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nathanbatemanfucker · 3 years ago

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mimi i have one question…what the fuck? 🤠

Chapter 4: Communiqué

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau

Words: 3K

Chapter Summary: After being particularly uncooperative, the team tries to get you to make a statement on your whereabouts during the murders

Warnings: some angst and sadness, fighting, frustrated Hotch

A/N: Just gonna apologize in advance for this one. [And a little side note! Whenever the chapter name comes from a song title or lyrics I'll add the link so you can listen to it, sometimes they inspired what I wrote for each chapter :)]

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The next morning when you woke up you were dragged again to the interrogation room where someone was already waiting for you.

Expecting it to be Hotch your heart was put to ease, but as soon as you walked in you discovered that wasn't the case. Sitting on the other end of the table, although it was fuzzy, was a man who looked vaguely familiar, you couldn't really place from where at the moment.

His black hair with a few strands of grey here and there was combed back neatly and he had a well-trimmed goatee.

You sat down and Lorraine undid your cuffs and left the room so it was just the two of you. The other man didn't say a word, only looking intensely at you until you raised a brow at him. At least you were expecting some sort of introduction.

"SSA Dave Rossi," he said simply. "I'm with the FBI,"

"Another profiler," you nodded. "Trying to see if I'm psycho?" you joked, only attempting to lighten the mood for yourself.

"Where were you on the days of the murders,"

"You know I have the right to an attorney, can I call him?" you asked.

"He's currently being contacted, now where were you the night of the first murder,"

Morgan, Emily, and JJ were watching the scene unfold in front of them and noticed how immediately closed off you were with Rossi compared to Hotch.

"Maybe try a little harder to gain her trust," Morgan said through his earpiece.

"She knows Hotch, you can use that to your advantage,"

Good for them because you were just about to bring him up.

"Where's Aaron? He said he would be here today," you asked and Rossi shook his head.

"Not here yet, which is why I'm talking to you," he explained. "You've known him a while?" Rossi asked and you nodded. Any information not pertaining to the case you were open to giving. "How long?"

"Since the tenth grade," you said. "First day of the fall semester,"

"You kept in touch after he moved,"

You shook your head. "Not much of a letter writer, plus we were both in law school after we got our bachelors, doubt we would have had time for that,"

Rossi nodded, following your words, studying you carefully.

You were placed quite literally in front of him but you didn't lean away. Your arms rested on the table and you eyed him with the same curiosity he did you.

"What have you told the other people who have interrogated you?' Rossi asked.

"Isn't that in your files?" you asked, tilting your head and moving your hair out of your face.

"I got here late last night, humour me," he shrugged.

"I've only said that I'm not guilty," you said simply. Then you leaned in slightly, looking at him from across the table. "I did not kill those women. I did not kill my best friend. I did not kill my high school teacher and I did not kill my ex-fiance's wife," you said firmly.

"Then why aren't you telling me where the hell you were if you're oh so innocent, you know what that tells me?" he leaned in to meet you closer. "That tells me you're hiding something and you can be goddamned sure I'll find it,"

"Do your worst Dave,"

"Your relationships," he said. "With the victims, you're gonna tell me each one, in detail,"

"Now why would I do that?" you asked, now you were just being difficult, but you felt as if you had earned that right. The police had never been the type to help your family, not in this town at least.

"Because when Aaron gets here he's just going to ask the same questions and it's gonna save us a lot of time and we both know when Aaron asks you something it's hard not to tell him, no? You just fall into old habits and patterns,"

He got you there. It was quite true. If Aaron came in right that minute and asked you the same question you were more than likely to tell him the entire story, in detail.

So, just like he said, you got to telling him, to save some time.

"Who first," you said, settling into your seat, staring at the glass behind, wondering who was looking in on the scene.

"Start with the teacher," he said. "Did you have a good relationship with her,"

"After high school, I had no relationship with her," you said honestly. "But in school, it wasn't good. I was new to town, she always singled me out, bullied me in front of the class on multiple occasions,"

"So you had a reason to dislike her,"

"Yes but my mother raised me right so I respected her as a student should and the second I didn't have to interact with her I didn't,"

"What about this here," he said pointing to a report and pushing it in front of you. You recognized it as the time she had called you in to report you for allegedly stealing her purse which was never found.

"All those charges were dropped," you said flatly. "It happened in my junior year, she just got robbed and I was the first person to blame in her head,"

"And you have an alibi for that?" he asked and you nodded.

"I was looking after my younger siblings at home," you explained. "Maria was seven, Noah was ten, and Sophia was twelve,"

"You remember that in a lot of detail," he said.

"I've had to tell the story before," you shrugged.

"How about the one who married your ex-fiance you said?"

"Nessa?" you raised your brows in a knowing manner and nodded. "I'm not sure if friends is the right word for us, we travel in the same circles," you offered. "She and Matt-,"

"The ex-fiance?"

"Yeah, they were sleeping together behind my back ever since the engagement, Matt kept pushing the wedding and Caroline thought something might be up,"

"Caroline as in Caroline Davidson?"

