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Trophy wife

Pt. 2 is out - It´s Mutual

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~ 4.5K

Warnings: Typical case descriptions, kissing and petting, enemies to lovers, a set up for a smut. Summary: When an unsub targets trophy wives, (Y/N) is asked to go undercover with her nemesis, Spencer Reid, posing as a couple to lure the killer. As they navigate a high-stakes operation, tensions escalate, blurring the lines between their professional and personal animosity.

Preview: "All this animosity, the bickering... we don't actually hate each other; we want each other.” He stared into my eyes before continuing, “And I don't think I can go another day without tasting you."

A/N: Hi everyone, this is my first-ever fanfiction. I initially wanted to write smut, but to add depth, I decided to craft this background story. English is not my first language. I hope you all enjoy it, and any and all comments are appreciated 🍒

“Are those poker chips?” Derek asked as the images from the most recent crime scene appeared on the screen behind Garcia.

"Bingo, my lucky charm! Those are poker chips, and you've hit the jackpot," Garcia continued. “This is the second woman to be found in a motel room stabbed and extremely beaten in the last two weeks.”

“The Vegas police have requested our help,” Hotch informed as he analyzed the pictures.

Ross quirked up his eyebrows as an amused smile played on his lips. "Well, either he really likes poker, or he's on a mission to prove that crime can be a high-stakes game…"

"Well, he's certainly raising the stakes in our investigation," I added, my remark eliciting another round of chuckles.

"Children, behave, please," JJ attempted to redirect the team's focus to the situation at hand.

As I scanned the pictures, my index finger reached above the image on the table. "The persistent appearance of poker chips as a signature strongly suggests a connection to the unsub’s personal experiences, perhaps indicating a deep involvement with poker, possibly even as a player. Maybe…”

“While symbolism is intriguing, we should prioritize empirical evidence. Jumping to conclusions based on perceived patterns might lead us astray." My brows furrowed in annoyance as I turned my head, hearing him cut off my train of thought. His tone carried a subtle bitterness, as if questioning the validity of my analysis.

And there he fucking was again, Dr. Spencer Reid, incessantly questioning my every move, as if my mere presence irked him to no end.

Our "relationship," if you could really call it that, was basically just a constant back-and-forth of arguing, interruptions, and tension you could practically cut with a knife. We tried to keep it professional for the team's sake, but it was obvious we weren't exactly best buds.

And what kept his skepticism going wasn't just about work competition; it was personal. He had this lingering grudge because I had stepped in after his buddy, Alex Blake, bailed on the BAU, leaving him behind.

To be honest, his animosity seemed mostly one-sided. At first, I admired Spencer's intellect and respected his dedication to the job. Plus, let's be real, I wasn't blind—I definitely noticed he was a good-looking guy. But his hostility kind of pushed me to throw up walls and respond with a guarded attitude. And then, well, naturally, I found some twisted enjoyment in getting under his skin and making him lose his cool.

"How can you have an IQ of 182 and yet be so clueless?" I scoffed, laughing. "Sure, you're intelligent, but common sense seems to elude you at times."

Reid stared for a moment, a mix of shock and rage flickering across his otherwise monotone, expressionless face. His eyes narrowed, and he responded curtly, "It's 187, and (Y/N), I would advise you to mind your manners when addressing me. My intelligence surpasses yours by far more than a number could explain." As he stood there, staring into my eyes, arms crossed by the presentation board, a surge of irritation pulsed through me. I was poised to respond, the words itching at the tip of my tongue, but before I could unleash them, Derek intervened. With a subtle shift in his posture, he leaned in towards the table, effectively redirecting our focus. A deliberate clearing of his throat signaled the shift in conversation. "The sheer brutality of these killings unmistakably points to an unsub fueled by intense rage. The way the victims were forcefully and repeatedly stabbed suggests a perpetrator with considerable physical strength and stamina.”

"The messy and disorganized scene adds another layer to the unsub's profile. Women just tend to be cleaner, so we are definitely dealing with a man,” JJ added.

“They are waiting for us, we can discuss the rest of the preliminary profile on the jet, wheels up in thirty,” Hotch said as he stood up, the team following right after.

--x--

As I focused on the files spread out in front of me, the sound of the door swinging open abruptly pulled my attention away. "We've got another body," Hotch announced, his voice cutting through the silence that lingered in the small meeting room lent to us by the Las Vegas police.

By now, we had successfully linked the unsub to the world of poker. Our victims, all married, had been last seen with their partners at casinos during poker nights, forming a clear pattern. Despite our breakthroughs, the mystery surrounding his identity and motive remained unsolved.

"Rebecca Miller, 29 years old, was last seen with her husband at Riverside Casino," Hotch added, his tone steady as he placed the picture of the victim on the board. "Witnesses report they were very affectionate. Her husband mentioned she went to get them drinks before she disappeared," he continued, his gaze scanning the room, inviting any additional insights or comments from the team.

"She definitely fits the victimology—young, beautiful, and married to an avid poker player," JJ remarked casually as she got up to take a closer look at the picture.

Rossi gazed into the distance, lost in thought. "They must be raking in serious cash playing poker. Why else would these stunners be tying the knot with someone clearly out of their league?" he mused aloud.

As I scanned the pictures of the victims, a realization began to form in my mind. Each photograph depicted a strikingly beautiful woman, always beside her husband, who often appeared much older or less attractive in comparison. "They're trophy wives," I exclaimed, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place.

I glanced to my left, where Reid stood, scoffing and shaking his head. "Trophy wives?" he immediately questioned, his focus remaining fixed on the board as he continued drawing lines for the geographical profile.

"Well, think about it," I elaborated, gesturing toward the pictures of the women. "These women, young and beautiful, carefully curated for a certain image, accompanying their husbands to the poker games, spending the entire night all over them. How had we not seen this glaring pattern before?"

"That's a rather simplistic and uninformed view, (Y/LN)," he countered. "These women had successful careers. Assuming they're merely trophy wives diminishes their individuality."

"Just because they have successful careers doesn't negate the potential of being used as accessories," I countered, locking eyes with Reid as he turned to face me. "It's not about undermining their achievements but acknowledging the potential for a specific dynamic in their relationships. We need to explore all possibilities, not just those that fit neatly into your rational worldview."

"Acknowledging possibilities is one thing, but chasing baseless theories is another," Reid retorted, his tone measured. "We can't afford to indulge in wild conjectures without solid evidence."

"Sometimes you're so buried in your 'facts' that you miss the human element of the cases," I remarked, chuckling dismissively as I shook my head to the side.

"It's called objectivity, (Y/LN)," he asserted, stepping closer until he stood before me, his hands slipping into his pockets in a gesture of dominance. "Something you might want to consider before letting personal biases cloud your judgment."

"I'm the one who lets personal biases cloud my judgment?!" I retorted, my voice rising as frustration bubbled up within me.

He remained silent for a moment, his expression unreadable.

"You've got to be kidding me," I continued, my tone escalating gradually. "You're the one who's been acting like a little bitch to me since I joined the team, so don't lecture me about taking things personally here."

Still, he said nothing, his hands now clenched into fists at his sides.

"You've had a problem with me from day one," I pressed on, "and it's about damn time you admit it instead of acting like such a child about it."

"This is about doing our job objectively," Reid retorted, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his voice. "Your presence doesn't change the standards we uphold in the BAU, but clearly you don’t meet them."

"That's enough!" Hotch's voice boomed, commanding attention as he intervened. His gaze shifted from Reid to me, a subtle warning in his eyes. "I think we should explore that possibility," he acknowledged, nodding towards my earlier suggestion. "It seems reasonable. Apart from that, are there any more leads we need to consider?"

Spencer turned on his feet, his movements purposeful as he approached the board. "Actually, I've been working on the geographical profile," he began "And it seems that, looking at the last victim’s place of abduction, he is moving in a straight line." With a marker in hand, he started drawing on the board, "Look at this: the first victim was last seen at the Lotus Casino Central, the second victim at the Charlaton, and now Rebecca at the Riverside. It's a straight line, which means..."

"He's heading for the Bellagio next," JJ chimed in, seamlessly connecting the dots of Spencer's thoughts. Spencer nodded in confirmation, acknowledging her insight.

Rossi rose from his seat and joined Spencer by the board. "Now that we know where he's likely to strike next, perhaps we can set up an operation to catch him; he’s been striking on poker nights."

Hotch leaned forward, his brow furrowed in concentration as he considered the strategy. After a moment of contemplation, he straightened up and cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the team. "Yes, an undercover op might be our next chance." His gaze fell on me, lingering for a moment as he addressed me directly. "Y/n," he began,"You have experience as an undercover agent, and you actually resemble the victims," he observed, "Would you mind going in?" The room fell silent as the weight of the proposition settled among us.

"Yeah… sure," I responded quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Derek immediately sensed my apprehension and offered reassurance with a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Hey, it's okay," he said softly. "You're not going in alone. It has to be a couple, so you'll have someone to have your back."

"Can you come with me?" I asked, my voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and hope.

"Actually," Hotch interrupted, straightening in his chair, "I want Reid to go with you." My head fell into my hands as I sighed, dreading the complications that might arise. The weight of Hotch's decision settled heavily on my shoulders, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the thought of partnering with Reid for this undercover operation.

