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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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Sleepless Seattle

Request from anon: hotch x reader who has insomnia? maybe with; “Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night. Or if you went to bed, for that matter.”

Aaron Hotchner x platonic!reader

Summary: When you can't sleep, you work, and a certain Unit Chief notices you've been working a little too much.

A/N: cheesy title, I know, but it works and it makes sense so we're going with it.

CW: reader has mild depression, talks about medication, medication changes, medication side effects

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There were certain things in life that could be deemed necessary evils- taxes, politicians, and medication changes just to name a few. Currently the latter was kicking you in the ass.

Your depression was mild enough that it didn’t disturb your daily life until it did- you’d be okay for a while and then spend weeks on end just going through the motions, alive but not truly living. Medication helped significantly, to the point that you could go a few years without falling into the darkness, but sometimes they would slowly stop working. It would start with feeling more fatigued than normal and escalate to feelings of emptiness.

And then you’d have to go through a dreaded medication change.

You’d once heard that psychiatric medications were a crap shoot- the doctor would prescribe something and hope it would work, and when it didn’t they would try something else. That cycle would repeat until they found a drug that did it's job. You were lucky enough that you’d been able to take the same medication for nearly three years before it started to lose its effect, but now that it had stopped working, you were thrown into the chaos of trial and error in an attempt to find some new drug that would help stabilize your mood.

You’d been on this new one for about two months, and so far it was better than the last one you had tried, but it still wasn’t ideal. When you first started it, the dizziness hit you like a truck for a few days. After it subsided it hadn’t come back. Now the only side effects you were experiencing were a mild change in appetite and some pretty terrible insomnia.

You could fall asleep, but after about two hours you’d wake up and be unable to get any more shut-eye for a few hours. It seemed pointless to waste waking hours staring at the ceiling trying to fall asleep when you knew you weren’t going to- so you worked. The hotel you were staying at was right across the street from the Seattle field office, so you packed up your files and walked the short distance in the dark. It was the third night you had done this, so the night security guard just gave you a smile and a nod as you entered the building.

The evidence board was nearly full. You studied it carefully, picking apart every detail of every scene, jotting things down on a blank white board, but you still couldn’t get anywhere. As much as you hated to admit it, the team would probably have to wait for another victim to turn up in order to complete the profile. Still, you kept working. Rain pounded on the roof and clouds blocked out the sun, which is how you ended up losing track of time. Before you knew it, you were on your fourth cup of coffee and the rest of the team was arriving at the office.

“Watch out, Reid,” Morgan joked as he entered the room. “(Y/L/N) is trying to outdo you on the amount of coffee they can drink during this case.” He threw away your several empty styrofoam cups for you.

“How long have you been here?” Hotch asked you as he sat down at the table, ready to review the same evidence again and hoping he would notice something new.

“A couple hours,” you downplayed. “I’m going to get more coffee. Anyone need a refill?”

The murmur of “No thank you” and “I’m good, thanks” answered you as the team got to work and you left to go to the coffee station. You hadn’t even noticed your boss had followed you until you had set up the machine to brew.

“(Y/L/N),” Hotch started. “Is everything alright?”

You replied casually. “Yeah, this case is just making me antsy. That’s all.” It was a lie, and Hotch had been a profiler long enough and knew you well enough to catch it. The coffee finished brewing and you poured yourself a cup, adding in some creamer before turning to go back to the room where the rest of the team was.

But Hotch was standing in your way. The frown on his face was more pronounced than it usually was; the look in his never-blinking eyes less serious and more concerned than normal.

“(Y/N).” The sound of your boss using your first name made you stop. “Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night. Or if you went to bed, for that matter.”

You felt your face blanch. “I went to bed when the team got to the hotel last night.” That was the truth.

Hotch’s expression took on a level of seriousness again. “How long did you sleep for?”

“Two hours. Maybe three?” You looked down, unable to meet his stare. “It’s just a side effect of my new medication. I’m fine, really. My doctor said it should go away in a few weeks.”

Hotch sighed quietly and held out his hand. Reluctantly, you gave him your fresh coffee. He emptied it in the sink and tossed the cup into the trash can. “No more coffee. You can work on the case until you feel tired, but once you do, you need to get some sleep.”

There was no point in arguing. The two of you walked back to the evidence room and began working. The combination of the gray sky through the window and the quiet of the room began to make you feel sleepy. You yawned, your eyes beginning to feel heavy and your limbs feeling fatigued.

Hotch looked at you from across the table. He nodded his head toward the couch in the room- an unspoken “go lay down.”

You closed your work and walked lazily to the couch, flopping down on it and closing your eyes. Within minutes you were sleeping peacefully on the old sofa, your soft breathing and the shuffling of papers were the only sounds in the room.

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 10 months

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･*:.｡.─_*✧.｡.:*･# ﾟCRIMINAL MINDS ﾐ

Warnings = **

x teen!reader / x child!reader / x daughter!reader / x gn!reader / x reader / x sibling!reader / son!reader / romantic!reader / ftm!reader / mtf!reader

I don’t own Criminal Minds or any of the characters in Criminal Minds , I only own the imagines that I have created in tumblr or wattpad.

Main masterlist

*✧.｡.:*･# CHARACTERS ﾐ

IMAGINE

Chocolate & Movies ** - your dad helping you with period cramps - Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader

SERIES

The Team Baby ** - just a bunch of fics with reader being the youngest bau member - father figure Aaron Hotchner x youngest!Bau!reader, Bau x youngest!Bau!reader (coming soon)

HEADCANON

#x reader #x teen #x teen!reader #x you #x female!reader #x male!reader #aaron hotchner x platonic!reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x teen!reader #bau x reader #bau x youngest!bau!reader #Spencer Reid x teen!reader #aaron hotchner x teen!reader

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beelmons · 11 months

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BAU men salsa dancing headcanons

Rossi is surprisingly good at it, although his movements are more on the stiff side. He does mostly the basic steps, like an uncle dancing at a wedding. He will spin you once or twice and even pull one of those leaning endings just as a show off.

Hotch is stiff, like, spaghetti before boiling stiff. The first time he dances, it's an awkward mess, although he grasped the steps pretty quickly. The second time, he is just as stiff but with more technique, he probably took a salsa class on the side. Basic steps only, playfully spins you off beat just so he can hug you, has a blast because he sees you have a blast.

Morgan is good, mad good. He will know how to spin you, cha cha cha, drop it and reverse it. He was probably forced to learn when Garcia was too shy to go to a class by herself, and surprise, surprise, he was excellent at it. If you are not careful, he might be even better than you. Can take it slow and simple if that's the mood, he is just happy to shake his but a bit.

Spencer knows the origins, raise, and fall of salsa dancing. He knows the names of all the steps by heart, and even the speed at which his body should move. Little problem? It just doesn't. He stumbles and steps on feet time and again, he won't look up from looking at his feet as he recites what the movements are supposed to look like. When he finally relaxes, he can sort of do it well, it's awkward and very basic, it's more you taking the lead, spinning him, and moving his arms, but it's nonetheless fun. He also has a last although he ended up breathless.

Luke is effortless, my man is latino, so you know he was peer pressured into learning growing up. He sings while he dances and will always take the lead. He prefers the simple, more casual steps, though if he gets lost in the music, he will begin to show off. He definitely smiles the entire time like a good performer, and will even do the 'two at a time' steps if any of the girls join you om the dance floor.

Matt is similar to Rossi, he got some of the steps down, but won't go as far as doing over complicated spins. He is elegant and less stiff, since he is tall, like, very tall, it looks a bit clumsy, but he always enjoys himself when he is dancing. He will, however, get tired pretty quickly, even when he is used to all types of cardio, the dancing just takes too much brain effort.

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reveseke · 3 months

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thinking about the reader being nicknamed as a crow, the crow of the team in fact. Solely known for his job title but also known for being a gift-giver. He just randomly gives whatever little things he finds to his teammates as little gifts that he deems suitable for it; Reid, Morgan, Garcia, Hotch, Prentiss, JJ, and so on.

Garcia and Reid would most honestly have them in a jar or something, sorted. Reid would most likely just leave a few little things in the pocket of his jackets or otherwise in some sort of container orginized. Prentiss would probably have something in her pockets or in one of the shelves. Morgan, JJ & Hotch keep them, but have very little idea what they would do with them (lies, give them to the kids if they feel like it. :D Morgan doesn't even have to give to his kid, he could give them to his sisters if he wanted to tbh.). Rossi probably would just forget them somewhere, same with Gideon mostly and just randomly find them and be amused by it.

Hotch doesn't mind Reader doing it as long as it doesn't distract him from the job. Also check the pockets before boarding the plane because someone most likely has something metallic in their pockets that R has found and given them (including [especially] him if R tended to be absentminded & forget things easily) that would set off the metal detectors.

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mxssingmemories · 5 months

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boundaries // hotch & rossi x platonic!reader

summary: after hotch confronts you in his office, you react intensely. rossi is worried. comfort ensues, hotch and rossi are honorary father figures.

wc: 3k~

warnings: reader’s boyfriend is abusive and a piece of shit, yelling, happy ending i swear

“Okay, what’s going on?” Hotch asks, shutting the door to his office behind you. His tone is slightly concerned and you know he’s not letting this go by the look on his face; his eyebrows are folded down and he’s frowning. You sigh and flop down on the chair in the corner of his office, looking down at the floor like it killed your best friend.

“Listen, whatever’s going on, we can fix it. Even if you don’t want my help, it’s got to be fixed, kid. Just tell me what’s going on. Even Reid came to me about this. You know I can’t just let it go,” he said, his expression tight as he stared at you. The tension in the room was high as your eyes widened. Whatever Hotch wanted to accomplish with this “chat”, it was clear to the both of you it wasn’t going to get far. You stood up and slowly started walking towards him with squinted eyes.

“What is your problem, Hotch? I am perfectly fine! Even if I wasn’t, you have no right to say shit like that! That’s my damn business, not yours!” you yelled, jamming a finger at his chest. On a normal day, you wouldn’t even think about saying any of this to your boss. Your brain didn’t process the consequences at all, but Hotch’s did.

“Y/L/N! You do not speak to me like that! I am your boss-” he started, but was cut off by the door slamming behind you as you walked out. He deflated instantly, sitting back in his chair as all the tension drained out of his body.

The stairs creaked as you stomped down them. The whole team looked up at the noise with slightly concerned facial expressions.

“You alright, kid?” Rossi asked, attempting to pace his gait with yours. You were practically running through the office. Rossi prided himself on being quite agile, but even he was no match for you.

“Fuck off,” you grumbled. Rossi’s eyes widened as he froze in his place. When his wits came back to him, he took a few steps back towards the group. “Jesus, ragazza,” he whispered as he watched you walk away.

“The hell’s her problem?” Morgan asked Rossi, holding his hands up placatingly when he received nothing but a death glare.

“Guess it’s her time of the month,” Derek muttered to himself, eyes widening when he realized how loud he actually said it.

“Derek Morgan. I will beat your ass,” Rossi deadpanned, already starting to walk out of the doors to follow you. You’d left a bit of a trail when you stormed out. Your phone laid by the top step of the stairs and so did your badge. The older agent picked up your phone & badge and tucked it in his pocket, knowing you'd end up wanting that later.

You walked speedily, fueled by the anger still coursing through you at the situation. You had a certain level of respect for Hotch-he was your boss, after all-but in your eyes, he had stepped way over the boundary. Deep down, you knew he had good intentions, but that didn’t excuse his overstepping.

You sat down on the pavement with a sigh, your gaze falling to the ground as your brain ran 1,000 miles a minute. Rossi's presence was made evident when he sat down beside you, holding your phone in one hand and badge in the other. You kept your eyes steadily on the ground, pointedly ignoring him. Of course Rossi was not one to give up, reaching his hand out further as he silently asked for acknowledgement of his presence.

"Hey, ragazzino, I know you're pissed, but I'm here for you. I just want to help." he said reassuringly, a kind smile on his face as you finally made eye contact. Quickly, you grabbed your belongings from his hand.

"Thank you," you said softly.

Rossi smiled at you as you slowly leaned against him, bringing an arm around you as he took a deep breath.

"Listen, piccola, I promise Hotch didn't mean anything bad. We both know I have no idea what happened, but he wouldn't try to hurt you on purpose." the older agent reassured you, watching your facial expressions attentively as you tried to come up with an appropriate response.

"He breached boundaries, Rossi. Even if he didn't mean to hurt me, he went too damn far. I can't just move on from that!" You half-cried, half-yelled as tears gathered in your eyes. The minute your body started to shake, Rossi took his cue and gathered you in his arms. He held you tightly as you let everything out, loud sobs escaping your mouth as you buried your head in his chest. He rubbed your back lightly, the comforting touch grounding you slightly in the midst of what seemed like hell.

"It's okay, tesoro, let it out. I'm here," he cooed, rocking you back and forth like a baby. Rossi couldn't lie when he said the emotional reaction you had surprised him. After almost three years of being on the team, they hadn't seen you cry once. Even after you'd gotten kidnapped and shot by the Reaper himself, you held steadfast. His heart hurt as he watched you fall apart in his arms, only tightening his grip on you as your cries started to die down. When you were ready, you pulled back. Your head was still resting on Rossi, but you could see him now. The tears in his eyes came as a shock to you, and you looked up at him questioningly but he just shook his head. He reached into his pocket with his free hand and handed you a tissue.You accepted gratefully. Taking it with a sniffle, you wiped your eyes as you desperately tried to regain your composure.