You nodded again, "I found out shortly after and Matt and I broke off the engagement and now he's married to her," you paused a minute, frowning at your choice of words. "Was... he was married to her,"

"And the last one, Caroline,"

You thought you would be ready to speak about her, but it was still fresh. You had barely had any time to process her death let alone grieve the fact that she was gone, you wouldn't see her again. And the first thing that came from it? You were accused of killing her.

You must have been silent for a while because Rossi was staring at you curiously.

"Sorry," you whispered. "Caroline is," you cringed at the mistake once more. "Was my best friend,"

"Oh," Rossi seemed a little surprised. Given the fact that the other victims had been people you could have very well had a motive to kill, this was different. He could sense the genuineness of your grief.

"We had known each other since I moved here, she lived next door to Aaron," you explained. "We did everything together, even up until now, dinner once a week, we'd get lunches together on occasions, literally the works," you chuckled lightly to yourself. "There's not much to do in Manassas, but we made by with each other's company,"

"Do you miss her?"

What kind of question was that? Do you miss her? Of course, you did. More than you thought it was physically possible to miss her.

"Y-," your voice was caught in your throat as the tears started to build in your eyes, pouring down your face, you nodded, sobs wracking your body. "Y-Yes," you nodded again. "I m-miss her so much and i-it hasn't even been a d-day,"

Rossi nodded and stood up, stopping when she was next to you and offering you a gentle pat on the shoulder before leaving the room to see a very upset-looking Hotch giving Emily and Morgan a firm talking-to.

"What was that?" he asked, his voice that low frustrated gravel it could get when he was mad. "In case you've forgotten I'm the lead on this case and I didn't approve this," he motioned to the room. Quickly stepping inside to see what had happened through the glass, Hotch seemed to be even more furious, almost protective. "You made her cry? Dave, I was working to get her to tell me what happened!"

"She won't do that," Rossi shook his head. "I can guarantee she won't tell you what happened during the murders,"

"How can you be so sure?" it was Morgan to speak up now.

"A feeling," Rossi said simply.

"Well we can't just go off that," Emily sighed. "Hotch, why don't you let Morgan and I talk to her," she suggested. "Look I know you're upset, we went behind your back and you have every right to be mad, but just let us try. You can supervise the whole thing from in there and pull us out if you think it's too much,"

Hotch debated this for a moment, maybe it was a good idea. Emily and Morgan were younger, each had faced their own types of adversity, maybe they could relate in a way, maybe that would get you to open up.

"Fine," he said, taking a deep breath and waving his hand for them to go. "Where are Reid and JJ?"

"Talking to the families," Rossi answered. "Figured you would get them to do that anyway, they went with officer Barnes,"

Lorraine, that was a good choice.

"Okay," Hotch said. "Morgan, Prentiss, be gentle right now, maybe bring her a box of tissues," he suggested and they nodded while the Unit Chief went to grab himself a cup of coffee.

Once Hotch came into the back room with Rossi Emily and Morgan had just entered the room, placing a box of tissues in front of you.

Morgan took the seat while Emily sat on the side of the table.

"Is it worth even asking?" you asked after thanking them for the tissues. "BAU?"

"Yeah," Emily confirmed.

"Have I met everyone on your team yet? Or are there more?"

"Three more," Morgan said, "A communications and media coordinator, another profiler, and a tech analyst,"

You sniffed, blowing your nose and wiping away the remainder of your tears.

Hotch could tell what was going on in their heads, they were going to work around the explicit question before trying to get an answer for it, less head-on, developing trust first before going in.

"Can I ask for your names before we start whatever's coming?" you asked.

"Of course, I'm Emily,"

"And I'm Derek,"

"I'm guessing you already know mine," you said, quite nonchalantly.

"Yeah, Hotch told us,"

"Hotch," you chuckled to yourself. "That sounds so big and serious. But then again Aaron was always big and serious,"

"Really?" Emily asked and Morgan nudged her to try and stay on topic. "Right, sorry," she apologized with a faint laugh of her own.

"We were wondering if you might be able to tell us a bit more about what you might have thought happened,"

That was odd, normally that wasn't the route of questioning taken... at all, ever in the history of questioning. Unless it was sarcastic of course.

"R-Really?" you said, not entirely convinced.

"Well if you can't tell us what happened, or don't want to, could you at least share what you think happened?"

"Umm," you thought about it for a moment, "Well clearly this is causing me a lot of grief," you said. "Maybe someone is trying to frame me, to get back at me for something? I don't know,"

"Do you know of any enemies you might have?" Emily asked.

"In this town? I don't know about enemies," you said honestly. "Yes I didn't always get along with a decent amount of people, but that happens when you're an outsider in a smaller town and in a cliquey neighbourhood at that,"

"So no enemies?" Morgan confirmed.

"I'll have to think about it, it's not really something I choose to bring to the front of my mind,"

"Of course," Emily nodded in understanding.

"Can I ask you a question?"

The two looked at each other and shrugged.

"I don't see why not," Morgan answered.

"Do you think I did this?"

That caught them off guard.

