer wouldn’t help. The sun was finally beginning to set, the signal that their chances were about to dim significantly. Even as bad as he looked, Hotch still managed to stand up.

“Where are you- Hotch, what are you doing?”

“I have to grab something. I’ll be right back.” Derek heard him open the door on the other side of the car and rifle through the glove compartment. He returned with a notepad and a pair of pens. Slowly, and with a lot of effort, he sat back down and ripped a sheet off the top of the notepad. He handed it to Derek, along with one of the pens.

“What’s this for?” Hotch grinned, but it was more like a grimace.

“Write him a letter. Spencer. Just… just in case.” With trembling hands, Derek took the paper and pen. He had to brace it against his own hand, so he wouldn’t hurt his leg, but he found he could steady himself enough to write what he needed to. Beside him, Hotch was writing a letter of his own. In shaky, splotchy chicken scratch, Derek began to write.

Spencer,

Don’t worry about me, kid. I know you, I know how much you love to beat yourself up for things. Don’t. What happened was no one’s fault but mine and that stupid deer in the road’s. Things happen and if you’re reading this, the worst thing happened. And if the worst happened, that means I never got to tell you how I feel about you. This is pretty clearly not how I wanted to tell you, but I wanted you to know. This letter is so you don’t have to see my face every day, knowing how I feel about you, and never get to say anything to me. I’m telling you you don’t need to. However you feel about me, just knowing that I love you is all that matters. Don’t feel bad about never telling me if you felt the same, and never feel bad about letting me die loving you if you didn’t. Loving you was all I needed, kid. But oh, man, the things I wish I’d gotten to tell you. I was going to ask you to that French film festival in Baltimore next month. I learned some French for it and everything. You were going to be so impressed with me. Actually, you’d probably shake your head condescendingly, smile, and tell me all about how wrong my pronunciations were, probably. Still. I’m sorry we’ll never get to do that. I’m as sorry that I’ll never get to hold your hand or kiss you in the rain as I am that I’ll never get to make fun of your hair or give you an awkward fist bump. You were my friend long before I ever fell for you and you’ll be my friend even when I’m gone. I’m running out of space to write. I love you.

Your friend,

D. Morgan

When he finished writing, he finally noticed the tears bleeding through the paper, mixed in with smudges of blood from his broken nose. He folded the letter and shoved it in his pocket. That letter would survive the sun and the elements. Even if he didn’t.

Hotch was writing his own letter. At first, he didn’t know what to say. What was there to say? I’m sorry I’m dead, I love you? But then again, that was probably better than saying nothing at all. So he started writing, really having no idea where he was going at all.

Dear Emily,

This isn’t an apology. I think I should say that first. Although I have a lot to apologize for, I only have a little room and I don’t want to take up your time with the things that won’t matter if you’re reading this. The long and the short of it is that I never told you how I felt about you. How I feel about you even now as I write this letter. I know I said this wasn’t going to be an apology, but I am sorry about not telling you sooner. There was just too much to think about. There’s less to think about now. All I can think of is Jack and you. If I ever get out of here, I swear to god I’ll tell you that myself. I didn’t tell you because you deserve so much more than me. You deserve the entire universe and then some, so much more than one tired old man who can’t even save himself. I have a few requests for you, if it’s not out of line for me to ask. First, don’t blame me, don’t blame yourself, and if Derek gets out of here and I don’t, don’t blame him. It’s no one’s fault. Second, Haley’s sister can and will take Jack in, but make sure he knows the team is as much his family as any of his blood relatives. I don’t worry about him forgetting me, but I don’t want him forgetting you either. My last request is my biggest. They’ll have to fill my position as soon as possible, and I want them to give the job to you. You’re the best suited to take over, and I trust you to keep the team on track. Strauss will put up a fight, but there’s a document in my desk that outlines all of my reasons and wishes for the team following my death. Your promotion is the first thing on that document. If you don’t want the job, I obviously can’t make you take it, but if your only reason is because you think I only want you to have it because of my feelings for you, it’s not. My faith in you as an agent, as a person, and as a friend is never-ending.

-Hotch

Before putting the letter in his pocket, Hotch turned to Derek, his face and tone stern.

“Derek. If anything happens to me, if you get out of here and I don’t, you make sure this gets to Emily. Promise me.”

“I promise, Hotch, of course. You’ll do the same for me?”

“Yes.” Hotch held his hand out for a shake, but Derek just took it and held it, his hand warm and firm against Hotch’s. “We should start thinking about a fire. It’s going to get cold out here before too long.”

“I don’t think so, Hotch. I can’t walk, and you’re not looking too good.” Hotch couldn’t see himself, but he didn’t feel good either. His heartbeat was thready, but fast, like a hummingbird’s. His vision spun, and his grip was weakening by the minute. If he had been a praying man, Hotch would have started praying about now. But he didn’t really believe in God, so who was there to pray to? He turned his head up towards the darkening sky and thought of Emily.

It was fully dark now. Stars unlike anything Derek had seen in Chicago or D.C. lit up the sky, and he would have marveled at their beauty if not for the cold that was beginning to dig deep into his bones. Between the two of them, they had three jackets that they had sort of formed into a patchwork blanket over them, but it wasn’t enough. Hotch shivered against him, and Derek felt more powerless than he had at any point since the crash. His friend was dying, like it or not, of blood loss and hypothermia and god knew what else, and there was nothing he could do except wait for them to be found. They were both still awake. That was good. But they hadn’t seen a single car pass by in five hours, at least. That was bad.

“Come on, buddy, stay awake.” Derek shook Hotch gently, careful not to touch his bad shoulder. Hotch blinked rapidly, but he looked more exhausted than ever. In the dark light, he was ghostly pale.

“I’m up.”

“Good.” Together, they watched the stars for a bit. “Spencer taught me some of the constellations.” He pointed as he recognized them. “That’s Gemini, the twins. And Columba, the dove.”