"Sir, with due respect," Spencer began, but Hotch raised his hand to stop him from continuing.

"(Y/N) needs a poker player husband; you’re the only one who could actually pass as an avid poker player," Hotch explained simply, as if it were that straightforward. "I trust you can both behave professionally and put your differences aside?" His tone sounded more like an order than a question.

"Let's get to work then," Rossi said, his tone decisive, as I let my head rest on the table. It dawned on me that this was the only option to ever catch this guy.

--x--

JJ pulled out all the strings, ensuring we had everything necessary to play our roles seamlessly. With meticulous attention to detail, she provided a stunning black dress that hugged my curves perfectly, matching pumps that elongated my legs, and exquisite jewelry that added a touch of elegance to the ensemble. Among the glittering gems, she placed an engagement ring and wedding band, enhancing the authenticity of our charade.

As I admired my reflection in the mirror, a wave of mixed emotions washed over me. The thought of spending the upcoming night with Spencer made my heart race, a strange feeling stirring within me.

My mind constantly drifted towards the way we were supposed to behave, thoughts swirling with anticipation. I imagined his touch, knowing that as a couple, he would have to be close, his hands possibly lingering on my body. How would it feel? Would I be able to maintain eye contact as he stared me down during our conversations?

I sighed heavily, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. Despite this being an undercover mission, it felt strangely intimate, as if I was gearing up for a date with him. The prospect of going out and spending time with Spencer was something I'd never experienced before, and it left me feeling nervous, even though I couldn't quite admit it to myself.

Maybe if things hadn't unfolded as they did, Spencer and I could've found common ground. Perhaps we could've forged a genuine connection, evolving into friends, or even something more meaningful. But fate had a different plan for us.

From the moment we crossed paths, our destinies seemed entwined in conflict rather than harmony, and I remember the day I met him all too well. We had just finished the tour, and Derek was now showing me to my desk.The ding of the elevator caught my attention, and there he stood. I've heard of Dr. Reid, everyone talked about him – his genius IQ of 187, his remarkable accomplishments at such a young age. But amidst all the praise for his intellect, no one ever mentioned how good-looking he actually was.

"Pretty boy," Derek exclaimed with a grin as he welcomed him. I couldn't help but agree silently. It was indeed a fitting nickname, Spencer was undeniably attractive. "Come meet our new member, Y/n Y/Ln."

With a smile I reached out my hand instinctively, ready to greet him, but to my surprise, he took a light step back. "Sorry, I don't shake hands," he said dismissively, his tone somewhat curt. "Did you know that the average person carries about 4,000 bacteria on their hands? It's a breeding ground for germs. It's actually safer to touch a toilet seat."

I stood there, utterly dumbfounded. Did he genuinely suggest that touching a toilet seat is cleaner than shaking my hand? "You really know how to make a girl feel special, Agent Reid," I retorted, rolling my eyes as Derek chuckled at the situation.

"It's Doctor, not Agent," he corrected, his tone matter-of-fact as he swiftly made his way to his desk. My mind raced, attempting to conjure a response, but he had already moved on, leaving me standing there, still processing what had just happend.

"Are you ready, or should I tell the unsub to wait because you need to keep fixing your lipstick?" a voice spoke from the darkness of my room.

“Jesus fucking Christ Reid, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I jumped from my place, surprised to see him standing there, leaning on the frame of my bathroom door. "No one ever taught you how to knock on a door?" I muttered under my breath.

"First of all, your door was unlocked, and second of all," he shook his head disapprovingly. "That's a very foul mouth you have, you should really watch your tongue," he chided. I felt his gaze lingering appreciatively on how the dress hugged my curves and accentuated my breasts.

From the corner of my eye, I lightly took in his appearance. The tailored suit fit him like a glove, different from what he wore every day. He looked more relaxed, better, hotter.

I was taken aback when I saw him move and enter the bathroom. My heart started racing as he stood by my side, exchanging a glance with me in the mirror.

"Honestly?I don't think he'd mind waiting for me” I straightened up, finally satisfied with my lipstick.

"Too bad he won't get to see it," he said, chuckling. His left hand met my hip, swiftly turning me around, and I gasped as the small of my back hit the bathroom counter. His own body caged me in, his intense gaze never leaving mine as I looked at him, confused yet strangely drawn to him. His right hand reached for a wipe, and he gently cleared any remnants of the red lipstick. I felt the cold, wet cloth on my lips, erasing any traces of the vivid stain. "If we're going to act like a couple, I don't want your lipstick all over me," Spencer remarked dryly, his expression unamused. "It's not my fault you don't know how to kiss a girl with lipstick, Doctor," I retorted, my annoyance evident in my tone.

"You look good enough," Spencer remarked with a smirk. "I'll be waiting for you in the car." With that, he turned and headed out, leaving me to gather my thoughts before joining him. "Well, this is going to be a long night," I sighed.

--x--

As Spencer drove us to the casino, we found ourselves going over the details of the plan. It was simple; our initial objective was to seamlessly integrate into the casino's scene, mirroring the couples we were emulating.

The plan dictated that Spencer and I had to project the image of a couple deeply in love, sharing glances, engaging in affectionate gestures, and creating an atmosphere that would draw the unsub's attention. Spencer would transition to the poker tables, just as the husbands of the previous victims had, all while showcasing his "trophy wife."

As the night progressed, I would strategically separate from Spencer to lure the unsub into action.

Inside the casino, Rossi and Morgan were playing their part as players, keeping an eye out. The rest of the team was in a van, ready to jump in if things went south.

The objective was clear – act like a couple. How hard could that be?

The tension in the car was palpable, and we exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the complexity of our roles. The success of the operation hinged on our ability to draw the unsub's attention, making him believe we were just another couple enjoying a night out.

The atmosphere in the casino buzzed with energy as Spencer and I entered. The dim lights, the soft murmur of conversations, and the distant chiming of slot machines created a captivating ambiance.

As we made our way to the bar, I reached for Spencer's hand and intertwined my fingers with his.

His eyebrows immediately shot up, a silent question evident in his expression as he glanced at me, perhaps surprised by the sudden display of affection.

"The more convincing we are, the more it'll attract the unsub's attention," I replied, my voice hushed but determined.

His gaze flickerd between our intertwined hands and my face. "Yeah," a small grin playing on his lips. "Just make sure you don't take it too far and end up falling for me."

"That's a good one, Dr. Reid," I chuckled softly, a hint of sarcasm lacing my words. "I'll try to contain myself."

We approached the bar, and Spencer took a seat on a stool. As I moved to stand by his side, he surprised me by pulling me closer, guiding me between his legs. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me snug against him. I was taken aback, but I didn't say a word. Acting like a couple—that was the plan. It was just all part of the plan.

"So what should I call you?" Spencer cut through our silence, his gaze focused on mine. "What should you call me?" I echoed, my voice filled with confusion as I furrowed my brows.

"I'm not going to address you by your real name," Spencer said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "We need undercover names. So, what's it going to be?"

His eyes scanned my features, awaiting my response, while I took a moment to ponder. "How about pretty girl?" he proposed with a smirk, his gaze lingering on me. My expression must have betrayed my surprise, but before I could respond, he continued, "Or how about Angel?" The endearing term rolled off his tongue, and I felt a flutter in my chest at the sound.

"Angel seems to resonate with you," he teased, a chuckle escaping his lips, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he awaited my reaction. I felt the heat rising to my cheeks, rendering me momentarily speechless.

I closed my eyes, disbelief washing over me. Was this real? Was Spencer really saying these things to me? And during a mission, no less?

"You seem awfully quiet for someone who doesn't know how to shut the fuck up," he said, his lips brushing against the side of my neck. "If I'd known all I had to do was call you angel, I would've done it sooner."

"Sweet names will only get you so far," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. Despite the warmth spreading through me at his words, I couldn't shake off the sense of disbelief at the way he was acting. "Oh yeah?" Spencer asked, his tone amused, as I felt his breath tickling my neck before his lips brushed against my skin, leaving a small kiss on my pulse point. My breath caught in my throat, and my heart pounded in my chest as he slowly moved his hands along my waist and lower back. I couldn't focus on anything but the warmth of his body pressed against mine, sending shivers down my spine.

"Doctor Reid, this is highly inappropriate," I managed to utter.

“On the contrary, my sweet Angel," he spoke softly as his small kisses traveled up my neck. "See, this mission requires us to act like a couple, so I'm simply enjoying my time with my wife,” he lightly chuckled as he reached my jawline. “As you said, the more convincing we are, the more it'll attract the unsub's attention”

Suddenly, Hotch's voice disrupted the moment as he barked over the wire in my ear, "Guys, great job. We've got a male in his late 30s to early 40s staring at you; he's moved closer since you arrived. He could be our unsub."

I heard Hotch's words, but my brain struggled to process them as I was too focused on Spencer's eyes, his gaze fixed on mine while his hands lightly pressed me closer.

