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50 shades of Hotchner Aaron Hotchner
The billionaire’s Anchor will be out Feb 14th-25 part two
♡ ︎ Summary , “You get the chance to interview the the billionaire who is the unit chief agent Aaron Hotchner who owns the BAU in end up falling for him but that doesn’t happen till part two/three this is your part of the story , part two will be his story . It’ll all fall in to place .
♡︎ Paring fem!reader ! Aaron Hotchner
♡︎ This is IB the trilogy of 50 shades of gray 
—♡︎—♡︎—Headlines —♡︎—♡︎—♡︎— Reader is a college student small age gape .. Studies english literature —Reader is beautiful intelligent not really upper class not lower class either She has little trauma with an Ex . Also she is an intern with Vogue magazine.
Mr Hotchner is a billionaire unit chief agent that owns the BAU headquarters in this scenario he’s has never been Married This is based off the fifty shades but it’s in a different AU . Was talking with @hoe4hotchner About this one . Your name for the best friend in this fic is Ib :) 🫶🏻💕
♡︎ Content hurt/Comfort/slow burn emotional/angst 
♡︎ Content warning trauma with an ex Drinking is mentioned but not consumed anxiety slow burn
♡︎ Word count 5.9k
♡︎ Author notes I’m hoping I’m not forgetting anything this is the first time I’ve ever written anything long like this let’s just say I had way to much fun with this one still learning to write Hotch an the team please be kind
This is inspired by 50 shades , in my own writing this took some time to write about four days maybe longer .
But I had so much fun
Your thoughts are welcome but please be kind …
The longest fic ever omg …
I did proof read this about four times I like how it sounds if I missed anything in the description please let me know but in a kind way please thank you
Omg guys I loved how this turned out I hope you do too eek .. get it Reid all I can say lol …
♡︎Background outline♡︎
You are a 25-year-old college student pursuing a degree in English Literature at a prestigious university in Quantico, Virginia. Known for your striking beauty, intelligence, and keen observational skills, you’ve earned the quiet admiration of your peers and professors alike.
you’ve grown up with a grounded perspective, valuing hard work and independence.
You are deeply driven, throwing yourself into your studies with unwavering focus. Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays are dedicated to class, where you immerse yourself in analyzing the works of literary giants and crafting essays that showcase your sharp mind.
Wednesdays, however, are different. On this one day each week, you step into an entirely new world as an intern at Vogue magazine.
The hustle and glamour of the fashion industry couldn’t be further from your quiet life on campus, yet you’ve found a way to excel there too.
Whether assisting with features or observing the fast-paced brilliance of the editors, your time at Vogue challenges you in unexpected ways, pushing you outside your comfort zone.
Though shy by nature, you possess a subtle confidence that emerges when you're with your best friend, Rebecca—a free-spirited extrovert who often brings out your more adventurous side.
Coming from a comfortable middle-class background, you have never known the extremes of wealth or poverty. Instead, you’ve grown up with a grounded perspective, valuing hard work and independence.
You are deeply driven, throwing yourself into your studies with unwavering focus.
Your world revolves around literature, where you find solace and inspiration in the pages of classic novels and the complexity of human emotion. Yet, beneath your poised exterior, shadows linger. You’ve been grappling with the suffocating presence of your ex—a toxic figure who refuses to let go.
His threats come in the form of ominous text messages, late-night phone calls, and echoes of the emotional manipulation you endured during your time together. Each interaction leaves a mark, the sting of his words reverberating in your mind long after they’ve stopped. Rebecca is the only person who knows the full extent of what you’ve been through.
She is your anchor, the one who reminds you of your worth when the memories threaten to pull you under. Still, you can’t help but feel that your life has become a balancing act between striving for a brighter future and outrunning the shadows of your past.
This is the moment that changes everything: your decision to pursue an interview with Aaron Hotchner.
Now
Balancing everything had been a challenge lately. You were in school on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays, and on Wednesdays, you interned at Vogue magazine. The internship was exciting, but it only added to your growing nerves—if this interview opportunity ever happened, you wanted to make a good impression.
You had spent the last few days diving into Aaron Hotchner's past interviews—every case, every experience he’d shared online. The man was an enigma, and you couldn’t help but admire his brilliance and the way he carried himself. But now, you were stuck. What if, by some miracle, you got the chance to interview him? You needed questions—good ones.
Sighing, you turned to your best friend, Rebecca, desperate for help.
She glanced at you, rolled her eyes, and grabbed a pen. With a smirk playing on her lips, she scribbled something across the first line of your notebook and slid it back toward you.
“Here’s a question,” she said, feigning nonchalance.
Curious, you leaned forward to read it, and your eyes widened in horror. “Are you gay?”
You nearly choked. “Rebecca!” you hissed, your cheeks flushing instantly. “Seriously? Gay? That’s your idea of help?”
“What?” she replied with exaggerated innocence, twirling the pen between her fingers.
“He’s not married or anything, so it’s a valid question. Besides,” she added with a pointed look, “you need to lighten up a little.”
You glared at her, but she pressed on, her voice softening. “Look, it’s been six months since you and…you know…broke up.
I know he still haunts you with those stupid messages and calls, but you can’t keep living in that shadow.
You need someone who can make you feel again.
It doesn’t have to be Mr. Hotchner, but it should be someone.”
Her words hit a nerve, and you felt your throat tighten. You wanted to argue, to tell her she didn’t understand, but deep down, you knew she wasn’t wrong.
Rebecca’s grin returned as she watched your reaction. “Oh my God, you’re blushing!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with teasing delight. “You totally have a crush on him, don’t you?”
“Do not!” you shot back, the heat in your cheeks betraying your denial.
“Sure,” she said, laughing. “Your face is practically glowing right now.”
Groaning, you buried your face in your hands, already regretting asking her for help. Rebecca’s laughter echoed around you as if to punctuate your misery.
Taking a deep breath, you peeked at her through your fingers. “For the record,” you mumbled, “I already did something. I sent him an email.”
Rebecca froze mid-laugh, her eyebrows shooting up. “You what?”
“I sent him an email,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.
The weight of your own words hit you, making your chest tighten with a mix of nerves and excitement.
Rebecca’s jaw dropped, but instead of teasing, her eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“Well, look at you,” she said, a slow grin spreading across her face. “Guess you’re braver than I thought.” her voice light but impressed. “Miss Literary Genius stepping up her game.”
“I had to,” you said quietly, your eyes drifting to your notebook. “If I want to stand out—for Vogue, for school—it’s not like I had another option.”
Rebecca tilted her head, studying you. “You know,” she said softly, her teasing tone gone, “this could be a good thing.
You’re capable of more than you give yourself credit for.”
You gave her a weak smile, but inside, the nerves churned. It wasn’t just about the interview—it was about the possibility that Aaron Hotchner, the enigmatic, untouchable billionaire, might actually respond.
And if he did, everything could change.
—♡︎—The Email—♡︎
Subject: Request for an Interview for My College Research Paper & an opportunity for my internship at vogue magazine.
Dear Agent Hotchner,
I hope this email finds you well. My name is [Your Name], and I’m currently a college student majoring in English Literature at Liberal Arts University college in Quantico, Virginia. And I’m an inter for vogue magazine and for one of my courses, I’ve been given the opportunity to write a research paper on a topic of my choosing, and I decided to focus on the Behavioral Analysis Unit within the FBI.
Your work as an agent and leader of the BAU is fascinating to me. The way your team delves into the complexities of human behavior and criminal psychology aligns with many themes I’ve been studying in literature—how human motivation and character drive stories and actions.
If you are available, I would be deeply honored to interview you as part of my research. I believe your insights would add incredible depth to my paper and provide a unique perspective that no amount of online research could match. I understand how demanding your role is, and I would be happy to accommodate your schedule to make this as convenient as possible.
I’ve prepared a list of thoughtful questions with the help of my friend Rebecca , and I hope to use this opportunity to learn more about your work and the BAU’s impact on both the field of criminal justice and society as a whole.
Thank you so much for considering my request, Agent Hotchner. I greatly admire your dedication to your work and your contributions to making the world a safer place. I look forward to hearing from you and hope this email reaches you in good spirits.
You can reach me at any time via email at 578-865-2134 [email protected] or on my phone at Please don’t hesitate to contact me if you need any additional information.
Sincerely,
[Your Name]
[578-865-2134]-fake
Days passed, and you found yourself obsessively refreshing your email and checking your phone for missed calls. Nothing. By day four, you started convincing yourself it wasn’t going to happen.
Maybe your email had been too direct? Or maybe too casual? The thought made you cringe every time it crossed your mind.
5:45pm
That Wednesday, you had just gotten back from your internship at Vogue.
The exhaustion from juggling classes, work, and this looming interview weighed heavy on you—until your phone rang.
The number was unfamiliar.
You stared at the screen, the phone vibrating in your hand. Was it spam? A wrong number?—“Your Ex?
Summoning a shred of courage, you swiped to answer. “Hello, this is [Your Name].”
“Good evening, this is Aaron Hotchner.”
Your heart stopped.
Actually, stopped.
For a moment, you couldn’t breathe, let alone speak. The deep, confident voice on the other end sent a jolt through your system.
Your brain barely processed the words before your legs carried you out of your room and down the hall.
“Rebecca!” you hissed, practically kicking her door open. She jumped, startled, as you clutched the phone like it was a lifeline.
“It’s him! What do I say? What do I do?”