"I'm a lawyer in my thirties, I've lived in this town since I was thirteen, squeaky clean record, even after all the shit that's happened to me. Why would I pick now to kill these people? And why would I kill my best friend while I was at it? Does that make any sort of sense to you?"

You brought up a good point. Why would you have waited this long? And take the life of someone you loved in the process.

"No," Morgan finally said. "It doesn't make sense, but that's why we're here. We make sense of why people do these unspeakable things and if you're not the person who did it then-,"

"I should trust the system right?" you nodded almost in disbelief. "Here, the system is Captain Reilly and whatever he has led the other people in the town to think, so forgive me if I don't trust that,"

"But can you trust us to get to the truth?" Emily asked.

"I don't know... we'll see,"

"And there's no way you're going to tell us what happened the day of the murders?"

"I've been trying to contact my attorney. I would like to consult him first," you repeated, but at this point, you weren't even sure what the point was. Even your lawyer was flaking on you.

"Look what could be so bad that you just don't wanna tell us?" Morgan asked. "You don't have to think the police out there are here to help you but we are," he pointed to himself and Emily. "If you didn't do it then where were you at the time of the murders?"

You leaned back in your chair. Silence echoed against the walls of the room.

Morgan threw up his hands, out of ideas and Emily tapped his shoulder motioning that they should leave.

The room was empty once again.

Back outside, Hotch was growing tired, he had never met someone so unwilling to tell the police their alibi, it made zero sense, but then again, neither did anything else apparently.

He sipped deeply from his coffee cup, the other agents chatting around him and exchanging information with some of the officers.

JJ and Reid had just returned and started a small brief on what they had learnt from the victims' families.

"I think I should go in there again," Hotch said finally after all was said and done.

"Hotch-,"

"No, I'm not taking any suggestions on this," he shook his head.

He wasn't sure why, but something in his gut told him that once he had his go at asking you, you would be ready to talk.

"What makes you think she'll open up?" Morgan asked. "Rossi went, well all Rossi on her, Em and I did the opposite, and we all came out with squat on what happened those three days,"

"That's the problem," he shook his head. "You're not me,"

They stared at him quizzically and he elaborated.

"I don't mean that as I'm a better profiler or could crack an unsub better," he confirmed. "Just in this particular case...she's waiting for me,"

"We'll be my guest," Morgan shrugged and Hotch nodded, placing his cup on the table and grabbing the keys to the interrogation room.

When he opened the door and you saw him come in, you finally relaxed a little, pulling the sleeves of your sweater and wrapping your arms around your legs that were curled up against you.

"Sleep well?" he asked, quick with the formalities as usual.

"I've had better nights," you admitted.

You were waiting for him to take a seat across from you but he didn't, standing in one of the back corners, leaning against the wall.

"Why are you being so secretive," he spat out finally. "You said so yourself there's nothing to fear and yet you keep moving away at every chance you get,"

"Aaron it's not that simple-,"

"Don't you think I know that?" he stressed.

Not we, I.

"It's murder (Y/N), this is the lives of three people that were taken from them, this is potentially your own life on the line why aren't you saying anything?"

Now it didn't seem like an agent was talking to you. This was your friend, your concerned friend and seemingly the only person in the whole world looking out for you to that extent.

With the way he spoke you wondered if he was putting his job on the line, sticking his neck out for you and adamantly believing your innocence.

"I already told you, Aaron, I want to speak to my lawyer," you said firmly. "That's my right,"

"Forget about a goddamn lawyer," he waved his hand, coming to the table and leaning across from you. "I'm a lawyer (Y/N), a prosecutor and a good one too, you know that," his voice was lower than before, almost like he didn't want anyone else to hear what he was saying. "You want legal advice? Tell me where the hell you were so I can get you out of here,"

"Aaron stop it,"

"No, you stop!" he shook his head. "Can you even hear yourself you sound ridiculous, if it was just you maybe I would let this charade go on, but you have people (N/N)," the nickname slipped so easily from his lips and your heart clenched at the sound of it. "You have a family who cares deeply about you and if you're innocent you need to go home to them,"

"Aaron I can't-,"

"(Y/N) please stop fighting with me!" he begged. "Just say it! Say where you were!"

"Alright!" you shot up out of your seat, hands slamming into the table. "You wanna know where I was? I don't know,"

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nathanbatemanfucker · 3 years ago

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since i have two parts of my oc out i think i should thank the people who have encouraged me behind the scenes for a while now.

thank you to @ssahotchie and @shmaptainhotchner for listening to me talk about this whether it be me gushing at a inhumanly rate or freak out about if people are gonna like it. the love and the hype and the pure joy that y’all give me is unmatched.

a huge thank you to @scuttling for giving me pointers and explaining how she built her own oc, Sophie, aka the best oc to exist. and thank you so much for reading the first ever draft i wrote of moon river. your support and excitement has meant so much to me.

to everyone who has read so far, thank you thank you. this project is really important to me, it’s my baby and sharing it with y’all so far has been amazing.