"Come on, Angel, let's give him a show," Spencer pleaded, his voice laced with a confidence that both shocked and intrigued me. It was unexpected to witness this side of him, but there was something undeniably exciting about it. Perhaps it was his confidence and assertiveness, or maybe it was the way he was taking control and leading the interaction. "Yeah.... let´s.... let´s do it" I lightly nodded my head, I swear he could feel the pounding of my heart against my chest from how close he stood to me.

His right hand reached my face, his touch gentle against my skin. "Angel," he spoke quietly against my lips, his voice barely a whisper. "I'll only keep going if you give me permission."

His eyes were dark, his lips plump, inviting, calling for my attention. I couldn't even form a "yes," but he knew what I wanted. I pulled him closer by his tie, and our lips collided in a hot, messy kiss. I was taken aback by his skill and technique, completely unable to resist him as the heat between us intensified.

Spencer pulled away and wrapped his arms around my body, embracing me in a hug. His warmth was comforting, and I felt a sense of security in his embrace. "He's standing right behind you, gray suit, red tie, black hair," he whispered in my ear, his voice low enough not to be noticed by anyone standing nearby. Suddenly, I was snapped back to reality. The mission. The unsub. He was standing right behind me

"Should we join them?" I asked softly, glancing over toward the tables of poker and motioning for Spencer to start playing, continuing with the plan. He was supposed to hit the games, and I needed to find a way to get myself alone.

"Absolutely, my love," Spencer said with a smile as he rose from his seat.

Still a little dazed from that kiss, my mind was on fire, and my panties were ruined. How was I supposed to continue my life after knowing the effect Spencer had on me? My racing thoughts were only interrupted by the sight of the suspect following us to the tables. Instinctively, my body reacted, and I found myself clinging to Spencer's arm, seeking comfort and reassurance in his presence.

As planned, Spencer sat down at the closest table and began playing, our actions subtly conveying intimacy to onlookers. I wrapped my arms around his neck, planting kisses occasionally, making it clear to everyone that I was his prize, and he was proudly showing me off as his trophy wife.

As he played, I showered him with praise and encouragement. "You're doing so well, baby," I whispered, my words laced with admiration. It was evident that he was enjoying the attention, his gameplay slightly faltering under the distraction of my praise. Despite being a skilled and experienced player, known for his prowess and banned from multiple casinos, he seemed momentarily thrown off his rhythm by my words of encouragement. It was a small victory, a slight advantage gained in my favour.

Feeling the need to draw the unsub away, I leaned in close to Spencer and murmured, "I'm going to step out for some fresh air on the balcony, honey. I'll be back soon."

Spencer nodded, his attention still on the cards. "Okay, sweetheart," he replied with a smile, not once lifting his gaze.

Before I turned to leave, I couldn't resist the urge to plant a quick kiss on his lips, just as part of the plan, playing my role as the devoted wife. After all, that's what a wife would do, right?

The fresh air hit my face, sending shivers down my arms. I didn't need to turn to know he had followed me outside; I could feel his presence on my right side. When I glanced over, he gestured to a drink in his hand, offering it to me. "You look like you could use a drink," he said.

My heart raced, and my breathing quickened as he got closer, but I kept a cool, confident attitude, determined not to let him see my nerves.

"(Y/N), don't drink that. It's laced," Morgan's urgent voice snapped through the wire, jolting me into alertness. "Just keep him talking so Garcia can check him."

My blood ran cold as I registered Morgan's warning. Without missing a beat, I forced a smile and nodded, "Thank you, handsome, but I've had enough tonight," I replied smoothly, declining the drink with a casual wave of my hand.

"That's a big rock on your finger," he pointed out, glancing at my, unknowingly, fake engagement ring. "Why are you here all alone? Where's your husband?" he continued, raising an eyebrow and asking the question directly, as if he didn't already know the answer.

"Well…" I laughed, injecting a flirtatious edge into my voice. "I could ask the same thing," I continued, "Where is Mrs…?"

"Mrs. Desmond? She stayed at home; she doesn't really like poker," he replied nonchalantly. "I'm Steve, by the way," he added, reaching out to shake my hand.

I shook his hand, my heart quickening as I heard Garcia speak from my wire: "Steve Desmond, a 39-year-old banker, is divorced; according to court files, his wife left him after he lost all of their money on poker.” The sound of clicking keyboards could be heard in the background. "The divorce dates coincide with the killings,” Garcia added.

“That sounds like a trigger,” Hotch's voice chimed in.

"Holy moly, he also assaulted a prostitute a couple of years ago, but the charges were dropped and he was never convicted," Garcia spoke nervously.

"That's our guy, (Y/N). Keep him talking; we're on our way,” Hotch said, his voice steady and authoritative.

"Is everything okay?" Steve spoke, his tone taking on a hint of aggression as he grabbed my attention. "Maybe you should take that drink."

“I'm not thirsty, thanks,” I replied firmly, stepping back in an attempt to keep my distance. However, he refused, reaching out and gripping my arm to keep me from moving.

"I'm telling you," he said angrily, his grip tightening. "You're clearly nervous. Just a tiny sip won't hurt." I tried to break free of his grasp, but he was stronger than me and refused to let go

"FBI!" Suddenly, I saw Spencer coming up behind him, his fist connecting with the guy's face with a solid punch, knocking him back into the wall. He was strong and quick; the unsub didn't stand a chance against him. Spencer swiftly pulled out his handcuffs, cuffing him without even breaking a sweat.

"Steve Desmond, you're under arrest for the killings of Amanda Crane, Juliet Sand, and Rebecca Miller,” Spencer announced, his voice firm and authoritative.

Morgan and Rossi soon appeared, Morgan helping the unsub up from the ground and carrying him out as he spoke, "Steve Desmond, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to talk to an attorney for advice before we ask you any questions. You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford it…” His voice faded as they left, escorting the suspect away from the scene.

Once they were out of sight, Spencer came up to me and reached for my arm, his expression filled with concern. I winced as he touched the red marks left behind by the unsub's grip.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern and care, his eyes searching mine for any sign of distress.

"Um, yeah…" I replied softly, my voice shaky. "I just need a moment to process this." My heart was still racing from the encounter, and I needed a moment to collect myself. Why did he step in like that? I thought to myself, a mixture of gratitude and confusion washed over me. I could've handled the situation on my own—I was trained for this, after all. Yet, there he was, interfering in my work.

After the quiet ride back to the motel, Spencer led me to the door of my room. As we stood there, I realized I could no longer contain the annoyance for how he had handled the situation. The tension of the evening had been building inside me, and I needed to let it out. "Spencer," I began, my voice tinged with frustration. "I appreciate that you were trying to help, but I had it under control. I didn't need you to intervene so quickly," the frustration bubbled inside me, I couldn't help but wonder why Spencer felt the need to intervene. I felt like I had done a great job handling the situation, and his actions made me feel as though he had robbed me of an opportunity to take down the unsub myself.

Spencer's eyes widened in shock as he opened his mouth to speak. "Oh, really?" he said incredulously. "I didn't realize you had everything under control. I just figured that the guy having his hands all over you and aggressively grabbing your arm was cause for concern. But clearly, you didn't need any help."

"Oh, right, because clearly, I was in so much danger," I snapped sarcastically.

"I'm not going to sit around and watch some creepy-as-hell psychopath put his hands all over you," Spencer said firmly, shaking his head in disbelief. His brows furrowed in concern, his eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and genuine worry. "I won't let him put you at risk of being hurt … or worse." His tone was sharp "Get it through your head; I'm not going to let that happen."

"Oh, right, I wasn't aware this situation called for a 'white knight' to swoop in and save me from myself," I retorted, my tone laced with bitterness. Crossing my arms defensively, I met his gaze head-on. "Since when did my safety become your problem?"

"Since the moment we met, you stubborn brat," Spencer snapped back, his frustration evident in his tone.

"Since the moment we met? That's so much bullshit," I shot back, my voice rising with indignation. "Since when did you care about my safety so much?" I challenged him, my eyes narrowing in disbelief. "You've never shown me any compassion before, so why now? Hun?"

And then, suddenly, his lips crashed against mine, his body pressing mine firmly against the door with a resounding thud. I felt the heat of his body press on mine, the tension that had been building between us explode in an instant.

His kiss was messy and sloppy, but damn, it was hot. There was an urgency in the way our lips crashed together, fueled by a raw desire that couldn't be tamed. As the kiss deepened, the air grew thin, and I felt myself getting breathless. With a gasp, I had to pull away,

“What the fuck was that about?” I whispered, not being able to back away from his hold.

"When I kissed you at the casino, I finally understood," he muttered, his forehead resting against mine. "All this animosity, the bickering... we don't actually hate each other; we want each other.” He stared into my eyes before continuing, “I don't think I can go another day without tasting you."

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why4anne · 9 months ago

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Daylight

Part: 7/?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Category: Social Media au

Summary: Follow the love story of a global pop icon and a monegasque F1 driver

Face claim: Taylor Swift (Singing) + others

Masterlist

2022

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Musical guest and award presenter Y/N L/N is in the building. She's wearing a stunning Versace gown and a killer cat eye.

