#david rossi x ofc

[0and0its0doctor0]

You Belong to Me, I Believe

David Rossi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not smutty but not clean either, CM Violence, Unwanted kissing by unsub

Summary: An unsub gets a little too flirty with you. David steps in.

WC: 1,021

Thank you @my-mummy-dust for helping me with everything and being my muse <3

You and David are sitting in the interrogation room in a tiny police department in Belmont, Louisiana. The unsub sitting in front of you was accused of murdering 8 women with another two still missing. David was asking him questions but he was refusing to answer anything, all he would do was stare at you practically drooling from the mouth. You and David walked out of the interrogation room and you ran a hand across your face with a sigh. It was hot, you were already sweating in your button up shirt and this interrogation was going nowhere.

“I have an idea. Just go with it.” You said taking off your over-shirt leaving you in a tight form fitting tank top and letting your hair out of the scrunchie that was holding it in a loose bun on top of your head. “What are you doing? You aren’t going in there like this.” David said stubbornly. You just looked at David with a raised eyebrow as you walked into the interrogation room. There was a low whistle from the unsub and David wanted to shoot him right then and there. 

You asked him the same questions David asked him and he answered most of them. He flirted relentlessly with you. “I’ll tell you where the girls are if you let me touch her.” He said and David smacked the table glaring at the unsub. “You don’t get to touch her. Only I get to do that.” He snapped, his voice low and threatening. “Let him.” You said stepping closer to where the unsub was chained to the table. You leaned forward just enough for him to run his chained hands through your hair. You were pulled back by a seething David Rossi.

“Get ready.” He said angrily into the radio as the unsub told you where to find the missing girls. Once David gave the information over the radio he pulled you out into the precinct. “What were you thinking?” You had never seen him this mad. “I was thinking we needed to find the missing girls and I was going to do whatever it took.” You folded your arms across your chest. He unfolded your arms and pulled you into a rough kiss tangling his hand in your hair and pushing you flush against his body. 

The kiss was sloppy and heated and angry. His hands were all over you and you felt your cheeks flush bright red when you remembered you were standing in the middle of a podunk police station with your entire team watching with rapt attention. When he finally pulled away you were panting and the color of a cherry tomato. “Do you guys need to go back to the hotel?” Aaron asked with a slight smirk to his face. David looked down at you as you were trying to straighten out your shirt.

“Nope. Just reminding her who she belongs to.” He said casually walking away leaving you there blinking. Emily walked up to you, the biggest shit eating grin on her face. “You have lipstick on your chin.” She said laughing as she walked away leaving you to run to the bathroom to sort yourself out. You couldn’t believe that just happened. Well if the team was going to find out about you and David dating might as well be in the middle of a small police department in Belmont, Louisiana. 

You were both standing in the hallway when the unsub was brought out, they were re-cuffing his hands after un-cuffing him from the table when he got loose and booked it towards you. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you into a forced kiss, the entire precinct burst into action. David pulled his gun pointing it at the unsub who had you held tight against his body. The officers that were originally handcuffing him managed to pry him away from you as you got shoved towards David who caught you and quickly walked you to the other side of the room out of harm's way. You were shaking trying to process what just happened.

“Hey. Are you okay?” David asked, his fingers gently grasping your chin so you were looking directly at him. “I uhm. I wasn’t expecting that to happen.” You said shakily, all of a sudden you were very cold. He leaned forward to kiss you but this time he was gentle and he caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Do not move.” He told you, stepping away from where you were leaning against a desk because you felt like your legs were going to give out. You watched as David walked up to the unsub and decked him. He walked back over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side.  “Come on. We’re done here.” He grabbed your upper arm and guided you towards the waiting SUV’s. “But what about the girls?” You asked as he buckled you into the front seat. “You're the only girl I’m worried about right now.” He got in the driver's seat and took off towards the hotel. 

Once you arrived at the hotel and were safely inside David’s hotel room you sat on the edge of the bed not really sure what to do. “Hey kitten. You’re okay.” He said brushing some of your hair back. You surged forward practically knocking him to the ground as you aggressively pressed your lips to his licking your way into his mouth. He growled and wrapped his hands around your waist walking you backwards till you were flat on the mattress. His lips left sloppy wet kisses across your chin, down the curve of your neck and you groaned as he sucked a bruise into your clavicle. “I love you baby.” He whispered into your ear, licking the curve of it causing you to shudder. “You know I love that.” You said breathlessly causing him to smirk. “My beautiful girl.” He said into your ear before placing open mouthed kisses along your exposed skin. And that was how your bra wound up tossed across the room landing on a lamp.

[marril96]

Set in 12.13. Emily and Rossi come bearing bad news about Spencer.

[keanureevesisbae]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 01. jailbreak

Spencer Reid x Elodie Price (asian/pacific islander/moluccan OFC)

Summary: When serial killer Rowan Rancher escaped from prison, it's up to the BAU to not only find him, but also his daughter.

Serie warnings: Mention of murder, blood. Mention of rape (not described). Eventual smut.

Chapter warnings: Mention of murder and blood. Indirect mention of rape. Just a murderer in general already.

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: So, believe it or not, but I am not a genius 🤷🏽‍♀️ So everything Spencer says is either literally copy paste from Wikipedia or I attempted to do math and calculate shit myself. So I hope you like 😘

Masterlist // Beyond Words Masterlist

Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were - Marcel Proust

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Them

‘We’ve got a situation,’ agent Aaron Hotchner, unit chief of the Quantico’s Behavioral Analysis unit, says to his team, as they’ve all gathered for this case. ‘Rowan Rancher has escaped the prison facility in Texas.’

‘Rowan Rancher murdered twenty four women aged twenty seven to forty one—that we know of—over the course of seven years. His preference was for brunettes with blue eyes, which is a clear resemblance of his mother Megan Rancher. However, victim number twenty five was a man named Wendall Regal. It was actually the first murder he confessed after he was arrested and it was the only murder he didn’t deny.’ Spencer Reid’s eyes go through the file, absorbing the information he practically knew by heart already. ‘Rowan Rancher had a daughter. Rossi, weren’t you the one who interrogated her?’

SSA David Rossi leans back in his chair, looking at one of the pictures in the files. It was a graduation picture of Elodie Rancher, the daughter of Rowan Rancher. ‘I was,’ he answers. ‘She led us to the fifteen burial sites.’

Rossi remembers the pain and hurt he saw in the eyes of Elodie, a fragile seventeen year old, completely damaged by her serial killer father. Because Rowan and Elodie traveled a lot, the burial sites were scattered over the country. Some in Nevada, others in California, a few in Florida, one in Hawaii, more in Maine and the remaining ones in the Washington state, where Rancher finally was caught.

‘I helped her with a new identity,’ Rossi continues, ‘gave her a bit of a boost to start her life. Therapy, more counseling and eventually she stopped updating me I assumed it went well.’

‘Elodie Rancher now goes by Elodie Price,’ tech savvy Penelope Garcia says, pulling a newer picture of Elodie on the screen. She lost the innocent look, the deep dark circles under her eyes and the sunken cheeks. She grew her hair out, the shoulder length waves made way for long luscious locks of black hair. A septum piercing, a few hints of tattoos. While back when she still lived with Rowan Rancher she had almost a girly and angelic aura, she now looks tougher.

Broken.

‘Where do we think Rowan Rancher went?’ JJ asks. ‘Because judging from the enormous amounts of deranged fan mail this man receives, he has plenty of places to hide.’

Rossi shakes his head. ‘No, there was only one thing that set this man off. That made him irritable and that was the absence of his daughter. He’ll use the women who sent him those fan mails and were stupid enough to put their addresses on it to get him closer to who he truly wants.’

‘Elodie Price,’ Derek notes. ‘Baby girl, is she on a lot of social media?’

‘Nope,’ Garcia says. ’She has a tiny social media footprint. The only times facial rec got a hit was because she was partially in a picture of someone else, but this girl is practically a ghost.’

‘Where does she currently live?’ Emily Prentiss asks.

‘Right here in Quantico,’ Garcia answers. ‘She works from home as a translator. English to Dutch and vice versa.’

‘Dutch is a West Germanic language spoken by approximately twenty five million people as a first language and five million as a second language. Actually it’s one of the closest relatives of both German and English and, like the English language, hasn’t undergone the High German consonant shift, therefore it doesn’t use the Germanic umlaut, has largely abandoned the use of the subjunctive and has leveled much of its morphology, including most of its case system.’

While Spencer takes a deep breath to continue, agent Hotchner figures it’s the best moment to divide tasks. ‘I want Prentiss and JJ on the jet to Texas, to help out the local police departments and prison employees to communicate with the public. Rossi and Reid, go pay Elodie Price a visit. Morgan, you and I will stay here and set up a task force in order to locate Rowan Rancher. Garcia?’

‘Yes sir.’

‘I want you to try and trace Rancher’s steps. I want an exact step by step track record of when he escaped, his route and where he can possibly reside.’

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Her

Sometimes I am not too sure whether or not my ability to spot lies from miles away is a blessing or a curse. I’m one hundred percent certain the Starbucks barista who just wished me a nice day, rather wished me and every customer prior and after me would get hit by a bus. The slight tension in her jaw, the dark eyes.

She is not in an excellent mood.

With my Chai Latte with a pump of caramel, I make my way back to my place. I barely leave the safe walls of my apartment and when I do leave, it’s to do groceries, grab a coffee and go to the local independent bookstores. 

My life is simple and simple is all I need.

Once back home in my studio apartment, I sit down at my dinner table that serves as my work space for the next upcoming three hours. I’ve finished a lot of my work already, meaning I can either work ahead or call it a day.

Becoming a translator is honestly not the job I thought I’d do for the rest of my life, but translating technical manuals, school texts books and other boring things requires very little interaction with others and for now, that is what I need. 

The fear of someone recognizing me as Elodie Rancher is a fear I assume I will carry with me till the day I die. 

Three knocks on my door and I stretch out my neck, as if that enhances my hearing. Thinking it’s my senile neighbor Dolores again, I stand up and look through the peephole, before deciding if I’ll be home to deal with her antics again.

But it’s not Dolores. It’s someone else.

Two people. Men. And they both look familiar.

When I open the door, I see David Rossi standing there, the man who helped me gain footing again after my father was arrested back in Washington. ‘Mister Rossi,’ I manage to choke out. 

‘Elodie,’ he says, ‘how are you doing?’

All of the sudden, I am seventeen again. Traumatized, fearful and not too sure what to do with my life. ‘Something happened,’ I conclude, not answering the question. ‘Something involving my father.’

David Rossi lets out a deep sigh. ‘Elodie, can we come in?’

I take a step to the side, letting David Rossi and the man next to him inside. He’s tall—like, a lot taller than to my below average height—and says: ‘I’m Doctor Spencer Reid.’

‘I know,’ I say. ‘I listen to your seminars sometimes.’

That piques his interest. ‘Seriously?’

’Yeah,’ I answer, closing the door behind him. Seeing these agents standing in my living room, causes me to nearly shake with anxiety. ‘What happened?’