#to zira & aaron!#moon river series #meg!#mimi my sweet demented bestie 🦚#elle my softie!#arson talks #wip talk

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nathanbatemanfucker · 3 years ago

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ok idk if i’m coming in under the wire but ONE last ibm cause i’m watching new girl and prince is in this episode so in honour of that

THE PRINCE EPISODE; a classic. prince is a legend may he rest in peace. the taste please, this is why we’re besties Mimi! this is so cheesy but cheesy is what he deserves after all the pain.

imagine hotch is feeling insecure; he thinks he’s too old, and too stuffy and he’s got a little tum now. reader wants to cheer him up but knows if she tries to be serious about it he’ll just try to push her away because we all know how stubborn our hotchy is so instead she sits in his lap and cheesily sings this to him in a silly voice. and it makes him smile and forget all about his insecurities 🥺🥺🥺

send me a song for ibm🎶

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nathanbatemanfucker · 3 years ago

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OH MY GOD IT LOOKS SO GOOD!!!

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nathanbatemanfucker · 3 years ago

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🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭 mimi you always hit me in the feels

Here’s just a little something I wrote for some comfort while I was on my period so if anyone’s feeling it I hope this offers some comfort <3

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Warnings: periods, cramps

Not Well

Waking up in the middle of the night had become an unfortunate but familiar feeling. Three o’clock in the morning for one week, every month. It came like a recurring nightmare and each time it came around you wished for it to go away.

When you woke up this time, Aaron wasn’t out on a case and Jack was asleep in the other room, you didn’t want to wake either of them so you quietly hobbled out of bed and went to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen and pulled out some ibuprofen and popped a few back.

You then tiptoed into the bathroom and stripped down before turning the hot water on and changing the setting on the showerhead. Still half asleep you sat down in the tub and squeezed your eyes shut as the water first hit your face, then your stomach.

It was so early in the morning you could feel yourself drifting despite the shooting pains that were making you squirm in discomfort, but the water did a great deal in soothing whatever hurt you were feeling.

What you didn’t expect was to hear the washroom door click open and it stirred your eyes open and you pushed yourself up slightly so you could see who had entered the room.

Past the shower curtain you saw Aaron walking quietly into the washroom and rubbing his eyes awake.

“Aaron,” you mumbled. “What are you doing up?”

“You’re not feeling well,” he said simply, sitting himself next to the tub. “I wanted to come sit with you so you’re not alone,”

You pressed your lips together and nodded, hoping the few tears that had sprung up were masked by the droplets of water already on your face.

He offered you his hand and you took it, letting him squeeze as tight as his grip would allow to distract you from the pain.

“Did the doctor tell you anything,” he asked quietly and you shook your head.

“Just gave me some pills that don’t work,” you sniffed.

“Is there anything else I can do for you then?”

“Just heat me up a heat pack after I get out. If you think it won’t wake Jack,”

“If it does, it's alright, it’s not a school night,” he leaned over the edge of the bathtub and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

He sat with you until you stood up again, turning off the shower and taking a moment to breathe before pulling open the curtain and immediately being wrapped in a soft towel and helped out of the shower.

“I put some clothes out for you,” Aaron said. “I’m just gonna go heat up the heat pack for you, I’ll be right back,”

You nodded and he dipped down to steal a soft kiss from you before leaving the room so you could change.

When he came back you were all dried off and trying to deal with your wet hair before heading back to bed.

Aaron simply shut both the door to your room and to the washroom before digging for your blow dryer and turning it onto the lowest setting and taking care of it for you while you stood in front of the mirror.

“You don’t have to do this,” you looked over at him.

“Maybe it’s an old wives tale but my mother told me once if you go to sleep with wet hair you’ll wake up with a headache. Don’t want to risk it,”

You gave him a kiss as a thank you and let him finish drying your hair before heading back to bed.

Once you were under the blankets he came right up behind you and slipped a hand under your shirt, gently putting pressure at the base of your stomach with his warm hand and you tried to hold back tears, partially from the discomfort your cramps were causing you but also from feeling so lucky to have someone like Aaron take care of you when you felt like this.

“Sweetheart, if you're in pain it’s okay to cry,” he whispered and that was all it took to break the dam.

Aaron simply pressed soft kisses to the nape of your neck holding you while you shook slightly.

You almost both missed the sound of the door clicking open and Jack quietly tiptoeing into the room.

“Daddy? What happened?” he mumbled.

“Momma’s just not feeling too well,” Aaron explained. “Why don’t you come up here and give her a hug to make her feel better,”

Jack nodded, carefully climbing onto your side of the bed and curling into you before pressing a small kiss to your cheek.

“I’m sorry you don’t feel good, momma,”

“Me too, sweetie,” you sniffled and returned his kiss with one to his forehead. “But I think it would make me feel a lot better if you stay with me and daddy tonight, huh?”

Jack nodded his head and hugged you tightly while you rubbed circles around his back to help him slowly drift back to sleep and sooner or later the movement of your hands stopped and Aaron knew you had finally managed to close your eyes once more.

He pressed one final kiss to your shoulder hoping the rest of the night would prove to be more restful.