“I never knew anything about astronomy. I always had a plan to learn, but then…”

“Time gets away from you.”

“Yeah, it does.”

“I was going to learn how to bake.” Hotch didn’t respond. “Hotch?” When Derek glanced down at him, Hotch’s eyes were just fluttering shut, and his muscles relaxed. He looked like a rag doll. “Hotch, come on. Come on, buddy. Come on.” Derek shook him more aggressively now, caring less about whether he hurt the busted shoulder. Hotch could recover from a dislocated shoulder, but he wasn’t going to get the chance if they didn’t get some help, and soon. “Help!” Derek screamed, his voice ripping through the empty black fabric of the desert. “Someone help us, goddamnit!” Other than an echo off the side of the ravine, there was nothing. And then there was something. At first, he thought maybe he was imagining it, or that it was just the stars reflecting off the red rocks. Then it got closer, and he realized what it was.

Headlights.

If he could have stood up, he would have, but he settled for screaming. “Help us! We’re down here!” The headlights slowed, and Derek saw them glance off the shiny black finish of the Lincoln SUVs he recognized so well. Four silhouettes appeared in the lights, and one of them shone a flashlight down. Derek flinched at the brilliant light, but still, he smiled, tears pouring down his cheeks.

“Morgan?” Rossi’s voice bounced off the rocks to reach him.

“You gotta get us out of here!”

“We’re coming down!” Carefully, but as quickly as they could, the four silhouettes clambered down the side of the cliff, which wasn’t so much a cliff as it was a steep, rocky hill. JJ reached them first, her eyes wide.

“Oh my god, what happened?”

“There was a deer in the road, I swerved… you get the rest. Look, we have to get Hotch out of here, he’s lost a lot of blood and he just passed out.”

“Hotch!” Emily, who had just arrived, rushed to him. “Rossi, give me a hand.” Together, the two of them managed to secure Hotch’s arms over their shoulders and begin to carry him out. Spencer was the last to arrive, passing Emily and Rossi on their way out. He gave a short, pained cry when he saw Derek sitting on the ground.

“I’m okay, kid.”

“No, you’re not! I- your legs!” Derek ignored this momentarily.

“JJ, call 911. I’ll have to stay down here until the ambulance comes, there’s no way you can get me out without a stretcher.”

“I have to go back up to get service.” She looked between Derek and Spencer nervously.

“I’ll stay with him. Go.” She began the climb back up, and Spencer knelt in front of Derek. “Derek, follow my finger.” Spencer held up a finger and waved it back and forth in front of Derek’s eyes. “What’s the date today?”

“February… uh…”

“Derek.”

“I can’t remember.” Spencer paused, his brow furrowed in focus, but relaxed.

“You’re almost certainly concussed, but so far, it seems like you’ve avoided major brain damage.”

“Oh. Good.” Despite the pain that hadn’t subsided since the crash, Derek managed a smile. “It’s good to see you, kid.”

“What the hell happened?” Spencer asked, uncharacteristically tender. His face was weary and ten years older than he had been this morning.

“Deer jumped into the road, I swerved. The car held up better than I would have expected.”

“You could’ve died.”

“I’m aware.” Spencer hesitated, searching Derek’s face with those big hazel eyes, the eyes that saw everything, like he had some kind of superhuman x-ray vision. “Spencer, I-” He was cut off by the sound of sirens. “Christ, that didn’t take long.”

“Well, we’ve kinda had a whole search party going for the last couple of hours.”

“You found me.” Spencer squeezed his hand, and if Derek’s heart hadn’t already been pounding, it would have started.

“I found you.” They were joined by a series of EMTs with a stretcher, who carried Derek out of the ravine, noting as they went the cleverness of the splints Hotch had made. No one said anything about Hotch.

Hotch woke up in a quiet, empty hospital room with sunlight streaming in through the windows and an oxygen mask over his face. The first thing he noticed was that he wasn’t in pain. They must have loaded him up with painkillers for his shoulder. Also, he wasn’t dead. That was nice. The door opened, and Emily stepped in, holding a Starbucks cup and looking dead tired. She didn’t seem to notice he was awake at first, and she leaned against the door, breathing slowly and deeply.

“Come on, Aaron. Wake up. Please.” He cleared his throat as best he could, and she jumped. “Oh my god!” He smiled.

“Hi.”

“I- hi.” She sat down in the chair beside his bed. “We were worried about you for a while there.”

“Yeah? Last thing I remember was Morgan telling me about constellations, and then…” He gestured to the room around them.

“You lost a lot of blood. If we’d gotten there even a few minutes later, I don’t-”

“You didn’t. You got there in time. Don’t think about what didn’t happen.” She brightened at that, a brilliant smile spreading across her face.

“Oh!” She jumped again, this time in recollection. “Your clothes are kind of ruined, but they found this in your pocket.” She pressed the letter, the one he’d written to her in what he thought were his last moments, into his hand.

“Did you… did you read it?” She shook her head, completely innocent to the letter’s contents. Good. He had hoped she wouldn’t have to read it. He hoped she would never have to read it.

“What is it?”

“Nothing. Just a contingency plan, I guess.” She nodded, as if that was enough explanation, although Hotch could tell it wasn’t.

“Listen, Hotch-”

“Emily, I-”

“You go first.”

“No, go ahead.” Emily folded her hands as if to steady them and stared at the spot just above Hotch’s head. Hotch recognized that well. She couldn’t bring herself to look into his eyes.

“You flatlined in the ambulance. Twice. And I’ve never been as scared in my life as I was those two times I thought you were gone for good.”

“Em-”

“No, let me finish. I know… there’s a lot of things we’ll have to figure out, but Hotch…” Her pleading, earnest eyes bore into him. “I think maybe I love you. I think maybe I have for a long time. And it’s not worth it for me to stay quiet anymore. If you need to transfer me to a different unit, um, I-”

“Emily.” Despite his gentle tone, she still looked up at him, shocked. “You’re not getting transferred.”