Rebecca’s eyes went wide as a grin spread across her face. She motioned wildly for you to calm down. “Breathe! Breathe! And answer him before he thinks you hung up!”
You closed your eyes, forcing yourself to inhale deeply. “I’m sorry, Mr. Hotchner,” you finally managed, your voice shaking only slightly.
“I wasn’t expecting your call—it’s such an honor to hear from you.”
“That’s quite alright,” he replied smoothly, a hint of warmth in his tone. “I read your email, and I’d like to discuss your interview proposal further. Are you available to meet in person sometime this week?”— “Let’s say Friday?
Your heart raced as you clutched your phone. "Friday works great, sir," you replied, trying to sound composed despite the excitement bubbling inside you.
"Great," he said calmly. "I’ll send you the details. Is this number okay to use?"
"Yes, sir," you confirmed quickly, barely able to contain your enthusiasm.
"Good. I’ll send you a message once everything is finalized. Thank you for reaching out."
"Thank you so much, sir, for this opportunity," you managed to say before the call ended.
As the line disconnected, you let out a squeal of joy, practically leaping onto your best friend Rebecca’s bed. “Rebecca! It’s actually happening!
I’m going to interview him—Aaron Hotchner!” you exclaimed, clutching a pillow to your chest.
Before you could process the moment, your phone buzzed in your hand. It was him.
The message read:
Hi, this is Agent Hotchner. Just a quick reminder about our interview on Friday at the BAU office at 9:30 a.m. If you have any trouble finding the office, don’t hesitate to reach out, and I’ll help with directions. See you then.
—Special Agent, Unit Chief Hotchner owner of The BAU
You stared at the screen, your hands trembling slightly. "Rebecca," you whispered, holding up the phone, "He texted me."
The excitement bubbling in your chest made it impossible to stay still. Friday couldn’t come soon enough.
Your heart raced as you exchanged details with him, somehow managing to sound semi-professional despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins.
The second the call ended, you collapsed onto Rebecca’s bed, clutching the phone to your chest.
“I’m meeting him,” you whispered, eyes wide.
Rebecca shrieked, grabbing your arm and shaking it.
“I told you! This is huge! You’re meeting Aaron freakin’ Hotchner. Do you know how many people would kill for this opportunity?!”
You nodded numbly, your excitement quickly giving way to nerves. “Oh God… What have I gotten myself into?”
Rebecca’s eyes lit up with mischief, and she clasped her hands together as if she had just come up with the best idea in the world. “I know what we’re going to do.
“Oh no, don’t even think about saying no—we’re celebrating tonight!”
You barely had a chance to respond before she announced her plan with a decisive grin. “We’re going to a club. Get ready. You deserve this.”
Rebecca’s energy was infectious, and before you knew it, you were standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the sleek black skirt she had practically forced you to wear.
The gold-strapped top you chose shimmered against your skin, catching the light in a way that made you feel... confident.
Pairing it with black tights and small black heels, you had to admit the outfit was perfect—just the right mix of bold and elegant.
As you reached for your earrings, you caught Rebecca’s reflection in the mirror.
Rebecca stood behind you, her arms crossed and her head tilted, studying you with a proud smile.
“This is Instagram photo-worthy. Seriously, you’re glowing. Come on, we need a little photoshoot before the Uber gets here!”
Before you could protest, Rebecca had already grabbed her phone and positioned you against the wall.
The next few minutes were filled with laughter as she directed you like a photographer at a magazine shoot. “Okay, now give me a smirk. Perfect! Tilt your head a little… yes! That’s it! Oh my God, these are so good!”
Rebecca even pulled you into a few selfies, making exaggerated pouty faces while holding the camera high. She burst into laughter, flipping through the pictures. “Look at us! We’re gonna break the internet.”
As the Uber pulled up outside, Rebecca grabbed your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“You look amazing. You’re going to have the best night. Trust me, you deserve this.”
Her words melted some of your lingering nerves, and you found yourself smiling for the first time all evening. Rebecca had always had a way of pushing you out of your comfort zone, reminding you that life was meant to be lived.
“Okay,” you said, letting out a steadying breath as you grabbed your purse. “Let’s do this.”
With Rebecca by your side, you stepped into the night, ready to celebrate in a way you never had before.
As the Uber driver dropped you and Rebecca off a few blocks from your apartment, the thumping bass of the club music filled the air.
The neon lights outside flashed rhythmically, casting vibrant colors onto the sidewalk.
Rebecca practically bounced with excitement as you stepped out of the car.
“Are you ready for this?” she asked, her grin contagious.
You nodded, though your stomach was fluttering with nervous energy. Approaching the bouncer at the door, you handed over your ID. He glanced at it, then stamped both your hands with a glowing ink before motioning you inside.
The moment you stepped into the club, you were hit by a wall of sound—music thumping, people laughing, and the hum of conversation blending into a buzzing, electric atmosphere.
Multicolored lights swirled overhead, casting an ever-changing glow on the packed dance floor.
Rebecca turned to you with a gleam in her eye. “Let’s get a drink first!”
You smiled, letting her lead the way to the bar. As you weaved through the crowd, your gaze wandered around the room.
A group of people near the corner of the bar caught your attention. They were laughing and talking animatedly, the camaraderie between them evident.
You didn’t think much of it until you reached the bar with Rebecca and placed your drink order.
Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a familiar face in that same group.
“No freaking way,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper.
Rebecca turned to you, handing you your drink. “What? What is it?”
You nodded toward the corner, your heart skipping a beat. “Look. Over there.”
Rebecca’s eyes followed your gaze. When they landed on the man you were staring at, her jaw dropped. “No. Freaking. Way.
That’s Mr. Hotchner himself. See? I told you tonight was meant to be fun!”
You buried your face in your hands, groaning. “Oh my God, this cannot be happening.”
“Come on,” Rebecca said with a grin, tugging on your arm. “We’ll deal with that later. Let’s hit the dance floor!
As you were making your way to the dance floor, a tall man accidentally bumped into you.
“Whoa, sorry about that, ladies,” he said, flashing a charming smile.
You smiled politely. “Oh, it’s okay, sir.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Sir? Come on, now. I’m Derek Morgan, but you can just call me Derek.”
You introduced yourself, but before you could finish, you heard someone call your name from across the room. You froze, recognizing the voice immediately.
“Oh, great,” you muttered under your breath.
Derek’s brow furrowed as he glanced toward the source of your discomfort. “Everything okay?”
You let out a sigh. “Not really. That’s my ex.
I haven’t seen him in six months, but he won’t stop harassing me with calls and messages. I’ll be fine, though.” You offered a polite smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Sir.”
“Just Derek,” he reminded you with a smile and nod before heading back to his group.
When Derek rejoined his friends, he leaned in and spoke low enough for only them to hear. “Hey, guys, keep an eye on that guy over there.”
JJ glanced toward your ex, then back at Derek.
“Those girls he’s bothering?
“Emily chimed in , They’re beautiful.”
Derek nodded. “Right, but that guy’s trouble. Stay sharp.”
Aaron Hotchner and Spencer Reid , who had been quietly observing, straightened up. “Got it,” they said, There tone calm but firm.
As you tried to make your way to the dance floor, your ex suddenly appeared in front of you, stepping into your path with a forceful presence.
Without warning, he grabbed your arm.
“Come on, dance with me,” Nate said, his voice laced with a sense of entitlement.
You pulled away sharply, your heart racing. “No, Nate. No.”
Rebecca, sensing the tension, stepped forward. “Leave her alone, Nate.”
He sneered at Rebecca, getting right in her face. “What are you going to do about it?” he challenged.
You stepped in between them, trying to keep the peace. “Stop, Nate.”
“You think you can do better than me?” he spat, yanking your arm toward him with force.
You winced as you tried to pull away again, your voice trembling. “Nate, please…”
Rebecca didn’t hesitate. She stepped right in front of you, blocking Nate from getting any closer. “I said, leave her alone.”
At that moment, you noticed two figures coming up behind Nate—two men in suits.
You didn’t recognize them at first, but the intensity of their approach made you feel a flicker of relief.
Hotch and Reid exchanged a glance, both knowing what needed to be done.
“Let’s move,” Hotch said, his voice calm but firm.
Reid nodded. “Right.”
They reached Nate, moving with purpose, and Reid spoke up first, though his voice wavered slightly. “Sir, I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.”
Nate just laughed, clearly dismissive. “Okay, Dr. Please, leave us alone.”
But Hotch didn’t wait. He stepped forward, his gaze locked on Nate, commanding the situation.
“Take your hand off her.” His tone was unwavering, and it made your heart race in a different way—one of safety.
Nate scoffed, sizing Hotch up. “And who are you? Some guy in a suit?”
Hotch didn’t flinch.
“No, I’m with the FBI.” He flashed his badge, and Reid did the same, pulling his badge from his jacket pocket with practiced precision.
Nate’s demeanor faltered. He let go of your arm, his eyes wide with realization. “Whoa, okay. I didn’t want to start any trouble.”
Spencer added, his voice firm but measured. “Leave these ladies alone.”
Nate stepped back, defeated but unwilling to admit his wrongdoing.
As he walked away, Hotch’s eyes never left you, his gaze steady and protective.
Reid glanced over at you with concern. “Are you guys okay?”
You nodded, feeling both shaken and somehow grounded by their intervention.
Spencer, after sharing a brief look with Rebecca, turned to her with a smile. “Would you like to dance?”
