Starter call for SSA Aaron Hotchner.

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“ will you please talk to me? please? “

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It was late, probably around midnight, when Jaycee finally shut down her computer and closed her case notes. A few scattered lamps remained illuminated to cast a comforting yellow light across the desks. With the ceiling lights off, it was a fairly comfortable place for Jaycee after they returned from hard cases. It reminded her of late nights in the Marshals office in Lexington.

Before she had ever joined the Marshals Service, Jaycee had spent countless late nights with Tim while he finished up his paperwork. Then after she joined they did paperwork side by side and chatted about their day.

It was one of her favorite parts of her day and their relationship. Their home life was never brought into work or intruded by work after they had left the building.

Until it did.

As she grabbed her phone from her desk, Jaycee saw the dim light in Aarons office. It wasn't rare that he was here later than everyone else on the team. He didn't have much to go home to anymore. Jaycee headed up the stairs to his office to let him know she was going home. She knocked gently on the doorframe. "Sir," Jaycee spoke softly as to not startle him.

With a motion of his hand and soft words, he invited her to sit down. Jaycee moved to one of the two chairs across from him. The warnings he gave were the same as the ones she had heard from Rossi and Morgan. Don't let the job consume you.

"It's not that, Hotch," Jaycee told him. "The job isn't consuming me, I promise." Her voice was sure of the statement but there was more there. Jaycee had yet to open up to the team and let them into her personal life.

Aaron was the closest one to it, she figured, only because he had witnessed her relationship with Tim in the office. He knew she had left something behind and it was wearing on her. It had been for the months that she worked here.

"Will you please talk to me? Please?" He asked of her.

Jaycee looked at her hands while she thought over what she should tell him. With a deep breath and courage she did not feel, Jaycee nodded and brought her eyes back to his.

"It's comfortable here, Sir. This is home now." She motioned to the bullpen. "There's noise here, even after everyone has gone home and my apartment is too quiet."

The One That Got Away

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Mr. Ethan had brought him here, now that he had been healed up. Jonathan was scared at first, but it was where Mr. Ethan used to work, to catch bad guys like Leo, and if Mr. Ethan had worked there, it had to be okay, right?

Carefully, Jonathan had turned his Things over in his pocket. There was a phone, and there was a pen, and there were papers and sketches folded up tight into a good size handful. The papers had the whole story of what had happened written out, and they’d worked hard to make it together.

About how nice Leo had been at first, and how things had changed, about the tapes of weeping, screaming people strapped over his head and the knives and the horrors in the basement that had eventually climaxed with the removal of his eye. And he wasn’t to take off his clothes, Mr. Ethan told him. The injuries to his body were shown in the sketches.

After hours and hours of talking, Mr. Ethan finally explained what had happened to him, that the parts where the funny fishes came out of the walls and held him down but had let him live was, in fact, a sort of pretend story, but it was not a lie. It happened that Leo had stuck him with pufferfish poison so that he would hold still while his eye was cut out, a circumstance so horrifying that his mind made up another version of what happened.

Now, here he was, waiting to meet Mr. Special Agent Hotchner, who Mr. Ethan said was the best man to talk to about what had happened to him, and what would happen to Leo, now.

Jonathan’s physical injuries:

- HEALED: Severe concussion - HEALED: Multiple fractures, right leg - Right eye cut out of head - Scar in right arm from tearing out IV - Multiple sets of scars across his body reading “LEO” and “I SHALL NOT”, as well as a finished tic-tac-toe game carved across his chest and human bite marks. - HEALED: Mild fever from being kept in the cold and damp and now walking, making the cold he had develop into something worse. - SOMEWHAT HEALED: Underfed

What Flavor is Your Soul?

Grace Taylor

Rosemary

ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

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Bailey was recruited fresh out of PT school. A sweet 27 year old walked into the darkest building she had ever seen and shivered with the cold. Note to self bring a jacket. Before she could properly take in her surroundings she was met by another blonde smiling and leading her to the unit chiefs office. “Hello Mr.Hotchner. My name is Bailey. I will be the Physical therapist serving your unit.”

@ssa-ahotchner gets a semi-plotted starter! 

“Are you sure this is absolutely necessary?” 