"Do you want to talk about it?" the older agent asked softly as he looked into your eyes. You took a deep breath as you nodded, shifting your position to be able to sit beside him.

"You remember Alexander?" you asked quietly, so quietly in fact Rossi had to physically lean closer in order to hear you.

"As in your boyfriend Alexander? Yeah, I do." he spoke, watching you carefully as you planned your words out.

"He, uh. He didn't like me going out with you guys for dinner." you nervously said, your face dropping as you saw the confusion evident in David's eyes.

"He yelled. Really loud, Rossi. He didn't even let me explain, he just yelled and he kicked me out. I don't even know why I let him, that's my damn apartment. I slept on the street for two nights straight." Rossi's eyes widened as he realized the full extent of the situation, the anger for your "boyfriend" calming down as his paternal instincts kicked in.

“Angel, no one should ever treat you like that. Do you have a place to stay tonight?" he asked softly, and you nodded.

"I got the balls to kick him out two days ago. I don't know why I didn't do it sooner. He just made me feel so small, Dave. I didn't know I could even feel like that. I thought he loved me!" you choked, your voice breaking once again as you brought the situation out in the open. For the second time in thirty minutes, David pulled you into his arms. One hand cupped your face, forcing you to make direct eye contact with him.

"Listen to me, kiddo. You did not deserve that. it is not your fault, do you hear me? You did nothing wrong." he reassured, brushing the tears that fell at his words. You tucked your head back into his chest as more tears fell, but he stayed by your side for all of it. The quietness of the alleyway was disturbed once again by your cries. A lone tear fell down Dave's own cheek as his heart contracted at what you were going through.

"Sweetheart, why didn't you tell us?" he asked quietly, both of your teary eyes looking at each other as you sighed.

"I didn't want to be a burden. I thought it would get better, you know? But Hotch saying what he did..I don't know. I can't just keep pretending." you confessed. the older agent placed his hand back on your shoulder.

"You're never a burden, angel. You're part of the family. You're like one of my kids, okay? I never want you to feel like you can't talk to me. About Aaron, though, I think we both know you need to talk to him." He said, squeezing your shoulder as your eyes traveled back to the building. Quietly, you nodded your head. As David stood up, he offered you a hand which you gladly took.

"You really see me as your kid?" you asked, head down while you walked. There was a part of you that thought he was kidding, but Rossi immediately dismissed all of your doubts.

"Absolutely, piccola. Don't ever think I don't, okay? You're more important to me than you think." A small smile rose on your face at his words. The walk to the doors was almost over, and by then you had done your best to fix your appearance. With a deep breath, you walked in as Dave held the doors open for you. The stairs to Hotch's office were a death sentence in your mind. The presence of his hand on your back gave you the confidence you needed to talk up the stairs. The team eyed the both of you, but you sent a small smile down to them and their faces changed from apprehension to a mix of relief and concern.

The knock on Hotch's office door seemed to reverberate through the entire bullpen. You stood at his door with a tight expression, and he opened it with an even tighter one.

"Y/N. I think it's best if you come in." You nodded as your eyes fell to the floor. Hotch motioned for you to take a seat as he shut his door. You did as asked, only making eye contact with your boss when he sat in a chair beside you. The silence in the office was deafening, as you both waited for someone to speak. It became clear about 2 minutes in that you weren't going to say anything, so Hotch took the hint. "Listen, kiddo. I want you to know I'm not mad. I understand that whatever you're going through has caused this situation, and I want to be here for you, but I can only do that if you let me in." he said evenly, and you felt your shoulders relax at his reassurance.

"I'm so sorry, sir. What I said and did was completely out of line. I promise you there's a reason for it." Hotch nodded to show he was listening, his body language open as he waited for you to explain.

"You remember when we went out to dinner last week?" you questioned, and continued when Hotch nodded again. "Apparently, I neglected to tell Alexander that I was going out with you guys. He was waiting for me. He..he wasn't happy, Hotch. He yelled a lot. I didn't know he was capable of that. He ended up kicking me out of the house. I slept on the street for two nights." you explained, voice breaking at the last part as your boss' face immediately contorted into concern.

"Oh my god. Are you okay? Do you have somewhere to sleep?" he asked almost frantically. The nod you gave him seemed to satisfy the statistical part of his brain as he studied your face. Tears pooled in your eyes at the situation you'd somehow gotten yourself stuck in. Crying in front of your boss (and admittedly father figure) was not on your to-do list today.

"I'm so sorry. I should've noticed. Fuck," he whispered. He abruptly got up out of his chair and wrapped you in a full-body hug. It caught you off-guard for a second, but you returned it the second you realized what was happening. The dam broke for the third time in a day, tears spilling out onto your face as you held onto him like a lifeline.

"I've got you. I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he muttered in your ear as he held you. You just cried even harder, the sounds not missed by the team in the bullpen. They were watching through the blinds with sad looks in their eyes. You're their baby, and it pained every single agent to see you in tears.

You pulled back from Hotch's arms as he studied your face, his focus falling on the dark circles under your eyes.

"When was the last time you slept?" he asked, and you sniffled as you tried to respond.

"You can't expect someone to get more than an hour of sleep on the street, Hotch," you tried to joke, but it failed miserably as Hotch looked at you like an injured animal.

"Okay, that's okay. Can you sit down on my couch for a second?" he asked you, and when you nodded, he gave you a timid smile. Unfortunately, your body decided it didn't want to cooperate. You instantly fell back down when you tried to get up. Hotch's instincts kicked in as he caught you and carried you over to the couch bridal style.

"Jesus, next time warn me," Hotch murmured as he sat you down. "I'll be right back, kiddo," he assured you. He walked out of his office to see the whole team watching him with looks on their faces that belonged at a funeral.

"What did you do?" Garcia asked, the death glare on her face actually scaring Hotch. He had to remind himself that he was, in fact, the unit chief.

"She's going to be fine, Garcia. She just needs us right now, okay? Now can you get me my stash?" he asked her, and she sighed but nodded. As her footsteps retreated, Morgan and JJ came to his side.

"Listen, Hotch, I don't know what you did but you need to fix it." JJ whisper-yelled, staring Hotch down.

"JJ, you are one of my best team members. You should know by now I do not take well to being told what to do. I have this under control. Y/N does not need you all against me, she needs us as a family right now. I am asking you to understand and respect that." Hotch ordered, walking away from the two as Garcia returned with a basket that had a blanket, some candy, and a pillow in it.

JJ and Morgan watched as he retreated back up the stairs, looking at each other in confusion before going back to their watching positions.

By the time your boss made it back up, you had cleaned up a little bit. Your runny mascara had been taken care of and you were sitting up properly. You smiled at him, and he returned it.

"Can you lay down for me, kiddo? I know you need the rest." he murmured, and you nodded as he draped the blanket over you. His hands held your head as he placed the pillow behind it, and they lingered as he stared at you.

"You're not a burden, honey. I can practically hear negative thoughts buzzing in your mind right now, but I can assure you none of them are true. You know I see you as my daughter too, right? It's not just Rossi. We love you, kid." he smiled at you, and both of your eyes were wet with tears as you smiled back at him.

"Thanks, bossman." you said, as Hotch sat down on the floor.

"You know you don't have to sit on the floor, right?" you asked, giggling when he rolled his eyes at you.

"Can I sit on the couch with you, then?" he asked, joking manner gone as he looked you in the eyes. At your nod, he pulled himself up and sat on your end of the couch. You adjusted yourself to where you were facing him, your head on his chest. His hand absentmindedly carded through your hair as his paternal instincts kicked in. It didn't take long for you to drift off, his steady heartbeat lulling you to the sleep you so desperately needed. You thanked whoever had the power over your life for giving you a team who you knew always had your back. Hotch continued to card his hand through your hair, making sure you were asleep before he let himself fully process what you went through.

His thought process was interrupted by a text message from Garcia, and he smiled as soon as he saw it. She'd sent a photo of the two of you in your current position, the caption reading 'team dad confirmed?'. He rolled his eyes at her antics and let himself exhale for the first time since the confrontation this morning, his fatherly smile coming back onto his face as he looked down at you. Nobody could blame Penelope when she snapped a photo of that, too; she had a feeling this would be something they would want to see in the future.

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book-place · 1 year

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Run Boy Run

Warnings: kidnapping, blood, violence, mentions of killing, weapons, cursing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: BAU x reader platonic

*not my gif*

Summary: When things get out of control, your team is always there to have your back

A/N: Welcome to book place’s one year event!!

Inspired by: Run Boy Run by Woodkid

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Run boy run, this world is not made for you

As a groan escaped your lips, you slowly- and painfully- peeled your eyes open, squinting against a light that, though dim, was still enough to hurt your already pounding head.

With slightly blurred vision, you allowed your eyes to sweep over your surroundings. You sat on a small wooden chair in the middle of a room with your hands tied to the back- with rope no doubt, you could tell by the way it was rubbing into your already raw skin. The room you were in was small with no windows, only one door that sat directly across from you.

And then, all at once, the events leading up to how you got there all came crashing down on you at once.

You had gotten a lead on the unsub for your current case while down at the police station to a location that was only a few minutes away from where you had been. Your team was out getting some much needed rest- something you had tried and failed at doing- so you decided to go over by yourself. It was only to scope the place out, though. You would never have gone in alone, you weren’t that stupid.

Apparently though, the unsub had gotten some sort of tip off that you would be there- or you just hadn’t been as discreet as you thought you had been- and had been able to sneak up behind you.

The last thing you remembered before blacking out was something hard and cold- like a pipe- hitting the back of your head in one hard bash, and the sound of a deep chuckle before the darkness had fully taken you.

“Well, well,” The voice that belonged to the laughter from your previous memories sounded through the small room and the door across from you was opened, and in stepped a man that you had no doubt was the unsub. He grinned menacingly, “What have we got here?”

Run boy run, they’re trying to catch you

The police station was thrown into complete and utter chaos the moment your BAU team got back and realized that you weren’t there after being informed by some officers that you had mentioned something about a location.

“You’re sure she didn’t say where she was going?” Morgan interrogated the poor officer yet again, needing for his own sake to be absolutely thorough with this.

It wasn’t like you to just leave without telling one of them, let alone for three hours with your phone being left in the station. That part had to have been an accident.

“She had to have gone after the unsub, and he must have taken her.” Spencer muttered, mostly to himself but everyone felt their blood run a little colder at his words.

Derek sighed, running a hand down his face, “You’re free to go.”

The officer didn’t waste a second before scrambling out of the room that had been set up specifically for the FBI team, shutting the door with a soft click behind him.

“Why wouldn’t she come to us first then?” JJ questioned, “It’s not like her to go anywhere without backup.”

“Do you think she’s okay?” Garcia asked softly from the computer screen she had been propped up against the table on.

“Of course she is,” Emily was the first one to try and reassure everyone, “She’s tough. You all know that.”

Aaron and David exchanged worried glances until Hotch stood up from where he had been sitting and sighed, “We’re doing her no good by panicking.” He tried to reel his team back in, “We need to stay focused. That’s the way we can help her the quickest.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, all turning their eyes to the evidence board they had pinned photos up on, the one that the cops claimed you had been staring at for at least an hour before leaving.

Wherever you were had to be on that board, they just needed to figure out what you saw that they didn’t.

Run boy run, running is a victory

“You’re one of them FBI agents, ain’tcha?” The unsub asked, shaking his head with a small scoff, “You thought you could- what? Come out here all by yourself and try to stop me?” He snickered at the thought.

You looked up at him with a neutral expression, remembering from the profile that he didn’t do well with being talked back to. That was oftentimes a trigger for his murders, “I am.” You agreed with the first part, “But I didn’t come out to try and stop you.”

He scoffed, rounding on his heel and pointing an accusing finger your way, “Bullshit!” He seethed, “You came all the way out here figuring that you could bust me for the things I’ve done.”

Still looking unphased, you simply shook your head lightly, “I just want to talk.”

“Bullshit!” He cried again, this time sending the back of his hand towards your face, emitting a burning sensation to your cheek.

You gasped, head flying to the side on impact and tasted the metallicness of blood right away.

Roughly, he gripped your chin between his large hand, holding it in a way that would surely bruise, “Don’t. Lie. To. Me.” He hissed, spit flying out of his mouth and into your face.

Run boy run, beauty lays behind the hills

“Tell me again what we know about the unsub.” Emily said, crossing her arms as she stared intently at the board.

“He’s a white male in his late thirties,” Spencer began reciting without hesitation, “He has anger issues so severe that any little thing will set him off and push him into a killing spree to anyone that could possibly be used as a witness. The only reason he hadn’t been caught yet is because he somehow never leaves prints at the scenes and always flees before anyone can show up.”

“If he gets angry with people really easily…” JJ trailed off, squinting her eyes at the map of the town on the board.

“Then he wouldn’t want to be around them.” David finished, standing up with the realization.

“Oh my god,” Derek breathed out, “How could we have been so stupid?”

Their worry for you had obviously clouded their brains, not letting them think properly about the situation at hand.

“What?” Penelope asked desperately from the computer screen, “What is it? What am I missing?”

“The woods,” Aaron spoke up, “He has a cabin in the woods.”

Run boy run, the sun will be guiding you

“What do you have on me?” The man demanded, taking a handful of the front of your shirt and shaking you violently, “Huh? None of my prints are ever left at the scene! You have absolutely no proof that I did anything!”

“I didn’t accuse you of anything,” You reminded him gently.