‘Rowan Rancher has escaped prison.’

Five words, but they are enough to knock all air out of my lungs. My father escaped prison? He’s been incarcerated for eight years, how on earth did he manage to do that? My father is smart, no doubt, but escapism appeared to be something that was part of fiction.

Not reality.

‘Oh,’ is the intelligent answer I manage to muster up. 

‘We have reason to believe that you are in possible danger if he figures out where you are,’ David Rossi continues, ‘therefore we want to offer you a deal.’

‘Okay?’

‘You help us with an eventual profile, tracking his steps, since you are truly the only one who knows him better than anyone. We’ll make sure you are in safe hands, always flanked by an agent.’

Deep down I want to say no. I don’t want protection, but knowing the lengths my father goes through to finish what he started, I have to help them.

Otherwise the Rowan Rancher victim count will only increase again.

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‘The Maluku Islands are an archipelago in the eastern part of Indonesia. Geographically they are located east of Sulawesi, west of New Guinea and north and east of Timor. The islands have been considered a geographical and cultural intersection of Asia and Oceania. Actually—fun fact—the islands were known as the Spice Islands, because of the nutmeg, mace and cloves that were exclusively found there.’

Believe it or not, I didn’t ask for this explanation about the Maluku Islands. However, when I said to Spencer Reid my mother was a Moluccan woman born in The Netherlands, it ignited something in him to tell me all about my heritage. 

But honestly I am not complaining about said history lesson. While I told the doctor I sometimes listen to his seminars, little does anyone know I actually listen to his seminars to go to sleep. The tidal waves of information that rolls from his tongue in a fast pace, causes me to dive into a deep night sleep. Not because I’m bored, but because I’m calmed down.

‘Sorry, Elodie,’ the man who introduced himself as Derek Morgan says, ‘there isn’t an off switch on this kid.’

‘It’s okay,’ I say. ‘No need to turn him off.’

Back at the Quantico headquarters, I’m quickly adopted by their technical analyst Penelope Garcia, under the close supervision of David Rossi. I’m staring at the last picture of my father, one pulled from security footage ten miles away from the prison. Ever since that moment, it almost appears like he’s a ghost. Evaporated into thin air. 

‘It had been my father and I since I was five,’ I whisper, but it’s loud enough for the other two to hear me. ’My mother ran off, unable to live with Rowan, because of his personality.’

Penelope turns to me. ‘And she just left you there?’

‘Yeah. When… When mister Rossi reached out to her after my father was caught, she hung up the phone after telling him I was doomed to fail anyway. She now lives in Australia, has three kids and is the stepmom of a girl who was my age. Who apparently wasn’t doomed to fail.’

Penelope places her hand on my shoulder and whispers: ‘I’m sorry.’

I quickly push aside the thoughts, before I tell them I have to use the restroom. Once done there, I walk passed the bullpen, witnessing Spencer bowed over a map. I push open the door and walk up to him. ‘What are you doing?’ I ask.

‘According to the traceable steps of Rowan Rancher pulled by Garcia, it occurred to me that he travels predominantly east.’

‘Yeah,’ I say. ‘That’s what he always said to me. When in doubt, go east. No idea why, but he just said that.’

‘It is essentially what you did,’ Spencer says. ‘Going from Washington state to Wyoming, then Iowa and then settling in Virginia, is traveling east.’ Spencer continues on to tell me about the landmarks Rowan Rancher will encounter when he continues to travel east, however I say: ‘He met my mother in Columbus, Ohio.’

When David Rossi first found me, I barely could muster up the energy nor the memories to tell him this information. Instead of talking about it, I pushed it down. My mother wasn’t a USA citizen and considering she at first was practically untraceable and then made it very clear she didn’t want to talk about Rowan Rancher, every bit of information about him came back to me. 

But I was useless when I was seventeen.

I will not make the same mistake at the tender age of twenty five.

‘They met at the botanical gardens, if I remember correctly,’ I say.

Compared to Spencer Reid, my memory was severely lacking. 

‘The Franklin Park Conservatory and Botanical Gardens,’ he recites. 

’Yeah, somewhere near the Pacific Island part.’

‘Pacific Island Water Garden.’

‘I think so.’

Spencer Reid tilts his head. ‘We don’t know why exactly Rowan Rancher escaped. In the time he was incarcerated, he only received fanmail, had zero visitors and doesn’t interact with fellow prisoners.’

‘He escaped because he thinks he didn’t do anything wrong,’ I say. ‘Murdering Wendall Regal was different, but according to the way he would think, I only assume he’d think his sentence is done with the eight years.’

I did it for you, baby. No man can do what he did to you. Shivers run down my spine as I hear my father’s voice, covered in the blood of Wendall Regal.

‘I think he just wants to retrace the steps of happiness. When he met my mother, I guess he was happy. When I was born in Miami, Florida during a storm in a hotel room, I guess he was happy.’

‘Can you tell me all the places where you remember your father was happy?’ Spencer asks.

And all I can do is nod, before I go back deep into my memory, hopefully able to help the people catch my father. 

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Five days. It took them five days and one female victim before they caught my dad in Miami Florida, near the same hotel I was born. The female victim was one of his fans, one of the people who was stupid enough to write down her address on the fan mail, instead of a post office box. She wasn’t my father’s normal type—this woman was fifty years old, had died red hair and had brown eyes—but she also wasn’t murdered in a manner it would be recognized to be murdered by my father. 

The only thing that gave away what he did, was the ERR carved in her skin. Elodie Rowan Rancher. My real name. The name he gave to me. It was him who named me Elodie. It was him who insisted on having a middle name identical to his own name. It was him who laughed at my mom for possibly thinking it would be okay I was gonna have my mom’s surname. 

ERR.

I sometimes think he killed because of me. I wondered what I did to make him do that.

My time here at the BAU has come to an end. After saying my goodbyes to everyone, together with Spencer I step into the elevator. I accidentally told him how the 1994 movie Speed with Keanu Reeves is my favorite movie.

‘The movie premiered in Hollywood on June 7th 1994, only to be released to the rest of the United States three days later. It became critically and commercially successful and the fifth-highest-grossing movie of 1994.’

‘It won two Academy Awards,’ I interject. ‘For Best Sound Effects Editing and Best Sound.’

Spencer turns to the side, a wide smile toying on his lips. Those puppy eyes nearly glimmer, almost like he’s delighted that I’m adding information to it. ‘Exactly. The sequel Speed 2: Cruise Control was actually nominated for eight Golden Raspberry Awards, winning the Worst Remake or Sequel category. The Golden Raspberry Awards is a parody award show honoring the worst of cinematic failures. They say it’s due to the absence of Keanu Reeves, who decided not to reprise his role as Jack Traven.’

‘Who is the most awarded actor?’ I ask. ‘Of those awards?’

‘Sylvester Stallone. He was nominated thirty three times and won eleven Golden Raspberry Awards.’

The way to my place is filled with these types of conversations. Including Spencer Reid reciting a good ten minutes of the movie Speed. I knew his brain was mesmerizing, but there is something so endearing about seeing it in real life.

Once we’re standing in front of my door, I say: ‘Thank you, for making these odd couple of days bearable.’

‘Five days,’ he says, because he simply can’t help himself. 

‘Five days,’ I repeat. I open the door of my place and say: ‘Thank you, Spencer.’

‘Thank you for your help. Thanks to you I could make a clear geographical map of important places for Rancher, meaning I could better pinpoint the spots he could be, thanks to Garcia’s sightings. Also, thank you for identifying the mark on the victim.’

‘Of course,’ I say, clenching my jaw, trying to push it down. ‘Well, you should go home. It’s been a rough few days.’

‘Actually, the best time for me to go to bed is either at eight in the evening or eleven. Considering it’s nine fifteen now, I have to wait one hour and forty-five minutes before I can fall asleep. However, it still is a thirty minute commute back to my place and if all goes well, I’ve got enough time to read the entire Harry Potter series and the first book of the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I could then read approximately eighty percent of book two, the Two Towers.’

‘Right,’ I say, my head spinning a little because of this load of information. ‘Well, you better get going then.’

He smiles. ‘Yeah, I should.’ He awkwardly holds up his hand. ‘Bye.’

And I watch Spencer clutching onto his bag, making his way to the elevator and for the first time in a long time, I feel a smile on my face.

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[hotchbian]

criminal minds Q&A (Qs from @/concretemercy on twitter)

who’s your favourite character? hotch, emily and spencer are my big 3 but if i had to choose between them.. i think hotch

which season is your favourite? early seasons >>>>> but more specifically i think season 4! although 3 and 5 are close too, that whole era has some of the most interesting cases and as devastating as it is i love the focus on hotch’s home life both pre and post haley’s death

who (in your opinion) is the most underrated character? i’m not mega attached to any of the characters who filled emily’s place in the seasons she was away but i did rly like kate callahan!! i’m surprised she’s not talked about more, she’s such a cool character imo and her storyline with her niece is also underrated!

who (in your opinion) is the most overrated character? this is a hard one but i think i’d have to say rossi? there’s several reasons why i dislike him a bit compared to other characters but he just felt like quite a step down from gideon and i just feel like his personality and backstory have less substance and are less interesting compared to the others’?

who’s your favourite cast member? SOOO difficult i love them all 😭 i think thomas’s acting skills are seriously underrated, i rly don’t believe many actors can achieve the duality between hotch and david from love and human remains as successfully as thomas does,, equally i loveee paget she’s such a sweet incredible soul 🫶 also bonus: aubrey plaza one of my #1 celeb crushes 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 she plays cat so well 😫

if you could change one thing in a plot what would it be? rossi being canon racist in his youth.. but if we’re talking more major (?) plot points i think maeve’s death - everyone agrees spencer suffers by far the most trauma throughout the years and i think it would’ve been nice for maeve to have survived and for her and spencer’s relationship to have progressed further, just to add a little sprinkle of consistent joy into his life :(

your favourite canonical ship? does garvez count as canon or not.. bc it is in my mind

your favourite non-canonical ship? i’m not much of a shipper i think bc the team feels like such a found-family i cant imagine their relationships to be anything other than platonic but.. i might go niche and say elle x emily (ellily? emme? emelle? idk) bc i think if they ever met emily would have the maddest crush on her lmao (i need them to meet, pls let them meet one day 😫)

favourite episode? again crazy difficult but i have to say 100.. literally not a day goes by where i don’t think about that episode, it’s television and acting perfection (thomas being the most talented actor ever strikes again) bonus #2: seven seconds (the one where the aunt is the unsub of the girl that goes missing in the mall) is also perfection, the tension throughout it is insane, i could write essays about it

favourite quote? the scene where hotch and will are talking about a victim who was the will’s closeted co-worker and will says “icb he flew hundred of miles to be someone else” and hotch replies “no he flew hundreds of miles to be himself” 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 hotch my little ally

why did you start watching the show? one of my school friends loved it and convinced me to watch it bc a family friend had given us her prime video log in but i only got through season 1 until i got logged out so i went two years without watching it until i subscribed to disney+ at the start of this year and picked up where i left off

have you watched criminal minds more than once? i finished my first watch-through a month ago and i went straight into rewatching it all the next day! so i’m currently at s3 on my first rewatch :)

what is the most heartbreaking scene from the show? the entirety of 100 is the obvious answer for me but also when derek faces his abuser (both times) and ofc “he was alive yesterday?”.. mgg your directing destroys me

favourite scene? too many.. any moments between hotch and jack, jj’s wedding, emily’s return from death, derek telling spencer that hank’s middle name is spencer ❤️‍🩹

when did you start watching the show? watched s1 in late 2020/early 2021, had a two year break and picked it back up in early 2023

favourite cast photo? my bffs 🤭

17. have you watched the spin offs? cm: evolution (if that counts as a spin off?) yes, the others no, i was planning on watching beyond borders but it’s not top of my watchlist priorities