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nathanbatemanfucker · 3 years ago

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Mimi wtf this is so angsty and sweet, and perfect. i’m deep in my feels right now😭🥺🤍

I'll Always Come Back To You [Aaron Hotchner]

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Jack Hotchner, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Penelope Garcia, Tara Lewis, Spencer Reid, David Rossi, Will Lamontagne

Summary: A target from an unsub forces Aaron away from you and Jack and you both fight through the day clinging onto a sliver of hope that he'll come back

Warnings: angst, general sadness, guns, swatting (it's set in The Storm)

A/N: Okay for some reason all the intense Hotch related episodes give me major feels and the need to write since they brush things off all the time so hopefully I was able to do even a fraction better (this is dedicated to Linds who is obsessed with this episode and literally screamed when I told her about this idea)

GIF by @dudeitiskarev photos from Pinterest, header created by me

You loved it when mornings started like any other, there was a certain thing about monotony that was calming. Aaron was running around the house, fixing his tie and you took charge of getting Jack ready for school.

“Got your agenda?” you asked.

“Yep,” he nodded. “But you didn’t sign it,”

“No worries, I carry a pen at all times just in case,” you grinned just as Aaron walked by. “Hey babe, can I have your pen?” you asked which made Jack chuckle.

“Mom, I thought you said you had your own,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but I get your dad to carry it cause I’m always with him, right Aaron?” you asked.

“Right you are my sweet,” he nodded and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before you leaned down to sign Jack's agenda.

There was a knock at the door again and Aaron motioned that he would go grab it.

“Hey Hotch,” JJ smiled as she and Henry entered the home. “Thanks for doing rides again,”

“Oh it’s no problem,” he insisted.

Jack was quickly distracted now that Henry was around and they started to talk about their comic books and you went to greet JJ with a hug.

“Hey Jayje,” you smiled.

“Ready to come back to work?” she asked.

“Am I ever,” you nodded. “As much as I loved hanging out with my guy over there, I’m itching to get some action,”

“You could’ve just asked,” Aaron muttered as he walked past you and JJ’s eyes went wide as her jaw dropped open and you had a hard time holding back a slightly embarrassed smile.

Aaron was in front of the safe, going to take out his gun and holster it so you could head out of the house, Jack and Henry were at the table and JJ and you stood watching them from the entry to the dining room. The image was ingrained in your mind because that’s when it happened.

That’s when the door was slammed open and Aaron whipped out his gun like it was a reflex.

“Put the gun down!”

JJ was fast and grabbed Henry and Jack, holding them close as SWAT entered your home.

“I’m Agent Aaron Hotchner, this has to be a mistake, I’m on duty,” he informed them.

“Put your weapon down!” they were unwavering, their guns pointed straight at your husband and you stood there frozen in shock while your step-son called out for his father.

JJ sent Aaron a look and he slowly lowered his gun which whipped you out of your trance.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” you stepped in between Aaron and the barrel of the large gun.

“Ma’am get out of the way-,”

“Get out of the-why the hell are you arresting my husband?! You heard him! He’s the Unit Chief of the Behavioural Analysis Unit!”

“(Y/N),” you could hear Aaron’s voice behind you.

“Mom!” Jack’s cry for you shattered your heart into pieces, but you stood your ground.

“You can’t arrest him,” you pressed.

“(Y/N), sweetheart,” Aaron tried to make his voice as calm as he could while his hands were in the air, signalling to the SWAT team that he was going to cooperate after he calmed you down. But you couldn’t be calmed down, they were pointing a gun at your husband in front of you and your son when he had done nothing wrong.

“Aaron no,” you shook your head.

“(Y/N), go stand with Jack please,” he told you gently.

You could feel the tears coming in hot as you nodded your head, but you couldn’t move until one of the officers pointed his gun at Aaron again, instructing him to go down on his knees while they cuffed his hands behind his back.

As soon as you regained your footing you ran over to JJ, taking Jack out of her arms and hiding his face in your stomach so he didn’t have to watch.

“Dad!” he sobbed and you could feel yourself shaking while Aaron told you both everything was going to me okay and it was all just a big mistake.

When they dragged him out of the house, quickly you let go of Jack and dropped to your knees so you could look him in the eyes.

“Jack, Jack baby, look at me, look at mom,” you said through your own tears.

“Where are they taking him?” he sobbed.

“I don’t know,” you whispered. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know. But Auntie Jennifer’s going to take us to mom and dad’s office and we’re going to stay there,”

“And you’re going to try and get him back?” Jack asked.

“Of course, my love,” you nodded and wiped away his tears. “We’re all going to be okay, I promise,”

Jack sniffed and nodded his head, wrapping his arms tightly around your neck.

He was getting a lot older and it became harder to carry him, but you used whatever strength you had in yourself to pick him up and make sure he didn’t have to worry about anything for now. But it just made you think of Aaron, Jack had gotten very sick at school a month ago and he walked into the house carrying Jack as he used to when he was a small boy. And Jack clung onto him like he was his only tether to the world.

Now things had changed, and that tether was you. You’d have to push past your own fears, your own concerns and do whatever Jack needed you to do, right now he needed you to be his mom.

You sat in the back of the car in the middle, between Jack and Henry while JJ drove to Quantico, calling Will to come there and bring Michael with him.