“Don’t patronize me!” He snapped, pushing you back into your chair as he harshly let go of your shirt and reached both hands up to lock behind his head as he began pacing, “It’s not like any of them didn’t have it coming! Those sons of a bitches all deserved to die! Every last one of them!”

He was beginning to spiral, and you knew it. There was no other explanation for the blatant disregard for the fact that he had denied committing the murders before proceeding to tell you that he did in fact do them.

“Do you really believe that?” You asked calmly, “What did those people really do to you? Did you even know them? Did you know if they had families? If they were good people or not?” You were pushing him, and you knew it, but you needed to stall, do anything to keep him here instead of going out and killing more people. Hopefully if you stalled long enough, then your team would have found where you were and come to your rescue.

“Shut up!” He stormed over to you with a shout, “I said shut up!” Without another warning, he threw his fist into your face, making it snap to the side for the second time as your lip painfully split open.

“I just want to help you-“

He hit you again, effectively making you stop talking.

Run boy run, they’re dying to stop you

“I want every inch of that forest searched for any sign of a building or house.” Hotch informed the chief sternly, “No stone left unturned. We need to find this unsub and we need to find him now.”

He received a nod in return before the chief turned around and began barking orders to all the other officers, who immediately sprang into action.

“We’ll split up,” The man turned to his team as he spoke, “All of us into two cars searching the most likely spots.”

He received a nod and they all immediately broke into two groups, not wasting another second before scrambling out of the station and into the cars.

“I’m worried about her,” JJ admitted to Aaron and Spencer softly as the three of them piled into the first car, “I know she’s tough, but that doesn’t stop my worrying.”

Hotch sighed, beginning to drive away, “I know, me neither.”

“She’ll be alright,” Spencer whispered, seemingly trying to convince himself more than anyone else, and the other two let him, knowing that they needed those comforting words just as much as he did.

Run boy run, this race is a prophecy

“You!” Punch. “Stupid!” Punch. “Bitch!” Punch.

You spit out a wad of blood after he had finished his miniature meltdown and took stumbling steps backwards, reaching up while out of breath and running a hand through his hair.

“So what now?” He asked, only slightly out of air by that point, “Your little team comes to rescue you and I go to prison for the rest of my life for doing something that shouldn’t even be wrong?”

“Why did you kill those people?” You needed to keep him talking, “Why wasn’t it wrong?”

“Th-they pissed me off,” He huffed out angrily, “They had no right to do that- no right. No right.” He shook his head back and forth.

“So you killed them?”

His face turned into a hard glare once more, “Shut up!” He roared, another punch coming to your face less than a second later.

Run boy run! Break out from society

“There!” Emily called, leaning forward and pointing to a rundown shack in between a bunch of trees, in a small clearing towards the middle of the woods.

Derek pulled the car to a quick stop and they all hopped out, calling to inform the police and the rest of the team.

He began tapping his foot impatiently, looking as if he were about to run in without any back up at any moment.

“We have to wait,” David told him as calmly as he could, trying to mask his own worry for everyone’s sake.

Morgan tan his hand over his head, “We don’t know what’s going on in there, man.” He insisted desperately, “What if-“

“Hey,” Emily cut him off slightly sternly, “No ‘what if’ questions. She’s gonna be safe and so are we.”

Tomorrow is another day

“They didn’t have to die.” Despite being hit over and over again, you couldn’t seem to shut up, “You didn’t have to kill them.”

“Stop talking,” The unsub dropped his head into his hands.

“Why is it you haven’t killed me yet?�� You asked.

“Because you could be of some use to me.” He grumbled with a glare.

“Or maybe you don’t want to kill me,” You offered, internally cringing at the thought of possibly of just having pushed him over the edge, “You know it’s wrong.”

“Nah, nah.” He shook his head, “I just- I just don’t need the FBI on my ass.” He nodded along with his own words, “Yeah, just don’t want them coming after me.”

And you won't have to hide away

“Took you long enough,” Morgan sighed impatiently, pushing off from where he leant against the car as soon as the others pulled in with the police cars right behind them.

“I want you and your officers to form a perimeter around this building.” Hotch immediately told the chief, “Nobody comes in or out of here without my permission.”

Quickly, the entire team put on vests and prepared themselves for going inside.

“Let’s go,” Aaron said as soon as everyone was ready, taking out his gun and leading the way into the cabin.

The inside was disgusting and looked as if it hadn’t been cleaned in over thirty years, but nobody focused on those details as they strained their ears to try and listen out for you.

Finally, the sound of voices carried through the floor, letting them know that you and the unsub were in the basement.

Needing only a glance to communicate, they all immediately made a single file with their guns raised and trekked down the stairs, ready for whatever was waiting for them at the bottom.

You'll be a man, boy

Your ears perked up the tiniest bit at the sound of a floorboard creaking from above you, and you automatically knew that your team had been able to find you in time.

All you had to do was stall him for a few moments longer.

But for now it's time to run, it's time to run!

All at once, the team rushed into the only room that had the door firmly closed. And though Morgan kicked it in with ease, there was a rare, dangerous look on his face that could have made anyone he didn’t know shit themselves.

The sight of you, doubled over with blood running down your face, staining your clothes, and making you groan had all of their hearts stop for a minute.

“What the hell-“ The unsub wasn’t even able to finish his sentence before Hotch had cleared across the room and delivered one solid, swift punch to the man’s jaw, effectively knocking him out immediately.

It was silent for a moment as everyone’s chests rose and fall in pants, “There will be no discussion of that.” He said after a moment.

There was a teasing smile on your face despite the gore running down it as you replied with, “What do you mean? He attacked you first. It was only self defense.”

JJ immediately rushed to where you sat, crouching down and untying the ropes that still dug into your wrists.

“Are you alright?” David dropped down in front of you, gently moving some of your fallen hair out of the way so he could inspect you further.

“I knew you guys would get here.” You grinned despite the clear pain you were in, “Just had to stall him for long enough.”

“You actually did a surprisingly good job.” Spencer began ranting, “Normally, he would have killed you a long time ago and-“

“Reid.” Aaron cut him off, “Lets just be grateful that that didn’t happen.”

The man cleared his throat, cheeks turning red, “Yes, of course.”

“Come on,” Emily helped you to your feet, wrapping your arm around her shoulder, “Let's get you to a medic.”

“Hey, guys?” They all paused as you spoke, “Thank you. For coming to get me, I mean.”

“Next time you get kidnapped,” Derek joked with a lopsided grin, “You’re saving yourself.”

Everyone was able to crack a small laugh at his words.

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Hi Rome :)

I was wondering if you would be able to do a very fluffy fic where Reader is Hotch’s girlfriend but is also Spencer’s younger sister and they all go together to a Barnes and Noble or some kind of bookstore and Reader gets all nerdy (it runs in the family) and Hotch is just soaking up every minute of it following Reader through the isles and sneaking kisses while she and Reid also geek out together and are smelling all the new books (love that new book smell lol) and talking about their favorites and how they used to read certain books together as kids (like Harry Potter or something) etc. etc.

Hi Sweetheart! Thank you so much for your patience, sorry it took me a whole lifetime to get this done for you, but the moment has arrived!! Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader. Spencer Reid x sibling!reader. Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: much much fluff, reader is a genius bc i can't help myself. Also apologies I know you used she/her but I figured there's no harm in keeping it more open, if this is a problem please let me know and I can find and replace all pronouns <3 Enjoy!

Aaron should have known that letting Spencer have his pick of bookstore for your rare day off would be a mistake. In classic Reid fashion, Spencer picked a spot almost two hours away, which is said to carry Star Trek comics written in authentic Klingon. Hotch figured the three of you could make quiet small talk and just bask in the calm of one of the BAU’s rare days off. He did not anticipate listening to both of the Reid siblings create their own rendition of Every. Single. Song. From high school musical. The two of you had barely made it to ‘Stick to The Status Quo’ when Aaron realized only fifteen minutes of the drive had passed. He fights the urge to throw his head back and sigh, opting to keep his eyes on the road and just picture how adorable you’re going to look with your nose in a book, sipping coffee in the quiet corner of the bookstore, and oh how Aaron misses quiet. He has fond, seemingly distant memories of quiet. Just as he’s descending into thoughts of time he could have spent alone, today, getting work done, a hand finds his larger one on the center console.

You bring his hand to your lips to kiss the back of it, a silent thankyou for saving you and Spencer from having to take two trains and one bus to this bookstore. It is apparently a Reid tradition to refuse to drive until it becomes absolutely necessary for your own survival. Hotch feels a familiar warmth spreading through his chest as he admires how perfectly the two of your hands fit together, as you intertwine both of your fingers in your lap.

“Spencer, how about we switch this up a little?” You can see Aaron’s brows had been drawing closer and closer each time Spencer hit an especially pitchy note, and you worried about his tinnitus making a return.

“How so?” He asks, his tone suggesting that nothing could be quite as fulfilling as crushing the HSM soundtrack start to finish.

“How about…” you stop, trying to think of anything that will lift your brother’s spirits without also piercing your boyfriend’s eardrums. “John Denver?”

“I’m in!” Spencer replies, his face now adorning his tightlipped smile you’ve grown to love. You scroll through your phone, seeing Aaron’s shoulders visibly relax as the much more dulcet tones fill the confined space of the car, his thumb rubs at your index finger, clearly grateful for the compromise.

When the three of you finally arrive at the bookstore, Aaron’s barely put the car in park before two seatbelts unclick and all he can do is laugh as you and Spencer go barreling towards the front door. He rushes after the two of you, finding you in the front left corner, he sighs knowing the two of you are going to tackle this entire store one square foot at a time from front left to back right. Before he can look at his watch to assess how much time the two of you will have before the store closes, your hand wraps around his arm, tugging him into the first aisle, where the fantasy books are. Spencer is pulling down the order of the phoenix, gasping as his fingers brush over the gold leaf lettering on the cover and you turn to Aaron, beaming at him as you pull him into a hug, thanking him for bringing the two of you all the way across state lines for what will be the greatest day of literary entertainment ever - and probably a major spike in your credit card statements, but you won’t mind one bit.

Aaron tries not to think about the ring sitting in his dresser at home as he feels the air once again knocked out of his lungs when he catches sight of your bright smile. He tucks his hands in his pockets, as you keep one hand wrapped around his bicep, pulling him towards each new find. Aaron’s sure there’s a handful of books on these shelves that he would quite like to read, as well, but he’s busy watching the sparkle in your eyes as your fingers dance across the spines of the books. Spencer is equally enamored when he gets his hands on a signed copy of Lord Of The Rings, rushing over to the two of you with the same glimmer in his eye as he brings the book to your face. Aaron is confused until you bend down and sniff the pages, turning to your boyfriend, you explain.

“It’s hardly even been read, Aar! It still has that new book smell! Here, try it.” you drop his arm in favor of bringing the book to his nose. Apprehensively, Aaron gives it a smell, his tight brow releasing when he gets a waft of fresh pine. It takes him back to his childhood at his best friend’s lake cabin on summer holidays. He can’t help but think about how much you would have loved it there, maybe that’s where he could propose. Take you on a weekend away someplace secluded, where the two of you can sit on the porch swing, your head in his lap as he reads you a book you’ve definitely read a thousand times. But, you always tell him the stories are so much more immersive in his baritone. Spencer tried explaining the connection between the human limbic system and our middle ears, how certain acoustic frequencies can actually summon more emotional and imaginative imagery.

Aaron files that idea away along with his 20 other possible proposal ideas. He always seems to psych himself out of asking you, having only been together eight short months, he worries you’ll say no. It’s perfectly reasonable for someone of your age to not want to become a parental figure in a child’s life, although you’re great with Jack, Aaron always finds a reason not to ask you to marry him. That’s actually why he’s gotten both you and Spencer out of the house today, he wants an opportunity to talk to your brother about the possibility of asking you to be his spouse. Aaron is dragged out of his thoughts when you once again pull him down the aisle, now stopping in front of a set of Peter Rabbit books.

“Aaron, oh wouldn’t these be such a great gift for Jack’s birthday? We could all read them together, there’s twenty three so it would take us a while but I think that would just make putting him to bed so special, what do you think?” You stand toe to toe with Aaron, awaiting his response. He’s waiting for the lump in his throat to clear as he realizes the depth of your love for his son, and how silly he’s being letting his concerns get in the way of your shared happiness. You look so excited to read Jack these books, and Aaron finally realizes you want to be there for bedtimes, not just on nights when Aaron is tied up in meetings and can’t find the time to tuck the little boy in - you want to be there for his bedtimes, forever.

“Hello? You in there? Earth to Aaron.” You take hold of his shoulders, genuine concern clouding your features as you worry your boyfriend is having some kind of absent seizure.

“Yes, sorry. I, I think Jack would love that and, well, I think I would love that, too.” Damn you for having such a way of reducing the usually articulate agent Hotchner into a stuttering mess. You just have a way of derailing every train of thought he’s usually able to keep in careful motion.

“O-kayyyy” you drawl, still unconvinced that Aaron has all of his senses working. You pull the box set of peter rabbit books from the shelf, going to place them with Spencer’s growing stack of purchases on the counter. Aaron watches how the employee eyes the two of you carefully, clearly thinking you must be buying this many books for charity, or for a children’s shelter or library. You’re only onto aisle two now and the two of you have amassed a stack of pages that must weigh more than the two of you combined. Aaron spots Spencer, ever the speed-reader, flicking through a russian book in the languages section of the store. Aaron excuses himself to head to the bathroom, barely earning a nod from you as you’re completely absorbed in collection four of Shakespeare’s finest works.