18. who’s the best unsub? cat.. i feel so evil for loving her (that’s just what aubrey plaza does to me ig)

19. what was the most terrifying case? the only case i’ve been so genuinely scared of i’ve had to look away from my screen is the capilanos (the mgg directed killer clown episode), but i also love that ep bc spencer mentions a village near my hometown lmao

20. whose death was the hardest to watch? haley’s ofc and maeve’s

21. is there a character you can’t stand? when he was first introduced i didn’t like will and i was like.. why would jj like him of all ppl (i think i just found his accent and bad flirting annoying 😭) BUT i love them together now, they’re rly cute especially in s16

this took way longer than i expected 😭

[randomwriting-misc]

Ghost of Us

Summary: Aaron Hotchner goes into Witness Protection to protect his son, leaving everyone to deal with the aftermath of his blindside.

Inspired by Ghost Of You by 5SOS

A/N: A workshop in heartbreak

Two Weeks Ago

Sunlight across my face wakes me up as I stretch across the bed. I notice Aaron’s absence first thing and frown. Glancing at the time, I see I slept in. He must have gone to pick up Jack from his aunt’s house.

The last few days had been stressful, with the sighting of Mr. Scratch at Jack’s soccer game, we had taken time off to be with him. I drag myself out of bed, and that’s when I notice how off things are.

Most of Aaron’s clothes are gone. His shoes are too.

Confusion enters before panic. I burst into the living room, his laptop is gone and so are the things Jack has brought over and left, accidentally giving me a toy and book collection from him.

I try calling him, but it goes straight to voicemail. I keep trying, and texting, and it gets harder to breathe.

What is going on?

When I see the letter on the counter, my knees fall out from beneath me and I feel myself succumb to a panic attack. The room is spinning. Did he leave me? I don’t understand, we work together, is he just… going to ignore me?

My phone vibrates once, signaling a text, but it’s not from Aaron like I hope it is. A private number appears on my screen as I scramble to unlock it.

Hello, this is the U.S. Marshall. I’m breaking protocol for this agent, but as a favor to him and you.

They have entered the program to avoid detection. It was a highly secured operation that was strictly need-to-know. His phone is no longer with him.

For what it’s worth, we are all sorry.

My phone falls from my hand as it feels like my heart stops.

They’re gone.

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One Week Ago

“Hotch just sent in his resignation,” Rossi says carefully. Small gasps fill the room as he delivers the news to the team, or most of the team. My absence is heavily noted.  

“Does this mean we’ll never get to see him again?” Penelope sounds like she’s on the verge of crying.  

“We don’t have a choice.” Rossi is also trying to hold it together and be professional for everyone’s sake.

The room is solemn, letting the weight of the information sink in.

“Wait, how long has he been gone?” Spencer asks, doing the math in his head. I had been gone for over a week now, telling only Rossi that I was sick.

“He’s been in the program for 8 days.”  

JJ seems to put two and two together at the same time as Spencer as they are both suddenly on their phones. JJ texting me, Spencer calling me.  

“Did she go with him?” JJ’s tone is pointed. Most people in the room don’t have to ask who “she” is. The original team was well aware of the relationship between Hotch and me. They watched us fall in love over the years. They were the ones who pushed us to make a move in the first place.

Emily shakes her head.  

“No, she didn’t.”  

“Well, does she know?” She asks.

“The last time I spoke to Aaron, he hadn’t told her. I’m not sure what she knows.” Rossi provides.

“Oh no,” whispers Penelope.  

The two newest agents seem confused, they hadn’t been told about Aaron and me before Mr. Scratch through a wrench in our lives.  

“She’s not answering,” JJ says.  

Spencer frantically dials again.  

“Her phone is going straight to voicemail.”  

JJ asks if either Emily or Rossi has heard from me since Aaron left, and they both say no.  

Panic ensues as JJ and Spencer rush out to head to my apartment, leaving the rest of them to explain to the newest agents of the BAU exactly why they are so worried about me in light of Hotch leaving.

By the time they get to me, it’s days into my spiral. They bang on the door and plead to open it. It’s only when I hear them check the ammunition of their guns that I turn my phone on.

I don’t let them in but send them a text in hopes they will leave.    

I am alive, just drowning. Please go.  

And they do.  

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Now

Knock, knock, knock.  

“Hey, it’s me. I know you're in there.” Spencer says standing at the front door of my apartment.  

I don’t move to answer.  

I can’t move.  

Moving made everything real. Moving brought me back to my body and made me feel. The subtle up and down of my chest was already too much, grounding me into my body, into my reality. When it feels real, the crushing weight of my heartbreak is just too much to bear.  

I am curled into a ball on the couch. The bed is still unmade from where we both slept for the last time. There is no courage within me to lay there and feel the emptiness with him gone. The crying has stopped, for now, just leaving me numb.

Aaron Hotchner is gone. Aaron Hotchner left me.  

“We are all really worried about you,” Spencer says, he sounds like he’s talking to a wounded animal, coaxing them into safety.  

“Just…let me know you’re alive, please. Penelope is close to calling the police to do a wellness check on you. We haven’t heard anything in days.”  

Resigned to the fact I would have to let him in, or probably very likely deal with the police, I roll off the couch and unlock the door without a word. I hear his sigh of relief as I sit back down, wrapping a blanket around me.  

Spencer tentatively walks in and scans the room, already profiling the situation he’s found me in, I’m sure. I knew how it looked.

A coffee cup sits at the dining table, next to a stack of papers.  It isn’t mine.

A children’s movie case on the coffee table, the DVD still in the player.  

A suit jacket is folded over a chair.  

A key is placed on the kitchen counter.  

A letter still left untouched next to it. Only two words are visible on the folded pages.  I’m sorry. The contents on the inside of the pages are unknown.

It’s like nothing had changed in the two weeks since Aaron went into Witness Protection without telling anyone, everything except the results of my anger.

A shattered ceramic on the floor and a dent in a wall from the angry phase of my isolation.

I would have understood. I love Jack. I would do anything to protect him, but he didn’t tell me. He just left. Leaving the ghost of a life behind him. My mind spirals into these thoughts for the millionth time in a few days.  

Spencer suddenly relives the moment they were all told Hotch had left, and how he wishes so badly they had known sooner. He looks at me with such concern in his eyes.  

We sit in silence for a while before Spencer gets up and rummages through my kitchen. Wordlessly, he makes me a cup of tea and something to snack on.  

“Thank you.” I flinch at my voice, hoarse and creaky.  

Spencer just nods.  

Tears slowly pour out of my eyes.  

“It feels... it feels like he died. Like they both died.”  

“I know. It does feel that way.”  

“I don’t know what to do.”  

“You don’t have to know. You’re grieving, just let yourself grieve.” He pauses, choosing his words carefully.  

“You deserve to grieve… but let us help you. Let us take care of the things you can’t right now.”  

I sob, and even though Spencer is not a hugger, he lets me lean into him and cry into his shoulder.  

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Spencer leaves with the promise to return with friends to help straighten up the apartment from its current doom and gloom state. I shower knowing I desperately need it. Even if I am just letting the hot water run over me, it feels good. The feeling is fleeting when I realize I am washing away the last time Aaron kissed me, the last time Jack hugged me. It’s all a memory now.  

Our relationship was full of love. We were together officially for two years, but we spent years beforehand with lingering eyes and subtle touches. He put everything above himself, and I wanted nothing more than to care for him the way he did for others.  

The first time he kissed me was like a scene out of a movie. After years of getting closer and closer to crossing that line, a bad case where I was separated from him snapped something in him. Rain pounded against the concrete; I was covered by an emergency blanket after an unsub had gotten a hold of me during an arrest. Minimal injury sustained, but it had been scary.  

Standing in the road watching them load his body into an ambulance, I heard Hotch yell my name. Running around the corner of the house, he locked eyes with me. I was frozen as he continues to run up to me. The emergency blanket falls from my shoulders as his hands find the sides of my face pulling me into a passionate kiss. My hands grasped on to him, pulling him closer. He moved his hand from my cheeks to around my waist and dipped me slightly backward.  

Clapping and wooing pulled us away from each other reluctantly as the team stands behind us, smiling and laughing. I think I saw Rossi collecting money from Emily and Derek.  

I find myself getting lost in the memories.  

I should have seen the signs in those last few days. He brought me my favorite flowers, danced with me through my apartment to our songs, and kissed me like I was his lifeline. All while still feeling like he was building a wall between us.  

The bathroom floor is where Penelope and Emily find me when they come through the unlocked door.  

“Oh, my sweet,” Penelope says, it's like I can hear her heart breaking as I look up at them with red eyes.  

There is no judgment from them as Emily helps me up and helps me into the bedroom. She finds clothes for me to put on and sits me down in a chair. Penelope’s touch is gentle as she brushes through my hair slowly, then braids it out of my way.  

JJ and Rossi show up next with food for everyone. They both scan the apartment in the same way Spencer does before meeting my eyes.  

No one asks if I’m okay, they already know.  

Finally, Spencer is back, with a special guest in tow.  

“Derek,” I say, tearing up yet again. “You’re here.”  

“Of course, I’m here,” he pulls me into a hug, “I will always be here for you. I am so sorry.”  

I squeeze him tight, and he sits down with me on the couch.  

There’s not much talking as they start to move around and clean. Dishes are done, dusting is completed, and groceries are delivered courtesy of Rossi.  

They don’t touch any of Aaron’s things that he left behind, not after finding his favorite t-shirt in my laundry sending me into an almost catatonic state, clutching on to it, the smell of him overwhelming my senses. They sneak away to the kitchen while they think I’ve fallen asleep, still holding the shirt tight to me.

“This is bad,” whispers Emily. Hums of agreement follow.  

“I don’t know what to do,” Penelope says.  

“We do what we’ve been doing,” Spencer interrupts, “She needs support. Her whole life was effectively ripped out from under her overnight. She needs time.”  

They go quiet at his words. Out of everyone here, Spencer knows how I feel better than anyone.  

“She hasn’t read his letter.” JJ’s voice is quieter.  

“Probably because reading it is accepting the fact he’s not coming back,” Derek provides.  