She knew there was someone on the loose - someone from a past case - but other than that, the details had been omitted from her. All she’d been told was that she needed to pack her bags because she and Jack and their father were going to be going into witness protection, for their own good. 

For a sixteen year old, that was almost the equivalent to the end of the world. She was going to have to leave her friends, her school, her entire life behind, and she hated it. Hated it with a fiery passion. Why couldn’t they stay here? Her dad was an FBI agent, for fuck’s sake, couldn’t he take care of them? 

“Why do we have to do this? Why can’t we stay here? You’re asking me to just pack up and leave the only life I’ve ever known. My house, my friends, everything, and you won’t even give me the full reason why. You can’t expect me to just cave in and agree to this, dad. It’s not fair.”

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Criminal Minds - Werksliste

These are all stories about Criminal Minds I reblogged so far. They’re all in alphabetical order and not in some kind of ranking.

And although it might sound a bit cliche, it’s true: I love every single one of those stories and every single one of them is a masterpiece in it’s own way. I’m more than happy to be able to read those works. So thank you, dear author, for publishing those stories. For bringing up the courage to share them with the world.

Team x Reader

Date Night [daughter!reader] by @tissytumbles

Aaron “Hotch” Hotchner x Reader

Jealous by @ssa-ahotchner [blog deleted]

Let it be me by @itsaquestionofcontrol

Stalking your nightmares by @x-criminalminds-x [story deleted]

Two Sides of the same Coin [no relationship / UNSUB!reader] by @dontshootmespence

Derek Morgan x Reader

En garde by @locke-writes

Pig by @criminalmindsmad

Spencer Reid x Reader

Candyfloss and novocaine [no relationship / UNSUB!reader] by @dontshootmespence

Finally safe by @criminallysupernatural

Hallucination by @give-me-a-moose

If you don’t want your story to be mentioned on this list, feel free to message me. I will delete it as soon as possible :)

Here you can find my other lists about DC, Marvel, etc.

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NICKNAME: J. STAR SIGN: Leo/Virgo cusp. (I’m literally always a half & half...) HEIGHT: 5′4½ ″ CURRENT TIME: 12:31am. FAVE MUSIC ARTIST: This changes because I’m always looking for new music & there’s always the classic lifelong favorites. The Beatles, My Chemical Romance, Taking Back Sunday, The Starting Line, Hey Violet, The Chainsmokers, Transviolet, Halsey, FGL, Imagine Dragons. So many. I love music you guys.  LAST MOVIE WATCHED: Beauty & the Beast? I think. When I watched it with my friends the other night. Last movie I saw in theaters was Kingsman 2 though. LAST SHOW WATCHED: Rick & Morty.  WHEN DID YOU CREATE YOUR BLOG: July 2017.  WHAT KIND OF STUFF DO YOU POST: Threads & memes, a lot of aesthetic stuff. incorrect Riverdale quotes & bts show stuff. Occasional mun pics & posts. OTHER BLOGS: I have my one other rp blog I’ve more or less abandoned for a bit & my personal blog I’ve had for YEARS. If anyone is really interested, feel free to ask.  WHY DID YOU CHOOSE YOUR URL: because the idea that the “perfect girl” persona and bubblegum pink Betty is associated with is just a guise for who she really is and the darker parts of her as merely thinly veiled beneath the surface. HOGWARTS HOUSE: Ravenclaw/Gryffindor. POKEMON TEAM: Mystic. FAVORITE COLOR: red & black usually. sometimes green. AVG HOURS SLEEP: 9-14+. I’ve been sick with mono twice in my life and it permanently affected how much I sleep it’s pretty insane.   LUCKY NUMBERS: I don’t really believe in lucky numbers actually? HOW MANY BLANKETS DO YOU SLEEP WITH?: Two. DREAM JOB: Writer, actor. I would love to write Young Adult fiction novels but also get into TV writing, it would be a dream to write on a TV series as the entertainment industry has always been a passion of mine my entire life. FOLLOWING: 72. FOLLOWERS: 62.

New Beginnings: An OOC Announcement/Post

Hello, old friends and future friends alike!       After taking a long break to figure some personal things out, to nurture my muse and to reground myself, I am elated and excited to announce I will be returning to this blog full-time! It has been far too long since I have stood in Aaron Hotchner’s shoes, and am so thankful to have the ability to continue writing as this amazing character.