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childofdivorce: Auntie Blake pick me up I'm scared

lewishamilton: @/donatella_versace you outdid yourself with this dress

donatella_versace: Donatella VERSACE��

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It's a star-studded event here tonight. Multiple athletes have now made their way onto the red carpet including:

Formula 1 drivers Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton, Footballers Neymar and Alex Morgan, Gymnast Simone Biles, Figure-skater Tessa Virtue and NFL Quarterback Joe Burrow

Keep your eyes open for your favorite athlete to arrive!

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joeyb_9: Such a well organized event!

lewishamilton: Blessed to be here🙏

charles_leclerc: Happy to be included❤️

alexmorgan13: This will be so much fun

moreleclerc: Putting Neymar and Charles beside each other is CRAZY

lilttley/n: Okay but can we talk about how both Lewis Hamilton AND Joe Burrow interacted on the post about Y/N earlier??

gemmal/n: Y/N now has the chance to do the funniest thing ever and get with Max Verstappen

home4l/n: STOP- that would be too iconic

justleclerc: The world is not ready for that sort of chaos

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Miss Y/N L/N what a performance!🙌👏

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heavenlyy/n: Mother did not come to play tonight!

realy/nfan: fr! She saw that both of her exes were in attendance and said "hold my wine glass"

unifiedy/n: Singing ATW and you're loosing me back to back while STARING at table number 12 (Charles and Neymar's table) is absolutely FOUL!

justl/nthingz: She's so cunty, I love it!

l/ny/nfavorite: Okay but why is no one talking about how she literally sang silver springs by Fleetwood Mac and in true Stevie Nicks fashion was glaring daggers into Charles while doing so!!!!!???

bluey/n: next level balls frfr!

bobbiey/n: Okay but that outfit??? Mother ATE!🔥

holyl/n: Ass out and everything for Charles to see🤭

justy/nfans: I just know that that man will go home and cry himself to sleep tonight

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After receiving an anonymous tip from a reliable source, it seems as if Y/N L/N left the athletes gala after party with one of the guests of the night. Who it was is still unclear but stay tuned on celebritynews for more information!

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summery/n: This girl is a wag at heart

flowersbyl/n: That's so true! She does love her athletes😭

y/nleftpinkynail: Honestly she's so real for that😍

l/nbyy/n: Just like me fr!

chad.larsen: She's such a slut!🙄

leclerc_l/n: Bro GTFO with your musty ass comments!!🤢

brianyoung: Watch out whoever it is. She's gonna write a song about you😵‍💫

littley/n: It's almost like THAT'S HER FUCKING JOB???🤯

greenflowers: misogyny☕️

l/nhouse: Okay but who was it???!!!!

justagirl: I think it was Joe Burrow, did you see how he was looking at her while she was performing??😍

godlyy/n: I hope with my entire being that it's Max Verstappen💀

slayvettel: That would be too iconic!!

icemanfan: Y'all tripping, it's gotta be Lewis!

heavenlyy/n: HOLD UP! What if it was Neymar??

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ssa-neeks-prentiss · 2 months ago

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Who I write for :

Criminal Minds

- Emily Prentiss

- Aaron Hotchner

- Spencer Reid

- Jennifer Jareau

- Alex Blake

- Elle Greenaway

- Derek Morgan

- Penelope Garcia

- David Rossi

- Jason Gideon

- Kate Callahan

- Ashley Seaver

Marvel

- Natasha Romanoff

- Yelena Belova(Platonic only)

- Kate Bishop

- Wanda Maximoff

- Carol Danvers

- Tony Stark

Brooklyn 99

- Rosa Diaz

- Amy Santiago

- Gina Linetti

Percy Jackson

- Annabeth Chase

- Hazel Levesque

- Piper McLean (Female reader only)

- Nico Di Angelo (Male reader only)

- Percy Jackson

- Frank Zhang

- Leo Valdez

- Jason Grace

- Reyna Ramirez-Arellano (Platonic Only)

- Will Solace

- Thalia Grace (Platonic only)

- Clarisse La Rue

AGGGTM

- Pippa Fitz-Amobi

- Ravi Singh

- Cara Ward

- Naomi Ward

Wednesday

- Wednesday Addams x reader

- Enid Sinclair x reader

Please request something! Anything really :)

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spaceagebachelormann · 2 years ago

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𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔!

HOW TO REQUEST

— state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and what you want with it

— do you have any specifics for the reader? male, female, blonde, poc, etc?

— requests can be send through inbox or dms, but inbox is heavily encouraged!

— PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOT ME TO WRITE SOMETHING THAT JUST SAYS “_____ x reader fluff” WITH NO FURTHER EXPLANATION!! GIVE ME A PLOT LINE!!

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

platonic

romantic

familial

any gender x any gender

headcanons

poly relationships

sensitive topics

x reader

ships (canon or non-canon, so long as it’s not problematic)

i. i WILL write cheating, but not if a character is going it to the reader/another character. i’ll make someone comforting another person after being cheated on, but i won’t write finnick odair cheating on someone

same thing ^^ goes for homophobic, transphobic, ableist topics like that, and. well i guess the same goes for abuse?

WHAT I WONT WRITE:

smut (i’m 14)

yandere

incest

student x teacher

canonically gay character (ex: wylan van eck) x fem!reader for romantic requests

canonically lesbian character x male!reader for romantic requests

songfics (nothing against them, i just don’t know how!!)

things about ocs

ship fics

character list (more to come!)

❍ = easiest characters to write for

bolded — favourite characters to write for

KEEPER OF THE LOST CITIES

❍ sophie foster, ❍ dex dizznee, fitz vacker, ❍ keefe sencen, ❍ biana vacker, ❍ marellla redek, ❍ maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, ❍ wylie endal, ❍ jensi babblos, stina heks

CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

❍ peter pevensie, ❍ edmund pevensie, ❍ susan pevensie, ❍ lucy pevensie, mr tumnus, ❍ caspian, eustace scrubb, jill pole, shasta, aravis

RIORDANVERSE

❍ percy jackson, ❍ annabeth chase, ❍ grover underwood, ❍ jason grace, ❍ piper mclean, ❍ leo valdez, ❍ hazel levesque, ❍ frank zhang, nico di angelo, will solace, reyna arellano, rachel dare, ❍ travis stoll, ❍ connor stoll, thalia grace, magnus chase, ❍ alex fierro, carter kane, sadie kane, lester papadopolous, lavinia asimov

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

❍ christine daaé, ❍ raoul de chagny, erik destler, ❍ meg giry

p.s. i’ll write for the movie, musical, book and 1990 miniseries versions!!

HARRY POTTER

harry potter, ❍ hermione granger, ❍ ron weasley, ❍ luna lovegood, ❍ neville longbottom, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, ❍ sirius black, remus lupin, ❍ james potter, ❍ marlene mckinnon, mary macdonald, dorcas meadowes, lily evans

RIDE THE CYCLONE

ocean o’connell rosenberg, ❍ noel gruber, ❍ mischa bachinski, ❍ ricky potts, jane doe, penny lamb, ❍ constance blackwood

SHADOW AND BONE

❍ alina starkov, malyen oretsev, ❍ genya safin, ❍ zoya nazyalensky, david kostyk, erm others i accidentally deleted remind me to update this

SIX OF CROWS

kaz brekker, inej ghafa, ❍ jesper fahey, ❍ wylan van eck, nina zenik, matthias helvar

THE OUTSIDERS

ponyboy curtis, ❍ johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, ❍ twobit matthews, ❍ dallas winston

THE HUNGER GAMES

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, ❍ finnick odair, ❍ johanna mason, marvel sanford, clove kentwell, cato hadley, ❍ cinna

IT (2017)

bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier, ❍ stan uris, beverly marsh, ben hanscom, ❍ mike hanlon

THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL

❍ agatha of woods beyond, ❍ sophie of woods beyond, tedros of camelot, ❍ hort of bloodbrook, ❍ hester of ravenswood, ❍ anadil, ❍ dot, nicola, aric, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, leonora lesso, clarissa dovey

THE LAND OF STORIES

❍ alex bailey, ❍ connor bailey, ❍ red riding hood, ❍ jack, ❍ goldilocks, ❍ bree campbell

SCOOBY DOO

daphne blake, ❍ fred jones, shaggy rogers, velma dinkley

LITTLE WOMEN

❍ jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, ❍ laurie

A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO MURDER

pippa fitz-amobi, ❍ ravi singh, naomi ward, ❍ cara ward, connor reynolds, ❍ jamie reynolds, nat da silva

THE MIGHTY DUCKS

❍ charlie conway, adam banks, ❍ lester averman, guy germaine, ❍ connie moreau, julie gaffney, ❍ ken wu, dean portman, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson, ❍ fulton reed

DRACULA

dracula, ❍ lucy westenra, mina harker, arthur holmwood, ❍ renfield, dr seward, abraham van helsing, ❍ quincey morris

FRANKENSTEIN

victor frankenstein, ❍ adam frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, justine moritz, ernest frankenstein, henry clerval, the bride

DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDE

henry jekyll, ❍ edward hyde, ❍ richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

MONSTER HIGH

gotta update this one guys,,,

THE BREAKFAST CLUB

john bender , ❍ claire standish, allison reynolds, brian johnson, andrew clark

THE POWERPUFF GIRLS

❍ blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, buttercup utonium , ❍ brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