“Hotch, I can’t ask you to-”

“No, Emily. You’re not getting transferred and I’m not doing anything I don’t want to do.” Slowly but surely, he reached over to take her hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles, his eyes never leaving hers.

“...oh.”

“All I could think about out there was you and Jack. I’m not staying quiet anymore either.” Emily tried and failed to bite back a grin.

“We’re going to have to talk to HR.”

“Yep.”

“Strauss is going to flip her shit.”

“Strauss isn’t going to find out, and if she does, she’s going to have to take me down.”

“We’re doing this?”

“I’m up for it. Are you?” Emily didn’t hesitate. She just kissed him, careful to avoid his arm and stomach injuries. Hotch was honestly pretty sure it was the best kiss of his life. Almost made the near-death experience worth it.

Derek also woke up in a sunny hospital room, only his wasn’t empty and it was far from quiet. The first thing he heard was Spencer yelling.

“...I know you did an MRI, but you need to test his TBI and monitor his ICP! Christ, where did you get your medical degree, the internet?”

“Spencer.” His voice was low and raspy, but it got Spencer’s attention well enough. “Let the doctors do their jobs.”

“But they’re not, they’re not running all the tests they should be, and-”

“Spencer.” Like a petulant child, Spencer quieted, and the doctors took their chance to leave. He didn’t stay annoyed for long, he couldn’t help it.

“How are you feeling?” Derek sighed.

“Well, I’ve got one hell of a headache, but the painkillers seem like they’re doing their jobs.”

“You got lucky. Only one of your legs was a total fracture, and neither one caused much internal bleeding.”

“How about my nose? Is my face gonna be all fucked up?”

“It took a little plastic surgery, but your nose will be good as new.”

“Good. One of us has to be the pretty one, and we both know it’s supposed to be me.” Spencer tapped a nervous melody on his bony knee, which bounced like what Derek liked to call Restless Leg Syndrome On Steroids.

“You should have driven with us. I know you hate sitting in the backseat, but-”

“Spencer. It’s not your fault. Or mine.”

“Yeah. I got that.” Derek’s brows furrowed. What the hell did that mean? Spencer brushed his curls off his forehead, trying not to smile and failing desperately. He hugged Derek tightly, and Derek let him, despite his bruised ribs screaming.Derek unbaked deeply, taking in the scent of coffee and lemon soap he knew so well. He had nearly fallen into a trance when Spencer spoke. “So, French, huh?”

“What?” At first, Derek thought maybe he had gotten some severe brain damage. Then it clicked and he pulled out of Spencer’s arms, eyes wide and heart in his throat. “...you read it.”

“It fell out of your pocket in the ambulance. I thought…” Spencer laughed, a little bitterly. “I thought maybe it was your will.” Derek didn’t know what to say. He really was at a loss for words. Everything he had meant to say was in that letter, which Spencer had already read.

“Then you know how I feel about you.” Derek opted for confidence, with just a touch of defiance. He was daring Spencer to make the next move. Spencer, who had never been particularly daring in Derek’s eyes, made his move. He kissed Derek, so fast Derek didn’t register it until Spencer’s teeth grazed his lower lip, and his hands were already tangled in Spencer’s messy curls. When the kiss finally broke, Spencer flushed from his neck to his ears. “So. It’s probably a little late to ask if you feel the same way.”

“Sorry. I just… I thought I was being obvious for so long, and you just never noticed. I figured I couldn’t get more obvious than that.” Derek reached up to cup Spencer’s cheek, running his thumb over Spencer’s perfect pink lips.

“Je veux faire ça depuis longtemps,” he said, his face scrunched in concentration.

“Vous auriez dû le faire il y a des années,” Spencer replied.

“Yeah, I don’t know what that means.” They stared at each other in affectionate silence and then burst out laughing. It was the same easy warmth they had had between them for the last nine years, only now there was more. The love had not replaced the friendship, it was just another layer. Derek took Spencer’s hand and squeezed, smiling gratefully. “You saved my life, Spencer Reid. Not just because you got me out of that ravine. Not just because you bullied the doctors into giving me all the tests in the book. You saved me because I had something to fight for out in that Nevada desert, and I’ll always owe you for that.”

“You’ll never owe me anything.” Spencer shrugged. “Isn’t that kind of the point?”

“I’m sorry we won’t be able to go to that film festival.”

“Who says?”

“Uh, the plaster casts that’ll be on my legs for the next six to eight weeks?”

“So you’ll go in a wheelchair. You’re taking me out, man, just like you said you would.” Derek hesitated.

“Take me for a walk.”

“Huh?”

“Take me outside. Then we’ll talk.” Spencer shrugged.

“I’ll check with the doctors, but that should be fine. One second.”

Momentarily, they were outside. Across the street from the Nevada hospital, there was a decent park. Spencer pushes Derek in a wheelchair, tossing his hair in the cool winter breeze.

“Are you enjoying being home?” Derek asked.

“Alright, out with it,” Spencer said, ignoring the question. “What’s the deal? Why don’t you want to go?” Derek sighed.

“Come look at me.” Spencer circles around him and crouched so he was at eye level for Derek. “I don’t want to go because it’s in Baltimore.”

“And? What’s wrong with Baltimore? We go to Baltimore for drinks once a week.”

“Yeah. And how do we get to Baltimore?”

“Derek, whatever you’re trying to say, will you just say it?”

“I don’t want to get back in the car!” Derek shouted. “I don’t want to go to Baltimore because I don’t want to drive there.” Spencer stared at him analytically for a moment, then smiled softly and patted Derek’s knee.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. We’ll just watch action movies at your place.”

“And you’re… okay with that?”

“Yeah. I feel like I owe you that much, at least.”