Aaron ducks into the corner, grabbing Spencer gently by the arm and whispering that he needs to talk to him about something important. Distracting Spencer from his book earns him a scowl but he changes it to a tight-lipped smile, waiting for Hotch to elaborate.

“I want to ask your sibling to marry me, Spencer. Now, obviously, you and I work together, and- and you’re very close with them so I trust you to know how they might react to something like this, and I’d really like your blessing to go forwards with this.” Aaron finds himself rambling, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans as his heart threatens to jump out of his throat at the thought of the boy genius saying no.

“Oh.” That’s not good. That doesn’t help the growing lump in Aaron’s throat.

“Oh? Reid, please, what do you mean ‘oh’?” Aaron hates how small his voice sounds trying to pass through the thick fog of panic circling his lungs.

“I just mean that I thought the two of you must have already discussed that. I went clothes shopping with Y/N last week and I couldn’t tear them away from a wedding caterer, they were pointing at the window saying how adorable ‘Aaron and I’ would look as a wedding topper. Before that, we went looking to buy me a new bookshelf and they were picking out furniture for both of your future home. I guess I just assumed that was all their way of telling me those things were on the table.” Aaron releases a breath he had been holding ever since he bought the ring, worrying it was too much too soon or that you would go running for the hills if you spotted it in his drawers. “Look, Hotch, if you want my blessing you have it, just please make it a quick engagement, I’ve seen them plan their senior prom, I can’t even imagine how frightening they’d be planning a wedding. Your wedding. You’re everything to them. And I’d really like the chance to call you my brother, Hotch. Although Strauss will probably make me answer to Rossi for all my future evaluations and such but- I’m getting off track. My point is, I already think of you both as an old married couple, both you and Y/N smile more in each other’s company than I’ve seen in all the years I’ve known you both.” Spencer’s delightfully supportive ramble is cut off as a teary-eyed Aaron pulls his future brother-in-law in for a tight hug. They stand there for a moment before Aaron pulls back, releasing his hold on the young doctor and placing a hand either side of his skull before pulling him in to kiss the top of his head in thanks. Spencer is slightly shocked having never seen Aaron Hotchner give this much affection willingly, and slightly confused by the decision to kiss his head.

“What? People normally handshake at a time like this but you always maintained it’s actually safer to kiss.” Hotch offers a toothy smile, his mind casting back seven years to when he had first interviewed the young doctor for the job. He has continued to be perplexed by the contents of such a young mind, until he finally got to meet the other doctor Reid. Forensic Physician. Equally bright, but with an unshakeable positivity that captivated Aaron each time they consulted on a BAU case for a long 18 months before Hotch summoned the courage to ask the younger genius out on a date, this turned out to be the beginning of the rest of his life, as it happens.

Hotch finds himself unable to stop smiling for the remaining five hours spent in the bookshop before it closes, having made enough money from the Reid family to probably take the rest of the week off. Aaron carries the mountainous stacks of books to his car, admiring the sunset as he listens to his favorite two siblings in the world bicker about which Star Wars movie is the correct starting place to watch the series. Even if the two choose to sing all of High school musical two and three on the ride home, nothing can shake the feeling that Aaron Hotchner is the luckiest man in the world.

tags: @montyfandomlove , @pastanoodles11 , @ssamorganhotchner , @hotchnerbau , @hotchs-babygirl , @ssa-tahlia-obsessions

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Bring Your Kid To Work Day (BAU x Single Dad!Reader)

This turned out exceedingly long but I couldn't get the idea out of my head so I just had to write it out. I personally really wanna be a dad one day (with or without a partner) and seeing how the BAU parents handle their kids always warms my heart so much.

Wordcount: 5.4k

warning: kidnapping

Summery: Being a single dad is hard. Like really hard, and you thought that maybe bringing your son with you into work just once would be okay. Especially when his school was shut down but...

The blaring of the alarm woke you up from sweet elusive sleep.

You debated letting it ring but your arm went out to expertly turn it off.

7:09 A.M.

you wiped the sleep from your eyes and grabbed your phone from beside your alarm clock, being greeted by the single worst email you could have ever gotten. Your son's daycare was closed.

Your son attended a small local daycare, the entire facility had three teachers and two other employees, all off which —along with most of the kids as of recently— had come down with the flu. You sighed, discarding any thought of getting yourself ready before you found a solution to your childcare problem.

You had to be at Quantico in two hours and the drive alone took almost an hour. You called every single babysitter you knew, you were desperate but none were able to come by on such short notice so for lack of a better option you got yourself ready as fast as you could and went to wake up your son for a trip to Quantico. You just hoped it wouldn't bite you in the ass.

When you finally walked through the glass doors of the BAU offices you were half an hour late and carrying a sleeping four year old on your hip along with a baby bag over your shoulder to go with your usual briefcase.

Your out of sorts appearance got the attention of your coworkers and while you tried to put everything away by your desk and balance your still sleeping son in your arms, Morgan came up to you.

"What's all this L/N?" He asked and you turned and smiled at him, a smile that looked more insane than kind.

"This, is my son who is still sleeping from the drive because his daycare is closed and I couldn't get a sitter in time" You said, an underlying warning tone to your words.

"What you forgot to book a sitter?" Reid asked from his place at his desk.

"I didn't forget, they just sent the email this morning. All three teachers came down with the flu... along with most of the class" You explained and Spencer scooted away from you and the sleeping boy in your arms.

"Calm down Reid, this kid's immune system is like something out of a comic book, he's fine." You said as the rest of your teammates came over to join the scene.

JJ along with Rossi coming to join the gaggle of profilers ignoring their work for the far more interesting show of their coworker with his son.

"Did you talk to Hotch about it? I mean, about him being here" JJ asked, pointing to the toddler in your arms and you nodded. As a fellow single parent Hotch understood enough to give you the okay to bring your son to work, after all it was supposed to just be a slow day to get paperwork done.

Just then he began to stir in your arms and you decided to sit down, adjusting the four year old so that he was sitting comfortably in your lap.

"Hey buddy, good morning" You said, moving some stray hair behind his ear so it wouldn't bother him.

The toddler didn't seem to enjoy being awake though, instead choosing to burrow his head into the crook of your neck, much to the amusement of the rest of the team.

"He's a cute little guy, I'll give you that" Rossi said and you chuckled. He really is.

"He is but he's also a menace once he really wakes up, I'm sorry ahead of time for that. He's a curious little thing and he still doesn't understand boundaries, like at all" You say, grimacing knowing in only a little bit you son would surely be running around trying to find everything he could play with in the bullpen.

Honestly the more you thought about it the worse of an idea bringing him to work was, not that you had much of a choice. It was that or take the day off and that wouldn't have been ideal either.

"Developmentally that's actually completely normal, kids can't actually conceptualize the concept of another person with no interest in them until they're a bit older—" Reid started to explain but Rossi cuts him off.

"You can take my office. That way the little sucker has a limited space to wreak havoc in" He said and you looked at him gratefully.

"You really don't have to do that" You said but he shook his head.

"Don't worry about it, it'll help all of us in the long run, just try not to let him trash the place" He said and you smiled.

"Thank you" You said and were about to transfer your files to his office when Morgan suddenly grabbed your baby bag and briefcase.

"Let me help" He said and you smiled again, thanking him and taking your still groggy toddler up the stairs and to Rossi's office.

About an hour later you went down to get yourself some coffee. It was the first time you left Rossi's office since you got settled and the italian man came up to you to see how everything was going. He'd moved his own paperwork to your desk in the meantime.

"How's the pipsqueak?" He asked and you smiled, pointing with your head to the office.

"He's great, drawing quietly on the floor— and don't worry if he gets crayons on your floor I'll clean it up" You hurried to say but Dave didn't look worried.

"Don't worry about it, are you managing to get anything done?" He asked.

"Yeah, he explored the office for a bit but now he's good. Thanks again by the way, it's a huge help" You said and Dave patted you on the back.

"That's good" He said but turned once he saw his office door open in his peripheral and you heard the soft pitter patter of small feet running down the stairs.

"Daddy! Daddy! Look what I drew!" Your son yelled as he ran into your legs and shoved a piece of paper into your hands.

"It's you and me in your office" He said, showing you the picture of a crudely drawn man and child holding hands in an office.

You bent down to look at the drawing at his level.

"That's wonderful sweetie but it's not my office, you see Mr. Rossi is letting me work in his office while you're here with me at work" You explained and pointed to Dave who gave a small wave at the boy.

"Hey buddy" He said and your son gave a small wave back.

The little guy's running got the attention of the rest of the team including one eccentric technical analyst.

"Well what do we have here?" Garcia asked as she along with Reid and JJ came up to the three of you.

"Aren't you a little cutie" Garcia said, kneeling down to pinch your son's cheeks.

"Guys, this is my son Danny, Danny these are my friends Ms. Garcia, Ms. Jereu and Doctor Reid, and of course Mr. Rossi whos letting us use his office" You said introducing the team to your son but also your son to your coworkers.

"You look a little old to be friends with my Dad" Danny told Rossi and the rest of the team that had gathered around burst out laughing.

"Danny! We don't say that. That's very rude" You scolded him but he looked confused.

"But he looks old, like grandpa" Danny said and you had to hold back from laughing because he had a point.

"Danny, those are the kinds of thoughts we keep inside our heads, not outside" You told him and he nodded. It was a conversation you'd had multiple times before and was easier for him to understand than social rules at this stage.

"Can you apologize to Mr. Rossi?" You asked and he did exactly that.

"I'm sorry" He said and Rossi smiled.

"It's fine kid, I am a relic of a better time" Rossi said humorously.

"Hey Danny do you wanna see something cool?" Garcia asked and that got the four year olds attention.

"Yeah!" He yelled and you were about to remind him to use his inside voice when instead Garcia took his hand and lead him to her famously cool batcave. But of course just as things were going fine the universe had to turn the tables.

"Guys, conference room now, we have a case" Hotch said, coming out of his office and you sighed.

The rest of the assembled team looked at you before heading to the conference room, leaving you alone with Rossi.

"Well that's just great" You said, massaging your temple.

"It'll be fine, we all understand if you stay back this time" Rossi said, walking with you to the round table room.

"I still feel bad about it" You said.

You were about to grab Hotch to tell him you'd do exactly what Rossi suggested when Reid came up to you. He hadn't actually entered the conference room yet and had heard your short conversation.

"You're gonna stay back?" He asked you.

"It's not like I have much of a choice, what am I gonna do? take him with us?" You asked and though it was rhetorical Reid answered.

"You could. You could stay at the local precinct and help me with the geographic profile" The younger man said.

"Reid, I can't just bring bring a four year old with me on a case" You tried to explain.

"But it's obvious you can work while he's around. Besides not having you there with us would throw off the entire balance of the team" To a point he was right. You'd been with the BAU for over a decade and in that time you'd only missed a small handful of cases (most of which because you were too sick to work). The team was used to relying on you.

"Besides most hotels have babysitting services and we'll be there to help you" He continued.

"I'm really not sure, it was enough of a stretch just to bring him here" You tried to say but Hotch came out to tell you both to join the team.

"Hotch—" You started to say but he cut you off.

"I heard part of the conversation, do whatever you feel comfortable doing but your input on this case would be invaluable. The decision is up to you but I'd appreciate it if you joined us for the briefing anyways" He said and you nodded.

"Okay, I'll just go get Danny set up" You said.

"Garcia already set him up with markers and coloring pages in Rossi's office" He said and you nodded, taking a deep breath you joined them for the briefing.

As soon as Hotch began introducing the case you realized why he said your input specifically would be useful. Someone was abducting parents in Seattle but had recently changed his MO and began abducting the kids with them and most recently, just a kid. Hence why the BAU were called in and Hotch was hoping to use your experience from the crimes against children unit to work the case. You'd worked in crimes against children for 6 years before joining the BAU and had the most experience working child abductions. If the unsub had started going after kids you were the the best person for the case. Except of course that you had your own child to worry about.

"Wheels up in 30" Hotch said as everyone dispersed and you went to tell him your decision.

"I'm going with you" You told him.

"And Danny?" He asked.

"If it's okay with you I'll bring him with me. He's a well behaved kid, he won't bother us, I promise" You explained and Hotch nodded.

"Okay" He said.

When you told Danny he would be coming with you he was over the moon. Of course he didn't really understand what you would be there to do but he was so excited he was jumping around Rossi's office.

"Do I get a badge like you do daddy?" He asked and you chuckled.

"Yeah, we can get you your own badge if you want but you have to be on your very best behavior okay buddy?" You asked and he nodded feverently.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" He said.

He was so excited when he saw the jet and then even more so when you pulled a few strings to let him sit with the pilot in the cockpit (mostly so he wouldn't hear the team discuss the details of the case and their theories).

When you made it to the local precinct Danny was so tired from the six hour journey he couldn't walk on his own so you carried him in your arms. You could feel the strange looks of the local officers but you didn't care instead you found a small couch you could lay Danny on until he woke up.

"What's with the kid?" The detective in charge of the case asked Hotch.

"For agent L/N to be here he has to as well" Hotch said and the detective nodded, mostly because you were approaching and he didn't want to be rude and continue asking questions.

"Agent L/N, this is detective Alden, detective this is SSA Y/N L/N" Hotch introduced and you shook detective Alden's hand. "It's nice to meet you" You said, the rest of the team were already divvying up the work with Reid starting a geographic profile, JJ and Morgan going to analyze the most recent crime scene and Rossi at the ME's looking at the the most recent body. This of course left you and hotch to interview the family of the most recent missing child.