DAVID BOWIE

❍ jareth, thomas jerome newton, david bowie

SWEENEY TODD

❍ sweeney, anthony hope, ❍ mrs lovett, johanna

THE ROSEWOOD CHRONICLES

lottie pumpkin, ellie wolf, ❍ jamie volk, ❍ ollie moreno, ❍ raphael wilcox, ❍ anastacia alcroft leblanc, saskia san martin, lola tomkins, mickey tomkins, binah fae

HAIRSPRAY

❍ corny collins, ❍ seaweed j stubbs, amber von tussle, tracy turnblad, penny pingleton, link larkin

MISC. CHARACTERS

sarah williams, ❍ bernard the elf, ❍ rodrick heffley, ❍ varian

#marlee organization <3

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luvervinyl · 4 years ago

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could you write a fluff fic or blurb for Alex Blake coming home to you in her sweater and then they CUDDLE

Thank you!! I hope you like it!!🖤✨

Alex Blake x female reader

~ Sweatshirt ~

- After a long case at work, Alex was exhausted and all she wanted to do was hold you in her arms

- she walked through the door of your shared apartment, and placed her bags down by the door and took off her shoes

- she walked through the apartment, and saw you curled up on the couch in her Sweatshirt

- her heart fluttered at the sight

- Alex walked up to you and crouched down next to the sofa

- she stroked your hair back behind your ear, and placed a sweet kiss to your temple

- your eyes blinked open

- "you're home" you said sleepy

- "yeah"

- you sat up "how was the case"

- "talk later, just cuddle now"

- "kay"

- she layed down next to you as she pulled you on top of her

- you wrapped your legs around her, and she rubbed soothing circles on your back as she stroked your hair with the other

- you just burrows you head deeper into the crook of her neck, taking in the scent you missed so much while she was on cases

- Alex kissed the top of your head, "love, is that my Sweatshirt you're wearing?"

- you stiffled out a small laugh "yeah, I missed you, and it smells like you"

- you lifted your head up and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips

- you pulled away for air and rested your forehead against hers

- "I missed you"

- " I missed you too"

- you buried your head back into her neck

- she kissed the top of your head

- you both fell asleep wrapped in each others arms

Sorry this is kinda bad, I hope you like it!! 🖤✨

#Vivs writing #Viv did a thing #Alex Blake #Criminal Minds #Alex Blake x reader #Alex Blake x female reader #Alex Blake x fem!reader

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carmillascrusade · 7 months ago

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Lost and found | Alex Blake X F!Reader

Summary: You and Alex are in love with each other but Alex is convinced you love Emily. After a little mishap, you take Alex home where fluff ensues.

Word count: 1,210

A/N: I've been in such a writing slump lately so please excuse me if my writing is a tad off. Apologies for how short it is too.

Dark eyes watched you over the rim of a glass. The liquid sloshing dangerously close to the edge as Alex swirled the burnt umber liquid around her glass. You were across the bar, celebrating Emily’s short return with the rest of the team. Unlike the rest of the team, though, you were bent over the pool table with Emily behind you, guiding your hands as you played against the others.

Alex couldn’t stand looking at you for any moment longer. Not when you were looking at Emily the way she looked at you. With a defeated sigh, she rose from where she sat, as steady as the sun rose in the morning and set in the afternoon. Risking one last glance at you, the unconscious pull towards you ever present, her heart sank to the depths of her stomach as she realised you were no longer there.

Nor was Emily.

The urge to flee the bar and protect herself from further heartbreak, no longer able to endure watching you with Emily, became too persistent to ignore. She went to grab her coat off the stool beside her, huffing out an irritated sigh as it jumped away from her and onto the floor.

You approached her crouched form. Emily had finally approached the woman she had been eyeing all night, and you had found that you missed Alex’s presence far too much; despite her only being away from you for half an hour.

“Need a hand?”

She jumped, hitting her head on the stool, as your voice pierced through her quiet struggle. She let out a pained whimper, so muffled that it wouldn’t have been audible unless you were focussed entirely on her. And you were.

“Oh my god, Alex! I’m so sorry. I never meant to startle you.” You apologised, reaching over to place your hands over her own that cradled the back of her head.

You removed her hands, checking over her for any visible injuries before rubbing soothing circles into the area she bumped. She looked up at you then, umber eyes wide and doe-like, like a vulnerable animal caught in a trap.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, uh, fine.”

You could feel a bump forming on her head from where it hit the stool. She watched your eyes fill with concern over her wellbeing and she couldn’t stop her eyes from glossing over. Her head was killing her and you, the cause of her misfortune in the first place, were here with her. You had left Emily and sought her out.

Her heart warmed at your nurturing gestures. A fine blush spread from her cheeks to her ears; a mix of embarrassment and awe for you swirling into a furious red. Too busy with checking her over and pulling her out of the bar, you hadn't noticed Alex’s meek disposition or the subtle blush she was so desperately trying to hide away.

You felt awfully guilty. The woman you were besotted with had come to harm due to you. Logically, you knew that it was a mistake, easily done, but you wanted to rectify it as soon as possible. So Alex was getting dragged along to your house whilst you thought of a suitable way to take care of her. Alex followed your lead happily. Who was she to deny you and your wishes? She just wanted to be with you. In whatever way you would allow her to be.

Alex was curled up on the couch, sprawled out like a tired feline at the end of the day. You had given her a bag of peas covered in a tea towel to soothe the bump on her head. Her hot chocolate was visibly steaming, the marshmallows melted into a pillowy layer on top of the saccharine drink. Yet, despite everything, Alex seemed to be in her own little world. Unresponsive to everything around her. Including you.

Her favourite film was droning on quietly in the background as you quickly washed the dishes. You had an awful habit of letting them pile up and found that washing them right away decreased the chances of that happening. With a soft sigh, you finished up the dishes and dried your hands.

Alex hadn’t noticed you approach until you gently coaxed her mug out of her hand before sitting down next to her. You nestled yourself under the blankets, huddling yourself close to Alex and basking in her warmth. Leaning against her, you looked up at her through your lashes before asking her what was plaguing her mind.

“You and Emily seemed to be having fun today.”

“Yeah? She was helping me beat Morgan and Reid. Although we still lostâ€¦” you grumbled off slightly at the end.

Alex looked at you then. Watching you carefully. Calculating your every move while mulling over what you had said. A slight frown marred her features, unnoticeable to most, but you knew Alex and you knew her tells.

“What made you come find me?” The question had been itching her since you found her at the bar. Why had you left Emily to find her? After all, you both looked ratherâ€¦ cosy in the position you were in.

“I wanted to see you.”

You sounded so sincere, so genuine, that she wished she believed you.

“Why? Was Emily not good enough company?”

“What are you trying to say? For a linguist you aren’t very good at communicating, Alex.” You pulled away from her, clutching the blanket closer to your chest as you studied her face.

“When did you and Emily start dating?” She asked, picking her nails absentmindedly, waiting for your response.

“You- you think I’m dating Emily?”

“Well, aren’t you?”

“Alex, if you think I’m dating Emily then we haven't been doing what I thought we were doing.” You huffed in annoyance. How could a profiler be so intelligent yet so stupid at the same time.

“Look at me.” You commanded. She needed to see you, really see you, in order for this to play out right. “The only woman I am interested in is sitting on my couch right now.”

She blinked at you. Once. Twice. Before her eyes widened in relaxation. Her mouth opened slightly and the delicate blush she tried to hide earlier was back. How could she be so foolish? Insinuating that you were in love with someone else when all of your free time was spent with her.

“Oh.” Her shame alongside the revelation of your feelings knocked the linguist speechless.

“For such an educated woman, you sure are foolish.”

“Hey!” She whined, smacking you on the arm as soon as she recovered from the initial shock.

You reached over and grasped her face between your palms. Your fingers smoothed over her cheekbones as you stared adoringly at her. Alex was kicking herself for not noticing your infatuation earlier for you looked at her as if she hung the moon and the stars.

“You mean everything to me. Without you I wouldn’t be whole. You complete me. You’re the sun to my moon, my other half. And I wouldn't have anybody else other than you.” You professed with such earnestness that Alex couldn’t help but tear up.

“Are you going to kiss me now?”

And kiss her you did.

A/NII: I hope this is alright. All of my free time has been spent watch Rizzoli and Isles, doing college work and knitting 😅 so writing has been at the very back of my mind.

#criminal minds #alex blake #alex blake x reader #Alex Blake x you #Alex Blake x female reader

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aesthbaby · 4 years ago

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Pet names the bau members call you

Welcome to pt.2

in honor of my 200th post, I’ll be continuing this.

Here’s part 1 if you haven’t seen it.

Aaron

Honey. I cannot stress this enough but.....honey. Accept it. Hotch is the most domestic, traditional, yet liberal man you have ever known and the one name he loves to call you is Honey. He even does that whole, “Honey, I’m home!” thing when he walks through the door.

Spencer

Darling. But he says it in the softest way possible that makes him sound like the nervous kid you meet at a gala.