“You’ll never owe me anything.” Derek pulled Spencer down to kiss him quickly, but sweetly. “Isn’t that kind of the point?”

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The CM fandom on TikTok is toxic. I can’t say anything without getting a massive load of hate comments on TikTok, so I’m gonna say it on here. Here’s the biggest problems we have on that app (not in order, and just from what I’ve seen).

1. STOP arguing about whether Spencer is a dom or a sub. He’s a fictional character and someone thinking he’s a dom, sub, or switch is not fucking hurting anyone. From what I’ve seen, it’s literally only the fans who see him as a sub who do this shit on there. That’s not to say there’s something wrong with seeing him as a sub because there’s not. There are loads of sub!spencer fans on Tumblr but you know what the difference between them and the sub!spencer fans on TikTok is? Sub!Spencer fans on Tumblr DON’T harass people for seeing him as a dom. Dom!spencer fans will literally just be vibing on the app and people just have to be like “did we even watch the same show lmao” “you’re delusional” “stfu 😐” “he would cry if you asked him to dom you haha”. This one especially hurts because Spencer Reid used to be my comfort character until I saw all of this on TikTok. The Spencer stans on TikTok literally shame people for seeing him as a dom so much to the point where I can’t stand Spencer anymore, like I genuinely can’t look at him without getting upset or irritated because I’m immediately reminded of these people and how stupid I felt for believing that he could be a dom. Every time I saw this (which was verryyyy often) it also sent me into a non-sexual subdrop. Every. Damn. Time. The one time I tried speaking about this on there, someone told me to “go back to the straight community”. So apparently because I’m a sub, I’m not bisexual. My bisexuality is completely invalid because I’m submissive. If you harass people for seeing him as a dom, let me ask you something. How is it hurting you? Like genuinely. Literally about a week ago I was in love with that man but THIS genuinely made me hate him. I can’t stand Spencer Reid anymore because of his stans on TikTok (if you’re a Spencer stan please don’t unfollow me I still love you and like I said you’re different from the ones on TikTok 🥲 pls I love you).

2. Homophobia 😐 I said it. Literally any time there’s a Jemily post :: “JJ was straight” “Hotchniss is better”. No one is saying you have to ship Jemily but you don’t have to put us gays down for shipping it.

3. Racism. “Derek is scary” “Shemar is scary” “Tara isn’t a main character” none of that is true, they’re just black and you’re racist. Tara has been on the show longer than Matt, Luke, Kate, Elle, Alex, Gideon, Ashley, and probably more that I just can’t think of right now. When the hell was Derek ever scary? He’s sweet, sexy, and funny. What the hell is scary about that?? And same goes for Shemar. This is even more harmful considering he’s a real person. Scary?? Shemar?? Shemar “I’m just in a silly goofy mood” Moore??? Bye 😐✋

There’s more but these are the ones that bothered me the most.

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Stud

It's their first night together, and Emily notices something she's never seen before.

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This is literally just some silliness based on this post. Because apparently, I have no self control

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Warnings: none!

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Emily groans as she wakes up, opening her eyes to find the room was still dark. There was a heavy arm over her waist and a chest pressed into her back. The sheets she was laying on smelt of him, and she smiles to herself as it all comes back to her.

They’d been talking around the subject of taking their relationship beyond a friendship for months. Both she and Aaron were nervous to ruin what they already had, but keenly aware that they could, and wanted to, have more. It shocked her when he was the one to make the first move after spending months convincing herself it would be her.

But he kissed her as she said goodbye to him one evening, taking her by surprise when he dropped her home after they’d been for dinner. His voice quiet as he asked if the next time they went out if it could be a date. She kissed him in response, her arms tight around his neck in a way that could only be interpreted as a yes.

Work had, of course, gotten in the way.

Almost a month went by between him asking her out and them actually being able to make it happen. They’d made out a few times in the interim, Aaron refusing to go any further before he took her to dinner, and it had slowly driven Emily insane. She knew he wanted her, that wasn’t up for debate, but his self-control might very well have been her undoing if it had carried on for too much longer.

When he finally took her out, to a restaurant they had been to before, it felt natural, Like they had always been doing this. The conversation flowed like it always had, but with her hand under his on the table.

He took her back to his, and she kissed him as soon as they were in his apartment. Her lips insistent against his as she let him know exactly where she wanted the evening to go. Thankfully, he was on the same page, his hold on her stronger than it had ever been, his grip enough to leave bruises on her hips.

She shifts against him in the bed, stretching slightly and hissing as some of her muscles protest.

Not that she’d ever tell him, but it had certainly been the wait.

She tries to wriggle out of his embrace, shifting towards the edge of the mattress and chuckles when he pulls her back towards him.

“No, Em,” he mumbles, clearly still mostly asleep, “stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she replies, her hand over his on her abdomen, “But I do need to pee, and if you don’t let me go it will happen here. And it is far too early in our relationship for that.”

Aaron kisses the back of her head and releases her, and she shivers as she stands, the cool air of his bedroom replacing him. She grabs his dress shirt from the floor and pulls it on, sighing as the scent of him surrounds her once more. She does up a couple of buttons as she walks towards his ensuite.

Once she’s done in the bathroom, not turning the light on so she didn’t wake herself up too much, she walks back towards the bed. She stops, smiling at the sight in front of her now her eyes had adjusted to the very low lighting.

He had rolled onto his back since she’d moved from his embrace, the way he was shifting slightly enough to let her know he was awake but just. She walks over and climbs into the bed, the warmth of the comforter, of him, enveloping her.

She snuggles into his side, smiling as he wraps an arm around her his palm warm against her back through the thin material of his shirt.

He’s half asleep, dozing in a way she wants to memorise. She knows seeing him like this will become part of her day to day, something she will one day wonder how she ever lived without. But she wants to remember this, the first time. She traces her fingers gently across his jaw, her eyes trailing over the slope of his nose in the low light of his bedroom.