Rebecca grinned and nodded eagerly. “I’d love to.”
With that, they made their way to the center of the dance floor, where the soft rhythm of the slow song started to fill the space.
As they began to move together, you found yourself standing next to Hotch, the noise of the crowd fading around you. The moment felt suspended in time.
The song continued to play, and with it, a quiet anticipation seemed to linger between you and Hotch.
The distance between you both felt palpable. As you stood there, your nerves betrayed you.
After a long, almost unspoken pause, Hotch finally broke the silence. “Would you like to dance?” His voice was calm, steady, like everything around you was perfectly still.
You swallowed, trying to steady your breath. Your response came out as a soft, almost hesitant nod. “Yes.”
Without missing a beat, Hotch stepped closer and pulled you gently into his arms. The warmth of his touch was immediate, a powerful presence that settled in the pit of your stomach. There was something so unexpectedly comforting about his strength and the quiet connection between you both.
Neither of you said a word as you moved together, the music guiding you. You could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear as you laid your head against his chest. The world seemed to shrink down to just the two of you. The way he held you, his hand at the small of your back, was both reassuring and electrifying.
In the distance, you could see Rebecca and Spencer, the two of them enjoying their own rhythm on the dance floor. Their laughter mixed with the music, but you couldn’t help but notice the way Rebecca kept glancing over at you and Hotch, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
You stole a quick glance at her, your gaze sharp, silently telling her to stop teasing you. But she didn’t even flinch, her smile only widening as she caught your eye.
Your focus returned to Hotch as you both continued to move together, the slow dance grounding you in a way you hadn’t expected.
As the music filled the space, Hotch finally broke the quiet. His voice was soft but steady, as if he were reading the air around you. “I bet you weren’t expecting this tonight.”
You glanced up at him, your breath catching slightly. The warmth of his gaze sent a ripple of heat through you. “No,” you admitted with a quiet laugh, “not really. I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”
Hotch let out a low chuckle, the sound somehow calming yet undeniably magnetic. “I meant me saving you from disaster, of course.”
The words hung in the air for a moment, and you couldn’t help but smile a little, even as the conversation turned more serious. Before you could speak, your mind drifted back to Friday—your interview with him. The nerves you had then felt so distant now.
You hesitated, unsure of how to word the question that had been on your mind. "When did you realize it was me?"
Hotch’s gaze never wavered from you as he answered. “When Derek pointed you both out to me.”
The admission caught you off guard, but you masked your surprise quickly. “You did a background check on me?” you asked, your voice laced with both curiosity and a hint of disbelief.
He nodded, but there was no malice in his expression. “I mean, I had my tech, Garcia, do it. Your photo was attached to your file.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking your head at the unexpectedness of it all. “Oh,” you said, a little breathless. “I see. It’s... very impressive.”
Hotch smirked slightly, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Well, I like to know who I’m dealing with.” His tone softened, and his hand instinctively adjusted the way he held you, his touch warm and grounding.
You tried not to let the thought linger for too long, but the subtle tension in the air between you two was undeniable. Every shift of his hand, every look shared between you both, seemed to make the room shrink.
As the slow dance continued, you found yourself drawn further into his presence. You weren’t sure whether it was the proximity or the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear, but everything felt different now. The connection between you wasn’t just physical—it was something more, something deeper.
From the corner of your eye, you could see Rebecca still dancing with Spencer, her gaze flicking between you and Hotch, her knowing smile more evident than ever. You couldn’t suppress the small glare you sent her way. But even that felt secondary to the unspoken pull between you and Hotch.
The night was unfolding in ways you never expected, but somehow, it felt like everything was falling into place, one slow dance at a time.
As the night came to a close, you and Rebecca had the chance to meet the rest of the team. Garcia was just as vibrant and lively as you’d imagined, her bright smile infectious. JJ’s warm energy was comforting, and Emily had an air of quiet confidence. Rossi, ever the seasoned professional, gave you a kind nod. Derek was smiling, still a bit playful, as you turned to him, grateful for everything he’d done tonight.
You offered Derek a hug, your voice soft but sincere. “Thank you for looking out for me... and for Rebecca.”
He smiled warmly, pulling you into a brief but genuine embrace. “Anytime. Stay safe, alright?”
Rebecca, meanwhile, was chatting away with Reid, exchanging numbers with him as they laughed. You couldn’t help but glance at Hotch.
Every time you looked, his gaze was already on you, steady and unwavering, like he was silently taking you in from across the room.
Rebecca, clearly sensing your distraction, turned to you with a mischievous grin. “You okay over there?”
You offered her a quick smile, trying to shake off the feeling that had settled in your chest. “Yeah, just... taking it all in.”
Hotch’s voice cut through the moment. “Would you both like a ride home?” His tone was calm, yet there was something in it—something that made you feel both comforted and a little on edge.
Rebecca immediately agreed, her smile widening. “Yes, please. I’m not about to try finding a cab tonight.”
You nodded, not sure what to say. But you knew you couldn’t say no.
Reid, ever the gentleman, insisted on riding with you all, clearly wanting more time with Rebecca. You could see the small smile on his face.
As you all stepped outside into the chilly night air, the cold hit your skin, but it didn’t seem to matter.
Hotch moved toward you, opening the door of the black SUV. You felt a flicker of warmth at the gesture, even though the night was crisp.
Reid did the same for Rebecca, and for the first time all night, she was quiet.
You glanced over at her, wondering if she was feeling the same undercurrent of tension that you were.
Without a word, she reached for your hand, her touch grounding.
You didn’t have to say anything—it felt like there was an understanding between you two, unspoken but clear.
Once everyone was settled inside, you spoke up, your voice breaking the silence.
“We’re just a few blocks from here. Just take a couple left turns, and I’ll tell you when to stop.”
Hotch gave a short nod, his gaze meeting yours for a brief moment. “Got it,” he replied, his voice steady.
The engine hummed to life as the SUV pulled away from the curb, the soft sound of the tires on the road blending with the quiet stillness of the night. But the tension, the pull between you and Hotch, was still there—lingering
As you arrived at your and Rebecca’s apartment, Reid turned to you with a kind smile. “It was nice to meet you,” he said sincerely.
“You as well,” you replied softly, your voice tinged with shyness.
Reid stepped out of the SUV and circled around to open the door on Rebecca’s side. As she got out, she turned to you, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Be good to her, Hotchner,” she said firmly, her voice filled with protective warmth.
Hotch met her gaze in the rearview mirror and gave a small nod, a silent acknowledgment of her words. Then, his attention shifted to you, his dark eyes calm yet piercing.
You tried to focus, but your thoughts were spinning. One question had been circling in your mind ever since Rebecca had scribbled it in your notebook. It felt too big to ignore.
You looked up at Hotch, hesitating for a moment. “Can I ask you an off-the-record question?” you finally managed, your voice tentative as you wrestled with your nerves.
“Of course,” he replied gently, his tone inviting trust.
Before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out: “Are you… gay?”
Hotch’s brows knitted together in confusion as he processed your question.
Your eyes widened in panic. “I’m sorry—I don’t know what came over me,” you blurted, flustered and immediately regretting your boldness.
Before he could respond, the sound of his phone vibrating cut through the moment. He pulled it out, his expression sharpening as he read the message.
“It’s Reid,” Hotch said, his tone calm but clipped. “He says your ex is waiting for you on the steps.”
Your stomach dropped, a cold wave of fear washing over you. “What?”
Hotch hesitated, reading the message again. What he didn’t say aloud was the rest: He’s got Rebecca. He’s holding her arm.
“Hey,” Hotch said firmly, drawing your attention back to him. “It’ll be okay. We’ve got this, all right?”
You nodded shakily, though your hands trembled. Together, you stepped out of the SUV and made your way toward the apartment.
Your heart dropped when you saw Nate—his hand gripping Rebecca’s arm as Reid tried to intervene.
“Get your hands off her!” you shouted, rushing forward despite the fear gripping you.
Nate turned, his face twisted with anger. “Oh, so you’re with the suit guy now?” he spat, his voice venomous.
“Nate, let her go,” you demanded, your voice stronger this time. “Let her go now.”
Hotch stepped in beside you, his presence commanding. “You need to leave. Now,” he said, his voice low and firm, brooking no argument. “Unless you’d prefer I call my team and have you in handcuffs for harassment. Got it?”
Nate hesitated, glaring at you and then at Hotch. But something in Hotch’s tone—or maybe the promise of a full FBI team arriving—made him think better of it. With a muttered curse, he let go of Rebecca and stormed off.
Hotch stepped closer to you, his arm brushing against yours protectively as he watched Nate leave. “It’s okay,” he said softly, his steady presence grounding you.
You turned back to Rebecca, rushing to her side as tears welled in your eyes. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Rebecca said, her voice breaking as she pulled you into a hug. The two of you clung to each other, the weight of the moment spilling out in shared tears.
“I thought I had him,” Reid said apologetically, looking at Hotch with guilt in his eyes.
“It’s fine,” Hotch reassured him, his tone firm but understanding. “You did everything you could.”
The four of you stood there for a moment, the tension easing as you realized it was finally over—for now. But as Hotch’s hand rested lightly on your back, you couldn’t help but feel safe, like everything might really be okay.
Hotch turned to you as the tension began to fade, his presence still steady and reassuring. “Good night,” he said gently, his dark eyes meeting yours. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.”