Luke

He likes to play around with your name and generate tons of annoying nicknames from that. Its well know that he’s quite adventurous so there was this one time where he dragged you up a mountain for a six am hike. Not really paying attention to the terrain, you flew over a log that was in the path. Twisting your ankle in the process and having to waddle all the way back, hence the nickname Ducky. There’s also the use of ‘babe’ whenever he brings you around the team. He also likes to call you bunny for some unknown reason.

Tara

Sweetheart primarily and butter cup when you’re angry at her. Even the occasional ‘love’ when she’s asking you to grab something for her. Definitely overuses babe.

Alex

Sweetheart and baby are the primaries, similar to Tara but whenever she’s trying to tease you she’ll throw out a good girl or good boy. Definitely into calling you Prince/ss/x. Carebear is an added bonus, she’s super soft when it comes to you.

we gone have to leave Matt outta this cause he got like five kids and a wife. And I feel like I’d get cancelled.

#criminal minds #tara lewis #luke alvez #alex blake #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #x reader #female reader #male reader #gender netural reader

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Stumbling West

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Chapter 10

Sweet Sound of Silence

i.e. Season 8 Episode 1

Chapter summery: A new agent is introduced and some relationship rules get blurred.

TW: Talks of criminal minds case, typical criminal minds jargon,

AN: This is sort of just a chapter to introduce Blake to the story but there is some relationship fluff that I love :)

word count: 2,186

Series Master List

“How’s Emily doing?”

“Brilliant and lovely.”

You, JJ, and Reid greet Derek and Penelope when they enter the bullpen. They have just spent the last 10 days in London, with Emily.

After JJ’s wedding, she decided to take the INTERPOL job to run the London office. You’re sad to see your friend leave, but you know it’s what is best for her. She died, not physically, but who she once was is gone now and she needs to be able to find herself again. You support her 100% in this decision.

“Her apartments off the chain.” Morgan tells all of you, only to be interrupted by Garcia, “You mean her flat.”

Conversation goes on a little more, Presents are handed out, when Garcia sobers up, going and asking about your new teammate, Alex Blake, “How’s the new? Is she nice?”

“Yeah, she is.” JJ responds to her.

“I’m just asking.” Garcia defends herself, putting her hands up, “Reid do you know she was recruited when she was 24?”

“I’ve guest lectured in her forensic linguistics class before.”

Garcia rolls her eyes, “Of course you have ‘cause she’s a professor and an agent, which is so impressive.”

“No, really, she’s great.” You try and reassure your dramatic friend.

“Well you would think that! You both graduated from Berkeley and you both got recruited by the government at young ages. Now you guys and Reid will probably form a doctors club and have inside jokes-“

“Oh a doctors club.” Reid pipes in while Garcia keeps going, not noticing the person walking up behind her.

“- And my point is, clearly, she is smart and capable, but is she nice?”

Morgan clears his throat, putting his hand on his face to hide his laughing.

“Oh dear god this is happening, where I keep talking and the person is behind…” Garcia trails off as she turns around, coming face to face with Blake, “…me”

You and Reid make eye contact, both turning away and walking towards your desks before the conversation could get more awkward.

Just as you are about to sit down, Rossi and Aaron come through the doors, “Don’t unpack.”

The team makes there way to the round table, as Aaron stands in front, arms crossed over his chest, to give the case details, “A few hours ago there was a prison transfer to the county hospital in Abilene, Texas. The ambulance crashed and the prisoner escaped.”

You grab the file from Erin Strauss as she passes it to you. She’s been showing her face around the team more often since the bank robbery, and you’re not entirely sure how to feel about that. Based off the cold shoulder you see Blake give her, you’re not the only one. Though that seemed more personal than bureaucratic related.

“Aren’t the US Marshals on this?”

“Yes they are, but they need your help because his is what they found inside.”

Video of the crime scene gets pulled up, and everyone sees the inside of the ambulance.

Well that’s not good.

“So the prisoner is the silencer.” You state, bit of intrigue in your voice.

“Or it’s a copycat.” Rossi theorizes.

Aaron shakes his head, “Forensics confirmed it’s the same unique double knot Ligature he used in the last three murders.”

“His last known victim was in 2004 and he was never caught.” Reid shares.

When you land in Texas you, Reid, and Dave, all go to check out John Doe’s cell at the prison. The cell is filled with books and papers, each piece pointing to a solitary existence. He liked being alone, escaping his mind through other peoples words.

“The most worn book is ‘The Count of Monte Cristo.” You point out, flipping through the pages.

“Of course it is.” Rossi says ironically, picking up some of the notebooks on the shelf, “The lead characters only purpose was to seek vengeance. Maybe he relates.”

“It’s in French.”

The older man raises his eyebrows at that, “Didn’t see that coming. Looks like he wrote a lot too.”

“He’s been pent up physically and verbally far too long.” Reid states.

“So he gets into his first fight within days of being here. It got him a weeks worth of solitary.”

Reid tilts his head, “That pattern escalated until he eventually killed an inmate, got out of solitary and killed another.”

“So he silenced his victims before he gets inside. His actions get him silenced while he’s here. Ironic?” Rossi wonders.

You shrug, “His two forms of expression are silence and rage. Maybe his writings will tell us why.”

The three of you gather the notebooks and make your way to the precinct.

If there is one thing you hate about your job, it’s the motel showers. Most of the cases you are called in on are in small suburban areas, which means you stay in the towns local motel 6’s, instead of hotels. Hotels at least have the decency to have proper water pressure, even if they are bad at everything else. But motels? Never.

The crime scene you and the team went to tonight was, a lot, to put it mildly, and the only thing you wanted once you got back to where you and the team were staying, was a hot shower, to wash off all the gross that comes with this job. But stepping out of the shower now, you don’t feel as good as you were hoping to.

The water was luke warm at best, and the low pressure didn’t make you feel like you were actually getting clean, nor did the shower calm you like you were hoping. With an annoyed huff and a shake of your head, you go through with the rest of your nightly routine, before putting on your pajamas, soft shirt and shorts, hoping to maybe get a few good hours of sleep tonight to lift your mood.

Just as you are leaving the small bathroom, there is a knock on your door. You grab your gun that is on one of the bedside tables, not expecting anyone to be knocking this late, everyone you know should be sleeping, before walking towards the door and looking out the peephole.

Seeing who is on the other side, you open the door with a questioning look on your face, greeting your boyfriend, who is also wearing his pajamas, “Hey?”

Aaron smiles at you, eyes taking in your legs, before moving up to your face, “Hi.”

A small chuckle leaves your mouth, opening the door wider to allow him to walk in, “What are you doing here?”

Aaron, your wonderful boyfriend, that you love very much, also happens to be your boss, and you both made a rule when you started seeing each other.

When on a case, stay completely professional.

The lines got blurred a bit during the bank case. And during the last case in Seattle, when one of the local cops wouldn’t stop flirting with you. Aaron kissed you on the cheeks in front of him, when you were handing him a file. Aaron Hotchner can be a possessive man when he wants to be, not that you minded, the cop was annoying you.

Lucky for you, the rest of the team wasn’t in the department, but you have a feeling JJ knows there’s something going on between you and your boss. It’s really just a matter of time before the rest of the team finds out. You told Emily, before she left for London, and although she promised to keep it a secret, she did let it slip that she knew you were attracted to one another. You figure the rest have picked up on that too.

But, you both agreed to the rules, knowing that although it’s not technically against protocol, it is highly frowned upon. It’s why he refers to you by your last name at work and you call him Hotch in front of the others.

“What? I can’t come say goodnight to my girlfriend, that I only got to see today very briefly?”

You raise your eyebrows amusingly at him, “You can. But aren’t you the one that made these rules so we wouldn’t blur the lines on the job?”

“I know.” Aaron sighs, shoulders dropping, “But I missed you.”

This makes you pout at him, heart warming. He reaches out and grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him, “Plus, the lines are already blurred.” He says, resting his forehead on yours, “I’m pretty sure they were blurred the moment you walked into the conference room looking for Derek.”

This pulls a laugh from you, as you reach up and place a quick kiss to his lips, “I do remember thinking you were very attractive with that beard.”

He smirks at you, dropping another sweet kiss to your lips, “And what about without the beard?”

“The most handsome man.”

Aaron shakes his head at you, eyes gazing at you lovingly, “This is highly inappropriate of me to ask,” He jokes sarcastically, before his voice turns soft, “Can I just stay and hold you tonight?”

And there goes your heart again. Breaking into tiny pieces by this sweet, sweet, man in front of you. You swear he tries to make you cry on purpose or something.

“You don’t have to ask babe. You’re always welcome.”

You both fell asleep to the sound of the silent hotel room, and the rhythm of your heartbeats beating together.

With a kiss to your forehead and a small, “See you later.” Aaron sneaks out of your room before your alarm even sounds.

There was yet, another murder committed in the middle of the night, and now you and the team are around the conference room, given to you by the local police, trying to figure out where this John Doe is going next.

“ Ok, so he leaves words until today. Maybe he’s closer to what he’s looking for?” JJ shares her theory.

You shrug, “He could have already found it.”