Once you got there Jack had stopped crying, but he became withdrawn. He didn’t respond to Spencer’s question and instead just asked if he could go into his dad’s office.

After a few of your team members greeted you, you excused yourself to go see Jack who had been followed by Henry, Michael, and Will.

“Jack baby?” you called into the office, leaning in the door.

He nodded his head and looked up at you, but didn’t say anything to you.

“Can I take you somewhere?” you asked. “I just wanna talk for a minute,”

He sighed heavily but put his backpack down and walked towards you. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder and took him to the stairs, walking up a few more flights until you hit the roof, coming into the fresh open air outside.

At least it was sunny outside and you could actually bring Jack up here.

“Why are we over here?” Jack asked. “Shouldn’t we be trying to find out what happened to dad, where they took him?”

“Your Uncle Dave and the rest of the team are on top of that,” you assured him, leading the boy to a specific spot before sitting down and motioning for him to do the same. “This is one of your dad’s favourite spots, I thought maybe you’d want to sit here for a little bit,”

“Mom, I don’t want to sit here, I want dad,” he said plainly and pulled his legs up to his chest and turned away from you.

“Jack, I know,” you sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. “I know you want dad right now. I…I just need you to talk to me,”

“About what?”

“About this, sweetheart,” you whispered, running a hand through his sandy hair. “Tell me how you feel, what’s going on in your head,”

Jack stayed silent, looking ahead at the surrounding grounds of FBI property.

“Jack?”

You could hear the sniffles start again and you were quick to wrap your arms around him, pulling him into your chest where he clung onto your shirt.

“Mom, I’m scared,” he whimpered. “W-W-Why do they keep taking my parents away? I don’t want them to take you away,”

“Shh, shh,” you hushed as you rocked him back and forth. “They're not going to take me away,” you tried to assure him, but you knew it was no use. Jack would still worry.

“But that’s what dad used to say!” he was frustrated now. “He promised, mom,” his voice sounded so broken. Defeated. Jack had seen more than any eleven-year-old should have to see in their life, more than any adult even. “He broke his promise,”

“Jack, sweetheart, you don’t have to believe me,” you whispered. “But I’m going to say it anyway, okay? I’m gonna say it for me, I’m gonna say it for your dad, and I’m gonna say it for you too: He’s going to be alright and no one’s taking me or you anywhere,”

“He’s going to be alright, he’s going to be alright,” Jack repeated to himself like a mantra and you pressed repeated small kisses to his head, hoping it could offer him some sort of comfort.

You and Jack probably stayed outside for the better part of an hour and a half before heading back to Aaron’s office. Jack settled himself at the desk and Will let you know that he would be looking after the boys so you wouldn’t have to worry and could go debrief with the team.

“How’s he doing?” JJ asked.

“Not amazing, but we’ll manage,” you said truthfully and sighed before sitting down at the briefing room table.

“And how about you?” Tara asked. “That can’t be easy, seeing that,”

“It wasn’t,” you shook your head and tried to fight back the tears you could already feel welling up in your eyes. “I didn’t…I didn’t even tell him I loved him,” you whispered to yourself as more of a realization than anything.

“Oh honey, he knows,” Penelope assured you, rushing over to your side to rub your back soothingly as you slowly let yourself come apart in front of your friends.

“I-I can’t be like this, not in front of Jack,” you tried to wipe away your tears and brush yourself off, but they stopped you, telling you to take a moment and breathe.

“(Y/N), he’s your husband, you’re allowed to be worried and show emotion for him,” Tara assured you and you nodded your head because you knew that but you still felt like you needed to keep it together for Jack’s sake. Because it would be even harder to get him to believe Aaron was going to be okay if you didn’t believe it in the first place.

“(Y/N), I know it’s not my place, but maybe you should sit this one out,” Spencer suggested.

“I might not be the most useful right now, but I’d still like to stay. I…I want to know what’s happening,”

“Alright,” he nodded and came to offer a sympathetic pat on your shoulder.

You stayed with the team as they tried to determine who Aaron was swatted by and how everything linked together. JJ even went to question Antonia, remembering a key piece of information she had mentioned when Aaron had visited her in prison last.

Everything was becoming twisted and complicated and you desperately wished for it to end so you could see your husband again.

But when Jack entered the briefing room everything went silent and you felt like you could think again.

“Momma,” he said softly, coming up to you.

“Yeah, honey?”

“Can you go on a walk with me?” he asked.

“Sure,” you nodded and picked up your things, taking his hand and walking out of the office with him. “Why’d you want to go on a walk, buddy?” you asked.

He shrugged, but you could tell there was more to it.

“Jack-Attack, you know you can tell me anything, right?” you said gently, stopping in your tracks and kneeling down so you were at eye-level with him.

“I know,” he nodded. “I just-I wanted to walk with you because dad told me that sometimes when you get sad at work you go on a walk together and you feel better afterwards. And I feel pretty sad and I know you feel sad even though you’re trying to hide it for me so I thought maybe we could go on a walk and maybe feel a little better after,”

“Oh my sweet boy,” you cooed, your hands holding both sides of his face as you pressed a delicate kiss to his forehead. “Let’s go take that walk,”

As Jack, and consequently Aaron, had predicted, walking around made you feel a little bit better, you ran into Anderson who was quick to lighten the mood with some jokes and even Penelope who had run out on her lunch break so she could quickly grab some treats from a nearby store and offered to share some with you and Jack.