He looked younger like this, less troubled. The weight of the world was no longer on his shoulders how he was mostly asleep.

Her fingers trail up to his cheek, his stubble scratching at her skin, and then back down to his ear. She pauses as her fingers hit a slight dip, furrowing her eyebrows as she grabs it between her thumb and her index finger. She leverages herself up on his chest with her other hand, tugging at his ear in a way that instantly makes him wake up.

“Oh my god.”

“Emily, what are you doing?”

They speak simultaneously as he tries to bat her hand away, but she persists, reaching past him to turn on the lamp on his nightstand.

“Did you have your ear pierced?” She asks, ignoring the fact she’d woken him up, intrigue and amusement blooming in her chest in equal measure.

“Em-”

She looks closer and sees the tiny scar as she pulls her thumb away, “Oh my god you did. How have I never noticed this before?” She asks, her glee at her discovery enough to make a smile spread across his face despite his rude awakening. She looks at him, meeting his eyes. “Were you…secretly cool?”

Aaron sighs, reaching to grab her hand that still had hold of his earlobe, linking their fingers together before he brings them to his lips, kissing her knuckles.

“You’re not going to let me sleep until I explain are you?” He quips, his eyebrow raised at her, but the adoring look on his face enough to let her know that he wasn’t even slightly annoyed. She simply nods in response, her lower lip caught between her teeth in a failed attempt to reign in her smile. Aaron shakes his head at her and tugs her towards him, encouraging her to lay against him again, gathering her in his arms. “I got it in high school.”

“I have so many questions.”

“It really isn’t as scandalous as you’re imagining, Em,” he says, his hand trailing up and down her arm, “Haley did it one day after school.” Emily tilts her head up to look at him, something she refused to call love at this stage thrumming through her veins at the look on his face, “She said she thought it would suit me, and I was 16 and an idiot in love for the first time so…I let her do it.”

She laughs, covering her mouth with her hand to try and stop herself, “Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh,” she laughs again, despite her words, and smiles widely at him, “I just can’t imagine you with an earring…was it a diamond?”

He glares playfully at her, his fingers briefly digging into her ribs in retribution, “No. It was just one Haley had laying around,” he explains, shaking his head at his past self, “It got infected very quickly and I had to take it out.”

“Poor baby,” she replies, scrunching her nose up at him, “It’s sweet though, that you let her pierce your ear just because she said she thought it would look cool.”

He hums into the top of her head, kissing her unruly hair, “I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t mention my dead ex-wife when I’m in bed with you.”

She pulls back to look at him, her eyebrows furrowing as she cups his cheek, “No, don’t be sorry,” she says, her thumb gentle against his cheekbone, “I like hearing about her, about your life with her.”

He turns his head to kiss her palm, “You sure?”

“Positive,” she replies, pressing her lips to his, sighing into the kiss, “I assume there are no photos of you with the pierced ear?”

Aaron huffs out a laugh and shakes his head, “Sorry sweetheart, you’ll just have to use your imagination.”

She sighs jokingly as if she’s been massively inconvenienced, before leaning her head back onto his shoulder.

“I guess that will have to do,” she says, reaching out for his hand and linking their fingers, marvelling at how they fit together. If she believed in soulmates, which she didn’t, she’d think they were made for each other. “It’s a shame really,” she says, and he hums, reaching out and turning the lamp off.

“What’s a shame?”

“For a moment there, I thought maybe I was dating a bad boy, or a punk rocker or something,” she jokes, squealing in a way she would later deny if he brought it up when he tickles her. “I’ve dated enough bad boys though,” she admits kissing the skin above the neckline of his t-shirt, “So I’m glad that’s not the case.”

“Good,” he replies, kissing her temple, “Because there’s only room for one punk rocker in this relationship.”

She frowns in the darkness of his bedroom, wondering what on earth he was talking about, and then it clicks.

Her high school photo.

“Oh, I am going to kill, Penelope Garcia.”

-x-

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[jetaime-jespere]

hi i hope all is well! please feel free to ignore this if it is too hard to answer or puts any stress on you but i was wondering if you are still writing fan fiction. i noticed recently you have been less active (totally understandable considering the world seems to be getting back to a version of normal) but i was just curious if you think you are going to continue to write hotchniss fanfiction? i adore all of your works and i just wanted to see if you would be continuing (if not that is totally fine). anyways regardless of whether you are still writing i wish you all the best!

Hi 🙂 I’m sorry it took a little time to answer this. I am still writing and will continue to (hopefully). Lately it has been slow for a few reasons but mostly because - I am a perfectionist in all aspects of life and more often than not hold myself to unmeetable standards. Writing has been hard because for the last month or so I’m just not pleased with anything I come up with or how it turns out in relation to those standards, so I’ve been terrible with posting as often as I used to… I think about it a lot, and I feel guilty about it because there are so many of you who are constantly so supportive and lovely so I want to keep writing, but the “what if it’s not good enough” mentality has been standing in my way for awhile. It’s hard and not something I’d wish on anyone who finds writing to be an outlet because the added pressure sucks the joy out of it very quickly.💓 thank you for being so kind- I am very grateful for readers like you!

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[thesiriusmoon]

Heyy, so I really want to start writing like little fanfics or something on here? I currently have 2 in my drafts and they’re quite long- and was looking for some inspiration to get me started! I’m thinking of writing things for ships, just in general things, platonic relationships, hurt/comfort, comfort, and X reader. If you have any certain setting or situations you would like to read and have me write for you, just request in my message box or the ask thingy! ❤️

I’m not 18 YET (2 months away) so I won’t be doing any NSFW

I might also change my mind about this lol but atm I’m all for it and want to write!!