“Is any justification worth this? I know he was protecting his son but...” Penelope’s voice falters, “He should have at least told her.”  

They are all silent again. Unsure of what to say.

“The Bureau has given her as much time as she needs,” Emily says, “Let’s just try our best to be there.”

Guilt rises in me, but as the smell of Aaron’s cologne creates an ache in my heart, I let the guilt go in favor of finally falling to sleep.

At least in my dreams, Aaron is there with me.

[myinconnelly1]

5 Men and a Baby: Pt 12 Good Intentions

Rating : explicit for the series A/N: This is a Supernatural, Psych, and Criminal Minds crossover, so hold on to the reigns as it gets crazy Warnings: mentions of previous smut. Summary: A case in Santa Barbara gets some special attention from several highly trained investigators as it rolls into the ER on a gurney. Word Count: 783

Masterlist/Previous

Reid sat in Chief Vicks’ office with three books open and not reading any of them.  Rossi had told him to cool off, while he smoothed things over with the agent that Reid had punched.  His hand hurt, his mind was racing, and the pain he felt in his heart drowned all of that out.

Gia had been a great girlfriend.  She was understanding of Reid’s crazy schedule and didn’t ask a lot of questions about his work.  He didn’t want to bring those horrors home and she felt the same way about what she saw at the hospital.  They had been living next door to each other for a little while before he had started hunting Thomas, and Reid felt they were pretty serious.  But as he saw his luck with women, something horrible at work bled over into his normal life and Gia had been hurt.

He hadn’t been fast enough to get Thomas when he had attacked Gia.  And Gia had to go over horrific encounter with two men who had broken into her apartment shortly thereafter.  He had read the report several times coldly and distant from the connection he shared with the woman he’d needed to think of as the victim.  Reid had tried to convince her to move in with him, but she said she needed to get away from D.C. for a while and she had packed her things up and moved away.  It had been startling to walk into the Santa Barbara Hospital and find her guarding the ICU.  She looked well.  Healthy and all things considered happy.

“I’ve got some ice for your hand,” Juliet O’Hara said kindly as she came into the office and drew Reid out of his thoughts.

“Thanks,” He said half-heartedly as he took the small baggie.

“Wanna talk about it?” she offered as she sat next to him.

“I’ve never really hit someone on the same side of the law as me,” He chuckled ruefully.  “But he just admitted to doing something awful and I really just lost my cool.  Did Rossi get things settled down?”  Spencer grimaced as he realized he was still going to need to come out of this room and deal with Sam and Dean.

“I think so.  Sam and Dean seemed to understand where you were coming from and just didn’t want to make a big deal about it.”  Juliet said.  “This Thomas guy must be really bad to have all four of you FBI guys after him.  Why does he think he is a witch?”

“He uses a mixture of drugs and other things create the perfect scenarios with his victims and this power mixed with his delusions has given him this superiority complex.”  Reid explained.

“Well how does Gia and her baby fit into this?”  Jules asked then covered her mouth and stared wide eyed at Reid.  Spencer looked like he had been struck by lightning before he stood and jogged out the office to find Rossi.

“I know why things changed for him in D.C.  Why he seemed to follow Gia,”  Reid said as he found the older man.  Dean and Sam were nearby and leaned into hear the information.

“Gia’s pregnant.  I think that Thomas might think the baby is his in some kind of sick way.  Like she conceived the child while in the throes of his spell.  I think he might actually be angry about this.  Which is why he’s escalated,”  Reid said in a rush.

“He might be impotent,”  Rossi nodded thinking it through.

“Wait, Gia’s pregnant?”  Gus asked as he and Shawn approached the group.  Shawn lifted his finger to his temple thinking about all the clues that he had seen but not really understood until the revelation was said out loud.

“Of course, Gus!  I can’t believe you stole her donut,”  Shawn said giving his friend a push.

“Can it Spencer,”  Lassiter said as he came over to join the group with Juliet in tow.  “Your witch struck again.  Whatever he is doing it’s getting bigger.  There’s three bodies downtown.”

“That’s not far from the hospital,”  Sam said looking over at Dean.

“We just left there, Gia is safe.”  Gus said, as Shawn answered his phone.

“Dad?”  Shawn asked putting the call on speaker.

“Shawn, I had to go for a cat-scan and when I came back Gia was gone.  I probably wouldn’t have thought too much about it but you got me thinking about that John Winchester guy, and there was piece of paper in my room with a drawing that I had seen from when he was at large.  I think something bad happened to your friend.”  Henry sighed heavily.

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[let-me-love-you-loki]

Days Gone--Ch. 2

Chapter 2

           Garcia took a deep breath as she looked over the photographs, documents, and details that played over her screen. The details of Lyssa Thompson’s life were sat out in black and white. She was smart and focused. From everything Garcia could see, she spent her every waking moment studying, working, and striving. Her personal life was sporadic at best, completely absent at worst.

           For a moment, Garcia didn’t know what she was looking for in the files and facts. She focused on the images of the young woman on the screen. One showed her in high school, hair streaked with honey gold highlights, chopped off at the chin, graduation cap perched on her head. She smiled. Her eyes sparkled brightly. The other was an ID photo. Her hair was longer, the highlights gone, and braided over her shoulder. She’d lost a little weight, but her smile was still the same.

           She scrolled through transcripts from high school and Georgetown. The entirety of this young woman’s life was turned into black and white, a series of photographs, transcripts, emails, and phone calls. It was impossible for her to think through everything that spread out in front of her in pixels of red, blue, and green.

           Garcia scribbled on the notepad at her left hand, trying to sort her mind toward the piece of information that was missing. She pulled Lyssa’s cell phone records again. Searched them more carefully, to see if there’s anything else in the information that she’d missed.

           If she hadn’t been paying attention—if she hadn’t been looking for it—she would have blinked and missed it.

           “Oh! Oh!”

           She dug in further, narrowing parameters in her search database. Bank records on top of the phone records. Dates, times, phone calls in and out. Her heart beat faster with every click of her keyboard. Penelope Garcia was amazing at what she did. She knew how to work the connection of data and time and place.

           One of the few things in the world that she was good at was seeing the overlap. And she finally saw it. Her fingers flew over the numbers on the phone. Garcia dialed Morgan’s number from memory.

***

           Reid couldn’t look away from the photograph of Lyssa on the board. He could hear her voice—he could repeat every word she’d ever said to him. Every question from her classes and every conversation they had. The curse of an eidetic memory, the complete inability to forget. Well… there was always the aching bliss of Dilaudid. But he couldn’t bring himself to go back there.

           He blinked, rubbed his eyes, and coughed. Reid couldn’t look JJ in the eye. A phone rang. Morgan stepped away, pulling his cell phone from his belt clip.

           “Hey, baby girl,” Morgan said as he held the phone to his ear. He listened for a split second, brown eyes snapping up and locking onto Reid. “Say that one more time.”

           JJ squeezed Reid’s hand and kissed the side of his head in sisterly affection. He stared at the board. She watched him. JJ couldn’t figure out what it was about this girl that had turned Reid so desperately upside down. The usual brainiac, statistic-spouting, pattern seeking Reid she’d grown to love in her time at the BAU had been replaced by the young man who sat beside her—lost, alone, and afraid.

           It broke her heart to see Spencer so completely not himself. She ruffled his hair, smoothed it down and back behind his ear. He leaned into her.

           “Reid,” Morgan said slowly, pulling a chair close. “How close were you with Lyssa?”

           His teeth shredded through his thumbnail. The sole of his Converse squeaked against the linoleum as his leg bounced. Reid tried to pull himself together. He tugged on his tie. Fiddled with the button at the top of his vest. “Close.”

           “Define close, kid.”

           Reid took a breath. It had been a long time since he was at a loss for words, but seeing Lyssa’s face and knowing what was coming made his entire being lock up. It didn’t matter that his IQ was genius level. All that mattered was that Lyssa was out there… somewhere.

           “Lyssa and I were… are…” Reid sucked in another breath. He rubbed his fingers hard against his eyes. “We… uh…”

           It took longer for Morgan and JJ to make sense of what Reid was saying. They looked from one to the other with something akin to a desperate sadness. It had taken so long for him to find someone to match him. Neither of them could bring themselves to say anything.

***

           “Hotch, we’ve got an issue,” Morgan said worriedly. “The new victim… Melissa Thompson. It’s more than just Reid knowing her.”

           Rossi and Prentiss looked up. They met Morgan’s eyes with concerned curiosity. It was practically unheard of to have one of them personally know a victim. To have it be Reid—the youngest, most innocent of them—was more than most of them could carry.

           “Is he okay?” Prentiss asked quickly. Her voice softened a little. She’d worried most about Reid when she had been away. She worried about him still.

           “It’s Reid’s girlfriend.”

           Prentiss dropped the file in her hands, scattering papers and photographs onto the floor. She tried hard not to clutch her hands against her chest—even as she so desperately wanted to protect Reid from the world. She closed her eyes and tried to hold back the worry. The only way for any of them to be of use to Reid was to be as much themselves as they could be.

           “That just made things more difficult,” Rossi replied sardonically. He gestured at the door, where Reid sat with JJ looking at the photographs on the evidence board. “How can we get Reid through this? We need him.”

           Hotch sighed. “He knows that, Dave. And we both know that Reid will do his best to be himself. Because he believes in logic and numbers. He will try to do everything he normally does on a case.”

           “I have never seen the kid like that,” Morgan asserted as he pointed through the glass at Reid. “There’s nothing about him right now that’s going to let him be logical. He’s never had to deal with something like this. He doesn’t know how.”

           “Then help him,” Hotch murmured. “He trusts you and JJ more than anyone else on this team. The things he can do are vital to finding this woman alive. Remind him of that.”

           Morgan met Prentiss’s gaze. He could sense hurt. Ever since her return to the team Prentiss had done more than her best to earn Reid’s trust and confidence. It didn’t change the fact that JJ meant more to Reid than anything else until this woman. It wasn’t personal against Prentiss.

***

           “We’ll find her, Spence,” JJ said soothingly. She sighed and threaded her fingers through his hair again. “But we need you to do what you do.”

           Reid rubbed his fingers hard over his eyes and tried to take a deep breath. He couldn’t think straight. Everything that usually saw patterns saw nothing but the face of Lyssa Thompson.

           “How?”

           Morgan hooked a chair with his foot and sat down. He glanced at JJ for a split second before he put a firm hand on Reid’s knee. The squeak of sneaker on linoleum stopped.

           “Work the case. With us. You know her—you know this case. The Spencer Reid I know is a genius. He’s absolutely brilliant. And he will do whatever he can to help people in need.” Morgan turned his attention to the board and pointed at Lyssa Thompson. “She needs your help right now, Reid.”

           I miss Georgetown sometimes, Dr. Spencer Reid. Her voice was clear and perfect. Her intonation, her tone, the pace of her voice. Locked forever in his mind. I miss you.

