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The Most Beautiful Human

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Don’t Call Me Aaron

Part 4

WORDS: 2.1K

{TW: SMUT}

Once we made it back to my place, Hotch got out first and walked over to my side to open the door for me. I couldn't help the heat that arose on my cheeks as I hopped out of the car. We walked into the hotel together and up the stairs to my room.

When we got inside Hotchner told me to just sit down and relax and he would take care of everything. I took a seat in one of the chairs in the kitchen and admired him while he cooked. I was surprised we even had enough food for him to make something with, but I'm not complaining.

I noticed almost immediately that he had taken his suit jacket off and rolled the sleeves of his shirt up. I found myself staring at his arms while he cooked. How was I supposed to ignore how hot he looked right now. I mean the small amount of sweat on his forehead from leaning over the stove, the way his muscly hands grabbed everything while he worked. Even the way his brows scrunched because of how hard he was concentrating on what he was doing. Everything about him was suddenly, so attractive. I didn't even realize I was biting my lip until Hotch called me out.

"Why are you staring at me?" he asked, his eyebrows now raised in suspicion, but his mouth was curved into a slight smile.

"I'm admiring you." I decided to be blunt about it, because what was the point of beating around the bush? I liked him, and I'm pretty sure he liked me.

"Well I hope you like what you see." he said, lowly this time.

"Oh I do. I can hardly look away. I"m surprised you haven't burnt whatever it is that you're cooking over there." I said through a small laugh. He quickly looked over his shoulder to make sure the food in the stove wasn’t burnt, causing me to laugh even harder.

“You have an amazing laugh, you know.” He told me with that smile that is so rare, but so beautiful.

“Thank you, Hotch. You know I was just thinking how nice your smile was too. I wish I saw it more often.” I told him.

“Well maybe you will.”he said as he walked over to the stove, turning it off. “Okay, everything is ready. Here let me make your plate.”

“You don’t have to do that.” I tried to tell him, standing up to walk over to him.

“No, I will do it. After all, it’s your birthday.” He smiled with a hint of something behind it, I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, though.

We sat down and began eating together, but I couldn't focus on my food. My mind kept wandering somewhere that it for sure shouldn't be. Somewhere that was surely inappropriate.

“What’s the matter?” Hotch asked, and out his fork down.

“Nothing.” I said, looking away from him. I bit my lip hard to try and stop the redness on my cheeks.

“Stop that.” He said, and I quickly look up at him, confused. I immediately noticed how dark his eyes had become.

“Stop what?” I asked him.

“Biting your lip.”he started. “I can’t handle it.”

“What?”

“Listen to me. I’ve done everything I possibly can to keep my thoughts about you professional, but I can’t if you don’t stop.” He breathes, quickly, like he had been holding on to this and needed to get it out.

“What do you mean?” I asked. I had to hear him say it to be sure.

“I want you, so bad. In every way I possibly can.” He says, standing from the table. “I want to lay you down on the bed and kiss you places no one has before. I want to make you feel so good you can stand it. I want to fuck you so hard you can barely walk and then take you out on a date after. I want everything with you, and more.” He finishes, standing right beside me now.

“Then do it. I won’t stop you.” I tell him, standing up to meet his eyes. And finally, he places a hand on my back and pulls me close to him with a gentle force I’d never seen before.

He leans in and captures my lips in one swift movement. Our mouths mold together perfectly and move in sync. His hands start roaming my body and he makes his way to my ass and gives in a good squeeze which earns a groan from me.

“Mmm.” He replies to me. “I love the way you taste.”

We walk over to the bed never breaking from each other. He backs me up close until I fall back, hitting the mattress. He pushes my shirt up slowly, making sure to feel every inch of my skin along the way. Once he’s got my shirt just over my bra, he breaks from me to kiss a trail up my stomach, leaving little bites along the way until he makes it to my breasts.

“Can I take this off of you, please.” He pleads. I respond by quickly nodding. Lifting myself off the bed just enough for him to get my shirt over my head.