You nodded, feeling a warmth in his words that helped ease some of the lingering panic.
“Thank you,” you said softly.
Reid stepped forward, offering Rebecca a comforting hug before giving you both a small smile. “Good night,” he added warmly.
“Good night,” you and Rebecca said in unison, your voices subdued but sincere.
You and Rebecca headed toward the apartment as Hotch and Reid got back into the SUV. The low hum of the engine reached your ears as the vehicle pulled away, disappearing into the night.
Once inside, you both stopped for a moment to catch your breath, the events of the night weighing heavily on you.
“Man, what a night,” Rebecca muttered, breaking the silence.
“Not exactly the kind I was hoping for,” you replied with a soft laugh that didn’t quite reach your eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” Rebecca said, her voice trembling.
You turned to her, shaking your head firmly. “This isn’t your fault, Rebecca. Do you hear me? None of this is your fault. You didn’t know Nate would show up at the club, and you definitely didn’t know he’d be waiting for us here.”
Rebecca let out a shaky breath, her eyes glistening. “I guess none of us expected to meet the FBI tonight either.”
At that, you couldn’t help but giggle, the tension breaking just a little. “Yeah, not exactly a normal Wednesday night.”
Rebecca gasped, her hand flying to her chest in mock offense. “Oh my God, you’re laughing! Who are you, and what have you done with my stressed-out best friend?”
You grinned. “What can I say? I’m full of surprises.” You paused, the weight of the evening still heavy but beginning to lift. “I need a hot shower,” you added, stretching your arms.
Rebecca perked up. “Pizza?”
“Absolutely,” you said with a nod.
“I’ll order it,” she offered, already pulling out her phone
“Great. Extra cheese, please,” you called over your shoulder as you made your way to the bathroom.
The sound of water cascading from the showerhead was a soothing balm, washing away the tension of the evening. You leaned your forehead against the cool tile, letting the steam wrap around you like a comforting embrace. For the first time in hours, you allowed yourself to breathe deeply.
When you stepped out of the shower, the faint aroma of freshly delivered pizza filled the apartment. You grabbed your phone from the counter, smiling at the text message that had come in while you were in the shower.
Hotch: Stay safe. We’re here if you need us. And to answer your off-the-record question… No, I’m not gay. It was nice meeting you tonight. See you Friday for your interview. Also… Reid is absolutely crazy for your friend.
You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you read the message. A warmth bloomed in your chest, the earlier embarrassment of your question melting into something lighter—something you couldn’t quite name yet.
“Pizza’s here!” Rebecca called from the kitchen.
“Perfect timing,” you replied, setting your phone down as you padded into the living room, the smell of pizza making your stomach rumble.
Rebecca handed you a plate, raising her eyebrows when she saw the faint blush on your cheeks. “What’s got you smiling like that?”
“Nothing,” you said quickly, taking a big bite of pizza to avoid further questioning.
But as Rebecca turned back to the TV, you glanced at your phone again, the message still glowing on the screen. You couldn’t stop the small smile from returning.
Maybe tonight wasn’t all bad after all.
The next couple of days flew by in a blur of school assignments, internship tasks, and the lingering emotions from that unforgettable night.
Before you knew it, it was Friday—the day of your interview with Hotch.
You were both nervous and excited, knowing the interview wasn’t just for your school paper but also for Vogue, the magazine where you were interning.
Rebecca had insisted on driving you to the BAU office, claiming it was the least she could do after everything that had happened.
“Why are you so calm?” you asked, staring at her in disbelief as she hummed along to the radio.
“I’m not the one interviewing an FBI Unit Chief,” she replied with a grin. “That’s all you.”
You sighed, glancing down at your nearly blank notebook. Despite your best efforts over the past couple of days, your mind had been an absolute mess.
You’d written a few questions, but none of them felt right.
“I can’t think,” you muttered, running a hand through your hair. “Help me.”
Rebecca gave you a sympathetic look as she pulled up to a stoplight. “Okay, how about this: start with the basics. Ask him what made him want to join the FBI.
Then maybe something about the most rewarding part of his job.”
You nodded, jotting her suggestions down. “That’s good. What else?”
“Hmm… maybe ask him about the hardest case he’s ever worked on or what it’s like to manage a team under so much pressure.”
You scribbled furiously, feeling a small spark of inspiration.
“Also,” Rebecca added with a mischievous grin, “you should totally ask him how he manages to look so intimidating all the time.”
You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Yeah, because that wouldn’t be awkward at all.”
Rebecca shrugged, her grin widening. “Hey, it’s a valid question.”
By the time you arrived at the BAU, you had a decent list of questions, though your nerves were still in overdrive. Rebecca parked and turned to you, her expression softening.
“You’re going to be great,” she said firmly.
You took a deep breath and nodded. “Thanks, Beck.”
When you walked into the BAU office, you couldn’t help but be awed by the energy of the space. Agents moved with purpose, phones rang in the background, and the atmosphere hummed with quiet intensity.
A receptionist greeted you and directed you to a conference room where Hotch was waiting.
As you entered, you spotted him standing by the table, reviewing some papers. He looked up as you approached, his calm and collected demeanor instantly grounding you.
“Good afternoon,” he said with a small, welcoming smile. “You must be here for the interview.”
“Yes,” you replied, extending your hand. “Thank you for taking the time to meet with me, Agent Hotchner.”
“Call me Hotch,” he said, shaking your hand firmly.
You settled into a chair, opening your notebook as you tried to steady your nerves.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his tone professional yet kind.
You nodded, taking a deep breath before diving into your first question.
“What made you want to join the FBI?” you began, your voice steadier than you’d expected.
Hotch leaned back slightly, considering your question. “Originally, I worked as a prosecutor.
But I realized I wanted to be more involved in preventing crime rather than addressing it after the fact. The FBI offered me the chance to make a difference in a more hands-on way.”
You scribbled down his response, already feeling more at ease. “What’s the most rewarding part of your job?”
He paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “Knowing that we’re able to bring closure to victims and their families. It’s not always easy, but when we solve a case, it reminds us why we do what we do.”
“What’s the hardest case you’ve ever worked on?” you asked next, your voice quieter as you sensed the weight of the question.
Hotch’s jaw tightened slightly, and you could see a flicker of something—pain, maybe—flash in his eyes. “Every case involving children is difficult,” he admitted. “Those are the ones that stick with you the most.”
You nodded solemnly, feeling a pang of empathy. “How do you manage the pressure of leading a team in such high-stakes situations?”
Hotch folded his hands on the table, his tone steady. “I trust my team. They’re some of the most capable people I’ve ever worked with. We rely on each other, and that makes all the difference.”
As the interview continued, you couldn’t help but notice how thoughtful and measured Hotch was with each response. Despite his stoic exterior, there was a quiet strength and kindness to him that made you feel completely at ease.
By the time you wrapped up, you had pages of notes and a new level of admiration for him.
“Thank you again for taking the time to do this,” you said as you gathered your things.
“It was my pleasure,” Hotch replied, standing as you prepared to leave. “And remember, if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call.”
As you walked out of the BAU, you couldn’t help but smile. When you glanced at your phone, a new message popped up from Hotch:
Hotch: Stay safe. We’re here if needed. Also, it was nice meeting you again. And Reid wasn’t kidding—he’s definitely interested in your friend.
You laughed softly, tucking your phone back into your bag. As the BAU disappeared behind you, you felt a sense of pride—and maybe something more—that you couldn’t quite put into words yet.
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First Case
Summary: Bonnie is invited to assist on her first case, and got more than what she was expecting.
Characters: Bonnie McBride (OC), Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Jason Gideon
AU: Criminal Minds
Episode: Own
Word count: 4.9K
A/N: I make a lot of stuff up in this so just go with it! I make facts up a lot lol
TW: detail of blood and gore
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“Wheels up in thirty.” Agent Hotchner announced and Bonnie could have hit the roof and landed in Seattle already not having needed to use the jet.
It had been three months this she started her new job as the BAU’s (Agents Hotchners) assistant and she’d been invited to assist on a case. Not as a profiler or an agent, but to help out. Sort things, write down information, and keep up to date. Like a walking talking diary for the team.
Her go bag has been ready since her first day and followed Emily closely towards the jet, it was magnificent. She’d never imagine she’d ever step foot in something like this.
“You like it?” Emily asked knowingly, and Bonnie chuckled.
“It’s amazing.”
“Very comfy too!”
And the two entered and found a seat.
The rest of the team followed shortly and she thought it was a bit cramped for seven people, but it was fine none the less.
“Three killings, all stabbed and had their hair cut off, all dumped around the Livingstone park. Within four weeks. Which means around one killing per week.” Agent Hotchner read from his file, one that each agent had been given by Jennifer and Bonnie began writing in her notepad.
“The hair means something to him. Women love their hair, this dude hates women. So what does he do? Take away their identity and their looks. He’s angry and wants them to feel as low as he does.” Derek waded in, and by instinct Bonnie stroked her own hair. She did love hers. It was unique. Bright orange when the sun shone down on her, and cool ginger when there was no light. She’d hate to have it all cut off or lose it somehow.
“I think he knows the area. That park is two thousand acres, he can cover a lot of ground.” Said Emily.
“Are we sure it’s a guy? I mean, it seems like it could be jealousy. Possibly a woman who doesn’t see herself as pretty or well liked and she attacks attractive women then defiles something that most of us care for and always want to look nice, our hair.” Jennifer commented and Agent Gideon frowned.