[withyoutilltheendofthismess]

Face masks

Paring: Aaron Hotchner x female!reader

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: Pure Fluff, Nudity

Summary: A day off from work gets interrupted but is that always a bad thing? 

a/n: This is my first ever fic and my first ever fanfiction. Constructive criticism is very appreciated.

Warm Water surrounding both of your bodies, your back pressed against his chest, warm breath grazing your neck where his face was nuzzled, hand resting on the naked skin of your stomach.

Aaron had come home late after an especially tiring case but sleeping in wasn't on the agenda of the day, Jack needed to be brought over to a Friend. The exhaustion not fleeing in the remaining day he and you decided to engage in a warm bath, relaxing together.

 It was intimate, going way beyond anything sexual, enjoying each other's company, feeling the other's body closely. His body was strong behind you, his arms momentarily flexed when he moved his arms. One was now resting on your knee which was pulled up, the other one reaching higher to cup your breast. Your head fell back against his shoulder and you pressed a soft kiss to his check, now firmly tucked under his chin. You opted to pull one arm back to scratch the hair at the base of his neck which pulled a soft sigh out of him. He turned his face towards you, aiming for even more closure but you interrupted him in the process of doing so. 

Both of you had a face mask on and he was going to ruin yours by touching it.  You had first done one on yourself and when he walked into the bathroom you couldn't resist to also put on some of the creme on his handsome face. Even a unit chief needs to take care of his skin. How cheesy of you to share a bath with matching face masks like some love sick teenager couple.

Never had you thought you could be this content, your relationship with the agent has been going on for about half a year now and things were going steady. It was definitely hard work to remember making time for a relationship with both of your busy schedules from work. Even though you weren't an unit chief managing your own graphic design business took something out of you. So this bathing moment was special.

That was until the doorbell interrupted your little moment. Aaron sighed into your neck, pulling your body even more towards him.

“ 's probably not something important.“ He nuzzled.

“Aaron, it could be, I should get this.“

A sound of disagreement was the answer to your suggestion, it was all you needed to know. If Aaron Hotchner doesn't want something to happen, then it's not going to. That's how it works. Luckily you don't work under him so this rule does not apply to you.

“I'll be right back. Don't let the water go cold.“

You laughed slightly, removing yourself from his arms, climbing out of the tub and wrapping yourself into a soft towel. You looked back to your boyfriend,who was now alone in the water pouting at you, and let out a small laugh. You made it down to the door safely and opened it while keeping your towel secure to your figure with the other hand. 

On the other side the sight of a man greeted you. He seemed to be as surprised as you were over the meeting. His eyes glided over to the sign on the doorbell, unmistakably checking if he was indeed at the right house. Coming to the conclusion he in fact was he met your eyes again.

“I'm sorry, I don't think we had been introduced before. I am David Rossi, I work with Hotch. Is he here?“

Meeting someone from your boyfriend's work definitely wasn't planned. He had wanted to wait before formally introducing you to the team because he wanted to the treasure the moments with you without everything having to be shared with everyone. You forced your feelings of panic down and answered the kind man as professional as possible.

“I am Y/N Y/L/N. He spoke about you a view times. “

“Nice to hear that because he has never mentioned you at least once.“ Rossi grumbled. Just in the moment when you were about to tell him that talking to Aaron might be difficult, the man in question had apparently felt ignored. There was no other reason for him to cry out from the second story: “Honey, Love are you coming back here?“ 

Rossi raised an eyebrow at that. You had  previously avoided the silent question what exactly your relationship towards Aaron was but now it was exposed. Rossi had rarely heard his colleague speak in such a soft matter nor hear him use not one but two nicknames. If he had thought before that you might be Jack's babysitter or cleaning the house then that illusion was surely destroyed now. He took it upon himself to answer the request and his deep voice that was such a contrast to yours rumbled through the house: “I need to speak to you about some things.“

Realizing there was no way of getting out of this you invited the man in. You were now sitting with him at the kitchen table, both of you nursing a glass of wine. 

“Soo, how long have you been keeping this a secret from everyone?“

“About 6 months.“

Rossi visibly gulped, it was clear that he was close with Aaron, beyond being colleagues at work and he took not knowing about the relationship really personal. You placed a hand on his arm, soothing him: “Don't think too much about it, you probably know how Aaron is, he isn't particular keen on sharing anything. Took me one week to even get his name out of him.“ At that Rossi laughed and soon you were sharing stories about Aaron's individual characteristics. You grew more comfortable in Rossi's presence, maybe meeting his team wouldn't be that bad, they were his family and doesn't  the girlfriend has to meet them at one point? You were going to have to talk with Aaron about that. The man in question was walking down the stairs and joined you. There were still parts of the face mask visible and you took it upon yourself to wipe them away, not aware that Rossi was watching your every move. 

“You got really lucky, Aaron. I hope you know that.“ You blushed under his words and that increased when Aaron replied : “I do.“ 

He slung an across your shoulders, pulling you close. “What was that important to come here on a work free day?“ Your boyfriend asked.

“Ah, yes. I nearly forgot that upon meeting la belleza over here. I am throwing a little party this evening, spontaneous decision, and I kindly invite you and Y/N of course, too.“

You felt Aaron hesitating next to you. The agreement was to wait before meeting the team so he wasn't sure what to do now. You took matters into your own hands: “We'll be there.“

---

After Rossi had left, Aaron came up behind you, wrapping you in a hug. He whispered into your ear: “Are you sure about that decision? They are gonna be a handful.“

You answered by turning around and kissing him, his soft lips warm against yours. He responded immediately, pressing you against him and deepening the kiss even more. You pulled away and leaned your forehead against his, both of you out of breath. 

“I have never been more sure about anything.“

“That's nice but can you wash off that stuff on your face, please. It tastes horrible.“

You laughed, having completely forgotten that you still had that mask on. But now at least you had one less thing to do to prepare for the party tonight. You weren't nervous. How could you not like the people that shared your love towards Aaron? Sometimes the hardest decisions turn out to be the easiest. 

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[leylinefiction]

Criminal Minds: Skewer *Complete*

One year after the events in "Love and Rage," Spencer Reid and Celia Davis have grown closer and are looking forward to a possible future together. However, a new threat surfaces: Catherine Adams. Celia remembers Catherine from juvenile detention and offers to assist in the take down of the hit woman. However, things get dangerous when the team realizes that Catherine knows far too much about Reid and Celia and starts to use it against them.

Part 1: Love and Rage

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

[hotchley]

“i think, deep down, we’re all capable of unspeakable things”

morehotchcontent day six: rocky relationship (kinda forgotten anniversary/a big fight)

tagged: @ablogofthecriminalmindsvariety

she knew just what marriage meant to aaron. he’d grown up in south virginia, where tradition was everything. where marriage was everything one could ever hope for. she had grown up in brighton, where people really did not give a flying fuck about any of that. it had never meant much to her, but to aaron it meant everything.

his proposal was so much more than a proposal. it was the final sign that he’d moved on from haley. that he truly loved her. and a part of him would always love haley, there was no point in saying he wouldn’t, but this- this was him saying thank you, i love you, i won’t leave, i trust you, i want to see you in the morning and make you my own all at once.

“i can’t marry you,” she whispered.

keep your tissues handy. that’s all i’m saying.

warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, references to george foyet, mentions of minor character death, cheating

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Everyone viewed Aaron Hotchner as cold and emotionless. Someone who was constantly stoic and unattached, who saw the horrors that came with the BAU and didn’t even flinch. But what most of them didn’t realise was that the man they saw at work and in the field wasn’t Aaron. That man was Hotch. He knew how to compartmentalise, how to pretend that he wasn’t falling apart, how to keep the tremble out of his voice when all he wanted to do was fall apart.

Aaron was a different man. Aaron would play pretend with his son for hours on end, just to keep him happy and make him smile. He woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily as his body shook and tears streamed down his face as the monsters of his day haunted his night. He would dance with Penelope because he could never say to her.

He was a helpless romantic.

Eleanor- Ellie to her friends, and SSA Birch to local police departments- knew this first-hand.

She had first met Aaron Hotchner during the liaison programme with Kate Joyner. Kate had been unimpressed by everyone there, because the last time she’d done it, they’d all acted like they knew so much better than her. Eleanor had met Aaron first, and immediately wondered where everyone like him had been when Kate first did it.

Because Aaron was lovely. He held doors open, he listened, he smiled at everyone, and he phoned his girlfriend- not his wife, even though they’d been dating since high school and he was now twenty-eight- during every single break they had, regardless of the time difference.

Then she’d fucked up and kissed him. They had both been drunk. A case had gone shit, and she needed something good. But then he called her Haley. And she’d immediately sobered up. He had looked at her with such shame that she almost cried. For some reason, she knew his passcode. The moment he ran to the bathroom to throw up the alcohol, she unlocked it. Phoned Haley. Said that her boyfriend was going to blame himself for what had happened but it wasn’t him it was her.

And Haley… had been lovely. She’d said that she knew Aaron loved her. And that Eleanor seemed like a lovely person but she understood that need for comfort. Eleanor had wondered how people were still so good. She didn’t tell Aaron about the phone call. He left the next day. The programme was finished. She thought that would be the end of it.

Then she transferred over to the BAU. She hadn’t known he was Unit Chief. David Rossi did her interview. It was incredibly awkward at first. She wasn’t used to hiding from her teammates but Aaron had panicked when he first saw her and started pretending he’d never seen her. Her only option was to play along. Haley had just left him at this point.

Kate Joyner obviously recognised her. That was a conversation she never wanted to have again. She thought she’d jeopardised both her place on the team and her dynamic. Then Kate died, Hotch lost his hearing temporarily and she was the only person that Reid would let touch him after the fiasco with Benjamin Cyrus.

She liked Spencer. He was almost like the son she never had.

It was Eleanor that had stayed behind with Aaron after Haley’s funeral and dealt with the phone calls. She told herself it was because she was trying to be a good person and repent for what she had done. Truthfully it was because she knew he was going to fall. And she didn’t want the burden of catching him to fall to the others who had already supported him through so much- Adrian Bale, Vincent Perrotta, Haley leaving.

They’d been getting to a good place. Not quite dating, but not quite friends. She knew he was watching her; there was a reason she was a profiler. He knew she still loved him, but he was grieving Haley. It wouldn’t be fair to her if he suddenly changed their whole dynamic.

But then he faked Emily’s death and it was like they were right back at square one: she would undermine everything he said because she was angry, and he was there, and it was easy to blame him. Her emotions had always been her greatest strength and her fatal flaw.

And then he’d turned up at her apartment, soaked through from the rain, eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. She’d been too shocked to close the door on him. He’d immediately started rambling about how he couldn’t live the way he was, and how he just needed to know that she trusted him because everything was falling apart and he just needed her.

Not knowing what else to do, she’d kissed him. It had been messy, and wet, and nowhere near as romantic as either of them liked to pretend it had been. But it had been their first actually sober kiss, so it held a special place in her heart. And after that, it was like everything just fell into place.