Once it’s off, he immediately attacks my neck. Leaving bites that will surely show tomorrow, but I definitely don’t care. I let out an involuntary moan from the feeling and he reacts with a low growl, vibrating the skin on my collarbone.

Without asking, I unhook my bra and throw it across the floor in a swift motion. Aaron sits quietly for a moment, admiring my perky breasts with lustful eyes.

I reach toward Aaron to help him get his shirt off, and then reach for his belt buckle, making sure to do it extra slow. I slowly sink off the bed and onto the floor where I am eye level with his waist.

“You’re so beautiful.” He tells me, looking down.

“Shhhh, let me make you feel good, Aaron.” I whisper, putting an emphasis on his first name.

“Fuck.” He moaned as I slowly pulled down his slacks, revealing a large tent under the thin fabric.

I start to remove his boxers but he stops me, pulling me back up to kiss me again.

“Me first.” He tell me and takes off my pants as fast as he can.

He throws me on the bed and climbs towards me like he’s hunting, and I’m his prey.

He puts his hand to my heat, barely rubbing his fingers against the my clothed clit. I bite my lip to keep from screaming, I so badly needed more.

“Aaron, please.” I breathe.

“What is it baby? Tell me what you want.” He says, removing his hand, making me whimper from the loss of contact.

“I want you.” I tell him, hoping he doesn’t make me say anything else.

“Not yet, sweetheart. I want to see you touch yourself.” He says, sitting back on the bed to watch me.

I slowly bring my hand down to my clothes entrance, gathering my arousal and bringing it to my mouth, putting my fingers in my mouth and sucking.

“Fuck. Oh my god.” Aaron says, “keep going.”

I bring my hand back and begin moving my fingers in a circular motion, just like I always did when I was alone, thinking about him. I start to moan as I pick up my pace. I close my eyes from the pleasure overtaking my whole body.

Before I even realized, Aaron is ripping my underwear off me and pushing his face in between my thighs, lapping up the moisture that’s surrounds my core.

“Fuck, Aaron!” I yell bucking my hips to get more friction from his tongue. He holds my hips in place and teases me, licking everywhere but where I wanted him to be.

“Not so fast, beautiful. I want to make this last. I want to take my time with you.” He tells me, bringing his face back between my legs, still holding on to my hips.

“I need more Aaron, please.” I said, hoping he answers my plea. I can’t take much more.

“Come here.” He tells me, bringing my face back to he, locking my lips with his. Making sure I taste myself on him.

“Aaron, I feel so empty.” I breathe. And thankfully he finally shows me mercy. He takes off his boxers, his cock springing to life, at attention. God he’s big.

“Come here baby.” He says, and I scoot towards the edge of the bed and quickly take as much of him as I can into my mouth, earning a beautiful groan from him.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy with my cock down your throat. I bet you’ve been dreaming about this hmm.” He says, and I can feel my core spilling from his words.

“Yes, Aaron, I’ve wanted this for so long.” I tell him, quickly taking him back into my mouth, sucking in my cheeks to make him moan.

“You have no idea the dirty things I’ve been thinking about you. I haven’t been able to focus in weeks. All I have thought about was your tight pussy and how it would feel with my cock buried inside it.” He forces out in between moans.

“Why don’t you find out then.” I tell him, getting back on my feet. He turns me around and pushes my head onto the bed so that my ass is in the air.

“Oh I intend to.” He says, teasing my entrance with his aching manhood.

He slowly pushes himself inside me, giving me time to adjust to his size. Once he’s all the way in, he pauses for a moment, and then pulls out, only to slam himself all the way back in.

“Fuck Aaron. Yes!” I scream. He starts picking up the pace, completely tearing me apart, and I am loving every second.

“That’s it baby, take all of me like such a good girl.” He moans. He snakes his arm around my leg to thumb at my clit, and I can’t take it.

“Yes, fuck hotch, I’m gonna cum. Please dont stop.” I replied. And him immediately pulls out. I can’t hold in the whine that escapes me from the emptiness he leaves.