"Do you uh— need anything for the kid?" Detective Alden asked.

"No thank you, Doctor Reid's keeping an eye on his as he's working while Agent Hotchner an I interview the family" You explained and the detective nodded.

"Right, well the most recent vic's parents are waiting in an interview room if you wanna talk to them" The detective said and pointed you in the direction of the room.

Spencer was so far into his mind he didn't even realize that Danny (whom was resting on a couch in the room with him) had woken up until he suddenly felt a pull at his tie.

Looking down, it was Danny. The little boy was wiping the sleep from his eyes as he started to speak.

"Where's my dad?" He asked. Spencer smiled and turned to give the boy his full attention.

"Your dad's working right now but he'll be back soon. Do you need something? Are you thirsty? Hungry?" He asked and Danny nodded.

"I want juice" He said and Spencer smiled, remembering you'd told him everything he'd need would be in the baby bag.

"Do you know in what pocket your dad keeps the juice?" Spencer asked but Danny shook his head.

"That's alright, we'll find it together" He said.

Once they did, spencer helped stick the straw into Danny's juice box and gave it to him along with some pretzels he found tucked away with other snacks in the same pocket.

"What were you doing?" Danny asked.

"Oh— I was creating geographic profile" Spencer answered and Danny tilted his head in confusion.

"What's that?" He asked.

"Well it's one of the things we do to find out more about the bad guy we're trying to catch" Spencer said, trying to keep it as kid friendly as possible.

"Are you trying to catch a bad guy now? Is that what my dad is doing?" Danny asked and Spencer nodded.

"Yeah, it's what all of us do" He said and that got Danny excited.

"Does that mean I get to help catch a bad guy?" The little boy asked and Spencer started to sweat, he didn't want to disappoint the boy by telling him was in fact not going to catch the bad guy but he didn't know what else to say. He wasn't going to lie.

"Well..."

"Reid!" Hotch called from outside the room and Spencer had never been happier to see what was going on.

"Just a moment Danny" He said and went to talk to his boss.

"Another body was just found behind the North Star diner on Greenwood Avenue" Hotch said.

"The most recent abductee?" Spencer asked.

"Local PD haven't ID'd him yet but it looks like it" Hotch answered.

"Greenwood is only 1.8 miles from here, it's way outside his comfort zone"

"I know, see if there's any connection between there and any of the other locations" Hotch instructed and Reid nodded, getting back to work.

"Dr. Reid, I'm bored" Danny said once he re-entered the room. For a second Reid completely forgot the four year old was even there.

"Don't you wanna draw?" Reid asked.

"Not anymore" The toddler said, shaking his head.

"I want my daddy" He said.

"Uh, well—" Almost as if on cue one of the rookie local officers came in with you and Danny ran into your leg. Meanwhile the rookie gave Reid some files Garcia had sent over.

"Daddy!" Danny said and you smiled, petting his head.

"Hey buddy, have you been good for Dr. Reid?" You asked and he nodded.

"But I'm really bored." Danny said.

"Well I have to work but maybe you and officer Parker can go to the library across the street? Get something to read?" You suggested. Officer Parker had brought in the parents of the most recent victim. She'd only been on the force for a week and you could tell she was a bit faint when it came to this case.

"Okay!" Danny said and went over to the rookie cop.

"Are you sure?" Officer Parker asked and you nodded.

"Call me if you need anything" You said, you trusted her enough to spend half an hour with Danny and the library was only a two minute walk from the station. Besides you had to go to the crime scene and Reid was obviously out of his depth trying to both work and entertain a four year old.

"Alright" She said and led Danny out of the precinct.

"You seem a lot calmer" Reid pointed out.

"we're getting closer to getting this guy and that means we can get back to D.C sooner" You admitted and he nodded.

When you got back from the crime scene you were able to finally give the profile.

The entire team along with most of the precinct were assembled and Morgan started you off.

"We believe our unsub is a white man in his late thirties to early forties with some kind of fantasy revolving around parenthood."

"He's moved on from kidnapping parents alone to parents along with their kids and most recently just the kid. This means his fantasy's evolving and with it his MO. The first victims were on their way to pick up their kids from school, then two parents out on a date, a family on an outing and most recently a child walking home from a friend's house." JJ continued.

"He holds his victims for up to three days before he kills them, we think this for them to participate in his fantasy" Hotch said.

"And when that doesn't work or they don't cooperate fully he kills them by slitting their throats" Rossi finished.

"This man is already looking for his next victim. following this evolving pattern he seems to have realized he can get what he wants best by abducting only the child so warn parents and schools and question any adult acting suspicious in areas with unsupervised children" You said.

"This unsub has left his comfort zone, perhaps because of police presence and is devolving. He's holding his victims for shorter periods and it is likely his kills will become more erratic." Reid said.

"It's imperative we catch him now before he has the chance to take another victim" Hotch added finally before dispersing the crowd of officers.

You checked your watch, it's been almost an hour since officer Parker left with Danny.

"Have you seen officer Parker?" You asked one of the officers close to you and he shook his head.

"Is everything alright?" Hotch asked.

"I told officer Parker to take Danny to a library across the street, she was getting too nervous to be of any help and Danny really wanted to go out and do something but they haven't gotten back yet and I haven't heard anything from Parker" You explained.

"She has your personal number?" Hotch asked and you nodded.

"Something's wrong, I told her to call if anything happens" You said.

"Go over there, make sure everything's okay, we'll call if anything's urgent" Hotch said and you nodded a thank you.

"I'll only be few minutes" You said and left, trying to tell yourself everything was fine.

Everything was in fact not okay and when you got to the library you saw a police radio on the ground along with a book.

"No, no, no, no" You muttered to yourself as you dialed Hotch as quick as you could.

"Agent Hotchner—" He said once he answered but you cut him off.

"They're gone" You said, panic in your voice.

"What?" Hotch asked.

"They're gone. There's a police radio and a book matching Danny's reading level on the ground but they're not here and— Hotch they're gone!" You said.

"We're on our way" He said. Within minutes the team as well as multiple officers were at the library. The scene was photographed and morgan and JJ went inside to see what could be seen on the security cameras.

Hotch was speaking with detective Alden since one of his officers had also disappeared and Reid and Rossi were trying to keep you calm and walk you through what you knew.

"Did you give them a time frame for when to come back?" Rossi asked and you shook your head.

"No, but I told them to go get something for him to read, it doesn't take long, it— they should have been back" You said and Reid gave you a cup of water to help you calm down.

"It'll be okay, we know he keeps them for up to three days, we'll find them Y/N" Rossi said, trying to comfort you.

"I thought it would be fine, it was only across the street and we're nowhere near his abduction comfort zone, I— I thought he'd be safe" You tried to say.

"I knew this was a bad idea, I should have stayed back, I could have helped you from Quantico, I—"

"Y/N it's not your fault. We'll find them and they'll be fine. JJ and Morgan are going through the security tapes now. If he took them from the street we'll find him" Reid said, putting a hand on your shoulder, something you knew was hard for him.

"I'm a terrible father" You murmured but Rossi heard you.

"You are not a terrible father. You did what you thought was best and as soon as you realized something was wrong you acted on your instincts. You did everything right" Rossi said but you shook your head.

"I brought my four year old to a city with a devolving sociopath kidnapping and murdering children" You replied.

"He has officer Parker with him, the unsub took both of them probably under the assumption that Parker was his mother" Rossi reminded you.

"Yeah, Danny has her until our unsub realizes she isn't his mom and he kills her because she doesn't fit into his delusion." You reminded him back but you didn't have any more time to argue or spiral into your fears because Morgan and JJ came back out of the library with a photo.

"We found him" Morgan announced and you ran over to him.

"Garcia's running his image through facial recognition but this is him, there was clear footage of him using a knife to Danny to force Parker to put down her radio and follow him." JJ said but she saw this wasn't calming your nerves.

"We'll find them Y/N" She said and you nodded, you had to believe her because the other option wasn't something you could even bring yourself to imagine.

Danny sat, huddled into himself in the corner of a dark room. He wanted to scream when he felt the strange man's hands around him in front of the library but his mouth was covered by the man's hand. Now all he could do was cry, hoping you'd come to save him.

"I want my daddy" He cried when officer Parker—whose name he found out was Jenny— woke up. The strange man had knocked her out with the back of the knife once he had her in the back of the car.

"I know, we'll get out of here and he'll find us. Don't worry Danny" She said and Danny nodded. He didn't have any other choice, his young brain couldn't comprehend the alternative.

Soon the door to the small room they were both locked in opened and a man came in. He was pushing 40, with a receding hairline and a salt and pepper beard.

"Hey there little guy, how are you feeling?" The man asked but Danny just cowered into the corner.

"Don't be scared, look what I brought you" He said, pulling out a teddy bear.

"Isn't it nice what daddy brought you?" He asked, crouching down to Danny's height to give him the toy.

"You're not my daddy" Danny said quietly and that seemed to upset the man.

"You shouldn't say things like that, that's very mean. You should say you're sorry" He said, slowly standing up to tower over the young boy.

"I, I— I want my daddy" Danny cried and the unsub gritted his teeth.

"Don't you dare touch him" Jenny said, pulling together all her courage.

"Oh, is mommy getting protective?" The unsub asked, stalking towards where Jenny was laying, hands tied behind her back.

"I'm not— Just don't touch him. You are in so much more trouble than you know asshole. His dad's an FBI agent and when he finds out you took his son—"

"I'm his dad! I am! And if you're not his mother you're not of any use to me" He said, taking a knife out of his pocket.

The last thing Jenny heard was Danny's screams.

An hour later Jenny's body was discovered at a public parking lot at 63rd avenue. Her throat had been slit.

By then Garcia had found a match for the unsub.

The man who took Danny was one Edward Pugh, a 43 year old now single white man. He worked as a part time security guard and was living out of his late mother's old house on 39th avenue in Wedgewood. It was close enough that he could easily drive between his home (which was most likely the secondary location), the abduction sits and the dumpsites. As soon as you had his address everyone was getting ready to head there. You included. You strapped yourself tightly into your bullet proof vest and made sure your gun was loaded.

"Are you sure you want to be there?" Rossi asked and you resolutely nodded.

"There is no way in hell I'm not the first person my son sees once he's out of this mess" You said.

"But Rossi, I want you to lead the negotiation. Everything about this guy tells us he's not going to just give Danny up so, I want you to be the one who talks him down" You said and Rossi nodded.

"Of course, I'll tell Hotch" He said.

When you arrived outside the house the local PD already had the place surrounded within minutes Morgan was kicking down the door and you were faced with the most horrifying sight you've seen on the job.

Edward Pugh held Danny in his grasp, a knife to his neck as he backed into a corner.

"Don't move!" He yelled.

"Don't move or I'll kill him! I'll do it! Don't make me!" He said and you could see the fear in Danny's eyes.

"Daddy" He called and you could see Edward's hold on him tighten.

"Shut up!" He yelled at the boy.

Rossi came up, his gun lowered even as everyone else kept Edward in shooting range.

"Edward, put the knife down" Rossi said slowly.

"No. No. You're going to take him away" Edward said and you had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from speaking. He was right, you were going to take your son back.

"You care about him, don't you? You don't wanna hurt him" Rossi continued and Edward nodded.

"He's my son" Edward said. "But I will hurt him if you don't leave us alone"

"Edward, we just want the boy to be safe. Put the knife down and we can talk—" "No!" He yelled and you could see blood start to drip down Danny's throat.

"You're hurting him Edward. Put the knife down." You said, repeating Rossi's words.

"We won't take him. We just don't want anyone to get hurt. Okay, put the knife down, he'll stay with you just, put the knife down Edward" Rossi said and slowly he did so, though he still had his arm wrapped around Danny's shoulders.

You took a big breath of relief, at least there wasn't a knife held to his throat anymore.

"Daddy, please help me" Danny said, his big eyes watering as he looked at you and you smiled at your son.

"It'll be okay sweetheart. Just do what he says, you'll be okay" You told him. Making sure not to acknowledge his words, knowing it would only enrage Edward.

"You're doing this because you wanna prove you're a good father right?" Rossi asked and Edward nodded.

Garcia had told you all that Edward's wife had divorced him a few years back and right before the killings began she got full custody of their son.

"The thing is Edward, you have to prove that with your own kid. You can't prove you're a good father by taking someone else's child. This won't prove to your wife that you can be a father and it definitely won't prove it to the court" Rossi explained.

"Let the child go Edward. Let him go back to his father" Morgan said. carefully lowering his gun as did the rest of you.

"You did good Edward. Cooperate and that just might change your wife's mind" Rossi said and slowly Edward's arms fell from around Danny's shoulders.

You quickly holstered your gun and dropped to your knees, arms wide open allowing Danny to run into your embrace.

"Daddy!" He cried, all the fear and pain coming out in sobs. You heard Morgan cuff Edward and the police take him away but your focus was entirely on your son.

You pet his head and back, kissing his cheeks and whispering comforting words until he slowly calmed down enough for you to take him to the medics.

He refused to let go of you, something you very well expected along with the sudden shyness and anxiety around anyone he didn't know. Surprisingly enough when Reid came to check on you both he ran into his arms and hid his head in the crook of his neck, just like he did with you. It seemed the time they spent together in the precinct firmly situated Reid as someone safe.

Once Danny was cleared by the medics you took him back to the precinct sitting with him, playing with some of the toys you kept in his baby bag.

