Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts
Hotch x fem!Reader
One: Parks and Recreation Two: The Last Great American Dynasty Three: All You People Are Vampires
I’m sorry its a short one I’ve been depressed okay?
Summary: Success. Talent. Intelligence. All three things you need to have in order to join the BAU, and she just happened to have all three of them by 24. When she moves halfway around the world for a seemingly dream job, will it work out? Or are there just some things even profilers can’t predict?
Warnings: Explicit language, TW for rape/sexual assault, TW for mentions of starvation/general eating disorders, torture, kidnapping general gore that comes with the show, eventual smut, s l o w b u r n, angst, fluff, age gap (reader is 24, Hotch is 39 so 15yrs), dom/sub, dom!hotch, sub!reader.
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Four: All We Know Is Touch And Go
You were in the car on the way to what seemed to be an abandoned cabin in the woods just outside of the city. It was an anonymous tip, apparently a hiker had seen a young girl matching Rosie’s description around the house with a man. You were in the passenger seat next to Morgan, with Reid in the backseat. It was tense, almost silent the whole way there as you thought about your confrontation with Hotch.
After Reid had interrupted, you left quickly, Hotch following behind you closely. You had barely looked at him in the debrief, though you could feel his eyes burning holes into your temple. A quick glance over when you were sure he wasn’t looking told you that he was stressed, and rightly so. He still looked tired, his eyebrows still knitted closely together as he talked with Morgan. You almost felt bad. But you weren’t a push over when it came to how people treated you.
Though, you weren’t exactly one for confrontation, despite the earlier incident. You near sprinted to the car, keeping close to Morgan as if you had called dibs on him, which you basically had. They had all given you looks, all but Hotch, who didn’t even look in your direction as he talked to the captain. You felt like a child, running away from your problems and trying not to sulk, but you had to pull yourself together, Rosie needed you all to be at your best, and you weren’t going to be the reason that this went south.
The house, though it was more like a shed, was literally in the middle of nowhere, which you didn’t think was possible considering it was only a 20 minute drive out of Seattle. Morgan pulled up behind the car in front, police cruisers and a SWAT van following down the narrow dirt road that led to the small clearing in the woods.
“Well, if I wanted to hold someone hostage, this would be the perfect place.” Emily said as you all gathered, guns at the ready as you adjusted your vest. They were necessary, sure, but damn uncomfortable.
“Morgan, Reid, Prentiss, you go in the front, me and JJ will take the back.” Hotch said, looking at them all directly.
“And what about me and Rossi?” It was the first time you’d spoken to him since your argument, and you tried your best to seem unaffected, but you couldn’t hold his eye contact for very long, glancing over at Rossi instead.
“I want you two to stay out here and canvas the clearing.” You had to bite your tongue, you had to at least try to show you could be professional, but your eyes rolled before you could help it. You know Hotch saw it, because how could he have missed it, but he didn’t say anything, he merely turned his back and started to walk sound to the back entrance, JJ giving you a sympathetic look before following him. The others left too, getting ready for a breach, leaving only you and Rossi.
“I’ll take the back.” You muttered, giving Rossi a small smile as you turned around and headed to the back of the clearing.
“Be careful!” Rossi shouted, and you could hear the amusement in his voice.
“I will!” You shouted back, not bothering to turn around. When you got to the rear of the house, you could hear them inside shouting Rosie's name, which only filled you with dread. She was meant to be there.
“There’s no one here.” You heard Hotch say as he exited the house, talking to the others as you made your way further towards the treeline.
The woods were thick, bushes lining the edge of the clearing. You sighed in frustration, ripping the velcro straps off your vest and tossing it to the floor. It was too constricting, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe in it.
You stood, a few meters from the edge of the clearing, the faint conversation of the team at the back of your mind as you stared into the forest. You felt helpless. There was a little girl out there and there was nothing you could do to protect her. But that's when you saw it. It was only a flash, but you were sure there was some unnatural pink amongst the darkness of the woods. You didn’t even have time to comprehend before she was there, running towards you, the girl you had been so desperate to find. Rosie.
You yelled her name as you opened your arms, getting down to her level as she clattered into you at pull speed, nearly taking your feet out from under you. You could barely focus on the commotion behind you, your eyes darting into the treeline, looking for any sign of the bastard who took her.
It felt like time had stopped. Rosie in your arms, sobbing into your chest; the team behind you, calling your name, and the glint in the bushes, so small you only just noticed it, and you had never reacted so fast in your life.
You contorted your body, pulling Rosie closer and you put yourself between her and the treeline, squeezing your eyes shut when you heard the gunshot, frozen in place as you clutched the little girl tighter in your arms.