“Turn over on to your back.” He tells me. I do as he says and he lays back on top of me, bringing his cock back and lining himself up. He pushes back in and it’s painfully slow.

“Aaron” I cry.

“Fuck I love the way you say my name.” He breathes, slowly picking up the pace until I’m a moaning mess.

He starts pounding in to me so hard I can’t speak. I want to but it feels so good I can’t even think of a way to describe it. I slowly start to feel my release creeping though my body.

“Aaron, please let me cum. Please.” I plead. My words fueling the fire growing in him.

“That’s it baby, cum for me.” He whispers in my ear, thumbing at my clit until my orgasm washes over me, making me whole body shake. He continues to slam until me until I’m crying, screaming, and yelling his name.

“Fuck aaron, holy shit, please, cum in me.” I scream. And he continues to fuck me at an ungodly pace, I can’t feel my body anymore, but I don’t care.

I finally feel the warmth of his release fill me as he sloppily continues to fuck me. After a few more thrusts he pulls out. But I wasn’t finished yet. I somehow manage to get onto the floor and bring his dripping cock back into my mouth.

“Fuuuuuuuck.” I hear him moan through my harsh sucking. I swirl my tongue around his tip, making sure to take is slow.

I take him as much of him back into my mouth again but Aaron needed more. He puts his hand on the back of my head, pushing him even further into my mouth, until my nose touches his pelvis. He holds my head there until I start to gag before letting me go. He’s extra sensitive since he just came. I continue to suck and let his hand push my head to take all of him.

“Shit, fuck, I’m gonna cum again.” He moans and that only makes me suck harder. A few seconds later, his seed is spilling down my throat, and I make sure to swallow every last drop, sticking my tongue out to show him.

“You’re amazing.” He tells me before giving me a living kiss.

“Not as amazing as you.” I tell him. And he smirks through is heavy breathing. We lay on the bed together, until we catch our breath. Right before I got up to get dressed, he stops me.

“Call me Aaron anytime.”

[madstheauthor]

Don’t Call Me Aaron

Part 3:

WORDS: 1.2K

{TW: VIOLELNCE,WEAPONS}

The next morning I woke up with a pounding headache and extreme tiredness when my alarm goes off, which makes sense considering I didn’t even fall asleep until almost three. Flashbacks of Hotch and the bar start to flood my brain.

Oh god that was real?

I climb out of bed and get ready for work, nervous about having to face Hotchner today. I can’t believe I came on to him last night. So embarrassing. I finish doing my hair and put my shoes on so I can get to the station on time.

When I arrived everyone was already inside. I grab my coat and head towards the door. Once I got to the main room, everyone's eyes were on me, but the only ones I cared about were Hotch’s. His eyes almost looked as if they were trying to ask me if I was okay, to which I nodded yes.

JJ and Morgan began talking about the findings from the crime scene yesterday.

“We got a DNA match on the fingerprints Garcia ran yesterday. They didn’t match the victims so I had Penelope do some digging and I think we got our guy.” Morgan said

“Do we have an address?” Hotch asked Garcia who was on a video call.

“Way ahead of you cupcake, check your phones.” She said as she ended the call.

“Okay everyone, let’s move.” Hotchner said as everyone headed back into their vehicles.

. . .

We pulled up at the house and everyone jumped out. Derek was the first one to get to the front door.

“FBI open up!” He started “Or we’re coming in!” No answer so Morgan kicked the door in and we started searching the house.

“Bathroom is clear!” Emily shouted.

“Clear!” Rossi shouted from the kitchen.

“Clear here too!” Hotch shouted from the garage.

I continued past them and was the first to go up the stairs. I was careful to be sure I was quiet. I reached the top and checked behind me before swiftly continuing. I reached the end of a long hallway and just barely entered the bedroom when I froze in my place.

There he was, standing in the middle of the room, with a gun pointed straight to my head.