“You might be onto something JJ. They leave the bodies face up, no remorse for what they’ve done. It could either me a man suffering from rejection or a woman full of jealousy. We’ll have to take a closer look when we get down there.”
“Did you know that in a recent survey taken in a Las Vegas high school, girls were asked what aspect of themselves they treasure most, and the highest answer was their hair. Not their body or maybe their face, but their hair. I-I think it’s because your hair can really change the way you look. You can change your face with makeup and surgery and your body by exercising and-and eating, but it’s easier to get a haircut or dye it.” Spencer gifted the team with his extensive knowledge.
“So you think whoever’s doing this is to make their victims… ugly?” Agent Gideon questioned, looking down to Spencer who nodded.
“Possibly.”
“Well all the girls do look kinda similar. Dark hair, blue eyes, skinny.” Derek had said before Agent Hotchner spoke.
“When we arrive I want Reid, Morgan, JJ, down at the police station find out anything you can about what’s been done. Gideon, and Prentiss, and I will visit the dump site.” He closed the conversation swiftly, along with his file.
“What will I do?” Bonnie asked eagerly.
Agent Hotchner thought for a moment. “Come with me. But if you feel sick or something you can head back and go to the police station with the others.”
But she swore she wouldn’t. This is what she’s preparing for. Her future. She’d have to get used to gory scenes at some point. And she wanted to prove she was capable of helping the team.
“Yes sir.”
And shortly after, the jet landed and Bonnie dug her nails into the arms of her chair, scared they would crash but had instead rolled smoothly into an airport.
Immediately, agent Hotchner, Gideon, and Emily were on their way to the Livingstone National Park, Bonnie in the backseat next to Emily.
“You ever seen a dead body before.” Emily asked suddenly and Bonnie almost laughed at how absurd that question was.
“Once.” She kept her answer short. Not wanting to give any more information about her past to the team.
It was rough growing up. Her mother and father migrated to America from Scotland when she was twenty two, Bonnie was four. Her red hair a flame and full of wonder. Her parents were convinced about the American dream, but neither of them had ever kept down a job, instead they fell down a hole of drug addiction. At the age of eighteen, her mother had found herself pregnant after a faulty condom broke, then six years later, it was her little girl who found her father laying lifeless in their apartment bathroom. A drug overdose. Since then her and her mother have been eating small plates and sometimes using cold water for showers. The apartment in which they live in now isn’t great. It needs a lot of work but neither of them have money to pay for it. Bonnie was accepted to college for outstanding grades as a young age. Child prodigy as her mother would say and tell her every day how proud she was of her. But lately she hasn’t seen her much, or heard anything similar in a couple of years.
“Who was it?”
“Emily.” Agent Hotchner had a stern look on his face and she gulped.
“Sorry.”
“It’s ok. I’m sure you guys have seen lots. I’m just excited to be helping.”
Agent Gideon smiled a little. “Let’s hope you still feel that way when we’re done.”
They arrived at the park, and were welcomed by one of the rangers.
“Thank you for coming Sir. I’m Sandy Parker, head of the rangers and the park.” A broad woman possibly in her mid thirties with short red hair, a tattoo on her left arm, and a bulbous nose shook Agent Hotchners hand. She had been leaning up against a pick-up truck, the same colour as her hair.
“Thank you for letting us in. I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner, this here is SSA Jason Gideon, SSA Emily Prentiss, and Bonnie.”
And Bonnie. It sounded a little funny. Here’s three intelligent agents, and a kid. We’re here to solve the crime. Just like scooby doo.
“Oh my god am I the dog?” Bonnie thought to herself.
“Right this way. One of my coworkers Andy found her. He hasn’t blinked since.” Her tone was steady, deep, she must be very professional, or has seen something like this before.
As they were led through the forest, Bonnie noted how close the trees were. Not really good for entering. And she wrote it down. There had to be another entrance somewhere. It would be hard to move around in here without making a noise or dropping the body you carried.
Before she even knew it, the agents had stopped walking, and the three of them were staring downwards. So Bonnie did too, and almost vomited.
It was horrible. The girl must have been around her age. Brunette, small, skinny, but perky. That’s the ideal type isn’t it? To be thin but also have a little something going on. She knew that she want to be like that. But was rather flat, as she would put it when looking in the mirror.
The girls hair was chopped right to the scalp, bald patches shining here and there and some cuts on where the shearing had gone too close to the head.
The girls face was grey, totally lifeless. But what the worst part of it was, was that it was hardly a face. It had been mutilated with a blade.
“Fifteen stab wounds. Most to the face, some to the body which is probably what killed her.” Sandy sighed. “Poor girl. You never think something like this could ever happen to you. She was so pretty too… shame.” Sandy said staring right down at the girls bloody corpse.
In her notes, Bonnie wrote down about the overkill. The rage.
But was there hair here? On the ground? Or any blood splatters? If the girl was killed here, the hair that was cut should be here too.
“There’s no hair around here. Or blood.” She said.
“You’re right…” Agent Hotchner mumbled. “He’s not killing them here. He might be holding them.” And he flipped out his phone.
“Garcia, I need you to find missing persons report on brunette young girls, typically attractive, thin, and small.”
“She’s on it. Hopefully we can find out his type. And he might already found his next victim.”
Bonnie gulped hard.
Once there was nothing else to look at, the four began travelling back to the car through branches and twigs.
“That was some good spotting kid.” Agent Gideon made Bonnie jump.
“Oh… thank you sir.” Smiling gratefully.
“I hear your studying criminal justice?”
“Yes sir I am. I’m almost finished. I’ve been skipping a lot of grades and should be finished next year at some point.”
“Oh another genius! So tell me, what are you planning to do once you’re done?”
“FBI training.” She said proudly and Agent Gideon smiled.
“Well you’ve proven you know your stuff well. Keep it up and you’ll be in the BAU in no time. I’ll make sure of it. That’s how Spencer got in! Knew him when he was studying and could see his wits from miles away. Once he was done all he had to do was give me a call.”
If he was hinting at her doing the same thing, she might faint.
She’s always had a passion for justice. She was smart and wanted to use it for good. Help others. Save them. Make something of herself instead of falling into the same path are the one her mother is taking.
“So what have you found?” Agent Hotchner asked Jennifer who began filling him in on missing girl cases and had three pictures up on a clear board which Spencer was scribbling profusely on, while Derek read over the victims files.
“No sexual assault on any of them. I think JJ might be right. It might be a woman.”
Jennifer sighed. “But how is she doing it?”
“Being nice?” Bonnie suggested.
“Gaining their trust.” Said Gideon, taking a seat. “These young girls wouldn’t think twice about a woman or another young girl showing kindness would they? They’re more trustworthy than men.”
“I don’t know about you guys but I wouldn’t just walk away with a strange woman just because she’s nice to me.” Jennifer commented and Bonnie nodded her head agreeing.
Then Emily added, “Trustworthy. People of authority uh… police officers, nurses maybe, someone the public is brought up to know will help them.”
“So how’s she getting rid of the bodies.” Agent Hotchner asked the question they were all thinking.
“A car would be too small I think. Too easy to get evidence on it. So maybe a van, or a truck. Something bigger that would have space to hold someone.” Spencer spoke to the board he was staring at.
“Great. We’re ready to deliver the profile, good work guys.” Agent Hotchner left the room with the team following in his footsteps.
The whole police departement sat before them, looking up at them eagerly wanting just as much they did to catch the person doing this. Sandy from the park had also arrived. She wanted to find who was defiling her beloved park just like everyone else.
Agent Hotchner spoke first. “The person were looking for is female. All victims have been white so we feel safe to assume this unsub is too.”
Then Derek. “She’s someone trustworthy. It could be someone of the law or of some other authority. These girls don’t have to question whether or not they’re safe with the unsub.”
“She’s full of rage. These women are everything that she wants to be. Small, thin, pretty, and she’s taking her own insecurities out on them, shown by the over kill and cutting of hair.” Emily spoke up.
“So we’re looking for a woman who may not be the same age as these victims. She’s old enough to know the Livingstone area well and clever enough to plan out her attacks and kidnappings.” Said Spencer.
“That’s right. These aren’t spree killings or sudden fits of anger. These girls are being kidnapped, held, tortured, then murdered.” Agent Gideon finished, all of the detectives and officers had their mouths gaping. Sandy’s expression was sour and Bonnie couldn’t blame her. The innocence of these young girls were ripped from them cruelly. All because some bitch never learned how to love herself.
“That’s all for now. Thank you.” Agent Hotchner allowed the detectives to go back to work.
At that moment, Sandy had her phone to her ear, and looked wide eyed to Agent Hotchner. “Sir, they’ve found another body.”
“What? Already?” Bonnie followed quickly to keep up with his long strides and they ended up in the jeep, Emily and Derek in the back as Bonnie had accidentally taken the passenger seat. She could tell Derek was a little annoyed at that.
“Another body… they’re picking up the pace man.” Derek said worriedly and Agent Hotchner nodded.
“It’s weird… we were literally just there and the second we leave there’s another body… how?”
“Maybe they were watching us. They knew we were there and waited until we were gone to dump another.” Emily commented from her back seat.
Bonnie hadn’t seen anyone in the trees… maybe they were high up like a bird and she had missed it.
“Over this way!” Sandy yelled having beat them to the scene, this time in a small black car. The truck must be used for park purposes.