Later in the even one when it seemed like nothing was changing with Aaron’s situation you caught wind that they had found out there was going to be a prison break and the team began gearing up to leave and assist.

“Mom,” Jack looked at you worriedly. “Do you have to go?”

“I-,” you looked at the group as if to ask permission to stay which they immediately granted and you looked back at Jack, shaking your head. “I can stay,”

He ran over and pulled you into a tight hug which you accepted before walking off to Aaron’s office where Henry was already asleep on the couch. You assumed Will was trying to get Michael to sleep, maybe using Derek’s old office for some privacy.

Jack motioned for you to come and share his dad’s office chair with him and you did, watching him silently colour a picture.

Jack always had a talent for art, and for an eleven-year-old, his portraits looked incredibly realistic. As he continued to draw you noticed the similarities between his art and the photo of you and Aaron on your wedding day that sat on his desk. He was in the middle of adding some colour to the picture when the door quickly clicked open and you looked up, seeing Aaron standing right in front of you. You tapped Jack but he didn’t move.

“Hey,” Aaron said gently, but he received no response from Jack. “Hey,” he tried again and this time was met with a small,

“Hey,”

“What are you doing?” Aaron asked.

“Colouring,” Jack said simply.

Seriously? This was how they were going to have this conversation.

You whispered something into Jack’s ear prompting him to look up at his dad while he turned his drawing around and put it in his bag.

“Can I see it?” Aaron asked.

“No,” Jack responded.

“Jack,” you whispered. “Ease up, baby,”

He didn’t speak to you, only grabbing his bag and walking past his father and out of the office.

JJ had already snuck in and taken a sleepy Henry on her back so she could get him, Michael, and Will home, leaving only you and Aaron in the office.

“He’s just scared,” you told him. “And a little mad. He said you broke your promise,”

Aaron nodded his head.

“You have to talk to him, otherwise he’s just going to bottle it up and he’ll act out,”

“(Y/N)-,”

“Aaron you have to make sure he’s okay, please I just-,”

He walked up to where you were now standing behind his desk in large strides and held your arms, stopping you mid ramble.

“(Y/N), are you okay?”

“Am I oka-Aaron, how could you think I’m okay?!” you moved away from him. Before you felt worried and sad and now you just felt angry. You knew it wasn’t his fault, that he had no control over it, but that didn’t change the way you were feeling. “Every day we go into perilous and dangerous situations, but having people come into our home and point giant guns at you, threatening to hurt you in front of our son? Aaron, of course I’m not okay! I didn’t know if I was going to see you again, and I just stood there and watched it happen. I didn’t say I love you, I didn’t kiss you goodbye they just took you,” your voice sounded so defeated, but you continued, because there was more to say. “And the whole day I tried to keep it together for Jack when all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and disapp-,”

Aaron cut you off, pulling you into his arms and squeezing tightly, you let yourself break, let go of all the pain and worry as you cried into his shirt.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered into your hair. “I love you so much, okay? And I can’t imagine how hard today was for you guys, but I’m here now and everything’s going to be alright,”

You looked up at him and pressed a desperate kiss to his lips before whispering I love you to him, over and over to make up for the time you missed.

Past your tears you noticed a small shadow by the door and you pulled away from Aaron for a second, wiping away your tears and encouraging Jack to come in.

He took a few steps inside the office until he was next to you, holding your hand and looking up at his dad. Aaron came in front of you both and was quick to get on his knees and pull his son into a hug.

“I know I broke my promise,” he said softly. “And I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Jack,”

“Were you okay?” Jack asked. “I was so scared,”

“I was okay, it was just an accident like I said,” Aaron explained. “And I’m here now. I’m not gonna go anywhere. I’ll always come back to you,”

“Can we just go h-,” Jack stopped himself, as if he wasn’t entirely sure if he even wanted to go back to his home after what had happened.

“You know what, I have an idea,” Aaron said. “I was going to keep it a surprise for mine and (Y/N)’s anniversary, but I think it’s alright if I show you guys now,”

You and Jack were both thoroughly confused, but that didn’t matter much especially when Aaron had a safe place to take you.

First you did go back to the condo to grab some clothes for a few days and any important things you might need before climbing back into the car and driving out towards the suburbs.

When you pulled in front of a large blue house with a gorgeous front garden and a welcome mat at the front door you had a good idea what was going on.

Aaron turned around slightly so he could look at both you and Jack while he explained where you were.

“So this was supposed to be my big gift to you guys,” Aaron started. “I know these past few years have had their ups and downs and this was definitely not our best day, but we made it out. And I figured it might be nice to come to an actual home after any day. And it’s a great neighbourhood, Jack wouldn’t have to change schools and it’s big enough if we wanted to expand our family,” he explained, reaching his hand to hold yours.

“You mean we get to live here now?” Jack asked.