“If you make a sound, you’re dead.” He said. His voice sounded just as evil as he was. I wish the team had telepathy, I tried with all my might to signal through some kind of brain connection, that something was wrong up here, but I don’t think anyone got my signal.

“Please, let me go.” I whisper as quietly as possible.” Before he could respond we heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Please be Hotch, I want him to be the last thing I see if I’m going to die. He won’t admit it but he cares about me, and I think he’s clueless to the fact that everyone around him knows. He loves and cares for everyone on this team. We really are like a family, not that he would tell anyone. Aaron is someone who rarely smiles. But when he does, man, he lights up the whole room. He may look scary on the surface, but he’s one of the only ones I would trust with my life. I will always have his back, and I know he’s got mine.

The footsteps are right down the hallways now.

I hear Hotch calling out to me, but I don’t respond. I feel a little relieved knowing that it’s Aaron.

As soon as he walks through the bedroom door and sees what’s going on, he immediately knows what to do.

“Let her go, now.” He tells him, and if I was the killer, I’d be terrified of Hotch right now. His eyes are dark and you can tell he means it.

“And why would I do that?” He smiles, “Just look at her, she’s perfect.” Then he leans down to smell my hair. “ And she smells like an angel.” I try not to cry but I can’t stop the tears from swelling in my eyes.

“I swear to god, one move and your dead.” Hotch tells the man, who is still holding me to his chest, and I can feel the barrel against my skull.

“Do it, and she goes with me.” He tells him. By now, the rest of the team is right outside the door ready in case anything happens.

“Why’d you do it?” Hotch asked the killer, “Why did you kill and butcher 6 women?”

“Because they’re beautiful, and I deserve them all to myself, each and every part.” He says with a wicked smile following.

The killer takes the barrel off my head and aims it toward Hotch, but before I could blink.”,

BAM, BAM, BAM.

I was too afraid to open my eyes to see who won. I was scared that Aaron was going to be down and I would never forgive myself for that.

I peel one eye open to see my surroundings, and I almost couldn’t hold back my smile when I saw Hotch standing in front of me.

“Aaron, thank god,” I said, running and hugging him tightly. I never want to let go. “I thought for a moment that you were gone.” I cry, letting all of it out now, not bothering to even try to hold myself together.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m okay. But what’s more important is that you’re okay too.” He tells me as he embraces my hug with one hand on my head and the other on the small of my back. I unfold with his touch and I’m lost in his smell. I never realized how much taller he was. The top of my head just barely reached his shoulders.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.” He whispers in my ear and we head down the stairs out of this hell house.

“Guys, I’m gonna ride with Hotch if that’s okay.” I tell the rest of the team. JJ turns around and gives me a comforting nod.

Me and Aaron climb into the car together, with him in the driver's seat. The drive was silent for a while. I was just enjoying his company, for the most part, he is comforting to be around.

“Are you okay?” He asked me. I thought about it for a minute before answering.

“I will be eventually. This was one hell of a birthday.” I told him and he looked over at me, surprise littered over all his features.

“How did I not know that today was your birthday?” He questioned. And to be honest, I didn’t have a good response.

“I don’t know. I guess the thought didn’t come across me until now.” I told him honestly.

“Well we have a few more hours until we need to leave. How about I take you out somewhere so we can celebrate?” He asked me.

“I don’t know if I’m up for a big thing, I did just almost die.” I say, sorta laughing about the whole thing.

“Well maybe we can do something in the hotel room? Like why don’t I make you dinner?” He questioned, keeping his eyes on the road.

“I think I’d like that Aaron.” I told him with a wink at the use of his first name.

“Don’t call me Aaron.” He said through a chuckle, and we headed back to the hotel.

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Don't Call Me Aaron

Part 2

WORDS: 1.7K

{TW: VIOLENCE, ALCOHOL}

I just needed some time to think, some time to myself. I went to the place I knew I could let go, the bar. I mean we had the rest of the night off, so there’s nothing wrong with cooling off at having a drink right?