“If he feels satisfied, he may disappear.” Morgan nods, going off your thought.

Blake hums thoughtfully, “We’re too close to let that happen.”

“Alright, then we go back to the first kills.” Aaron proposes, “3 women, late 40s, all working class. Mothers, Brunettes, beaten and left in a ditch. That was his message. He hated them.”

“Maybe he’s not targeting the women anymore because he already killed the person he blames?” You wonder.

“Most likely his mother.” Blake states.

Aaron nods, dialing the office phone in front of him, “We should have Garcia run all of the victims names again.”

“At your service.” Her voice comes through the speaker.

“Pull up the ‘04 victims.”

You hear her typing, “Done.”

“We need a list of their children.”

“Ok, next of kin, state welfare, give me a sec.” More typing is heard before she speaks again, “Gotcha! Ok. Some were put into foster care after their moms died, runaways, truancy, not good.”

“Any incarcerated?”

“A handful. Do you have anymore parameters?”

“Uh, not yet.” Aaron tells her, “Just send us the list.”

You all look through the files of the first victims, going over them together and looking through their family history. Trying to find anything that could lead you to the guy or what it was he was looking for.

The ending to the case is a somber one. You were able to save a fathers life, and his children from witnessing it be taken away. But your John Doe, who’s real name is John Myers, didn’t have the same fate. You saw that Aaron was rattled by it. Not being able to save everyone, even the bad. But there wasn’t much support you were able to give him in front of the team.

Which is why you were a bit surprised when he sat across from you on the plane. He usually takes the loner seat in the back to spread out and do paperwork uninterrupted, but you welcomed the close proximity. You would feel his gaze on you briefly every few minutes, or a foot nudge your leg here or there. Anytime you would look up though, he would be looking down at the file in front of him, doing his work. The only evidence of his mischief being a small amused smile on his face.

When you finally did catch his eye, the plane was getting ready to land, it was full of warmth and tenderness. You sent a fond smile his way, hoping it would display exactly what you wanted to tell him in that moment, but weren’t willing to risk the prying ears of the team surrounding you.

I love you.

Your wish being granted by the small nod and discreet wink sent back to you.

I know.

Gathering your things to get off and head to the SUV outside that will take you back to headquarters, Aaron filed in behind you on the way out, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Come over tonight?”

You turn your head slightly to look back at him, sending him a small nod and a wink of your own.

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How It Needs to Be

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

AN: I played with the timeline here a tad by introducing Alex Blake earlier than in the series. I wrote the brief interaction Reader has with Blake for a later idea, but ended up moving it up here. Writing angst is difficult. I almost wanted to skip back to more fluff…luckily bearded Hotch is just around the corner 😊

Summary: Reader is surprised and concerned at how easily Aaron appears to go back into his usual work routine after Emily’s “death.” Aaron comes clean about something he did months ago in an attempt to protect Reader…an argument ensues. Aaron learns he’s being temporarily reassigned to Pakistan. He worries about leaving Reader since she knows the truth about Emily. Aaron suggests what Reader considers an unnecessary step to keep her safe from anyone who might be connected to Doyle while he’s away.

Word Count: 3341

Warnings: SFW, but it’s angsty. Language, generic mention of past trauma

You expected the next workday to be rough. Needless to say, you were caught by surprise with how together and normal Aaron seemed when he picked you up that morning. His appearance was now back to his usual prim and proper. He was cleanshaven and you could’ve sworn his hair looked shorter.

“Hey, handsome. How are you today?”

“I’m okay, babe.” He looked at you almost as if he debated adding in why do you ask? He leaned over for a quick kiss.

“Did you get a haircut?”

“Oh, yeah. Sometimes I can catch my barber late.” He gave you a half smile and then brought his eyes back to the road.

“How do you do it?”

“The haircut?”

You shot him a look. “No, not that. How can you be so…I don’t know…normal and like business as usual after everything that happened?”

He sighed. “I guess…what other option do I have? My team needs me to be in control and have my shit together. Then the higher ups expect that even more from me. I have an adhoc meeting that I’m pretty sure will be Strauss’ boss laying into me the whole time.”

“Yikes, that meeting sounds rough. I hope you know that you don’t have to have your shit together around me. Baby, it’s normal for there to be days when you just need to spazz out or let yourself put down the cool, calm, and collected persona.”

“Thank you, honey. I know. I tried that yesterday.”

“Mhmm, and was it so bad?”

“Terrible, actually.” You were relieved to see the corner of his mouth turned up and the glint in his eyes that confirmed he was being a smart ass. He pulled into a parking space and set the car in park.

“Wise guy. Either way, I really appreciate you being honest with me. I know there will always be things you just can’t tell me, but I’ve seen the extra effort you’re making to let me in.”

“I should’ve sooner” he mumbled.

“What’s that, babe?”

“Nevermind.” He tried to shrug off whatever he said.

“Aaron…” you took his hand in yours. “You know the nothing and nevermind stuff drives me crazy. Please tell me?”

He released a long sigh. “This isn’t the time. That’s why I dropped it.”

“Could you pick it back up? Come on. You know my mind will be running wild otherwise.”

“I need to tell you something that will upset you. I want to own up to something that I kept from you.”

He released your hand you pulled it back over to cross your arms.

“Okay…”

“I was responsible for the JTF in Colorado.”

“What? How?” You scoffed. “You weren’t even out there. How would you have been in charge?”

“I wasn’t in charge, Y/N. What I mean is I’m the reason you got sent out there.”

“As in like you nominated me or something? I’m not understanding.”

“No, not like that I’m afraid. Basically, you got sent out there because I asked someone to do it. Honey, the timing-”

“Oh, my god. Foyet.” You covered your mouth with your hands.

“Yes.”

“God, I must be a really shitty agent to believe that was coincidental.” You laughed sarcastically to yourself mostly.

“You’re a good agent.” He locked eyes with you, but you couldn’t keep staring. You looked away.

“I can’t be…you sent me away…on a wild goose chase damn it. Aaron, I told you that task force seemed rushed and random.”

“I understand if you have questions.” He turned towards you, but you fixed your glance out the window still.

“Just one, really. Why? Aaron, I understand that there will always be things you have to keep me in the dark about…I guess I just never considered there would also be things you’d prefer me to be out of your way. I don’t know how to feel about being shipped away. I mean, did I ask one too many questions?”

“No, it wasn’t anything you did. Please believe that if nothing else.”

“Then why? I think you owe me that at the least, Aaron.” You turned to meet his eyes still fixed on you.

He let out a long sigh. “You asked me to protect you.”

Those 6 words hit you. You did ask him that. You felt your anger slightly soften. Only slightly though.

“I also asked you not to shut me out. I’d say secretly arranging to have me shipped out west falls under that.”

“Y/N, you don’t understand. I knew at some point he was going to come after me and anyone close to me. We didn’t think you were on his radar, but we could never be sure since he was so methodical about what he wanted us to know that he knew and when.”

“I could’ve helped, Aaron.”

“No, you couldn’t have. Don’t say that!” It threw you to hear him raise his voice.

“Why?”

“Because-” he paused and softened his tone. “I couldn’t even help keep my wife and son safe from him. I did everything I could think of, called in every god damn favor I possibly could and he still found a way.”

You felt really bad. It had to hurt him to have all of this stirred up again, but he was also guarded. His wall was going back up and that was the worst part. You could see he was hurting, but he put on such a firm tone that you knew you couldn’t get near him emotionally.

“Aaron, you did everything you could. He preyed on the love you and your family had for each other and used it to manipulate you all.”

“I can’t do this right now.” Just like that he had compartmentalized, and the stoic front was fully engaged again. “You’re pissed about Colorado. I’m sorry. It was what I felt I had to do. Please accept that.”

Just when you thought you guys had made some progress…the walls are back up.

“You weren’t my boss making that call though, Aaron. You were my boyfriend…I think at least. Hard to remember because that was another thing I felt I had to walk on eggshells around you. If I showed that I cared above some predetermined level that only you knew and decided you would instantly close me out.”

“You’re welcome to file a complaint or grievance to share your concern. Shall I print out the paperwork for you?”

You both managed to keep our tone and volume at a normal level. Sometimes those arguments were more intimidating than having one person shout. You wanted to scream at him, but did your best to match his tone and go toe to toe with him.

“No, but if you’re going to take this professional bullshit attitude with me then I need some space. This is a lot and I can’t just accept it right now.”

“I understand. Take whatever time you need. I’ll try and keep my professional bullshit attitude out of your way. Now I have to go have likely a similar tempered conversation with my higher ups.”

He got out of the car and slammed the door shut. You wanted to sit for a minute and collect yourself, but you remembered you were in his damn car. So awkward.

You exited his car and had to still walk to the freaking elevator together. Parking garages are possibly the worst place to have an argument. Aaron stopped outside the elevator lobby entrance and for a moment you thought he might want to say something. Turned out he had a call he had to return and told you to go ahead. You weren’t sure if that was true, but you knew for certain things were incredibly tense.

You were just getting back to your desk after your first meeting when you saw that Aaron was calling. You let it go to voicemail, but then felt bad about it. On the one hand, you asked for some space. However, you also asked him not to close you out and realized picking up his call could be worth it.