The team followed into the scraggly bushes, and went deep into the forest about a ten minute walk until they laid eyes on their latest victim.
Just the same as the last, but a more violent attack had occurred. The girls ear was missing, the other still intact with a dangly sapphire earring. Her face was practically gone. Mush.
“How could…” Bonnie choked and Emily lay a gently hand on her shoulder.
From the rest of her body, she looked young. Nineteen maybe twenty or eighteen. She had her whole life ahead of her and now it was nothing but ashes. They couldn’t even identify her yet…
“ID in her pocket. Drivers licence. Katy Darnwall, seventeen.” One of the officers handed Agent Hotchner the girls card with a glove. She was one of the girls on Spencer’s board.
Seventeen… possibly the youngest of the lot. Probably still in high school not yet completed her exams…
“That’s disgusting…” holding the back of her hand against her mouth, Bonnie took a deep breath while Emily squeezed her grip.
“How long has she been here?” Derek asked the officers.
“Dumped today. She’s still warm. A dog found her. He was off his leash.”
“If you like I can take you to the park station and we can call her parents.” Sandy suggested, looking down at the girl.
“No… we need to have a look around. See how the unsub got this deep in. There’s close trees, there has to be a path easier to get in.” Agent Hotchner shook his head and turned his attention to Emily and Derek.
“Split up and try and find the entrance, you too Bonnie, note down anything suspicious.”
And she obliged immediately. Anything not to look at the blood still pouring out of the young girls face.
On her way she went. Separating from the group with her notepad in hand. Writing as her mind refused to stop thinking for just a second.
“Woman… older… not very pretty, or thin.” She spoke out loud. “Truck or van…” just subconsciously, a face blinked in her mind. Sandy was a bit like that. She wasn’t trying to be mean or insulting but that’s just what the description made her think of. Maybe there’s someone living out here pretending to be a guide and luring these girls into a cabin or shed.
Bonnie had been walking through a dirt path for about ten minutes now, not even realising, and saw at the bottom of a hill was in fact, a shed. It was hard to see. Moss covered the sides and blended the building into the trees and bushes. Just like the rest of the forest, the trees were close together. Anyone walking past wouldn’t have even seen it.
But Bonnie really did love quizzes and challenges. Amazing at spot the difference and games were you had to find hidden objects in pictures that blended into its surroundings. She didn’t know what that game was called but she had named it ‘the chameleon game.’
Immediately she pulled out her phone to dial Agent Hotchners number, but no signal.
“Shit!” She cursed and turned back to the shed that looked pretty old. Shabby but… well kept. There was a garden with flowers. Tulips. And a small lake, almost like a big puddle about twenty feet away.
She couldn’t turn back now, she was afraid she’d forget her steps. So she went forward towards the shed.
Watching her footing, careful not to trip, she began her descent, and noticed there was a path to her left. That must be how this person is getting the victims out easily, instead of treading through all these branches. Another on the right near the puddle lake. Must be how they get in.
“Hey.” Bonnie’s soul almost left her body and she slipped down onto the dirty ground, covering her skirt in dry mud.
Whipping around she saw Sandy and sighed with relief, getting back to her feet. “Hey… did you know this shed was here?” She asked, pointing in the direction.
“Never seen that thing in my life.” The woman shrugged.
But she’s the head of the rangers right? She needs to know all about the park.
“How come?” She asked innocently, as anxiety began to fill her stomach, something wasn’t right.
“Just never saw it. Some of these woods are still undiscovered.”
Well that couldn’t be true. There was a map at the station for visitors so they don’t get lost. Unless this wasn’t on the map.
“Oh right… well…” she didn’t really know what to do now.
“We’ll check it out together alright? I’m here with you. Nothing to be afraid of.” Sandy’s smile had eased her, so she began to walk. Trusting her.
The closer to the shed she got, the louder the alarms were in her head. But she didn’t know what to do about them. Sandy was here, but Bonnie was beginning to doubt whether that was a good thing.
Older woman, not ideally pretty, not thin, trustworthy, authoritative, truck… it all added up and formed into the woman walking right next to her.
And… had she been following her? She was a long way away from the dump site, why hadn’t she let herself be known…
Sandy was a few steps in front of her, and Bonnie caught a glimpse of something shiny. “What’s that?” She had suddenly asked, curious on the little blue gem in Sandy’s hand, twirling between her fingers.
“Just a little something I found.”
Katy Darnwall’s missing earrings.
The look of realisation must have been clear, as Sandy smiled and approached Bonnie slowly, and once reached, took strands of her hair through her stubby fingers, admiring it in her hand.
“Y’know, in all my life I’ve actually never seen someone with ginger hair before. Must be a foreign thing. It’s very pretty. Just like you. You’re thin, small, got nice rosy cheeks.” To which she pinched Bonnies face. A little too hard and Bonnies breathing hitched.
She wanted to cry out of fear. Scream for Agent Hotchner or Emily who wouldn’t even hear her. Someone safe. Someone to save her.
“And gorgeous blue eyes! Y’know how rare it is for ginger people to have blue eyes? Only zero point two percent in the entire world has that.” She looked down at Bonnie with a twisted smile, still playing with her hair in her fingers, with her free hand she stroked her cheek.
“I bet you’ve had a lot of boyfriends huh?”
“N-no… I’ve never dated anyone.” And that was true. She didn’t have the time nor the confidence to do so.
“Oh really? Why’s that? You’re a really beautiful girl. No one would ever want to date someone like me.” Sandy laughed, a little crazed. “But you… I know everyone wants a piece of you, and I hate you!” The hair between Sandy’s fingers was yanked hair and Bonnie fell down, suddenly feeling the weight of a boulder coming down on her face.
Scared and unsure what was happening, she pushed up hard, and rolled down the rest of the hill with Sandy running behind her. Hitting her head on stones or twigs on the earthy ground until she came to a quick stop and jumped, bolting for the shed.
“Get back here you little shit!” Bonnie screamed with fright and tried to door handle which didn’t budge, and dipped out the way before the pocket knife in which Sandy had pulled out collider with the wooden door, piercing it right through.
As she sprinted behind the shed she whipped out her phone and prayed for even just a little signal, but came up blank. But she pressed the call button anyways, letting it ring in her pocket.
There was the path to her left. The one which Sandy must have been using to dispose the bodies. If she followed it, it could lead her back to the team. Back to Agent Hotchner who’d know what to do.
The air was went still. Bonnie stifled sobs from pressing her back against the shed, trying to hear footsteps or dirt crunching to get an idea on where Sandy was now.
But there was nothing. Which was more terrifying actually.
Run for it. You’re quick and she’s a little bigger than you are. She might not catch you.
Bonnie crept to the edge of the shed where she reluctantly peeked her head round the corner to see it open. Wanting to not think about anything anymore, her legs took control and she was running towards the path.
That was when Sandy pounced. She was a hunter. Knew how to catch prey in these woods, and she was pretty quick on her feet.
“HELP!” Bonnie screamed into the woods as hot tears rolled down her face. She didn’t have protection like the others with their guns. She had her bare hands and feet that were shaking all over she didn’t know how much she could run.
“HOTCH!” She screamed again, begging for the one member of the team she longed for. His approval, his praise, everything. He was just amazing. So calm and preserved yet caring and understanding. She felt safe when she worked with him and always felt bubbly when he smiled at her. He was the only person she thought of when running.
Sandy was catching at a frightening speed, like a cheeta chasing an antelope, and Bonnies skirt wasn’t in her favour, restricting the movement of her legs, which she would curse out later for possibly being the reason she had been caught so quickly.
Sandy was on top of her again in a flash, but she kicked with all her might and strength in her body to stop the woman from turning her into her next victim.
“Bonnie!” The sound of a man’s voice slipped through her ears, not really processing it at all as her brain was too busy instructing Bonnie on how to dodge a blade.
One hard kick after bringing her knees up close to her chin had done the trick to loosen the larger woman’s grip on her and she crawled backwards, eyes manic with fear but she had forgotten how to stand.
Though she didn’t have to.
“Stop right there!” It was Derek, standing on higher ground pointing his gun directly at Sandy who had not paid him any attention. Instead she was looking hungrily in the direction of Bonnies small frame. Snarling like an animal fighting for food.
The woman lunged and Bonnie screamed.
Then a gunshot.
Bonnies shut eyes tentatively opened, and was horrified by the bloody scene in front of her.
Sandy had been shot through the chest. One clean shot. Her blood pooled around her body, as well as dripped from Bonnies nose.
“Kid?! Are you alright?” Derek’s voice was muffled. She couldn’t stop staring at the woman.
“She tried… she tried to…” she was ashamed on how her sobs broke loose but was comforted by the strong arms of Derek around her.
Picking her up swiftly with the young girl clinging onto his shoulders, legs weak, she watched as Sandy’s lifeless figure became smaller and smaller until she was gone.
She must have fallen asleep or passed out because when she opened her eyes again, her and Derek had just arrived back at the park station.
The strong man put her down and steadied her with his hand.
“You alright? You’re not hurt or anything?” He questioned frantically, checking her for cuts or bruises.
“I don’t know… my arm is a little sore.” Derek pulled her blazer up and winced.
“Must have got you and you didn’t realise. Will need stitches.” His gaze softened and his hand caressed her cheek, it was much more friendly than Sandy’s.
“Some first case right?” She had tried to joke but choked on a sob afterwards.
There was embarrassment and let down. She wanted to be in this field so badly but had fumbled her first chance.