A few house cleaning announcements: I plan to drop all old threads, unless you come to me and we discuss otherwise. I’d like this to be a clean start, and while this is in no way saying I don’t want to continue writing with all my old writing partners, I’d prefer to start fresh with them as it has been far too long since I’ve been here. I have also reworked my Guidelines/Rules, and respectfully request that you check them out here.  To all of you that may be reading this and have not written with me previously- please do not hesitate to shoot me a message/ask! I am actively looking for new writers to write with, whether canon or original characters, and would love to talk with you regarding setting up a thread. lastly, I have completely revamped my blog with an awesome theme, and while it is mostly complete, there are a couple links/buttons that aren’t quite up and running yet, so please don’t pay too much attention to those. I am so excited to be back, and hope to write with all of you soon! Thanks for reading, James AKA SSA-AHotchner

❛  since  when  does  that  matter ?  ❜

Jaycee hummed a little at his words. The vibration of his voice could be felt throughout his chest, where her head was currently resting. She'd abandoned the arm of the couch to listen to his steady heartbeat. With his fingers running through her hair, her eyes had closed, and he was slowly lulling her to sleep. His question had brought her eyebrows closer together, creating lines in the center of her forehead. Since when had it mattered if she fell asleep in the middle of the day on their day off? These were her favorite days. She wanted to soak up every moment of their limited time alone. Falling asleep on him was oh-so-tempting but she wanted nothing more than to just be with him. The house was quiet, soft music playing from the record player in the corner made her apartment feel homey. Rain pattered against the window outside. It was one of the days that others might call dreary but Jaycee loved when it rained. She'd missed the thunderstorms in her hometown. She was so happy that Aaron was here with her today, too. Her fingers moved gently over the center of his chest, only inches from her face. "I guess it doesn't matter but I want to be awake and spend time with you." She whispered. "We don't get many down days to ourselves." Tea that had since gone cold sat on the coffee table, Jaycee was far too comfortable to move to get it once she'd found herself wrapped in Aaron's arms. "I love you."

the analyzing heart

you have the soul of an intellect. you like to figure out how things work, you want to take them apart and put them back together again. you strive for answers and you're not afraid to ask the difficult questions. one day you'll have to learn to accept not everything can be explained away. it's okay to let your heart bleed. it's okay to let your soul long for impossible things. the most incredible mysteries are the ones that are never solved, but merely felt.

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❝ . . . Hey, ‘SCUSE ME, mister . . .       What’re all these F-B-I guys doin’ around here ???    Did ya CATCH somebody or somethin’ ??? ❞

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Bailey arrived early carrying a rather large box. She was surprised to see that one office already had the light on and a person rustling around inside. She read the name on the door and nodded. His reputation had surely gotten to her before he had the chance to and it made sense.

Bailey dressed in a tight leotard and leggings clipped her badge to her pants and sat the box down in her office before going and introducing herself.

She hesitantly knocked on the door before opening and entering. “Special agent Bailey Perrier but you can call me Bailey sir.” She smiled. He was handsome. So much so that it surprised her. He was rugged and looked like he didn’t sleep. He looked like he was a natural born crime fighter and something about him drew him to her.

@ssa-ahotchner gets a semi-plotted starter!

It was her first case since joining the BAU, and it was a hell of a doozy. Not only was it rough, but it was bringing back so many memories. She’d been fighting off the emotions it dredged up the entire plane ride over, and she hoped she would be able to push them down when they started their investigation. 

Three women now had been brutally murdered in their homes. In all three cases, the perp had killed them right before the victim’s children would be coming home from school to find their mother. All three were brunettes, all were single mothers, and all were widows who lost their husbands to the war. 

The Behavioral Analysis Unit had just touched base with the local police station in Little Rock, and now they were in a conference room, convening to hear where they would be assigned. Alex was incredibly nervous for several reasons - the biggest being that she felt a need to prove herself - to prove that she wasn’t on the team simply because of her last name; because of who her father was.

Her eyes were cast downward, going through the case file once more. “I can go interview the kids,” she volunteered, looking up and to Aaron. He ultimately had the final say, and she would have to go where he sent her, but she wanted to do this. She knew what they were feeling - she’d been there before. “See what they have to say about what they saw. If maybe there was someone new in their mom’s life. They may know more than what they told the officers here.”