I went back to the hotel to change quickly and was surprised to find the sluttiest red dress in the back of my suitcase, I don't remember putting this in my go-bag. It was bright red and the whole back was open, and it barely covered my ass. I decided to pair it with a nice black matching set I had brought with me because, well, you never know when you need to look good I guess.

“This dress is perfect.” I said to myself a slipping it on. I paired it with a nice pair of black heels and headed back to the car.

I arrived at the bar a little before midnight. When I walked in I was slightly surprised to see how busy it was. I walk over to the bartender and order two shots of tequila, that should get me started.

About an hour and two more shots later, I’m feeling it. I finally have the courage to go dance. I step out on to the floor with a little extra pep in my step now.

I found a very attractive man and decided to go for it. He had dark brown eyes, he was tall with broad shoulders. He was wearing fitted jeans that hugged his thighs just right, and a plain black t-shirt that showed off his muscular chest and arms. I walked over to him and began dancing with him. And he grabbed my hips to match his movement.

I had started getting really into it when he leaned over to whisper in my ear,

“That dress is stunning on you, why don't we go back to my place?”

I thought about it for a minute, that’s one way to get your mind off things. But not tonight. I planned to get an early start on the case tomorrow.

“I’m sorry, I can’t tonight. Maybe another night?” I whisper back to him. I try to walk away from him but he grabs my arm. Hard. Something is off about this man that I must not have noticed before now. Just not right.

“Don't worry, I'm just going to the bathroom, I'll be right back,” I tell him and he finally lets go of my arm. I start stumbling towards the bathroom feeling the stinging on my wrist eventually fade. Once I got into the stall, I called the only person I could think of. I was too drunk to drive considering I was 4 shots in and there was no way I was taking an Uber. I dial his number from my speed dial list and he answers on the first ring.

“Everything okay”? Hotch asks, even drunk I could feel the concern in his voice. The background on the other side of the phone was quiet. I wonder if he was at his hotel or still at the station.

“For the most part, yes. I'm at the bar, and everything was fine, but the guy I was dancing with, I don't know, he just feels- off. I tell him, trying with everything not to stumble over my words.

“You were dancing on someone?” he starts, but realizes what he says and changes the subject.

“Where are you? I’m coming.” He states, and I can’t help but feel relief.

“Okay thanks, Hotch, I’ll be waiting out front and I’ll text you the address.” I told him and hung up the phone. I walk out and the man I was with on the dance floor was waiting right outside the restroom door.

“What took you so long, sweetheart”? He slurred, I could smell the vodka on his breath.

“What are you talking about, I wasn't in there long,” I told him trying to walk past him toward the exit. He grabbed my hand again but this time I was able to break from his grip. I started quickly walking to the door and just made it outside with the man right behind me. He was still trying to grab at me. I tried to free myself from him but nothing was working, and I was too drunk to think of a better solution in the moment.

I turned back towards the road as a black SUV pulled up and Hotchner jumped out of the car.

“Hotch thank God, this man won't-” I started but was cut off when his fist collided with the man's jaw.

“Get away from her!” he yelled in between punches.

“Aaron don't!” I yelled, oh god please stop, I just want to get away from here. This has been the worst day I've ever had. I tried to get Hotch off of the man, but it was no use, he was on him like Reid to a book, there was no separating them. I didn't even notice the tears streaming down my cheeks, but Hotchner must have because he finally stopped beating the man's face in.

“Hey, everything is fine, let's go. Get in the car, c'mon.” he says and he snakes his arm around my waist to keep my drunken self from falling. He opens the door for me and helps me in, closing it behind him. Within a second he's in and starting the car.

“Why didn't you call me sooner?” he questions, not taking his eyes off the road. His brows were low almost like he was angry.

"I called you as soon as I realized something was wrong, Hotch." I tell I him, looking over to the driver's side to see him no longer looking at the road, but at me. His eyes rake down my body, I'm assuming just now noticing was I was wearing. He takes a long look at my bare legs before focusing back on the road. He was not being subtle what-so-ever about his looks. Why not have a little fun with him hm?