“Bonnie! Oh my god, thank god you’re safe.” Once the pair walked in, Agent Hotchner sped over and had engulfed her in a hug, which she returned tightly. “You did it. You found her, seriously well done.”
She didn’t understand.
“What do you mean?”
“Your call to me, Garcia tracked it and Derek found you first. Officers are down at the shed and have found two girls. Without you, they wouldn’t have been found.”
Bonnie could have vomited now with the knowledge that she had been right at that shed and had no idea… but how could she? She tried the door and it was locked. She couldn’t get in if she wanted to. She couldn’t kick down door the way Derek could.
“But I failed.” Her lip quivered.
“Failed?” Jennifer scoffed with a smile. “Bonnie you caught her. And those other girls are safe now because of you. I’d call that success.”
“Days in the field are hard. Sometimes it gets rough.” Agent Gideon nodded his head.
“But if Derek hadn’t-“
“No. Enough. You did good. And I’m sorry for sending you out there alone… if I had any idea then…” Agent Hotchner sighed. “We found out probably the same time as you when we realised Sandy had gone. We were looking everywhere and your call helped us find you.”
Bonnie pulled the phone out of her pocket and checked that it had eventually went through.
“Thank you.” She whispered and Agent Hotchner led her outside with the rest of the team, away to get some medical treatment to which Bonnie still couldn’t really feel her arm. She just knew that it hurt. The blood on her coat said otherwise however.”
Fresh stitches, clean clothes, a good rest. The plane back to DC would be a little while and she was very excited to sleep, though she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to commit to it.
She’d never been attacked like that before. It had been a serious eye opener to who the BAU actually deal with. But then there was thrill to do it all over.
“So…caught your first bad guy today huh?” Emily said with a smirk on her face at the other side of the table in the jet.
Bonnie chuckled. “I guess so.”
“I read your notes. You were ahead of us. I couldn’t imagine how scary that must have been though. Figuring it out alone when the person is right there next to you… that must have sucked ass.”
“It did. But it’s over now.”
Emily winked to Bonnie. “Damn right it’s over. If you were of age I’d offer you a drink.”
“Legal age in Scotland is eighteen y’know.”
“Yeah well, I’m not ready to lose my badge yet.” The two of them laughed. Bonnie didn’t drink anyways, she hated it.
“So… would you like to tell me what the first body you ever saw was then?” Emily asked and Bonnie twisted her mouth as she stared around the window at the soft clouds passing by.
“My dad.” She said absently. “Drug overdose. I was six. Me and my mum have been ourselves ever since.”
Emily frowned deeply and stretched her hand over to where Bonnies lay on the table. “Well, if you ever need someone I’m only a phone call away. We all are. Each of us all have some sort of trouble one way or another… you’re part of the team even if you’re an assistant. You’re part of the BAU.”
Bonnie smiled in spite of the void in her chest, sniffed before closing her eyes.
“Thank you… Emily.”
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guys i have covid so im gonna be bored for the next week, do u want cherry flavored with aaron hotchner or aaron leaves you for a case? im rlly new ti writing and i want more ppl to see my stuff bc i really want new mutuals who like cm so please interact and maybe follow me??? i literally follow everyone back and uou will be my best friend but pls lmk!!!
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Darkness in Colorado (2)
Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader, Aaron Hotchner x Fem!OGCharacters
Summary: They’re reeeeally going to hate Colorado after this.
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: canon-typical violence and injuries, profanity, PAIN
A/N: Ok look. I know it’s been a while. Take me to court, I don’t give a flying kerfuffle. I apologize, but I hope this part makes up for it.
All Aaron could think about was how tired he was. Rob Parsons had died a while ago, his blood staining the snow red. Liz was near unconscious from exhaustion and exposure to the cold, and he had a feeling he would follow suit as well. They could only hope that the voicemail sparked a search for them. He stood up on his shaky two feet, moving closer to her.
“What are you doing?” She asked groggily, barely making eye contact with him. He started to move her backwards, propping her up against a tree near them.
“Trying to help you, you stubborn woman.” He replied, plopping down next to her, gathering her closer to him. “You took off your coat. Why?”
“Because, however unfortunate it may seem, everyone deserves a chance to be saved. I took an oath, and I have to stay true to it.” She said quietly, reluctantly letting his little warmth seep into her body. “I may have taken that oath in desperate times to help my brothers overseas, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t take it.” Aaron was silent for a moment, letting the quiet of the forest be the facet for the conversation while he gathered his thoughts.
“You don’t talk about it much.”
“Talk about what?”
“Before you got here. Serving in the Army, being in NCIS.”
“To be honest sir, it never felt like you were interested.” She looked forward, not wanting to face him at that moment. “I do talk about it, just never really around you.”
“I think you can drop the sir, Liz.” Another beat of silence sat between the two of them, creating an awkward atmosphere. “I didn’t know if I could ask, y’know?”
“I’m not as fragile as you think I am, Hotch.”
“I know that now.” What Aaron would give for her to call him by his name. He was getting sick of being called Hotch, especially by a woman he had grown to care about. Even if he didn’t show it the right way. He turned to look at her face, but she was still avoiding looking back at him. Her eyelids were drooping lower and lower.
“Tell me about it.” He said, trying to keep her awake. “Tell me about everything you’re comfortable with.”
“I joined the Army as soon as I could as a combat medic. They needed more doctors and surgeons than medics at the time, so I got taught through experience while overseas, essentially doing medical school online. They certified me through the board as soon as they could, and I got right to work. It was really, really awful things that I had to operate on. I got offered a position higher up, in a special forces unit.”
“Where you trained to be a sniper?”
“Yeah. It was a good time. Or as good of a time as it could be. When I got out, medicine seemed like the natural pipeline that I would take, but an agent from NCIS got hurt and I took care of him. They recognized whatever it was they were looking for in a new agent in me, and I essentially got hijacked from the hospital. Classic Gibbs.” She let out a weak chuckle, and Aaron smiled, leaning his head against hers, face buried in her hair.
“I worked there for a while. And then I decided I needed something new. Loved the psychology bit of the whole criminal justice process, so I started researching different units. And then Gibbs wrote me a recommendation to, um, the FBI. Yeah! The FBI.” Her voice got more strung out, as she was continuously getting confused from exhaustion. “And now–” She left a long pause, her breathing becoming more even. “--I’m here.” Her eyes finally closed, and Aaron rubbed her arms, trying to bring back some feeling into them. Her hands fell to her sides in the snow, and he quickly picked them up and folded them into his jacket, trying to avoid frostbite. They were going to die out here. They were. Liz could have very well been his only hope of tracking out of the forest and now she was essentially on her way to death. He wished it didn’t have to be this way, as he gripped her tighter towards him.
If he did something right in his life, it would be making sure Liz was warm enough to survive for the two of them. He stripped his jacket off, wrapping it around her shoulders and zipping tightly to preserve what warmth she had left. He leaned on her, soaking in what he could before closing his eyes as well.
Whether it had been hours or minutes, Derek finally found them. Emily’s advice had proven right about going to the high ground, and the scene in front of them was horrifying. A dead man in the snow sprawled out, blood seeped into the snow, and the two people that they loved unconscious and blue, clinging to each other against a tree. Derek rushed towards Aaron and Liz as Emily checked the man’s pulse. He shook them, doing his best to shake them awake, but to no avail.
“Prentiss, I need you to call the med team.” He said hurriedly, trying to pry them from the snow that had fallen around them, and get them into a more temperate environment. She called for help through her radio, and ran to help Derek. Aaron’s eyes slowly opened, confusion evident.
“You found us.” He groaned, lolling his head to the side.
“How were we supposed to negotiate our days off if our boss was dead?” Derek joked, gripping his shoulders, pulling him forward and off the tree he was leaning on.
“No no no no no no, you gotta get her first.” Aaron protested, trying to shove Derek off of him.
“Em will get her, don’t worry.” He pulled Aaron up off of the ground, looping his arm around his shoulders, carrying his weight back towards the SUV. Emily moved to carry Liz off the ground, still unconscious, lips blue. They started to hike back towards the parking lot, fighting against the rough winds and the snow still coming down on them. It would be a while before any of them would want to see Colorado again.
By some luck, they make it back, and as Aaron closes his eyes again, ignoring the yelling for him to stay awake, he knows that they’re finally safe.
Liz had trouble opening her eyes hours later against the harsh hospital lights. It felt like there were ten pound weights holding down her eyelids, and even moving her fingers required a great deal of effort, her muscles straining against the movement. The smell of the sterile environment around her was familiar and comforting, and the beeping of her heart monitor was starting to get on her nerves. If she strained her ears well enough, she could make out the whispering of what she could only assume was her team from the hallway. Gossips, they all were, no matter how well meaning they could be.
She finally won her battle with her eyes, slowly fluttering them open, and groaning at the light. Looking down, she could see she was covered with a warming blanket, and could assume that the IV in her hand was hooked up to warm saline. Frostbite and hypothermia procedure. Damn it. She knew it had been a mistake taking off her jacket to try and preserve the unsub’s life, but ending up having her hospital protocol used against her was disheartening to say the least. Looking around, she found that she was alone in the room. Aaron. Where was he? Did they both make it out? She would be okay if she could see him, and know that they were going home far away from the snow for a long time. Where was her team? She didn’t want to be selfish, but she didn’t expect to wake up entirely alone.