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[sequinsmile-x]

off topic lmao.

you were the first hotchniss writer i followed and i started following you when you were writing ITSWM.

you know that i was ANXIOUS when i got the notification saying you had posted a new chapter because that fan fiction broke me????? it was so well written and so sad and so beautiful that i felt part of the story and for the first minutes i used to shake while reading it.

you are so talented and you deserve all the good in the world because you are a super kind person.

ily 🫶🏼

Ohh thank you so much ❤️❤️ the WTB series, specifically ITSWM, will always have a special place in my heart. And it means so much that other people have enjoyed it too ❤️

I hope you enjoy the final instalment later this week. (Note: it’s made me cry whilst I’m writing it…so have snacks to hand)

[sequinsmile-x]

Transformation

Aaron takes his eyes off of her for one second, and his little girl manages to give herself a haircut.

This is just pointless fluff, and I'm not sorry about it.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: None. But very fluffy so watch out for your teeth kids.

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Emily was working late, her new post as Unit Chief of the BAU an adjustment for the whole family. Aaron had been promoted to Section Chief at the same time, his new role allowing him more time at home with their family. A change he had not so secretly welcomed when it was offered to him. It was strange, being left behind when Emily and the team went off on cases, but he treasured the time he had with the kids. Jack, now on the cusp of being a teenager, and Olivia, 4 years old and full of her mother’s attitude, seemed to enjoy having him around more too.

Aaron was doing paperwork in his home office, Jack at a friend's house for the evening and Olivia sitting on his office floor entertaining herself. Surrounded by toys and her imagination, making her dolls talk to each other. He catches snippets of what she is saying, her use of the word ‘suspect’ breaking through and making him make a mental note to be more careful about what they spoke about in front of her.

He isn’t sure how much time has passed, the paperwork he is buried in taking over, but all of a sudden it was quiet. Too quiet. He looks to the floor of his office and Olivia’s toys are abandoned, the door now more open than it had been before.

Aaron doesn’t think he’s ever moved so quickly in his life. He’s out of his home office and down the stairs in seconds. He hears noise coming from the kitchen, giggling that usually fills his chest with air, his heart with love. He turns the corner and the sight in front of him makes his eyes widen in a way he’s sure would look comical.

A chair had been dragged from the kitchen island to the counter, his 4 year old daughter proudly sitting on the counter itself, the drawer next to her wide open. Olivia had scissors in one hand, and a chunk of her hair in the other, a smile on her face as she notices he’s there. Her hair is uneven, cut way too short in a few sections in the front.

“Daddy!”

“Hey, Livie.” He says, stepping towards her, taking the scissors from her and lifting her into his arms to settle her on his hip, her little fist still clutching her hair. “What have you done?”

“Look like Mommy!” She says proudly, smiling widely at him in a way he can’t help but return.

Aaron Hotchner was sure of two things. His daughter had attempted to give herself bangs, and his wife was going to kill him.

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Emily sighs as she closes the front door behind her, relief flooding through her as she puts her keys down and shrugs off her coat. The chill from the night air giving way to the warmth of her home, the comfort she instantly felt whenever she walked through the door.

“I’m home.” She calls out, unzipping her boots and putting them away, walking further into the house. She frowns, the usual sound of little feet on the hardwood floor as Olivia immediately ran to her nowhere to be found. “Aaron? Livie?”

She walks further unto the house and hears voices from upstairs so she follows them into her bedroom. She walks in and finds Aaron sitting on their bed, Olivia in his arms, sobbing her little heart out.

“Hey, look who’s home.” Aaron says, trying to coax the little girl's face away from his shoulder to no avail. “Mommy’s here.”

Emily is across the room in seconds, sitting next to Aaron on the bed, her hand on her daughter's back.

“What happened?” She asks, looking at her husband, all the worst case scenarios filling her head. “Is she hurt?”

Aaron shakes his head. “We had a bit of an incident with the scissors, didn’t we, Livie?” He turns his attention fully to Emily, a look on his face that said he’d explain in full later. “She gave herself a haircut.”

Emily frowns at him, eyebrows creased as she opens her mouth to ask him how the hell their 4 year old got hold of scissors, but a slight shake of his head stops her.

“Well, what are all these tears about then?” She asks Olivia, her hand cupping the back of her head. Olivia mumbles something against Aaron’s shoulder that Emily can’t hear, so she looks back up at him, her eyebrow raised.

“She tried to give herself bangs so she can look like you.” Aaron says, a tender smile on his face. “It didn’t quite turn out that way.”

Emily feels her heart swell, having to bite her lip to keep the smile back at the thought that her daughter, who was already very much her double, wanting to be exactly like her.

“Baby, please let Mommy see.” She says, running her hand up and down Olivia’s back. “We can fix it.”

Olivia sniffs and finally pulls back from Aaron to look at her mother. It takes all of Emily’s political training not to react. Her daughter's long, beautiful dark hair was hacked at the front, chunks of it missing sporadically, partially cut in bangs that were somehow too long and too short at the same time.

“Oh come here, sweet girl.” Emily says holding her arms out, Olivia immediately climbing into her embrace, her arms tight around her mothers neck. “We’ll get it fixed.” She feels Olivia’s wet face pressed against her chest and she rubs a hand up and down her back. “I’ll take you out tomorrow ok?” She pulls back and looks at her daughter, wiping tears away from her face. “You’re ok.”

Olivia nods and then leans forward into her mother’s arms again, her favourite place to be. Emily soothes her until she falls asleep, worn out from her emotions. Emily looks down and once she’s sure she’s asleep she looks at Aaron, an eyebrow raised at her husband.

“How the hell did she even know where the scissors were?” Emily asks, her voice full of mirth.

“I have no idea.” Aaron groans, leaning forward so his head was in his hands. “I had my eye off of her for 5 minutes at most.” He sighs. “I’m sorry, Em.”

“It happens, honey.” She says, putting a hand on his shoulder, knowing any reprimand she had for him would be nothing compared to how much he was going to chastise himself. “At least this is better than the time Jack spilt an entire pack of my hair dye all over the bathroom. There’s still a stain on the ceiling even now.”