“As soon as we move in all our stuff,” Aaron nodded. “It came partially furnished so there’s one bed in the primary bedroom,” he added.

“Jack, do you wanna bunk with mom and dad tonight?”

Jack nodded his head and came forward in between the two seats and hugged you both tight.

You all got out of the car together and looked at your new home. A different place, somewhere you could feel secure after the events of that night.

Even though there was still a lot of work to do, this was the start of something you hoped would be good for your family, it was clear you all needed it.

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nathanbatemanfucker · 3 years ago

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AHHHHHHH congrats sweet Mimi, so happy for you, this is so well deserved!

mimi’s 1.5K writing challenge celebration

Holy smokes I can’t believe we’re actually here! I never thought when I started this blog less than a year ago that I’d get this far this fast and it’s all thanks to wonderful people like you who have supported me through this hobby of mine!

So this time around I wanted to celebrate the talent around me, of all the wonderful authors who follow me or even just want to participate in a writing challenge! This is for you to showcase your writing and your work!

Come Participate! - Note: I will be closing my ask box while I’m in class!!!

Dates:

Anyone who wants to participate must submit which prompt they’ll be writing by: Friday September 24th

All submissions must be in by: Tuesday November 2nd

Characters/Pairings:

Works can be x reader, x oc, or the ships listed

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Morcia

Hotchgan

Gotch

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

Bobby Nash

Rules:

All entries must be SFW (14A type content max)

Word Count between 1000-10 000

Each work should have a title so I can easily label it for the masterlist

All entries should be tagged with mimis 1.5K writing challenge

All entries should tag my rec account @alexxblake so I don’t miss it!

Send me an ask with the prompt number and category you would like to write, what pairing you will be writing it for, and the url of the account you will be posting it under

Please reblog this post so that we can get as many people to participate as possible!

A follow is not required but it is much appreciated :)

Each person can request to use up to two prompts (including song and au prompts) and each prompt can be used by two different people

If you use two prompts you can either put them in the same fic or write two separate entries

Feel free to ask any and all questions through my ask box! It’s possible others will also be wondering the same thing

Prompts:

Fluff

1. “They’re not you,”

2. “You cancelled plans… for me?”

3. “I think I love you,”

4. “He/She/They have your eyes,”

5. “You’re very endearing when you’re half asleep,”

6. Concept: [person a] needs to pull an all nighter so [person b] (who has done this many times) helps them stay awake

7. Concept: [person a] mentions a certain food/drink they love and the next day [person b] has bought a whole bunch of said food/drink for them

8. Concept: [person a] gets very clingy when they’re drunk and [person b] seems to be the perfect outlet

9. Concept: [person a] is usually closed off but tells [person b] they love them for the first time

10. Concept: [person a] loves to play with [person b]’s hair

Angst

1. “Do I even matter to you?”

2. “Just stop talking. Stop,”

3. “I see how you look at them,”

4. “We both knew this was never going to have a happy ending,”

5. “We never got the right timing,”

6. Concept: [person a] has never noticed [person b] who has been in love with them for as long as they can remember

7. Concept: [person a] cradling [person b]’s unconscious body

8. Concept: [person a] dies and leaves [person b] with an unresolved conflict

9. Concept: [person a] and [person b] slowly fall out of love

10. Concept: [person a] breaks [person b]’s trust

Hurt Comfort

1. “Come here, let me see that,”

2. “I don’t think you’re well enough to be doing that,”

3. “Sometimes we’re not okay, but that doesn’t mean people will love you any less,”

4. “I’m at the hospital,”

5. “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that,”

6. Concept: [person a] can’t sleep so they call [person b]

7. Concept: [person a] has been feeling down lately so [person b] thinks up of ways to cheer them up

8. Concept: [person a] is trying to hide the fact that they’re hurt but [person b] can see right through their facade

9. Concept: [person a] is sick and [person b] offers to take care of them

10. Concept: [person a] has a nightmare and wakes up screaming scaring [person b]

AU/Tropes

1. Royalty!AU

2. Bakery!AU

3. Musician!AU

4. High School Teachers!AU

5. Victorian!AU

6. Best Friends to Lovers

7. Enemies to Lovers

8. There’s Only One Bed

9. Fake Dating/Fake Marriage

10. Roommates to Lovers

Songs

1. Slow Burn • Kacey Musgraves

2. I Will Wait • Mumford and Sons

3. I Found You • Andy Grammar

4. Cheek to Cheek • Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong

5. Love & War in Your Twenties • Jordy Searcy

6. Don’t Hold Me • Dean Lewis

7. It’s Been a Long, Long Time • Harry James

8. Strange • Celeste

9. Electric Love • BØRNS

10. Do You Wanna Do Nothing With Me? • Lawrence

Tagging some mutuals for a signal boost and to thank them for all their support!!

@sylvie-writes @roger-that-cap @arsonhotchner @ssahotchie @hotchnerz @hotchnerundercover @hotforhotchner11 @mrsh0tchner @heliotropehotch @ssa-ki99 @ssa-h0tchner @doctorstethoscope

#mimis 1.5k writing challenge #mimi my sweet demented bestie 🦚

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