"You like what you see, Aaron?" I say, making my voice lower and deeper, trying to sound as sexy as I can. Hotch's face reddens slightly and he side eyes me from the drivers seat.

"How many times do I need to tell you not to call me Aaron. I am your boss." he says, seriously, but when he finishes, he's not looking me in the eye. His gaze is focusing on the lower half of my body.

"Why do you always get so pressed about me calling you by your first name? Aren't we friends too?" I ask him, with a nice little, flicker, I would call it, in my voice. "Or we could be more, you know." I reached over to put my hand on his that was resting on the top of his muscular thigh. He grabbed my hand and moved it back to my lap.

"This is unprofessional." He tells me, trying to stay focused on the road, but I can tell he likes what he sees. So I try to push him a little further. What's the worst that can happen? Well he could fire you and you would be broke and unemployed. Shut up sober me, I just want to have some fun with my suddenly, very attractive boss. How did I never notice before just how hot he is.

"Aaron," I began, barely talking over a whisper, "It would take a blind man to not see the way you're looking at me right now." I tell him with a smirk. I took my hand that he just moved away from him and put laid it at the top of his thigh, dangerously close to where I so desperately wanted to be. Aaron takes a deep breath through gritted teeth.

"You're drunk, and I'm not doing this with you." He tells me, eyes focused on my chest, which, thanks to this dress, doesn't leave much to the imagination.

We hit a pothole and I'm suddenly hyper-aware of how bumpy this car ride is. And I don't know if it's Hotch, or the four shots of tequila, but my stomach is doing flips and making me feel awful.

"Hotch, I don't feel too good now." I tell him, trying not to focus on the movement of the car, because that's making it way worse.

"Hey, it's okay, we are pulling up to the hotel now." He says to me in a concerned voice. I tried to hold it in, but just as he put the car in park, it was all over me and my dress, thankfully, I had somehow managed to contain it and keep it off of mostly everything in Hotch's car.

"Aaron, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I tried to hold it in but I couldn't," I tell him, his eyes flickering darkness by the use of his first name.

"It's fine. C'mon, let's get you inside and cleaned up." He tells me as he helps me get out of the car. His arm around my waist again as he walks me back up to my hotel room. He helps me lay down on the bed and goes into the bathroom to start the bathtub for me. Once it was full, Hotch walks back out into the main part of the room to help me up.

"Let me help you out of these clothes." He says with concern still laced in his voice. He begins to take my dress off, careful to not get any vomit in my hair. What a gentleman. I raise my arm to help Hotch get the dress over my head. His eyes go even darker than before when he realizes what I was wearing under my outfit. But I can tell he's trying to be respectful. He picks me up and carries into the bathroom and sets me down on the toilet.

"Get cleaned up, I'm going to head back to my room if you think you're okay now." He says to me, careful to not look at me.

"Thank you Aaron. I will see you in the morning. I appreciate you for taking care of me." I tell him, being sincere.

"Of course. I will see you tomorrow. I will make sure to lock the door behind me." he says as he walks away, not taking another look in my direction.

Part 2! I really enjoyed writing this chapter! I hope y'all enjoy! <3

Also please let me know if I forgot any triggers! Thanks!!

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Don’t Call Me Aaron

Part 1:

WORDS: 1.5K

You and Hotchner have just been called to go and check out a new crime scene for the case you’ve been working on for about a week now.

“I can’t believe we haven’t been able to catch this guy yet,” Hotch says, frustrated, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “This makes six women dead now.” I get it. We’ve been doing everything we can but this unsub is still one step ahead of us.

“I know,” I tell him, “But we aren’t going to give up. He’s getting angrier, which means he may mess up and leave something at the scene that will help us.” I tell him with as much confidence as I can muster at the moment. I’m trying to be hopeful, but this guy has done everything perfectly. Not a sliver of DNA at the crime scenes besides the victims.

The team doesn’t know, but this unsub has hit close to home for me. I’ve never been able to tell them what happened. All they know is that my mom passed when I was 8 and my dad has never been around. Everyone has been trying to find him, especially Hotchner, I don’t think he’s slept since we arrived in the small town of St. Augustine, Florida.