Which led to the present moment. She knew what day it was. She knew her present to him was still safely tucked away in the bathroom behind her pads and his spare shower gel which he wouldn’t need for another twenty days. She knew he was excited, because for once, he could guarantee that he would be home.

After his surgery, he realised that he couldn’t keep doing what he was doing because sooner or later it was going to kill him. He hadn’t wanted to place the burden of keeping everyone together on Morgan though. So Emily came back. Her and Dave split the paperwork for lead profiler, and Morgan took over as unit chief. It had been difficult for him, those first few months.

But he’d pulled through, and was now living a much more stress free life as a law professor at the local college. It meant he could go to Jack’s school events and be there for him. It let Jessica have more time to herself.

It also meant he planned nice things for days like these. And Ella knew it was unfair to keep him waiting, but she just couldn’t bring herself to get up and go home, choosing instead to focus on the casefile in front of her. The bullpen was quiet: JJ had her own office and had gone home anyways, Reid had gone to see a piano concert thing- she’d tried her best to follow but had just gotten lost- and Anderson was out of town.

So instead of it being lively and loud, it was just her. And her casefile. Which she’d been looking at for the past ten minutes without any of the information going into her head.

With a groan, she slammed it shut and pushed it away.

“Shouldn’t you have gone home by now?” Dave asked, appearing at either the best or worst possible moment depending on your view, just like he always did.

“Probably. But I just- I can’t bring myself to do it,” she confessed.

Dave sighed. “You need to. Aaron will start to worry if you don’t. And we all already told him that there are no cases, so don’t even think of using the paperwork from that as an excuse.”

She sighed. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you still sound like you grew up in Buckingham Palace.” He picked up the case file. “Nothing’s happened here for six months. I’m sure one night won’t hurt. Now go.”

Eleanor packed her stuff up, giving him a small smile as she closed the door behind her. It immediately faded as soon as she’d turned away from him and her stomach started to twist into knots. She didn’t know if the team knew and weren’t saying anything, or if they were actually following the no profiling rule. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know either.

When she unlocked the front door, there was a distinct lack of noise. It made her feel even worse. Hotch had obviously organised for Jack to go and stay with his grandparents because she remembered that Jessica had a date, which would’ve been awkward enough for him, and here she was, two hours late, not because she’d forgotten, but because she hadn’t wanted to go.

“Hi El,” Aaron said as she entered the living room. He was sat on the couch, reading glasses sliding down his nose as he graded papers. “Just let me write this final comment and then I’m yours.”

“Hi,” she replied, feeling uneasy.

Aaron looked up. “You’re supposed to say: I can’t wait that long and then come over and give me a kiss.”

She rolled her eyes but obeyed nonetheless, legs feeling wobbly as she sat on him, smiling when he let out a soft sound of surprise. She tilted his face so she could kiss him and for the moment where their lips met, everything was fine. Then he pulled away, and she just wanted to get away. But his hand was stroking her hip in a comforting gesture and she wasn’t ready to give that up, so instead she ran her hand through his hair.

“What’s this one about?” she asked.

“They’re supposed to be critiquing and suggesting reforms for the law surrounding murder. I gave them a tonne of advice and access to all the relevant articles but some of them still didn’t even try and word it in a way that sounds like their own essay style,” he said, sighing.

Eleanor smiled slightly and set the paper down on the table. “I’m sorry for being late. But I’m here now. So why don’t you show me how all out you went this year?”

Aaron looked into her eyes and she was once again taken aback by how soft and gentle they were. Sometimes it was difficult to remember that he had once beaten a man to death. She tried to remove that thought from her head. It just was not the time.

“You never have to apologise for being late. I used to do your job, remember?”

She nodded. “How could I forget?”

“Do you want to change whilst I reheat dinner?” he asked.

“Sure.”

Their conversations hadn’t sounded that forced since she had first joined the BAU and had been adding sir onto almost all of her statements in an attempt to rile him up.

As she went upstairs to change into something more casual, she also took the time to wipe off her make-up and splash some water on her face. She only intended to take five minutes. But then she started staring at her reflection, trying to see whether or not her actions were as obvious as she thought they were. But then she became aware of the clock ticking- Aaron hated digital clocks because of the flashing numbers- and realised how long she’d been stood there for.

“I was beginning to worry,” Aaron said. A normal comment. But an invitation to tell him what was wrong.

She shrugged. “It’s our anniversary. And although I technically didn’t forget, I was late and I wanted to make that up to you, which meant going through the wardrobe and finding this dress.”

“The fact that you still say wardrobe will never fail to make me laugh,” Aaron said.

He’d made chicken and mushroom pie. Her favourite. She wanted to be sick. It was just a few hours. She could get through a few hours. Aaron was a half-decent person. He listened when people said no. Then she could go to sleep, and everything would go back to normal. Nobody would know but it wouldn’t hang over her head the same way it was when he was sat opposite her, staring with such adoration.

They ate in relative silence. She didn’t want to explain why she was late. She wanted to let him believe that it was purely because time had gotten away from her and that the meeting she’d had with Cruz about the last case had run over. She didn’t want to explain that she’d deliberately walked slowly so she would miss the train. She couldn’t.

“Your present is something old this year. I hope that’s okay,” Aaron said when they had both finished eating. There was a glint in his eye. One he only got when he was about to do something very romantic.

Eleanor frowned. Something old. Where had she heard that?

He got down on one knee.

She gasped.

“My Ella. You continue to love me day after day and for what reason, I don’t know. We didn’t pass on the best terms. But then you came back into my life when I didn’t even realise I needed you, in this massive explosion of passion and love and hope. You were there for me when I didn’t think I’d be able to survive. And you never once doubted me. I know that I’m far from perfect, and there are times where I get angry instead of being understand. And I know that I’ve upset you, but you helped me realise that as a couple, we don’t have to be perfect. We just have to try. I love you. I love you so much that I can’t even begin to put it into words. So I’ll put it into a question. Eleanor Birch, will you marry me?”

She knew just what marriage meant to Aaron. He’d grown up in South Virginia, where tradition was everything. Where marriage was everything one could ever hope for. She had grown up in Brighton, where people really did not give a flying fuck about any of that. It had never meant much to her, but to Aaron it meant everything.

His proposal was so much more than a proposal. It was the final sign that he’d moved on from Haley. That he truly loved her. And a part of him would always love Haley, there was no point in saying he wouldn’t, but this- this was him saying thank you, I love you, I won’t leave, I trust you, I want to see you in the morning and make you my own all at once.

“I can’t marry you,” she whispered.

The box fell from his hands. He moved back into his chair, hands folded neatly in his lap.

“Okay,” he said.

That shocked her back into awareness. “I- what? You just proposed, I said no and all you have to say is okay?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say. I don’t know what I want to say. I want to say that Jack won’t have a problem- in fact, he has and always will be my first priority so I wouldn’t have done this without his permission- but you already know that don’t you?”

She nodded. “I do.”

They both cringed at her choice of words.

“If it’s about changing your surname, I may have grown up with traditional views, but you don’t have to do that. Not if you don’t want to. We can combine them. We could be the Hotchner-Birch’s. Or you could just keep your own. I don’t really mind.”

“It’s not that either.”

“Jack isn’t expecting you to be his mother either. He’ll probably still call you El, just like I do.”

“It isn’t Jack.”

“That was my mother’s engagement ring. She gave it to me when I told her I wanted to propose to Haley. She said that hopefully it would bring me better luck than it had bought her. At the time, I hated the damn thing because it had come from my father. So I didn’t give it to Haley. Now I’m older I understand why she gave it to me. So the girl I married would always be able to have a piece of the woman that made me who I am. But if that weirds you out, we can go look for another one.”

“Would you stop being so good and kind for one fucking minute?” Ella snapped, unable to take anymore.

Aaron flinched, even after all the years that had passed. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Ella ran a hand through her hair. “God, no. Please don’t be sorry. This isn’t your fault. None of this is your fault. It’s just- I can’t. I can’t marry you and it’s nothing you have done. It’s got nothing to do with Jack either. I love that kid. And I’m so proud of how far he’s come. But I just- I can’t.”

“You’ve told me that. Multiple times now. Just tell me why. Tell me what happened and we can work through it. Because I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And if anything happens to me, I want custody of Jack to go to you. Not the state.”

Aaron had never told her that before. They’d spoken at great lengths about children and both agreed that they didn’t want anymore. Jack was enough for both of them. And they’d talked about what would happen if for some reason, Ella had to care for Jack for extended amounts of time. But never like this.

He dropped his gaze when he saw the look on her face. “I’m sorry. You just said you don’t want to marry me, and here I am, dropping bombshells like that on you because that awful part of me wants you to feel guilty. Look, whatever you did, what happened, tell me. We can get through it.”

She hoped that he could abandon his morals long enough for her to not have to say the words. “Aaron, look at me. Please. Please, I need you to look at me.”

Tears were already forming in her eyes when he finally managed to meet her gaze.

“No,” he whispered.

He had seen that look twice in his life. Once when his mother turned to his father and asked why a young lady had phoned asking to speak to her husband. Once when Haley’s mobile had rung and she hadn’t been able to provide the reason behind the call. He knew what that look meant. He knew, and he wished he didn’t because he wasn’t sure he could handle it all over again.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I am so, so sorry and if I could take it back, I would but I can’t and all I can do is apologise and say that I regret it and I had never felt worse than in that moment.”

“Who was it? Was it someone I know?”

“God no. They would never.”

“Did they look like me?”

“Why are you asking me that?”

“Because I need to know. I need to know who this man was. I need to know why you were so willing to throw our entire relationship away for one night of pleasure. Or was it more? Has this been going on for a while? Am I just a joke to you? Is that what it is?”

“No! And it was a one-time thing, I swear. It only happened once. And if you really must know, yes. He looked like you. Are you happy now? I don’t want to have to relive that night because it was one of the worst nights of my life.”

“Of your life? I was going to marry you Eleanor. When- when even was this? And why?”

Eleanor’s emotions always got the better of her. “You want to know when? It was that case. That case where all the boys turning up dead and mutilated looked exactly like Jack. Like our son. And then the unsub got away. And I phoned you. I phoned you at least five times that night, but not once did you pick up, because you were at a faculty dinner, even though you promised me that you would always be there, no matter where you were. I needed to hear your voice telling me everything would be all right. I needed you, and you weren’t there.”

Aaron gripped the table tightly, all the colour in his face immediately vanishing. He remembered that night. He too regretted it. When he saw Eleanor’s first phone call, he’d started to excuse himself to answer it, knowing there could only be a few reasons for it. But then one of his colleagues had made a snide comment- one he couldn’t even remember now- and he’d put his phone on silent before tucking it away.

When Dave told him about the case because Eleanor couldn’t, he’d felt like the biggest piece of shit to ever exist. He still did. How had he fucked up so badly that Eleanor had slept with someone else?

No. That wasn’t on him. He’d screwed up, but she, and she alone, was responsible for her actions. It had been her decision to sleep with someone, not his.

“So you slept with someone else? Why not go to one of the team and tell them instead? Why did you have to sleep with someone?”