A knock sounded at the door and Liz jumped a little, before relaxing at seeing Derek. He came to approach her bedside, dragging over one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs to sit next to her.
“Hey hot stuff.” He said softly, gently gripping her hand. “How are you feeling?”
“I mean, I didn’t get hit by a truck, did I? That’s how I feel.” Derek chuckled.
“No sweetheart, you didn’t.”
“Is Aaron okay?” She almost felt scared to ask, dreading the possibility of bad news.
“Yeah, boss man is fine. He’s been asking about you too.” Liz’s face got a little hotter, and Derek gave her a sly, knowing grin. “A lot. He’s been asking about you a lot.” Liz groaned and turned her head away from him.
“So we both had hypothermia? Maybe some frostbite?” Liz tried to change the topic, and Derek let her. He nodded in response, glancing up at the saline bag behind her, trying to gauge whether he should ask the nurse if she needed more. Her hands were still cold after all of this, and he could only assume that the rest of her was too. “And Rob… he’s dead right?”
“Yeah. He bled out long before we got there.”
“How long was I out?”
“Hours. Five at least.” She was lucky to be alive, and so was Aaron. She was sure that the rest of the team was sitting in his recovery room, especially if he was awake already. With how early he got up every single day, she had no doubt that he would get up earlier than her in this circumstance as well.
Commotion came from the hallway and protesting from familiar voices as the most stubborn man in Liz’s life came into view. Aaron Hotchner, in all his glory, in a hospital gown, bringing his attached IV pole, a blanket around his shoulders, shuffling into her room, trying to fight off Spencer and Emily. Behind them, JJ was giggling at the open back of the hospital gown, and trying to contain her laughter. Aaron came into the room, a weak smile on his face as he beheld Liz, and came to stand at the other side of her bed. Liz peeped a hand out from the blanket to reach out for him, and he took her hand, gently.
“You’re okay?” He said quietly. She nodded, smiling a little.
“And you?” She replied. He nodded in response, his smile getting a little wider. He rubbed the back of her hand in small circles with his thumb, and her entire body relaxed. She was keenly aware of the other people in the room, but all she wanted to focus on was Aaron and the fact they both made it out okay. She shuffled over more to the side, patting the space beside her. He sat down next to her, making to lean back against the bed, and she draped her blankets over his legs as well.
To Derek and Emily, this was very similar to the position that they found them in the forest sitting like. Together. Conserving warmth and comfort.
Liz gingerly settled into Aaron’s side, leaning on him with what little weight she could. His tense demeanor finally subsided, and the ease that the team was hoping he would find, came at last. The team all suddenly found other places more interesting to be than the suddenly stuffy hospital room, murmuring wishes of “Hope you feel better!” and “Glad you’re okay!” but Aaron and Liz were already in their own little world. Their hands intertwined, resting on Aaron’s lap, and she leaned her head on his shoulder tentatively.
“I was so scared.” His voice broke. “You went under, and I knew that we might not make it out.” When his voice broke, a small part of Liz crumbled and she squeezed his hand tighter.
“I figured that if we weren’t getting out of there, I was okay that it was with you. After all the shit that I’ve gone through in my life, I knew that going out with someone who cared just enough was one of my better outcomes.”
“But you shouldn’t have felt that way. Dying in the freezing cold isn’t a ‘better outcome,’ no matter what.”
“Trust me, Aaron, it is.” She lifted her head to look into his eyes, and she smiled a little bit. “I would have rather it been you than anyone else on this team and I mean that.” Aaron’s face finally cracked from its usual permanently concerned expression, into something of comfort.
“I’m glad it was you too.” His eyes darted to her lips, then back to her eyes. Now, as a profiler, or even just a human woman, this didn’t go unnoticed by Liz.
“This might sound really, really stupid.” Liz started, looking at his mouth in turn.
“None of your ideas are stupid.”
“Your previous case reports would say different, but I digress.” He huffed, before leaning in a little closer. “Can I kiss you, Aaron?” He nodded, and their lips met softly, and it felt like Liz’s world was complete. The warmth that came over her as they kissed was indescribable, and wanted to make her peep up on her toes and pop her foot like the Princess Diaries. They broke apart shortly, and a shit-eating grin was on Liz’s face.
“Oh god, what?” Aaron asked, still smiling but leaning his head back against the pillow.
“You don’t hate me.”
“I never did.”
“But you know what this means, right?”
“Do I even want to know?”
“I could tell everyone you’re a god-awful kisser, and it’s my word against yours. I just happen to be voted most-loved at the office.”
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Hes actually so fucking gorgeous
Aaron Hotchner Criminal Minds 8.07
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self insert x canon will always hold a special place in my heart
#i love au’s with everything#but canon just does something to me#joel miller#tommy miller#tlou#the marauders#sirius black#james potter#remus lupin#harry potter#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#bucky barnes#steve rogers#peter parker#logan howlett#moon knight#matt murdock#steven grant#marc spector#jake lockley#miguel o'hara#marvel#poe dameron#spencer reid#aaron hotchner#doctor who#rick grimes#daryl dixon
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To the one who made this man wear green in gray thank you kisses to you
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THE LAST ONE XD
No context is needed ><
#criminal minds#aaron hotchner#criminal minds memes#criminal minds incorrect quotes#i love aaron hotchner
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growing up is realising that spencer reid was always hot
maturing is realising that aaron hotchner was also fine as fuck the whole time
#criminal minds#spencer reid#aaron hotchner#text#aaron hotchner x reader#spencer reid x reader#listen these are my fictional husbands and i love them!!#emily was also always fit but.#that’s a whole other matter
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I'm part Lover Girl
And part Daddy Issues
#spencer reid#i love mgg#mgg#spencer reid criminal minds#criminal minds#matthew gubler#matthew gray gubler#i heart mgg#i love matthew#thomas gibson#i heart thomas#arron hotchner#aaron hotch hotchner#hotch#Matthew and thomas#ssa aaron hotchner#i love thomas gibson#this post is kinda cringe#but i had an idea and i needed to get it out
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2:34 am .
imagine you’re dating spencer and instead of him not being able to keep his hands off you, he can’t keep his hands on you. during sex he’s always to scared to put it in because he doesn’t want to hurt you, so he substitutes by sticking his pretty little face between your thighs and cleaning your messy cunt with his tongue and running your a warm bath afterwards. on your honeymoon, you guys had p in v sex for the first time and he did not hold back. it felt so amazing, but he ended up bruising your cervix and he wouldn’t touch you for like 3 weeks afterwards. he always muttered ‘i’m sorry- i’m so sorry-’ whenever he even thought that he was going too hard inside of you, he promises to be gentle at first but the pace he goes is always too underwhelming for him so he ends up fucking the lights out of you, only to feel guilty about you being cock drunk; barely being able to form a coherent sentence. he always tells you how pretty you are afterwards, begging you to forgive him. and you love it.
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Okay but where’s my 6’5 brown eyes black hair thick thighs man ?
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guys can we please talk about the relationship between aaron hotchner and sound. how he tells that agent in natural born killer "first of all, don't shout at me", the way he flinches with his whole body when he has to listen to emily get beaten up by cyrus in minimal loss, the way his hearing becomes impaired after lofi, when he had to listened to haley get shot over the phone.
aaron who never raises his voice unless he absolutely has to, when he knows that it's most effective to fill the air with your own loud anger. aaron who near whispers when he speaks to victims. aaron who smiles when the team chatter about something, listening to their joy. aaron who fell in love with haley after watching her rehearse for an opera in high school. aaron who works in a quiet office, his only personal bubble of silence.
im not sure if this makes sense or if any of this speaks to his character but he has such an interesting relationship with sound.
#like i don't know what im trying to say but im saying it#i am in love with him#he's the most character ever#aaron hotchner#character study i guess#criminal minds
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you knew your boss had a soft spot for you. it was evident from the deadlines he kept letting you extend and the days he'd let you go home early when everyone else was still filing paperwork.
you didn't want to take advantage of his kindness, but you were so sure he'd let you miss a case no questions asked, so when you were summoned to hotch's office, you walked in with an air of arrogance.
"sit." he instructed, his tone was short, snappy even.
"yes sir"
he sat behind his desk, elbows on the surface, his hands clasped together, trying to mask his frustrated face. "i can't let you miss this case. it's too important, people depend on your knowledge and skills and i can't let the team think that i'm treating you any different to the rest of them"
"with all due respect sir, they already do"
hotch's brow furrowed and he cleared his throat, leaning back in his chair. he glances behind you, out into the bullpen. you look over your shoulder. it's empty, the team have started to make their way to the jet.
hotch stood up and slowly made his way behind you, his fingers grazing your shoulders, eventually moving your hair behind your neck. you tilt your head as you feel the cool air on your skin. your boss leans down to meet your ear.
"you know, it's not fair that you get to use me for favours and i get nothing in return" he speaks in a whisper, despite the fact no one else was around. his strong hand makes its way around your throat, squeezing the sides ever so slightly. "one day you're going to have to thank me for what i've done for you" he releases his hand from your throat and moves it up to your jawline, his thumb grazing your lips. "and if you want something from now on, you'll have to earn it, even though you're my favourite".
hotch stands and walks to the door opening it for you. "go. you'll work this case. if you want the next one off, you'll have to convince me."
#boss!hotch is such a perv i love him#he loves to abuse that power and that pussaaaay#smut#aaron hotchner headcanons#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner smut#aaron hotch smut#criminal minds smut
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