"Y/N" Hotch said, coming into the room and getting both your and Danny's attention. Danny scooted closer to you but didn't do anything else as you stood up to meet your boss eye to eye.

Hotch tilted his head towards the door, he wanted to talk outside but as you were about to follow him out Danny grabbed your pant leg.

"No! Don't go!" He cried and you had to steel your face so you wouldn't begin to sob all over again.

"Don't worry buddy, I'll be right outside" You tried to explain but he wasn't having it.

"No! No! don't go!" He cried and you sighed taking him into your arms to try to calm him down.

"Is it urgent?" You asked but Hotch, somewhat surprisingly shook his head.

"We'll talk about it on the jet" He said and you smiled thankfully.

He understood. So did the rest of the team when you began taking more days off, sometimes because like before childcare plans fell through and sometimes simply because you needed time with your son. But either way they understood.

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luveline · 1 year

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Aaron Hotchner comforting stressed platonic bau reader. She’s like major stressing over files and stuff and he’s just like ‘go lay down on my couch, I’ll bring hot chocolate in a sec’

tysm for ur request! platonic hotch x gn!reader

"Hey," Hotch says, which is surprising because he barely ever bothers with hellos.

You lift your head but not your gaze, fanatically scratching out the last line of a file you should've had on his desk two days ago. "Hi, two seconds."

"That's for the Langley case?"

You bite the inside of your lip and finish up, dropping your pen with a paper thud. "The one before." You meet his concerned frown. "Did something happen?"

"Have you had your lunch yet?"

You feel flustered, pinned under his question. "No, I- I didn't bring anything, and I don't have time, and honestly I'm not sure I have an appetite."

He lifts the file off of your desk. You can't stop him and you wouldn't dream of it if you could.

"You've got quite the backlog."

"I'm sorry."

He grabs every paper file he can find on your desk and sets about organising them by date. Oldest at the front, newest at the back. "I need these two soon. But the rest can wait. They can all wait until after lunch."

You drop your face into your hand, wrist aching from all the writing. "Sorry," you apologise again, "I don't know how they got on top of me like this."

"Have you been sleeping?"

Profilers, you think ruefully. "Mostly. They're doing construction outside of my apartment. Permit lets them go until ten, and they don't leave the site until midnight sometimes." Not great when you have to wake up at 4.30AM.

Yes, it's very likely that your fatigue is what's slowing you down and making the case files so hard to get through, but there's literally not a thing you can do about it. Or that's what you think.

"I just… we keep going places," you complain weakly.

"Go lay down on the couch in my office."

You blink, lifting your chin from your hand. His voice had sounded soft but no nonsense, a juxtaposition that's pretty familiar when it comes to him.

"Sir?"

"Go lay down. There's nobody in there. Even if you don't sleep, it'll help you feel better."

"Hotch," you say, perplexed, "I can't."

"That's an order, Agent," he says with a small smile.

You gawp at him for a moment before remembering yourself. Your teeth click. "Are you sure?" you ask, wincing.

"I'll make you something to drink." He nods toward his office almost imperceptibly. "Go."

You stand up feeling off-kilter. Hotch makes for the kitchen area, you meet Spencer's incredulous eyes on the stairs and shrug at him. I have no idea.

You sit on the edge of the couch and let yourself sink into the cushions slowly. It's a luxurious comfort after hours at your desk, and you feel your face turn into the soft fabric of its own volition. Before you know it the door is opening, and a warm mug is being pressed into your tired hands.

You sip at it blindly. You can hear the cacophony of the office from behind the closed door, but it's blissfully muffled. Soon, everything filters out, and it's just your quiet breathing and the roll of Hotch's pen over paper.

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ssaaaronmontgomery · 9 months

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this feral hotch friday I’m feeling pretty tame…. Just thinking about BAU!reader being a sleepy drunk and melting all over Aaron on a night out with the team, like reader is so gracefully slumped into his side, their face nuzzling his neck and poor Hotch is just trying to think about big ugly caterpillars or getting stung by a bee or anything to refrain from reaching out and cupping reader’s face and carrying them home to put them to bed. because the proximity and touch is driving him crazy. They aren’t together (yet) and he doesn’t know how much more cuteness and attention he can handle.

Aww my Rome I love this 🤭🥰.

CW: Mentions of drunk reader

Aaron being touched so freely by you makes his brain malfunction. He loves it so so much 🥰. But he doesn't know exactly what to do :/ he wants to wrap you in his arms, kiss your forehead, yes carry you home! Take you home and help you get snuggled up in bed before he would have to leave :(

But he doesn't do that because it would mean no more lovely touches ☹️ even if it's more than he can handle he still doesn't want to put an end to it. He doesn't know if you'll even remember it the next morning because of how drunk you are. He thinks you're adorable speaking all slurred with your eyes closing more and more over time as you slump into him even more. Eventually you fall asleep and he's not sure if he should wake you or just take you home.

He's definitely going out with the team more often from now on in hopes of getting more memories and experiences like this with you 🤭. Suddenly Hotch wants to go out with the team ALL THE TIME. And they all figure it out very quickly. They know he has a little (not so little) crush on you and wants to be around you especially when you give him all those sweet touches. Practically snuggling him in public the entire night once the alcohol kicks in.

No matter how many times this happens he never gets used to it. It ALWAYS makes his brain short circuit 🤭🫶. Feeling your form melted into his side and your face nuzzling his neck drives him crazy! The first time it happens his brain is 🤯😵‍💫😍🫠🥰🥴 and you have no idea. But then! At some point you wake up to photos from Penny! Of you all snuggled up with Hotch on a night out 🤭. And you see how happy and shy and blushy he is 🤭. Which is what gets you to make a move (without being drunk lmfao) and Aaron once again is all 🤯😵‍💫😍🫠🥴🥰🤭🥹💞.

Omg I love this sweetheart thank you 🫶

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platonicfanfiction · 1 year

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Criminal Minds

Christmas Countdown 1

Echo [Teen!Reader] (F)

Coming Out [Asexual!Reader]

How Do You Know (M)

Underestimate Me (M)

Kid [Rossi!Daughter]

Mental Health Day [Rossi!Daughter]

Pro Fighter (F)

Happy Birthday (F)

Do You Want Me (Dead?) [Reid!Brother]

Hotch's Punishment (F)

Potential [Teen!Reader]

True Shock [Short!Reader]

Afterglow [Non Bau!Reader] [TW]

Survivor (F)

Hotch’s Daughter [Bau!Reader]

Family [Bau!Reader]

Love Is All You Need [Bau!Reader]

Sweet Pea [Hotch!Daughter]

Support System [Bau!Reader]

#criminal minds x reader #bau!reader #bau x reader #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #platonic x reader #male reader #platonic reader #non binary reader #derek morgan x reader #emily prentiss x reader

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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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Request from anon: hii there if its no problem could you do Hotch x reader (platonically) where she flinches and he pieces togheter that her husband has been (tw) abvsing her so he wants to help her??

Aaron Hotchner x platonic!reader

Summary: You're strong and fearless, but Hotch can see there's more going on under the surface. All he wants is to help set you free.

A/N: Thank you for this request! hopefully it's okay.

CW: suggestions that Hotch grew up in an abusive household, reader is physically, mentally, and finacially abused by her married partner

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You were smart and strong and fierce. You were one of the last people Aaron Hotchner ever thought he’d need to worry about. When you joined the BAU six months ago even Emily Prentiss was a bit intimidated by your assertive, but never impolite, nature. Your interrogation skills were top-notch, always knowing when to get loud and when to get quiet. You could break an unsub faster than Hotch. You weren’t quite as reckless as Morgan, but from day one you would have taken a bullet for anyone on the team. Reid claimed he could think better when you were there to pull his thoughts apart, asking him if everything really fit. JJ refused to practice hand-to-hand with you. Garcia fully admitted you were the last person she would have wanted to be on the bad side of. Rossi even wanted to train you in hostage negotiation.

But behind that confidence, quick-wit, bravery, and vigor, the BAU unit chief saw something else. There was a look in your eye that when you came into the office, you were relieved, but not in a I-made-it-to-work-on-time way; It was an I-can-relax-a-bit way. For the first couple months he wasn’t sure where he had seen it before, and it was driving him up a wall not being able to remember.

The first time he ever saw you really crack was during a case in New York. Hotch knew that the women on his team were strong- not hesitating to throw punches first and ask questions later if they ever felt uncomfortable with physical contact- so when you flinched away from one of the officers after he had grabbed you by the wrist, he found it odd.

On random days you came in looking far more exhausted than normal. Every once in a while you’d ditch your heels for something a bit more comfortable, accompanied by subtle wincing as you walked. If someone mentioned it, you brushed it off as having worked out too hard the previous day. The bags under your eyes were darker than bags some days. There were times when you wore high-collared shirts despite it being just a bit too warm.

Despite your tough exterior, you were good with families, particularly women. Just like Morgan, you were a protector type, so when victims didn’t feel safe you took it upon yourself to stay with them a little longer to make them feel better. That was, until there was a case which involved multiple battered women. The whole case you were far more quiet than normal and opted to stay at the station rather than go out in the field. When he asked if you would interrogate an unsub with Prentiss by your side, you asked if it would be possible for JJ to do it instead.

That’s when he remembered where he had seen the look before- he had seen it for years growing up. Every time he left the house with his mother and not his father, every time they stayed overnight in a place where his father was far away from them, Aaron’s mother had relaxed just a bit. Just like you did now.

He didn’t bring it up until the night after the team got home from the case. You were the last one in the bullpen, filling out copious amounts of paperwork that had piled up, probably from you being unable to do them at home out of fear. Aaron had his work packed for the night. He was about to go down to your desk and tell you to go home when you walked into his office.

“I finished paperwork up through Monday,” you handed him a stack of files.

“Thank you.” Hotch put the files on his desk. “You should go home now. It’s late.”

“I figured I might stay and try to get through another few files so it’s not as much work this weekend,” you said. If Hotch didn’t have all the evidence stacked in his mind, he almost would have believed you. You were convincing- too convincing. “But you have a goodnight, sir.”

You turned and walked away. Without thinking, Hotch grabbed your wrist lightly. Your face flinched as though you were about to be struck and pulled yourself out of his grasp as if his touch burned your skin. The edge of your sleeve rode up on your arm, revealing bruising that was still fresh.

“S-sorry.” It was the first time he had ever heard you trip over words. His heart broke just a little- the person standing in front of him was someone he didn’t recognize. “I’ll get those files to you by tomorrow, I promise.”

And now you were fawning. People like you didn’t fawn. Who had broken you so badly that you’d had to learn to survive like that?

“(Y/N),” Hotch said gently. “Who is he and what is he holding against you?”

Your eyes filled with tears and he could see that you were struggling not to cry. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Hotch sat back down at his desk and gestured for you to take the seat across from him. You did as you were told, your shoulders slightly caved, your spirit looking broken.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he said. “But I want you to know that you can come to me if you need someone safe.”

Now the tears were cascading down your face. Your hands were in your sleeves as you wiped them away, covering any possible marks. “When we got married he went behind my back and put everything in his name,” you said quietly. “My income now even… I can��t use it without him knowing. I have nothing… I’m worth nothing.”

Hotch knew those last three words weren’t just about money- they had been ingrained into you after years of hearing it over and over again, making you feel as though no one else could ever love you and that you were lucky to have the person you had. You let your sleeves out of your grasp and he could clearly see the bruising now- mostly green and yellow with traces of blue and black. He didn’t want to think about what marks were hidden where no one could possibly see them.

“That’s not true,” Hotch said. “You’re worth a lot. You’re worth a lot to the team and the people we save. Since the day you joined the BAU, you’ve dedicated yourself to helping people. If you’re okay with it, I’d like to help you.”

You took in his words and the look in your eye flickered for just a moment- going from a woman who was surviving, to the woman he knew you were; the one that fearlessly challenged death on a daily basis and made the grim reaper pray to live another day.

You hesitated, and then you nodded.

“I have a friend from law school who works a few pro bono cases a year. I’ll call her first thing tomorrow and you can speak to her about your situation. Garcia should be able to switch your income to go to an account where it will be held without him knowing, at least for a few weeks. You won’t have access to the balance until you can officially put your name on it, but it will give you something to fall back on if you have to settle in court. Now, it’s up to you where you stay. You can go home if you’d like, but if you don’t I’d be happy to make up the spare room for as long as you need. If he asks, say that you had to spend the night at the office. I’m more than willing to take the blame,” Hotch finished before taking a deep breath and starting again. “But don’t feel forced to do anything. This is to help set you free, not to trap you in a different cage. Do what you feel comfortable with. You probably haven't had control of your life like this in a long time, so you get to choose what happens.”

You looked down at the bruising on your wrists. Hotch watched, looking for the flicker again- hoping that it would come, that you wouldn’t go back, that you would realize you were worthy of having a good life free from being harmed inside your own home. And it did.

“Then,” you said, taking a deep breath. “I choose to be free.”