“I don’t know! I can’t explain what I did and I can’t justify it but I- you were the one that said we could move past this. You were the one that said, whatever I had done, we could work out together because you loved me. I still love you. I never stopped, not even when you went back to Haley all those years ago. We could make it work.”

Aaron laughed, but there was no humour. “No. No we can’t. Because that case was a month ago. You had a month to tell me, and you’re only telling me now because I asked you to marry me. What was your plan? Just not say anything till either I worked it out myself or you stopped feeling guilty?”

Eleanor didn’t have a response.

Aaron ran his hands through his hair, tugging it. Ella wanted to pry his hands away from it so he didn’t pull it out but that wasn’t her job anymore. It never would be again.

“I feel like such an idiot. You know, when you first kissed me, my first thought was: don’t do this. Because the first time you kissed me, you knew I had a girlfriend. And I was just as responsible because I didn’t pull away immediately, I know. But you kissed me. And in the back of my mind, I knew that there was every chance you would do the same again. I just never thought you actually would because I thought you’d grown up. I guess you haven’t.”

That was the problem with profilers, Eleanor thought to herself. They always knew exactly where to strike in order to cause the most pain. She just never thought Aaron would be the one doing it to her.

“I’m sorry,” she said, because what else could she say?

Aaron shook his head. “I don’t want to hear you say that anymore. You can- I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom until you find an apartment. But once you have, I never want to see you again. I’ll spare Jack the finer details of what happened, but it’ll be his choice whether or not he carries on talking to you. But never refer to him as your son ever again. He isn’t. Not anymore.”

Eleanor did not want his kindness. She wanted Aaron to make her pay. She wanted him to be angry, to hurl insults at her and tell her to get out, that he never wanted to see her again and that she would never be allowed within six feet of his son again.

But Aaron wouldn’t. He was too scared of what would happen if he lost control. He had been since Foyet. And she could mention that. She could mention every fear, every secret, every dream he’d ever shared with her.

She didn’t. She had already hurt him enough.

“I have friends not too far from here. I’ll pack enough for a week and that should be enough time to sort out something more permanent.”

If Aaron heard her, he didn’t say anything.

It only took her ten minutes to pack, which was one of the advantages of living with him. Everything had to be perfectly organised, which meant it was very easy to find things. When she entered the living room, he hadn’t moved. He was still staring at the ground. The ring was on the floor by the dining table, shining despite the darkness of the room.

It was rather ironic, this thing that had led to so much destruction being so beautiful.

“Goodbye Aaron,” Eleanor said, placing her keys on the coffee table.

Only when the door closed behind her for what would probably be the last time did Aaron Hotchner fall to his knees and sob, for the second woman he had loved and lost and for the mother Jack would never get to have.

[ana-swritings-vault]

Find Me (Mature)

Summary: Being a single parent isn't easy. To help him take care of Jack, Aaron hires Paige. But what will he do when the unthinkable happens? Will he ever recover?

[0and0its0doctor0]

Beauty and the beast

David Rossi x Fem! Reader Warnings: Mentions being insecure about weight. Summary: You are feeling very insecure about meeting David's coworkers. He promises you are the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. This was requested by @skievers I am so sorry it took so long. I hope you enjoy it. If not just let me know and I will try to rewrite it! Word count: 484

 “You okay kitten?” A voice called out from the hallway. You looked up as David walked into the bedroom to find you standing in front of the full-length mirror in nothing but your bra and underwear. Your dress was spread out on the loveseat in the corner of the room. You were frowning and the closer that David got he could tell that you had been crying a little bit. “What’s wrong?” he asked, taking your hand lightly in his he brought it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. Your other hand drifted gently across your stomach, and you let out a deep sigh. “I don’t think I should go to the thing with you tonight.” You muttered as you kept your vision on the ground not wanting to look at your reflection in the mirror.

A confused David tilted his head to the side. “Why don’t you want to come?” He questioned and you shrugged your shoulders. “I’ve seen the girls you work with David. They are gorgeous and skinny and smart. I’m a chubby artist. I haven’t accomplished anything in my life. I don’t even know why you like me most of the time. I mean look at me.” You had tears on your cheeks and David frowned. “I am looking at you darling. I am always looking at you.” He kissed your hand again and then started kissing his way up your arm and to your neck where he managed to make you giggle a little because it tickled. He pulled away and held both of your hands in his.

He carefully walked you backwards till you had no option but to fall on your back on the bed. He slid up between your legs and started kissing every freckle, scar, and stretch mark. “You don’t need to look like those girls. I think you are the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen in my life. And as far as accomplishments go you create beautiful art. Not to mention the fact you are the bright light that my dark world needs.” He kissed your stomach one more time before sitting up and pulling you into a sitting position. “Will you please come with me tonight?” He asked and you thought about it for a second but nodded. You changed into the dress you had picked out for the night and stood in front of the mirror again. David came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. “You look perfect. And you better believe when we get back here tonight, I am going to show you just how perfect I think your body is.” He kissed your neck again and you smiled the first real smile you have had in a few days. “Thank you.” You turned around and kissed him before making your way to the event.

[marril96]

The stalker sends the BAU a video of Alison. Emotions run high.

[darling-i-read-it]

Bar Night

Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: heavy insinuations to smut, making out, slight age gap (reader is legal ofc)

Author’s Note: aaron hotchner my beloved. I am on season seven so this is about where it’s set

Summary: You are a new member of the team and everyone can tell that Hotch likes you

Song: Little Bit by Lykke Li

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Aaron Hotchner was an intimidating man. He often guarded his emotions. He didn’t like them so he didn’t want anyone else to see them. He was the master of making sure everything was in control and seeming like he had complete control over the situation. His team could usually tell when he was having a hard time but anyone else couldn’t see through his tough demeanor.

You too. You could see right through him.

You joined the team just after Emily returned. Aaron figured that with Emily on shaky grounds, he needed someone else that didn’t know her that he could rely on. He still wasn’t sure if the team could forgive Emily for what she had done. He was just happy to have you transferred.

You walked into the room with your box of stuff in your hands. Spencer noticed you first. He looked over his desk at Derek.

“Hey, are we supposed to be getting a new Agent?” he asked. Derek followed his gaze and noticed as you walked into Aaron’s office with your things.

“Hotch didn’t say anything about it.” Spencer shrugged and watched you through the windows of Hotch’s office. You were young, probably Spencer’s age, maybe a tad older. You were really pretty, he noted. He hummed a bit to himself and looked down at his paperwork.

You smiled over at Aaron as walked into his office.

“You can put your things down on the chair. We’re still working on getting you a space for yourself,” he said. You nodded and put your things down and then sat down on the chair beside your stuff. “I haven’t told the team you’re coming. I wanted to talk to you personally and make sure you were ready for this job.”

Aaron wished you weren’t pretty. He wished that he didn’t feel an instant attraction to you. This was his job and he was not about to get it mingled with his personal life.

“I’m ready. I was told you personally hand picked me, you must know that I can handle this work.” He nodded and looked down at your file. A few years in some notable divisions. He had picked you because you could handle this.

“I like to talk to my agents directly, to get a gauge of where they’re at.” You nodded.

“I respect your work Agent Hotchner and I admire your whole team. I think I can do this.” He nodded a bit and stood up.

“Let’s introduce you to everyone then.”

He led you downstairs and called a team meeting. Everyone walked to where they were presented new cases. Aaron stood at the front instead of Penelope, you at his side.

“After the recent problems we’ve had, I thought it would be a good idea to bring a fresh brain to the team,” he explained. “This is Agent Y/N Y/L/N. She’ll be joining the team to help with cases from here on out. Y/N this is Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Spencer Reid and Penelope Garcia.” You shook hands with everyone. They gave you kind smiles.

“I look forward to working with you all,” you said trying to hide your nerves. Aaron put his hand on the nape of your back and gestured for you to take a seat. You did so and he sat beside you as Garcia got up to explain the case.

“First off, I wanna say welcome Y/N,” she said happily. You smiled a bit and gave her a nod. She turned her pictures onto the screen.

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You did a couple cases with the team and proved yourself rather useful. The team was tight knit but they welcomed you with open arms. You played chess with them and laughed at their jokes. You had never really been on a team that had that kind of energy before.

You really liked Aaron though. He was helping guide you through all of the important stuff.

“Hey Y/N!” Derek called. You turned around. You were about to leave for the night and get some much deserved rest after a long case. “We’re going out for drinks tonight at the bar. You’re invited if you wanna come. We’re all carpooling,” he said. You raised your eyebrows.

“You guys go out with each other like...after hours?” you asked.

“Damn girl, what kind of teams were you on before us?” You scoffed.

“Ones that were a hair away from killing each other,” you said honestly. You had been on a couple of teams before but none of them lasted long. There were always complications, people left, people died, people were fired.

“So you in?” You looked at your wristwatch and thought about it for a moment.

“I guess it has been a while since I went out,” you admitted. He smiled.

“Cool. Prentiss is doing the car arrangements, text her your address and someone will come get you,” he said. You nodded and waved at him as you turned to leave.

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You didn’t know what to wear. You went with a simple dress that looked like it could be bar attire or a formal event. Your phone rang just as you finished getting ready. You picked it up without checking the caller ID.

“Hello,” you said absentmindedly.

“Y/N?” It was Aaron.

“Sir! Hi,” you said sheepishly. He chuckled a bit.

“I’m waiting outside for you.” Your eyes went wide and you tried to suppress your surprise.

“I’ll be right there.” You hung up the phone. He was your boss. Plus, you knew his wife had died a couple of years ago, who even knows if he still dates. Plus, he was your boss. But still you felt butterflies in your stomach as you walked down the stairs of your apartment and came outside. Those butterflies only got more aggressive when you realized it was just him in the car.

He popped open the door for you. For a moment he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You looked gorgeous. Out of your work clothes, in a dress for casual wear.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh. Or wear something that isn’t a suit. You’re like a whole other person,” you said as you got into the passenger seat. Your voice broke him out of his trance. He laughed again slightly.

“I am a normal person off duty,” he said, starting the car. You scoffed.

“Prove it,” you said. He glanced over at you and gestured to the car.

“I will likely get into some kind of traffic violation on the way to the bar,” he admitted. You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh Aaron Hotchner does have a flaw! Driving. Can’t say I blame you though, driving is difficult.” He smiled a bit and made a sharp turn. You held back the urge to grab onto the car door to brace yourself. “We’ve survived serial killers but your driving is going to kill me.”

“Hey, you asked me to prove it.”

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Everyone else was at the bar while you and Aaron were driving there. JJ had already gotten three shots into Emily, despite her saying she wouldn’t drink at all that night. Penelope was close to discovering karaoke and Derek was close to having to run to the bathroom to avoid a duet. David had a glass in his hand and Spencer had a book in his bag. They sat together around a table.

“Where’s Hotch and Y/L/N? There was room for them in the two cars we took,” he said. Emily smiled a bit to herself.

“Emily you didn’t,” Penelope said quietly.

“What? What did she do?” Spencer asked. Emily shrugged.