You called him back.

“Sorry I missed…didn’t answer before. What’s up?” You sat down and rolled your chair closer to your desk.

“That’s okay. Listtsen, we need to talk. Can you come to my office?”

Fuck. There were the 4 words no one ever wanted to hear. This was too much to deal with during work.

“Oh. Can we talk after work? I can’t balance this all right now.” You were being completely honest.

“No, it’s best if we talk as soon as possible. I just found out I need to leave for an assignment. I think we should take a break.”

What the actual…? You turned to look at your phone as if you could somehow confirm you heard him correctly.

“I’m on my way.”

You practically speedwalked along the edge of the BAU bull pen like you owned the damn place. You were so focused on storming into Aaron’s office that you stopped just short of walking right into a woman coming out of a conference room.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going. Running from one meeting to the next I sometimes get this tunnel vision.” You straightened out your blazer.

“No problem, it’s a busy place. Is someone expecting you? I’m Agent Blake.”

“Hi, I’m Agent Y/L/N from White Collar. I’m hoping to catch Agent Hotchner if he’s available.”

“But he’s not expecting you? Why don’t you have a seat and I can see if he’s working today.”

Oh, my god. You didn’t have time to play keep away with this woman. Luckily Derek walked out of the conference room this Agent Blake was just inside. His eyes widened when he realized who was standing with his coworker.

“Hey, Y/N! It’s good to see you. White Collar let you away long enough to come say hi?”

“Derek! I know it’s been too long!” I went in for a hug knowing Derek wouldn’t mind and it would hopefully show this Agent Blake character that I didn’t need to be stopped and questioned like a suspect.

Derek hugged you back and then said, “Oh, I’m sorry. Y/N, this is Dr. Alex Blake. She’s consulting with us. Blake, this is Special Agent Y/N Y/L/N. She’s an old friend of ours.”

You were so thankful Morgan handled that smoothly and didn’t trip over the part about how you knew the BAU. You and Aaron weren’t hiding but didn’t broadcast that you were dating…or were dating…all the more reason you needed to get to his damn office.

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Blake. Derek, I was just telling Dr. Blake that I’m hoping to catch Aaron if he’s not busy.” In your head you added, because I know he’s working today, Dr. Blake…so just come out and say if you think I’m some suspicious stalker.

“Yeah, of course. I think he’s in his office. He might be on a call or video conference though.”

“I’ll make sure to knock. Thanks, Derek.”

“No problem, it was good seeing you.”

“You too!”

You continued down the hallway without saying anything else to Dr. Blake. She rubbed you the wrong way and you were done dealing with her.

Suddenly you found yourself at Aaron’s office door. You brought my hand up to knock loudly.

“Come in.”

You opened the door, but just crept inside the slightest bit so he could see it was you. Briefly, he looked up from his computer. “Wow, that was fast.”

“Are you on a call or virtual meeting?” You pointed to his laptop.

“No, just paperwork as usual. Please, come in.”

“Thanks.”

Just then his office phone rang.

“Sorry, Y/N. I just need to grab this.”

“No problem” you said as you took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“Hotchner.”

“Yes, please do. What’s on your mind, Blake?” Ugh, HER again, you thought. You were a little rusty on trying to decipher more from the conversation only hearing one end of it, but still tried.

“No, everything is fine.”

You could just barely hear your new pal on the other end of the line.

“Are you sure? She seemed a little disorganized and stressed to find you. I also noted that she used both you and Morgan’s first names instead of last, which seemed more like a personal old friend than a professional one.”

“Blake, I’m all set. I’ll remind you that part of my job is meeting with other agents who might need a consult and yes sometimes it’s more urgent than others.”

You couldn’t quite hear her reply, but assumed it was arguing or back pedaling. Aaron said goodbye and hung up shortly after, so your guess would be back pedaling.

“Sorry about that. Linguists. It’s hard to turn off those skills.” He walked over to close his door and blinds. “I’m also very sorry about earlier.”

“Aaron, can you just come out with it?” You had the terrible suspicion you’d been called down to be dumped at Quantico and felt no need to drag that out.

“Out with what?” He came back over and leaned against the front of his desk, which was just to the side of you.

“Come on. We need to talk. I know what that means…I am going to try and keep my cool since you insisted on doing this at work, but let me just say that you sure have got some balls to dump me at work.”

“I love you, Y/N.” You were confused because his expression was genuine.

“You love me, but…you can finish the sentence.”

“I’m being sent overseas.”

“For a case with the team?”

“No, just me. Things are a bit complicated after what happened. The higher ups want me out of the picture for a while I think. Truthfully, I’ve wondered if the unsub has a connection in the Bureau.”

You gave him a confused look and motioned with your index finger to hold on. You found a blank piece of note pad paper and jotted down what you didn’t want to say aloud.

Could your office be bugged?!

He shook his head no and reached for the piece of note pad paper to jot down his reply.

No, Garcia swept it.

“Sorry” you mused. “White collar crime force of habit. You’d be surprised how often people assume their office is untouchable. But we’re good, so go on…”

“Don’t worry. Not my first rodeo. I have no idea how long I’ll be gone. Right now all I really know and can share is I’m going to South Asia. It’s doubtful I’ll have consistent contact with anyone back home. I’d like to see if I can get JJ back here, but that could take some time.” He paused to take a breath and collect himself. “If there is a leak I’m really worried about you while I’m away. Isolating me from you and the team could be the first step of a plan to seek intel.”

“Aaron, don’t take this the wrong way…but anyone who even remotely knows you would know you’re tight lipped. What good would it do them to ask any of us?”

“Could be leverage.” He looked down at his shoes and then back up at you.

“So where does that leave us then? I’m not schlepping out to Colorado again, Hotchner.”

His face fell.

“Hey” you reached out to touch his forearm. “That was a joke. Poorly timed, apparently.”

He took your hand and pulled you up to stand between his legs. He remained leaning on the edge of his desk and brought his other hand to your hip.

“I think we should go on a break.”

“Are you fucking serious? You’re the king of mixed signals then.” Disgusted, you tried to back away from him, but his grip kept you in place.

“Hear me out. I need to make sure you’re safe. If I can’t be here, I think the best option is to distance you from me as far as any onlookers are concerned.” You felt his hand leave your hip.

“Aaron…how many times are we going to do this?” You stepped slightly back. “There will always be danger out there. I mean, we’re both FBI agents so odds are one of us will piss some bad guy off again.”

“This is different. It’s personal. I feel guilty that I put you in this position.”

“You mean you feel guilty for telling me yesterday? I don’t regret that.” You weren’t sure what was happening. Instinctively you found yourself putting some more distance between you, as if that could somehow protect your heart. You moved to stand behind one of his office chairs and casually rested your hands on the back of the chair.

“It’s complicated.”

“I disagree. Aaron, if you love me then don’t break up with me.”

“It’s just while I’m away…and for appearances primarily.” He crossed his arms now you noticed.

“What appearances? Outside of your team who even knows we’re dating? I’m pretty sure this is only like the second time I’ve even come down here during business hours.” You tried your best to keep your voice soft and tone even. This was getting ridiculous though.

“It’s not my team. If there is someone, we’re probably unaware of them. It’s unlikely they’d make themselves known and risk tipping us off.” He stood up from his desk and started pacing.

“Aaron, love. I’m worried.” You stepped in front of his path and gently hugged him. He pulled you in close.

“I know, I’m sorry. If we just follow my plan, sweetheart-”

You interrupted him to clarify. “No, I mean I’m worried about you. I really don’t think we need to do all this.” That’s when you connected the dots. “I think what happened to Emily possibly triggered past trauma…from Foyet.”

You felt his whole body instantly stiffen. Next, he pulled away from your embrace with the reflex speed of someone who just touched a hot pan.

“Don’t bring him into this!” Aaron’s gaze could’ve burned right through you. He tried to calm himself down as he paced some more and ran his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry I raised my voice. Trust me that he has nothing to do with this. “We need to take a break and the story needs to be consistent. Jack has a break from school soon and Jessica wants to take him on a trip. I won’t tell him yet, but everyone else needs to know we broke up…including Jessica and Garcia. You could even go out for coffee with someone to make it more believable.”

You thought to yourself, well, if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck…it might be a real breakup.

You released a long sigh. “This is what you want then?” You knew for sure there was no one else you wanted to be with on a coffee date.

“No, it’s not what I want. Unfortunately, it’s how it needs to be.”

While you were not a mental health professional, you suspected this likely would be how he thinks it needs to be until he processed through any of his past trauma. You weren’t convinced this wasn’t related to everything Foyet put him through, but you could tell he would not be receptive to that idea.

Honestly, you had no clue if going along with what felt like paranoia to you would be helpful or hurtful. All that you knew was that the man you love genuinely believed this pretend breakup was the way to keep you safe while he was away. The timing could not have been worse. Aaron needed more time, but duty called. You knew he wouldn’t be able to push back on this, likely thanks to a combination of work politics and the impossibly high standards he holds for himself.

“Okay” you almost whispered.

“Okay?” He walked right over to where you stood.

You nodded. “We should take a break.”

~Next Part to Follow~

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