You didn’t move until you felt a hand on your shoulder, instantly reaching for your gun.
“Hey, it’s me, look at me, it’s Hotch.” He was right. Hotch looked down at you, hand still on your shoulder as you stood up, scooping Rosie up into your arms and you checked over her before JJ motioned for you to give Rosie over.
You could barely concentrate on anything, you mind spinning as your eyes scanned over the woods.
“Morgan and Emily went after him.” Hotch said, walking next to you as you made your way back up to the front of the house. You nodded in response, head down as your mind became jumbled with thoughts. “You should sit down.” Hotch said, and you looked at him properly, only to see his face filled with concern.
“I’m fine.” You said, shaking your head as you tried to walk away.
“You’re bleeding.” His voice was soft, though his grip on your arm was firm. You looked down, to see the wound on top of your shoulder. You hissed in a breath in pain, looking up at Hotch as you nodded in defeat, letting him lead you to the open doors of the SWAT van so you could sit on the edge.
Hotch didn’t leave you, instead he stood directly in front of you, keeping one of his hands over your wound to manage the bleeding.
“It hurts, you're putting too much pressure on.” You whined as he raised his eyebrow in response.
“Do you want me to let you bleed out?” You scoffed at that, your eyes rolling as you shook your head. “Well, if you had been wearing your vest then this wouldn’t have happened.” Hotch’s voice was sharp, his eyes piercing yours as he frowned at you.
“Really? Well, maybe I wouldn’t have taken it off if somebody hadn’t said it was clear.” You spat back at him. You were furious, fuming, at the audacity of him to be blaming this on you. Though, you knew it wasn’t fair for you to blame it on him, but you were angry and you couldn't help yourself. “Or, better yet, if you had just let me do my job instead of treating me like a child, then I wouldn’t have been shot.” You huffed, wincing slightly as Hotch’s gripped tightened a little as his jaw set, eyes full of stone cold fury, and if you were in any other mood, you would have been terrified.
“Maybe, if you had stopped acting like a child I wouldn’t have to treat you like one.” That one stung, especially because it was coming from him. You didn’t reply, instead looking off into the distance and trying to stop yourself from falling apart.
The adrenaline was wearing off, your emotions all rolling in at once as you struggled to stop yourself from crying in front of him. Hotch still stood there, hand still clamped over your wound, and though you didn’t look at him, you could feel his gaze on you. He was analysing you, profiling you. And it made you angrier. It made you want to yell at him for being so damn complex, for messing with your head so much.
The EMT’s came relatively soon after that, thank god, and Hotch filled them in, making you feel like you were at the doctors with your mum again. You rolled your eyes at him for what felt like the hundredth time that day, though this time it was behind his back, the EMT giving you a small smile when she saw you do it. Hotch merely walked away as you glared at his back, the only thing breaking your concentration was the pain of moving your shoulder.
The EMT, whose name you learned was Rose, did a quick examination of the wound before seeing the bullet lodged inside of the bone. No wonder it hurt so much.
“I can try and take it out here, it doesn’t look too far in there, but I need you to take off this side of your shirt so I can access it properly.” She said as she sorted some medical instruments. You stomach dropped at the thought of having to be basically half naked in front of your colleagues, but you weren’t sure you could handle the bumpy ride to the hospital in this much pain.
You nodded quickly, your good arm beginning to undo the buttons of your shirt as Rose slowly eased your arm out of the sleeve, making you wince and hiss more than a few times. You sat on the edge of the van, your good arm wrapped around your body protectively as she pulled out the tweezers ready. Though, she must’ve heard her name called as she spun around, telling you she wouldn’t be long as you sat waiting half naked.
You didn’t even notice him until he was in front of you, too busy staring into space, as he extended his arm out to you. You looked at him, Hotch’s face almost blank as he looked at you, his eyes flicking down to his outstretched hand before meeting yours again. Your eyes followed his, to see his blazer in his hand. You looked at him dumbfounded, shocked and surprised as his eyes softened slightly.
“Take it.” It was almost a whisper as Hotch said it, his voice nearly breaking as he tugged on your heartstrings once more.
You reach for it slowly, unfolding it and using it to cover yourself as best as you could. Hotch had already begun to walk away, his shirt sleeves now rolled up to his elbow as the material stretched over his shoulders.
“Hotch.” You called out gently, and you weren’t even sure he was going to hear you, but he did. Of course he did. “Thank you.” You didn’t smile as you said it, merely looking into his eyes from a distance, searching his face for anything. He nodded, his usually permanent frown gone for just a moment before he turned his back once more, and left you feeling more confused than you had ever been in your entire life.