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Emily looks down at her daughter and smiles when she feels the slight tug on her hand, the way Olivia grips at her pant leg and tries to hide behind her as they walk into the hair salon. Emily turns to the receptionist and gives her an apologetic smile, and receives an understanding nod in return, before turning back to her daughter. She bends down to Olivia’s level, placing a hand on her back as the little girl gets closer to her, nervously eyeing all the strangers as she leans into Emily’s side, her fingers clutching at her mother’s shirt.

She was always such a lively little girl around her friends and family, throwing herself at people she loved for hugs and talking at them until they had to tell her to take a breath. But around strangers Olivia was guarded, shy in a way that worried Emily sometimes. Concerns that her daughter would struggle to make friends when she started school the following year keeping her up at night. Aaron’s gentle reassurances that Jack had been the same, the now pre-teen as outgoing as they came, was the only thing that would help.

“Remember what we spoke about, baby?” Emily says, tucking some of Olivia’s uneven hair behind her ear. “Mommy’s friend, Natalie, is going to fix your hair.”

Emily looked up to see her hair stylist standing in front of them, a kind smile on her face.

“Hi Olivia, I’ve heard a lot about you.” Natalie enthuses, smiling at Emily when the little girl shrinks back even further.

Emily stands and lifts Olivia onto her hip, little fists grabbing onto the neckline of her shirt.

“Thank you for fitting us in at the last minute, Nat.” Emily says. “I didn’t want to attempt to fix it myself.”

“No problem at all, it happens more often than you’d think.” Natalie says, guiding them further into the salon. “Now, Miss Olivia, can I look at that gorgeous little face of yours?”

Olivia slowly pulls her face out of Emily’s neck and looks at the other woman, a shy smile on her face. Natalie looks at her hair before turning back to Emily.

“It should be quite easily sorted, I’ll cut it shorter, add in some bangs and you won’t even be able to tell she’s tried her hand at being a hairstylist.” Natalie says before turning back to Olivia. “Now, do you want to sit on Mommy’s lap whilst I cut your hair?”

“Yes, stay with Mommy.” Olivia says, seeming to relax slightly.

“You heard the girl, Emily.” Natalie laughs, “Take a seat.”

It doesn’t even take 20 minutes, and Olivia’s hair is done. Her once waist length hair now just below her shoulders, bangs cut in to match Emily’s. The way Olivia smiles when she sees her and Emily in the mirror together, their almost matching haircuts shining back at them, makes any thoughts of how grown up her baby looks momentarily disappear.

________

Olivia lights up when they get home and Jack and Aaron make a big deal about her hair cut, fresh enthusiasm for it rolling off of the little girl as she climbs into her big brother's lap. Emily tries to smile when Olivia tucks her now much shorter hair behind her ear, a move she had clearly picked up by watching her, and she knows she needs a minute to herself.

When Aaron suggests that they have hot chocolates together and watch a movie, their favourite weekend activity when they were all in town, Emily volunteers to make the drinks immediately, heading to the kitchen quickly.

Aaron follows her, able to tell that something wasn’t quite right. He watches as Emily busies herself in the kitchen to make the hot chocolate, a tension in her shoulders that he recognised. She was holding something back, emotions she didn’t want to set free.

“Em.” He says, eyebrows furrowed as he walks over to her and puts a hand on her lower back, she stops what she's doing, her hands coming to a stop on the kitchen counter. “You ok?”

“It’s stupid.” She says, her voice tight.

“Sweetheart,” he puts his hands on her hips and turns her to face him, holding her in place just in front of him, “You’re never stupid.” He lifts a hand from her hip and tucks some of her hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek slightly. “What is it?”

“It’s just…” She drifts off, a sigh turning into a wry chuckle as the sound of Jack and Olivia playing in the next room floats through the kitchen. “She looks so grown up.”

He really doesn’t mean to laugh, but it escapes him before he can stop it.

“See, it’s stupid.” She says, attempting to turn away from him but he stops her.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh.” He says, kissing her quickly as an apology. “She’s 4. A haircut doesn’t change that.”

“I know.” She laments, leaning forward to rest her forehead against his shoulder. “But she looks so different and before I know it she won’t need me anymore-”

“Em, baby.” He cuts her off before she can spiral any further, Olivia and Jack being the only topic that could ever make her spiral in the first place, his hand gentle on the back of her head. “You do realise she wants you all the time, right?”

Emily lifts her head from his shoulder and looks at him, tears shining in her eyes that makes his heart clench in his chest.

“You’re her favourite person on the planet, love.” He says, his thumb quickly wiping away a tear that escaped her lash line. “She’ll be 24 and that will still be true.”

Emily laughs and nods, hugging him tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“If you ever tell anyone I cried over our daughter having her hair cut I’ll kill you.”

He agrees with a laugh and a kiss against the top of her head. He knew now wasn’t the time to remind her that she cried in front of the entire team during Olivia’s first Halloween when she saw their baby girl in her costume.

“It’s too quiet.” Emily says suddenly, pulling back from him and walking to the living room, Aaron just behind her. They stop in the hallway and smile at the sight in front of them. Jack and Olivia were cuddled up next to each other on the couch, a movie the little girl had clearly chosen on the tv. “Oh look at them, Aaron.”

Emily looks up at him and sees unshed tears shining in his eyes and she smiles, reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Come on, honey. Let’s go make the drinks and then join them.” She says, linking her fingers through his and pulling him back towards the kitchen.

“Em-”

“I know, I know, if I tell anyone you cried at the kids-”

“No, not that.” He says, a serious look on his face. “I’m glad this is our life.”

She smiles at him, a bright beautiful thing that made his stomach flip even after all these years.

“Me too.”

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[sequinsmile-x]

hello my dear friend here’s me giving you a prompt:

imagine emily referring to aaron as her ex boyfriend when he becomes her fiancé or husband. it started as a joke but it annoys him, so she continues 🥰

Your wish is my command love <3

Lucky

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: Very, very fluffy.

