#i'm writing some yandere hotch rn cuz im back into criminal minds

[angelyuji]

trust

harleen quinzel x gn!reader

“are you sure this is a good idea?” you trail behind dr. quinzel. her fast steps rush into her office and she quickly shuts the door behind you.

“what do you mean?” she asks, playing innocent.

“don’t play dumb, doctor. are you sure it’s a good idea to trust the jo-” her eyes sharpen, and you stop yourself, “sorry, patient j.” she sighs, eyes softening. you watch as she almost collapses back into her chair.

“i don’t know, sweetheart. i really don’t.” she rests her elbows on her desk and buries her face in her hands.

“then, maybe call this off? if you don’t know if it’s a good idea…” you kneel next to her, stress pumping through your veins. the last thing you want is for your favorite coworker to go to prison for some lunatic.

“i know, it’s just…” she trails off, “all i know is that my dad needs the surgery to live, and we need money for the surgery. i can’t- i won’t lose my dad, (y/n).” dr. quinzel lifts her head and you see tears start to fall from her eyes. you pull her into a hug and she softly sobs into your shoulder.

“i’m sorry… i didn’t know you were having such a hard time.” you say, feeling tears roll down your face. you feel your heart tighten, knowing there wasn’t much you can do.

she lifts her head and wipes her tears, waving your worry off, “it’s okay, i never told you. what could you do? you make less than me, how could i ask you for money?” she sniffles before laughing softly, looking at the wet spot on your shoulder. silence fills the room and the gravity of the situation weighs on both of you. “you… you won’t tell anyone, right? you’ll keep it between us?” you look into her eyes and your heart beats faster.

“of course, i won’t tell anyone. your secret is safe with me.” you smile and dr. quinzel places a hand on your face, her eyes trail to your lips. you swallow. “it’s just… you’ll be careful, right? patient j isn’t a good person. he’s hurt a lot of people and… i don’t want you to be next, you know?” the warmth of her hand leaves your face as she turns away.

she sighs, “i know. honestly, i’m a little scared too, but i’ll be careful.” she turns back to you with a bright smile, “do you trust me?”

“always.” you grab your clipboard and get up.

“alrighty then, sweetheart, let’s get moving. we have patients to help.” she bumps her hip with yours. you both leave the office, unknowing of what’s to come.