“I played Cupid. No one told me I couldn’t.” Derek scoffed and leaned back in his chair. Spencer was still confused.

“What?”

“You know Spence for a genius you think you would have caught on,” Emily said. “Y/N is head over heels for Hotch. Hotch is head over heels for Y/N.” Spencer thought about it for a minute.

“That does make sense. I’ve been meaning to bring up that Hotch seems to be more preoccupied with protecting her, rather than doing his job. I thought it was because she was new.” Penelope nodded.

“She comes in early to bring him his coffee while I set up the case. She’s made him smile more than all of us combined. Ah love,” she said.

“Hotch has feelings?” JJ asked, laughing a bit. Everyone else chuckled.

“But they can’t actually date. He’s her superior. It would get in the way of the job and violate the rules of our work,” Spencer told everyone. David put his hand on Spencer’s back.

“Reid, when was the last time you saw Hotch like anybody?” he asked. Spencer thought about it for a second. Then another second. “Exactly. Are you gonna be the one to tell on them?”

“No, I suppose not,” he said, surprising himself.

“What are we talking about?” You walked up to the table, followed closely by Aaron.

“You clean up nice Y/L/N!” Derek said. You gave him a small twirl before sitting down at the empty chair they had reserved for you. Aaron sat beside you.

“You too Morgan. All of you look great.”

“How was the drive here?” Emily asked. Everyone else tried to hide their small bit of laughter.

“It would've been good, if Aaron knew how to drive.” He put his hands up in defense. The rest of the team tried to hide their faces at the two of you.

“I never told her I was good at everything.” You and him shared a look before breaking your eyes away from each other.

“Do they have karaoke? Oh they do!” Penelope called, standing quickly. She grabbed Derek’s arm and started to drag him away. Everyone started clapping for them as they walked up.

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You all stayed longer than you intended to. By midnight the bar was in full swing. There were people on the dance floor, people singing karaoke, everyone drinking. Half of the team was on the dance floor or getting more drinks. The only people at the table were you, Spencer and Aaron.

“I’m going to head to the bathroom,” Aaron said. You nodded and then he was gone, winding through the crowd to the bathroom. That left you and Spencer. You liked Spencer. He was nice and smart and funny without meaning to be.

“Why aren’t you drinking?” you asked Spencer.

“Do you like him?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Huh?”

“Do you like Hotch? Like....like him?” You felt yourself get flustered.

“No, of course not. He’s my boss.” Spencer was silent for a second as he thought about your words.

“He likes you too.”

“What?” You tried to hide your surprise.

“You don’t know Hotch without you. Usually he’s more reserved. He laughed less. He smiles less. He doesn’t let anyone else get him coffee. He doesn’t protect anyone but himself, not because he’s selfish but because he feels they can handle themself.” Spencer scoffed a bit in surprise at his own words. “He likes you,” he said, this time more confident in his words. You looked down at your drink.

“But-”

Aaron appeared behind you and sat down in his seat. He had his phone out.

“I’m going to have to leave soon. I told the babysitter I’d be back by one,” he said. You nodded.

“I’ll have to turn in too. Is it alright if I just go back with you?” you asked. He nodded.

“Of course. I won’t have anything more to drink so I can sober up to drive,” he said. He had only had one small drink anyway. You nodded and looked over at the dance floor. Derek was dancing with a woman you didn’t know. Emily and JJ were laughing at each other, dancing around one another. You stood up. Spencer and Aaron watched you. You held your hand out to Aaron. He looked down at it.

“Let’s dance.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“I’m alright.” You grabbed his hand and started to drag him away. He stood his ground. “What about Spencer?”

“I’m alright,” Spencer said smiling. “I prefer watching you all humiliate yourselves,” he told you. You laughed a bit and planted your feet, grabbing his hand with both of yours. He stood up and you smiled, dragging him to the floor.

There were a lot of people dancing. You would have gotten lost in the sea of bodies had you not had Aaron. He clearly hadn’t danced a lot. The music seemed louder on the dance floor. It got to your head, shaking the ground. You grabbed both of his hands and smiled at him, laughing. He shook his head, clearly not comfortable.

“Come on!” you yelled over the music. You swayed his hands a bit and he shook his head, stifling a laugh. You moved your body side to side with the beat and he did it too. “There you go!” You put his hands on your sides and kept moving. He surely didn’t get too into the music but you did. You had your arms around his neck as you swayed to the sound, feeling the sounds in your bones. He watched you intently, feeling laughter bubble up that he couldn’t suppress.

It was like time had slowed. You were laughing and he was laughing and before he could even think, he kissed you. It was quick but perfect. You pulled away after a short second and the surprise settled into both of you. His eyes went wide with alarm and his face fell. Yours did the exact opposite. You looked like you had just touched the heavens.

“What?” you asked.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you away off the dance floor. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He took you outside into the cold night.

“I’m your superior. This is inappropriate.” You scoffed a bit and got in his face, your chest almost touching his.

“Is it?” Your eyes locked.

“I can’t work with you if I’m worried about you.”

“Aren’t you worried about everyone on this team? You’re all so close. When Emily ‘died’ was that not you all being worried about her? Scared for her? We’re human, we have emotions even if the FBI says we can’t,” you told him.

He kissed you harshly. You stumbled back but he caught you, hand on your back. You pulled away after a moment, stumbling away from him.

You had seen Aaron’s intense face on cases a bunch of times. This was different though. This was softer. You kissed him again, bodies molding together. He wanted to stop but he couldn’t. His common sense told him to stop but it was what he wanted. For the moment it was all he wanted.

You pulled away after a much longer time than you had before and held his cheek in your hands. You stepped back.

“We’ll have to act like we aren’t like this when we’re working. We can’t let the team know,” he said. You smiled brightly and nodded.

“Of course. Of course.”

“I really have to relieve the babysitter though.” You laughed and nodded.

“Alright, I’ll tell the team we’re leaving.”

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The next morning everyone else came in earlier than Aaron usually did. They waited at their seats, passing around donut boxes as they waited.

“You saw them dance right?” Penelope whispered. She was sitting on Derek's desk, looking over at everyone.

“Uh, yeah,” Emily said laughing. “I didn’t know Hotch had that much sexual tension in him.”

“You can say that again,” Derek said. The door opened and laughter came through the room.

“I told you I had cash to pay the babysitter extra,” you were saying as you walked in. You held a coffee in your hand as you rounded the corner and then stopped in your tracks. Hotch nearly ran into you.

“Hello there,” Spencer said, leaning back in his seat.

“How was your night?” JJ asked. Hotch’s work face was back and he gestured to everyone.

“I’m glad you’re all here early, I have more paperwork for each of you,” Hotch said.

“Come on Hotch, give us the details man,” Derek said. You rolled your eyes and hit him over the head as you passed him.

“Looks like we’re going to have to get curtains for Hotch’s office,” Emily commented. Hotch rolled his eyes as he walked up to his office. You put your bag and coffee down on your desk. Everyone was looking at you. “So? Is he as rigid as he is out here?” Emily asked. You gave her a look and picked up your paperwork.

You started to walk up the stairs to Hotch’s office.

“No,” you said with a smile as you walked up the stairs. Everyone laughed and ooo’d as you opened the door.

[thatonestraycat]

overview

I figured just a materlist is not enough so yeah...

- please do nawt ask my age or other things of the sort this blog inst really a place i think ill make any very close friends (though i do think ill make some good ones)

- just know im black and asian so there is no confusion with the jokes i may make

- im funny :)

now who i write for since i THINK this blog will be a request type one (a reason i dont think ill make close friends is because im as active as a dead body in a casket)

Things I won’t write for : minor x slasher (in a sexual way ofc) , anything involving bodily liquids such as sh!t and p!ss (spit and blood are ok), and degradation

horror -------- jason voorhees

michael myers

freddy krueger

lubdan

carrie white

lester sinclair

vincent sinclair

bo sinclair

rusty nail

Stu macher

Billy loomis

Asa Emory

criminal minds ------------------ penelope garcia

spencer reid

luke alvez

david rossi

jennifer jareau

emily prentiss

aaron hotchner

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Other :

T swift master list

C mind masterlist

Roommate agreement

Inferno

[myinconnelly1]

5 Men and a Baby Pt 1

Masterlist

Square Filled: Cross-over Rating : teen (for now) A/N: This is a Supernatural, Psych, and Criminal Minds crossover, so hold on to the reigns as it gets crazy Warnings: none for now. Summary: A case in Santa Barbara gets some special attention from several highly trained investigators as it rolls into the ER on a gurney. Word Count: 461 Created for @anyfandomgoesbingo

“You should just call him, Gia,”  Juliet said as she hugged her friend.  “It might be awkward, but it’s best to get it over with.”

“Jules!  What are you doing here?”  Shawn asked as he and Gus walked near the nurse’s station at the hospital.

“Uh, I’m seeing my friend, Gia.  What are you two doing here?”  Juliet asked as she looked at Shawn.

“And what are you doing here Gia?”  Shawn asked.

“I work here,”  Gia said looking at him curiously.  “I thought the scrubs gave it away.”

“I often wear scrubs to places I don’t work,”  Shawn said in mock seriousness.

“No you don’t, Shawn,”  Gus said waving at the two women.  “Shawn’s dad had an Appendectomy.  We’re here visiting.”

“Oh that’s nice, Gus, but this isn’t the right building,”  Gia smiled sweetly.

“See, I told you,”  Gus said crossing his arms and turning his back on his friend.

“Well there must have been some reason that I felt compelled to come to this building,”  Shawn said as he put his finger to his forehead.

“Cause you can’t read a sign,”  Gus said snarkily over his shoulder.

“I’m sensing there are donuts, or bagels, perhaps somewhere near here,”  Shawn continued ignoring his friend.

“Actually,”  Gia started, but she was interrupted as a group of nurses and doctors ran through the hospital with a man on a gurney.  Gia stepped out in front of several people who obviously didn’t work at the hospital.

“FBI,”  All of them said over the top of each other, pulling out credentials and pushing them in front of her face.

“I don’t care if you’re the grim reaper, you can’t go back into ICU unless a doctor says you can.”  She stood her ground in front of the 4 men, blocking them with a stare.  The oldest man turned and pulled out a cellphone, before walking away.

“Which department are you two with again?”  The young man in the vest asked the other two FBI agents in suits.

“Gus, just cause the feds are here doesn’t mean you can steal the girl's donuts!”  Shawn exclaimed at his friend who had picked up a blueberry crawler from her desk.

“It’s alright, it was making me sick anyway,”  Gia said looking quite pale true to her word.  “Anne, can you hold down the fort for me please,”  She called to one of her coworkers as she and Juliet walked away and to a bathroom.

“Detective Lassiter, I need to… Oh crap, why are you two here?”  Lassie asked Shawn as he got to the nurse’s station as Juliet left.

“You’re too late detective, you missed all the action,”  Shawn gloated.  “Jules’ friend stood up to the FBI.”

“FBI?”  Carlton turned around to see the three FBI agents.

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