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 1 year

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No because the way I’m starving for new platonic/parental Hotch x teen reader comfort fics 😭

Same

I think I have read like every fic I can find and I’m still starving for more 😩

I just love to read whenever he’s a parental figure cause let’s be honest he’s the team dad

and I do desperately want to write comfort fics with him preferably as a father figure (wither it be teen or young adult? reader) or like biological/adopted dad or brother

I have some ideas which I’ll probably write soon but I wouldn’t mind if you had any ideas for a fic, you can just send them and I’ll see what I can do <3

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flumbliez · 2 years

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Could I request a criminals fic please? Where the reader is the youngest on the team (and Hotch kinda feels responsible for him) and they're going after the unsub, he's paired with Hotch and the reader ends up getting hurt and Hotch is a concerned dad™ (if you feel comfortable writing this)

Aaron Hotchner x Male Reader (Platonic)

Hello! So sorry for the late reply, I know it's been over a year, I didn't forget about you or anyone else in my ask box I just lost all motivation to write. However, I am back and better than ever! I hope this is to your liking, if it is not, please message me and I'll try to fix it as best as I can! I finished this at 5 am so please let me know if there are any spelling errors. Enjoy!

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*Warning: Canon Typical violence, swearing, hospitals

*He/Him pronouns

*Word count: 4574

*Aaron Hotchner x Male Reader (Platonic)

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The sun beat down on the team as they stood in the field examining the body of the newest victim. Napkins and handkerchiefs were used to mop up sweat as it poured down their necks, shirts were stuck to backs and water bottles were in high demand. Frustration was building up and tensions were high. This was the fifth body in two weeks, the locals were on edge and they had no new leads.

“These victims have nothing in common Hotch,” {Name} was visibly exhausted as he walked towards his superior. “Maria was a college student, Susanna was a lifeguard, Logan was a nanny, Tyler was retired, and,” he looked over to the mangled body that still layed on the side of the road, “he was in middle school at most.” The younger man rolled his shoulders to relieve some tension. He was antsy and irritated, he wanted to catch the unsub before anyone else could get hurt but they weren’t getting anywhere with the information the team had gathered.

Hotchner sighed as he took in the appearance of the team’s youngest. From the dirt clinging to the man’s sweaty arms to the way he was standing, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of sympathy for him. He looked defeated and tired, not ready to give up but definitely in need of a break. In the short time {Name} has been on the team, he had worked a lot harder than the rest to prove himself to the others. He stayed in the office later than everyone else, sometimes even later than Hotchner himself, just to get his paperwork done as soon as possible. He had made it his job to make sure everyone was in as high of spirits as they could be. While it had taken a while for the team to warm up to the idea of another agent joining their team, especially one that was as younger than Spencer, the resident team baby, they couldn’t picture the team without him now.

“Go back to the hotel, take a shower and get something to eat. We’ll go over the evidence again tomorrow when we can I.D. the boy.” Like always, Hotchner had sounded punctual and strict, but to someone who had known him long enough there was a distinct and faint fondness and sympathy in his voice.

“I can’t,” immediately opposed to the idea, {Name} stood up straighter and fixed his shirt in an attempt to look more composed. “We just got here, I’ve barely looked at the body, we haven’t had enough time to go over the crime scene in detail yet. We can’t just, go to bed now.”

“We aren’t,” Hotchner corrected him, “you are.” Before {Name} had the chance to rebel again, he carried on with his lecture. “You look exhausted {Name}, I can’t risk someone on my team being out of commission because he refuses to take care of himself.” {Name} was taken aback by this, not by Hotchner’s urge for him to go to the hotel, because his reasoning made sense; if he worked himself sick he wouldn’t be able to help his team, he would be useless, and the last thing he wanted to do was burden his team. What caught him off guard was hearing his first name. It wasn’t often that his boss would refer to anyone by their first name, especially while on a case.

The protests seemed to die in his throat as {Name} slouched back down and nodded. “Alright, but I expect a full report on everything first thing in the morning.” Hotchner nodded in agreement and {Name} turned away to leave. He took one last look at the body before sighing and getting in one of the team's SUVs to drive back to the hotel. He wasn’t exactly pleased that he had basically gotten scolded and sent to his room by his superior, but his fear of disappointing the team outweighed his pride so he conceded.

It was only once {Name} sat down on his hotel bed did he realize how tired he truly was. He quickly set an alarm on his phone before taking off his shoes and jacket and laying back. Despite being told to rest, he laid on the bed going over every piece of evidence the team had uncovered up until this point. The motive seemed to be all over the place, they had a small semblance of a clue at one point, but the new victim threw a wrench into all their ideas. {Name} kept brainstorming and coming up with new theories until he physically could no longer keep his eyes open or force his brain to focus. With no new workable theories, he fell asleep, still in his work clothes while his legs continued to hang off the bed.

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The rest of the night went by in a blur and soon enough {Name} had been startled awake by the sound of his alarm. A quick shower after he managed to pull himself out of bed washed away the sweat that accumulated on his skin over the night as well as the dirt that had remained clinging to him from the day before. He had only just finished adjusting his belt when his phone vibrated, he stumbled over to his bed to check the message. The text was from his boss urging him to arrive at the station as quickly as possible and had him trying to speed run putting on his shoes as he finished getting ready in a rush.

He didn't bother tying them as he grabbed the rest of his things and ran out the door, though he didn't get far before he tripped and fell. One of the hotel workers turned around as she heard the thud and stared at {Name} as he continued to lay on the ground in shame.

"Are you okay sir..?" She walked over cautiously, ready to call for security if something went wrong. The only response she got was a thumbs up and a groan. She would have helped him up, but she decided it was out of her pay grade and decided to leave the fallen man to his own devices.

Once left alone, {Name} moved to push himself up as he touched his cheek. With a hiss of pain, he pulled away his hand to see the faintest bit of blood. "Fuck, well that was embarrassing." His phone buzzed again, and after assuring his boss he was on his way, he tied his shoes and walked down the hall. This time, at a much slower pace.

He contemplated stopping for coffee as he left the building and called a cab, but Hotch’s message sounded urgent so he decided against it. The ride seemed to take forever, and {Name}’s leg was bouncing as he buzzed with nerves by the time they pulled up to the station. He gave the cab driver a considerable tip as he rushed out of the car and up the stairs to the building. He had taken only a few steps into the building before a vest was shoved into his hands by JJ and he was gestured back out of the building.

“What’s going on?” The vest was quickly secured as they made their way out of the building and to the SUVs.

"We got a hit on the unsub, Hotch will explain more in the car we don’t have much time.” JJ rushed him towards the first car in the line up before going back into the building to deal with the outrage ensuing in the station.

A manilla folder was placed into {Name}’s hands as he buckled himself in. A quick glance was thrown towards his team leader before he opened the folder and got to reading. The unsub was Jacob Daring, a white man in his 40s, unemployed and apparently had been turned down from every job he applied for. As he kept reading, Hotchner began relaying the more in depth information, “the reason we couldn’t find a connection between the victims is because there was none. They were all victims of opportunity.”

“Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time…” {Name} continued shuffling through the papers as they continued to the unsub’s house, merely minutes away now. “The interview dates line up with the killings, that’s the stressor? He gets rejected and takes his anger out on the next person he sees?”

“Precisely, the more rejections he received the more violent his attacks. We’ve managed to track him down to his apartment, Reid and Morgan are on the scene already working on negotiations. He’s got a hostage, Marium Lancing, 20 years old, he grabbed her from the street when he saw the police pull up.” The pair pulled up across the street from the unsub’s house, {Name} could see him pacing in the window, in between him and the window was the hostage. She was wrapped in duct tape with her mouth taped shut as well. As he and Hotchner made their way across the street to the rest of the team, he could see she was already injured, bleeding from the head somewhere.

“He’s not talking to us Hotch,” Derek accosted the two as they got near. “He won’t pick up the phone, last time we tried to call he got violent. The snipers can’t get a clear shot either, he’s too erratic, there’s too much in the way blocking the shot.” He let out a frustrated sigh as he gestured around, “what’s the plan boss?”

Hotchner looked around, taking in the building, observing the unsub as he paced, before shaking his head and sighing himself. “We need to send someone inside, someone to talk to him, get him to listen. He thinks the people he’s killed are the reason no one hired him, there’s no doubt he thinks she’s the reason he got caught.” He crossed his arms and looked at his team once more. “We can send Reid in, have him empathize with the unsub, maybe we can convince him to let her go.”

Derek nodded before heading over to Spencer, helping him gear up and informing him of the plans. {Name} busied himself with talking to the police on scene, they had gotten there before the bau did, so he assumed they would have a bit more information on the situation than his team did. Unfortunately he was sorely mistaken, the police had been anything but helpful since the team arrived to pick up the case, he didn’t know why he even bothered. As he walked back over to where his team was stationed he glanced over at the window, hoping to see how his colleague, and maybe friend, was fairing. He managed to find Spencer, standing off to the side, trying to talk the unsub into letting the girl go. {Name} stood there and watched for a few moments before he noticed Spencer quickly glance at him before looking back at the unsub, shaking his head.

{Name} looked from Spencer to the unsub and froze. He was staring back at him, wide eyed before it turned into a glare and he began to yell at Spencer. {Name} quickly made his way back over to his team only minutes before Spencer came back out of the building and rushed over. He could hear the unsub still yelling from inside as the door was left open.

“We have a problem.” Spencer began, speaking quickly and wringing his fingers together. “I was getting somewhere at first, he was starting to listen to me. But then, he looked out the window and got angry, he started yelling and saying I wouldn’t give him what, uhm, who he wanted.” He looked at the ground for a second, swallowing his nerves before looking back at Hotchner.

“Who does he want?” The entire group looked over at the house as a shoe was thrown at the window, effectively smashing it and making the yelling appear louder. “Who does he want Reid? We’re running out of time,” Hotchner stressed, ready to just go in himself to save the hostage.

“{Name}. He said he wanted {Name}. He didn’t say what for, he just kept saying he would only talk to {Name}.”

“No.” Hotchner immediately shut down the idea.

“I’ll go in.” {Name} said at the same time, pausing and looking over at his boss after they spoke over each other.

“Absolutely not.” Hotchner denied again, shaking his head. “You’ve never negotiated in a hostage situation, you’re not prepared for this. We also don’t know why he wants you out of everyone. It’s too risky, we’ll figure something else out. Morgan, do the snipers have a shot?”

“Negative boss.”

“I can do it!” {Name} tightened his vest and stood up straighter. This was his chance, his moment to prove himself to the team. While yes, he’s been involved in negotiations before, it had never been up to him to save the day. The team still treated him as if he would break being under pressure, this was his chance to prove to them he could do it. Not to mention there was the chance that the unsub would kill the hostage if he didn’t go. He had shown that he was unwilling to bargain up until now, it would be stupid to give up the opportinuty to free the girl now.

“No, you can’t.” {Name} sighed as Hotchner, once again, shut him down.

“What choice do we have? There is a life on the line, we don’t know how much longer he will be willing to wait before this ends in a murder suicide. If we send someone else in it might trigger him to kill one last time, that’s not a chance we can take.” He tried his best to reason with the unit chief, as he looked around at the rest of the team gathered there he could see them, reluctantly, agreeing with him.

They stood there in silence for a few moments before a pan flying out the window brought them back to the issue at hand. “Fine, but I’m coming in with you, you’re not going in alone.”

“Deal.”

As they walked up to the door together, Hotchner tried his best to prepare {Name} for whatever was about to happen. “If the unsub tries to get you to leave my line of sight, don’t let him. If he comes at you, step out of the way and let me deal with him.” {Name} opened his mouth, ready to defend his capabilities before he quickly shut it at the look Hotchner gave him. “I know you can defend yourself, but only one of us carries a gun.”

They both paused outside the door, taking a moment to collect themselves before they headed inside, {Name} in the lead. “Jason Daring? My name is {Full Name}, I am with the FBI, you said you wanted to talk to me?” He slowly crept into the doorway that connected the living room to the hallway, hands raised in the air. He fought back a flinch as Jason violently turned to him, pointing a standard kitchen knife at him. “Can you put the knife down?” He knew Jason wouldn’t, he was too paranoid to drop his defenses too easily, however the question alerted Hotchner, who was standing to the side out of view, that he was armed.

“No, no no!” Jason screamed at him. “You,” he walked over to his hostage, pulling her out of the chair and using her as a cover while holding the knife to her throat, “are not in the position to be making demands.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry” {Name} apologized, he watched as the unsub relaxed his grip on her hair, seemingly calming down a fraction at the lack of authority {Name} presented. “You wanted to talk right? Why don’t we talk?”

“Drop your weapons.” Jason retightened his grip on the girl and gestured with his head to {Name}.

“I don’t have any weapons.”

“Bullshit.” He spit out. “Don’t LIE TO ME!” {Name} took a breath to steady himself as he slowly reached for his pockets, turning them inside out.

“I am not allowed to carry a gun, and I do not have any other type of weapons on me, I promise. I just want to talk.” {Name} spoke calmly and slowly, fearing that any other type of reaction would trigger a negative response. He could see Hotchner slowly pull out his gun and get into position, ready to shoot if the situation escalated.

“That's not all you want. You don’t care about me, all you want is this stupid bitch to walk free from her crimes!” Jason began to rant, flailing his arm that still held the knife as he yelled. “You think I don’t know?! Do you think I’m stupid?” He let go of the hostage, too caught up in his yelling to fully comprehend his surroundings.

{Name} paused and refrained from making any sudden movements that would alert the unsub to look over at him. He turned his attention over to the hostage and motioned for her to slowly try to make her way over.

“I do care Jason, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t care. You’re not stupid, we can talk this out if you let us talk.” Jason still hadn’t realized his hostage was escaping, he might have never realized if she hadn’t tripped on her way out, falling into a wall before simply running out the door. At the bang, Jason finally turned his attention back to the scene at hand and was outraged.