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Let me know what you think <3

It starts as a joke. Something she finds funny at the engagement party her mother and Penelope had conspired to throw them. Emily and Aaron the reluctant centre of attention all evening, accepting congratulations from people they barely knew,

An endless stream of champagne and Aaron’s hand taking semi permanent residence on her hip relaxes her, keeps her from snapping as her mother makes them do the rounds again, a tight smile on her face.

“And this must be Aaron.” Her mother’s friend says, his name already forgotten by Emily.

She nods, a smile on her face. “Yes this is Aaron Hotchner, my ex-boyfriend.”

Aaron’s hand tightens on her hip, and she can’t help but laugh at the look on Elizabeth’s face, the way she sighs almost in defeat.

“Emily likes to think she’s funny, Malcolm.” Elizabeth says, her eyes firm before she turns to her friend. “This is Aaron, Emily’s fiancé.”

When they are alone again, their time just the two of them short until they get home, he turns her into his arms. His eyebrow raised as she takes a sip of her drink.

“Ex-boyfriend? Really?” He deadpans, unable to stop the twitch of a smile on his lips.

“What?” She asks, quickly stamping a kiss on his lips. “Am I wrong?”

She does it twice more that evening, and the way he sighs only encourages her further.

__________

Emily was bored. It was itching at her, making the minutes feel like hours.

A naive part of her hoped that the case they had just got back from would make them miss this, the phone call to her mother already practised in her head that they wouldn’t be able to make it.

She hadn’t been that lucky.

It’s how she found herself in a function room at a hotel in downtown DC, wanting nothing more than to go home and curl up with Aaron in their own bed. Her back aching slightly from the lumpy mattress in their poor excuse for a hotel bed.

“You need to cover your disdain at least a little.” He whispers in her ear, coming up behind her, one hand automatically on her hip whilst the other holds a glass of wine proffered out to her, his wedding ring gleaming in the low light of the room. She takes the glass from him and takes a sip, leaning back into him.

“How long do you think we need to stay?” She asks, a contented sigh escaping her as he kisses her temple.

“She’ll want us to do the rounds at least once.” He says, his voice equally as weary as hers.

“You married into this.” She groans, turning in his arms, an eyebrow quirked at him as she leans up to kiss him. “I was born into it, I had no choice.”

“Like I could have chosen to do anything other than love you.”

Emily rolls her eyes, crinkling her nose at him, a blush creeping onto her cheeks like it did whenever he said something like that. His love for her obvious, unashamed in his affection for her.

“You are ridiculous.” She replies, naked adoration for him written all over her face despite her admonishment.

“Emily.”

She blows out a breath and turns to look at her mother, a fake smile on her face as she acknowledges her presence.

The wine loosens her up a little, makes her more mischievous as the evening goes on. So when she sees her chance she can’t help herself, another one of her mother’s powerful friends boring her with their not so subtle brags about their achievements.

She feels relief when she sees her husband walking towards them.

She introduces Aaron as her ex-boyfriend just to see the bore in front of her splutter over his drink, the sigh that escapes Aaron is always worth it. His reaction was the same as it had been the first time she said it at their engagement party almost two years prior.

“You are in trouble when we get home.” Aaron whispers into her ear when they are alone again, his hold on her right.

“You promise?”

___________

By the time they get home it’s late, her exhaustion from the case and the late night seeping into her bones. Her movements slow as she walks into their en-suite to get ready for bed. Aaron walks in not long after her, having said goodnight to Jessica and popping his head in on Jack, the young boy fast asleep.

She catches his eye in the mirror as she removes the last of her make up, patting a towel to her face. Aaron walks up behind her and presses his lips to her shoulder.

“Baby, you have got to stop introducing me as your ex-boyfriend.” He smiles against her skin.

She puts the towel down and turns in his arms, a wry smile on her face. “But you aren’t my boyfriend anymore.”

“No I’m not, but I am your husband.” He says, irritation colouring his voice that had never worked on her, even before she knew how it felt to be loved by him, how it felt to love him. Any sternness that he wore like armour falling away, useless against her as she saw what he hid underneath.

She smiles at him, biting her lip as she palms his cheek, her thumb stroking the skin just below his eye.

“I’ll stop doing it when you stop reacting.”

He groans and she laughs, leaning forward to kiss him, his hand coming to grip at her waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of her dress.

“I don’t know why I put up with you.” He murmurs against her lips, kissing her again as he holds her closer.

“Because you love me.” Emily replies, kissing him once more before she pulls back, smiling as her hand drifts to his hair so she can scratch her nails against his scalp. She loves the way he relaxes against her, the reaction automatic. Something she learnt years ago during their first night together. The way she’d help him to get back to sleep after a nightmare had gripped at him, pulling him out of slumber until she could get him back there. Remind him that he was safe and loved.

“I do.” He says, kissing her cheek before he moves away from her completely. She squeals out a laugh when he pats her ass as she turns from him, her concentration back on getting ready for bed.

They move around each other in their en-suite like it’s a well practiced dance. Aware of each other’s routines and presence like it was a part of themselves.

They settle into bed, his arms automatically wrapping around her as they lay together. His hand comes to rest under her pillow, his other arm over her waist, his hand on her hip.

“Aaron?” She murmurs, her voice quiet in the sanctuary of their bedroom.

“Yes sweetheart?” He runs his thumb over her hip, her skin soft against the calluses of his own.

“You’re the best ex-boyfriend I’ve ever had.”

He sighs, and tightens his grip on her when she laughs, pulling her back closer to his chest. His lips pressed against the back of her head.

“You’re lucky I love you.” He grumbles affectionately. She grabs the hand resting on her hip and raises it to her lips, kissing his knuckles before hugging his arm to her chest.

“I really am.”

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