“You fucking bitch!” Jason threw the knife on the ground as he reached into his waistband and pulled out a gun no one knew he had before. Before he could even process what was going on, searing pain overtook {Name}’s senses as two bullets struck him in the shoulder and he dropped to the floor. He hadn’t heard the bangs, he hadn’t even registered the pain until he was already on the ground and felt the blood on his hand as he touched his shoulder. He felt like he was drifting in a bubble, he had never been shot before, the feeling was foriegn and unwelcomed. He was vaguely aware of Hotchner stepping next to him and firing two shots at the unsub before he also dropped to the ground to check on his youngest subordinate.

The rest of the team had rushed into the building, alerted by the first gunshot. Derek rushed past the two on the floor and grabbed hold of the unsub, holding him to the ground as he tried to make his escape. Only one of Hotchner’s bullets hit him. Spencer had rushed back outside to alert the police they needed an ambulance and to help JJ, who had arrived while {Name} was inside, console the hostage. Emily stayed with {Name} and Hotchner, helping to suppress the bleeding and keep {Name} awake until the ambulance arrived. She glanced up from where her hands were pressed against the wound and looked at her boss, he had not said a word to any of them since the gunfire.

They continued to sit there in silence until the ambulance arrived, EMTs quickly carried him onto a stretcher and into the ambulance. The vehicle did not linger long before rushing off, {Name} had already lost a lot of blood by the time they had arrived and they had to rush to ensure he wouldn’t lose much more. The team watched the ambulance drive away until it had turned a corner and they lost sight of it. Few words were exchanged between them as they wrapped up the crime scene, Spencer and Emily headed back to the precinct as JJ spoke to the press and Hotchner and Derek followed after the ambulance. When they got to the hospital they were told it would be a few hours before {Name} would be surgery, one of the bullets hadn’t come out and was stuck in his arm, but the doctors were hopeful for a full recovery. Luckily the other one was a clean shot, with a few stitches and enough time to heal all that would be left would be a scar.

Over the next few hours, the rest of the team began to show up one by one. Derek had returned to the hotel to shower and change his clothes, he had brought a change of clothes for Hotchner, and {Name}, on his return as the older man refused to leave the hospital. The team, in fresh clothes and slightly better spirits, took their seats and waited together to hear any news about {Name}.

It was a few hours after everyone had gotten settled that a nurse and doctor came back out to greet them. “Hello, I hope you are all doing well today. There was a slight complication with surgery, but nothing that should affect the recovery process. We will need to keep him here for the next few days to monitor his vitals, he had lost a lot of blood upon revival. We were able to recover what was lost, but he may still feel the effects of the blood loss when he wakes up. He is on strong pain medication right now, but we will gradually wean him off over the course of the next few days.” The doctor paused and let the group absorb the information.

“Is he allowed visitors?”

“We can only allow one person in his room right now, though I would like to warn you he is still asleep Mr..?”

“Aaron Hotchner,” he stood up and reached out to shake the doctor’s hand. “I am the unit chief of the BAU.”

“FBI right?” The doctor shook his hand as Hotchner answered his question with a nod. “Would one of you like to go see him?”

Hotchner glanced over at his team and gave them a moment to speak up, when none of them did, he nodded his head and turned back to the doctor. “I will.” The doctor nodded and gestured to the nurse before they broke away from the group as the nurse led Hotcher to {Name}’s room. As predicted, the young man was still asleep when they had stepped into the room. The nurse checked his vitals one last time before she left the room to give Hotchner privacy. He looked back as the door clicked shut, but only for a moment before he focused his sight back on his agent in the hospital bed. He looked much better now than he did earlier, bleeding out on the floor of a dirty, rundown house. The colors of life were back in his face, gone was the sickly pale that had taken over previously.

Hotchner took a seat next to the bed and back heavily in the chair he was in. The tension bled from his shoulders as the steady beat of the heart monitor persisted. He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there, eyes closed, listening to the beeping until the sound of movement caught his attention.

“Hotch?” The voice was quiet and scratchy, but nonetheless {Name}’s. “Did we get ‘im?” He blearily looked over at Hotchner, he was not able to fully make out who he was seeing, but he had no doubt about who he was talking to.

“Yeah,” Hotchner responded after taking a moment to compose himself, “we did. How are you feeling {Name}?” He spoke softly, in such an affectionate and caring way {Name} had to do a double take as he suddenly doubted he was talking to the same man. It was out of character for the strict, focused, and “married to his job” Aaron Hotchner to speak to one of his colleagues with such softness of tone.

“I’m okay, I think.” {Name} wiped his eyes with his uninjured arm and pushed himself to sit up more. He glanced around the room before taking in all the tubes and wires attached to him. “Shit, they’ve got me on the good stuff huh?” He laughed to himself for a moment, ignoring the slight pain it caused, before he caught himself. “Oh um, sorry Hotch.” He looked back over at his boss, surprised to see the slight smile on his face.

“I’m glad you’re doing better. You gave us a real scare, you know?”

“I’m sorry, really account for the hostage tripping, or for the unsub to have a gun, or for me to get shot.. I guess I wasn’t as prepared as I thought I was.” {Name} sighed, guilt flooded his system as he recounted the events in his head. He had put his team under unnecessary stress all because he wasn’t ready for the task he took on. “You were right, I wasn’t ready. I’m so sorry.” The guilt combined with the pain medication did not do much to stop the tears that came cascading from {Name}’s eyes, dropping onto the hospital blanket in his lap.

“Hey, {Name}, it’s okay,” Aaron stood up and reached over, wrapping his arms around the crying man in a hug. “As much as we try, we can’t be prepared for everything, mistakes and accidents happen. We’re just happy you’re alright. We caught the unsub, the hostage got out unharmed and is now back with her family.” He hesitated before continuing, “we know how important you are to the functionality of the team, {Name}. You don’t have to prove yourself to us, you already have.”

{Name} wiped his tears and looked up at Aaron, of course he would know what the whole thing truly was about, they weren’t top profilers for nothing. Though they had an agreement to not profile each other on the team, it was only natural for them to do it anyway, it is human nature to want to know what is unknown. “That’s not,” {Name} tried to deny the claims but decided it wasn’t worth it, too drained from everything that had happened. It’s not like it wasn’t true anyways, he wanted to prove that he can be reliable, he wanted to show that he belonged on the team like everyone else.

“We’ve all been the new guy on the team, all of us. We’ve all tried to prove our worth, to show that we are important to the structure, that we can provide something no one else can.” Aaron pulled back from the hug and sat on the edge of the bed instead. “I know you want to prove yourself to me, I wish it was in less dangerous ways but.. you have already shown that this team needs you. We wouldn’t be able to function as well as we do if you were there, just like if Reid wasn’t there or Morgan wasn’t there. We all bring something to the team, we’re all essential in our own way.”

{Name} took a few breaths to calm himself before he looked back up at Aaron and held his pinkie out to him. “Promise?”

Aaron rolled his eyes with a fond smile. It was childish, a pinkie promise, but sometimes we have to do childish, silly things for those we love. He interlocked his pinkie with {Name}’s and promised. Promised that he had value on the team, promised that the team needed him just as much as he needed the team. He promised that he would protect him, like a father would his son.

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ebullientheart · 9 months

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back to you. aaron hotchner x reader

content — hurt/comfort. arguing. alcohol. drunk!reader. bau!reader. fem!reader. fluff. best friend emily. requested.

aaron drives to pick you up after a fight.

working at the bau left little time for romantic partnerships. hotch knew that, it’s what ended his first marriage. when the both of you were employed there, however, it was slightly different. less lonely. but the time you had off the job was real time together, time to be a family and act unprofessionally. and sometimes, real families spend their real time together arguing. it happens.

“i am trying not to yell, but you are not listening to me, aaron!” you hissed, shoving your phone and keys into your pocket.

his frustration dissipated only slightly as he asked, “where are you going?”

“emily’s. i’ll text you when i’m there.” you huffed and shut the door. it wasn’t slammed, out of respect for your building, but mentally you took it off the hinges and he could feel that energy clearly.

true to your word and commitment to safety, you text him when you got into emily’s car. he didn’t answer, but you knew he saw it. she winced as you shut her door with a bit too much force, earning herself a sincere apology from you as all the fight left your bones. she looked sympathetic as she said, “that bad, huh?”

“don’t think we’ve ever had one like it. we’ve never been so… childish.” you admitted, twisting your fingers anxiously.

“do you want to talk about it?”

“i’m not feeling emotionally vulnerable enough. maybe after a drink.”

she snorted, “well, childish problems require… immature solutions.”

she turned her car away from the road leading to her apartment, instead pulling up to a bar and cutting the engine there. despite yourself, you smirked, “immature solutions.”

“shots.” she said, like ‘duh’.

you accepted it, still feeling ‘immature’ enough to do at least four with her before the guilt began to settle in. but you had to admit, you were having fun with your friend, and the stress was on the back burner. the two of you danced like people much younger than yourselves, giggling maniacally in a very atypical fashion. any men that approached you were met steadily with four middle fingers. unless it was the bartender, who was met with “two more!”

you were too giddy to note that emily had stopped at her first, just to keep an eye on you. and to make sure she was in a fit state to drive, two hours after your arrival.

eventually though, you began to register how sticky your hands were from the bar. your jacket was sticking to your arms from the sweat. your anger at aaron was rolling back in waves, unsettling the hair on your arms, and you were responsible enough to acknowledge that the fun was coming to a close. emily noticed too, smiling at you, “done?”

you laughed, “i think so.”

“c’mon, let’s call hotch.”

you stopped laughing as she let you lean on her for support, both of you leaving the bar into the cold night. you instantly shivered, the wind immediately turning your damp skin frozen, and complained, “i’m mad at aaron, though.”

emily patted the side of your head affectionately, “you’ve been asking for him for the last twenty minutes.”

with an eye roll, you murmured, “i’m still mad.”

your best friend was startled at the sudden tears on your waterline, “but i love him. is he coming here?”

she pulled your phone from your pocket and handed it to you, prompting you kindly, “ring him.”

you blinked and accepted, almost dropping your cell to the mercy of the concrete. she laughed, guiding the two of you to a bench nearby and glaring at a creep before he had to chance to approach. he scuttled.

trying not to slur as he picked up on the third ring and not the first, “aaron?”

“pass the phone to emily.”

defiantly, remembering your argument, you put him on speaker instead, as though this was the ultimate act of rebellion. after a beat, he deadpanned, “prentiss, you took her drinking?”

you put a finger over her lips before she could answer, all but whining, “don’t ignore me.”

emily lightly removed your hand from her mouth, “i’m bringing her home.”

you heard mumbling and a disgruntled sigh, before, “no, i’m coming. text me the location, prentiss.”

he hung up and you pouted, “why didn’t he ask me to text him?”

she decided as a courtesy to not point out your intoxication would prevent you from typing coherently, resorting to another head pat. you were still pouting all too dramatically when a familiar car pulled up, and aaron emerged from the driver’s side. he strode over to you with a set, stern face. emily kissed your cheek before departing, whispering something about emotional vulnerability, but you were too drunk to remember your earlier statement.

during the night, you’d spilled details of the argument to emily, and while the blame was to be shared equally, she was your best friend, and she still cocked a brow at hotch before getting into her own car.

“drive safe.” he muttered, replacing her spot next to you on the bench. you, at this point, looked incredibly disheveled. aaron thought you looked as beautiful as ever, and if you were sober, you would’ve seen that fondness in his eyes. but you weren’t, and all you were thinking about was his attitude on the phone, so you shifted away from him.

he looked pained as his hand twitched towards yours, the closest to reaching out he could manage, and he tried to coax you back over to him, “are you still angry about our fight?”

his voice was soft, and it reminded you that you weren’t. you hadn’t really been since getting in emily’s car, everything else just residual effects from too much tequila. you frowned, sounding petulant and not at all your age, “no, i guess not.”

“can we go home and talk?” aaron handed you a bottle of water you downed, beginning to feel more like yourself. in that action, he wrapped his palm around yours, encouraged when you didn’t pull away.

you finally moved over to him and he released a breath, “i’m sorry for being childish.”

“i’m sorry for pushing you to that.”

it wasn’t all sunny again, you both knew at some point you’d have to talk about the root of the issue. you also both knew that point would be tomorrow morning, because your head was beginning to droop against his shoulder.

you shamelessly inhaled against his shirt, missing every sense he provided you with since you’d stormed out, and said, “i didn’t say i love you before i left.”

“no, you didn’t.” he admitted, and the way he sagged minimally told you that you weren’t the only one who’d been thinking about that.

he pulled you back as he felt tears wet the fabric of his top, practically aching as you clumsily reached for his face, “i love you. a lot.”

aaron swiped them from your cheeks, not bothering to tell you that you didn’t need to cry, because he knew it would only spur it further. he learnt that lesson a while back.

“i love you too, honey. home?”

though you were coming round, your steps were uneven enough to have him almost fully supporting you as you walked the very short distance to his car, which was definitely not parked where it should be. once he was sure your seatbelt was on, he drove off, and you weren’t paying any attention until you got into bed.

for the first time since, you realised he wasn’t next to you, and you shot up like a bolt, anxiously calling his name. he re-entered the room with water and tylenol, which he placed on your nightstand, answering, “i’m here, it’s okay.”

only when he settled down on the other side of the bed did you stop moving your hands, a nervous habit he recognised. even when it ceased, he covered both your hands with one of his. he wasn’t sure if he wanted you to hear when he said, “i was scared you weren’t going to come back.”

you twisted into him, and on reflex he wrapped an arm around your waist, “i shouldn’t have left. but i will always come back to you, aaron.”

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