In the three years I’ve been with the BAU, I’ve never seen an unsub get to Hotch the way this one has. I couldn’t tell you exactly what it is about this particular case, but you can see it on his face. He almost looks like he could explode.

“Hotch, I’m worried about you,” I tell him, looking up at his dark brown eyes. “You need to eat and you need to sleep. Those aren’t things you can just skip.” I just need him to take care of himself.

“How am I expected to rest when you-” he starts to say but is cut off when we pull into the driveway of the crime scene. Every police car in the state of Florida must be here. Hotch finds a place to pull over and we jump out of the car.

By the time my feet hit the asphalt, Aaron is halfway to the house, taking giant strides to get there like someone he adored was being held hostage in that house. I run to catch up with him and we walk in together. And as soon as my feet are over the threshold,

Blood. Blood everywhere. On the walls. Floor. Cabinets. If it’s in the kitchen, it’s covered in dark red blood. It looked as if a tornado had gone straight through the center of the house. Not a single thing looked as if it belonged. And right in the middle of the kitchen table, a kitchen knife, covered from handle to tip in the darkest, crimson blood I’ve ever seen.

I tried to hide the horror and fear on my face but I must not have done a good job because if I thought Hotch walked quickly into the house, he was dragging me out before I could blink. I couldn’t do anything but stare ahead of me, motionless. Trying to get my mind back where it needed to be.

“Go wait in the car. Now.” He said staring down at me. He almost looks, sad. I do what I can to keep myself from looking weak.

“Hotch, I’m fine, c’mon,” I told him, sounding surprisingly okay. I tried to walk past him back to the house. I didn’t make it very far though; he stuck his arm out to stop me dead in my tracks. “Aaron, this is my job, and you know I’m capable or you wouldn’t have hired me in the first place. This is important that we look over every detail. I want to find him just as bad as you.” I tell him frustratingly. I know he’s worried about me, but I’m grown, and I can take care of myself. What happened to me is not something I’m just going to forget. The next best thing is to work through it.

“I don’t care if you say you’re fine or not. You’re not needed here. That’s an order. Take the car back to the police station and help Reid with the geographical profile. I’ll get a ride from one of the deputies.” He hands me the keys with a deep sigh. “And don’t call me Aaron.” he ends, and goes back into the house. I walk angrily back to the SUV. I can’t believe he just did that. How am I supposed to help catch this guy if Hotch doesn’t trust me and my skills?

. . .

A few hours later everyone gathered at the police headquarters to look over the pictures from the crime scene. As JJ is flicking through all the pictures, I can feel someone’s gaze on me. I look around the room to see Aaron Hotchner, staring so hard at me that I was sure he could see straight through me. I decide to ignore it for the time being, but putting a mental note in my head to tell him to stop acting like I’m going to fall apart. I look back at the TV to see the living room of the house, which looked like a whole other house compared to the kitchen. Everything in the room was pristine like it had never been used, almost like nobody even lived in the house.

“So Hotch, did y’all find anything at the house?” Morgan asked.

“We did find a few fingerprints, Garcia is running them through the database as we speak.” He said, yet still looking at me. I’m so tired of him. He’s not my dad, and he needs to stop acting like he is. I never got the joy of having one of those. I’ve had enough.

“Well, we could have missed something since Hotch decided not to let me even look at the scene.” I told the group, but staring right at Aaron with boiling anger. I hadn’t even noticed my fists clenched at my sides until I could feel my fingernails digging into my palms.

“Why not?” Reid questioned, looking back and forth between me and Hotch. I’d love to see what he comes up with as a good excuse.

“Not that it’s anyone’s business, but she wasn’t needed. There were plenty of deputies there and I needed her here working on the geographical profile.” He told everyone. “It will take a few hours to get the results back from Garcia on those fingerprints, so everyone go home and rest, we will meet back here first thing in the morning.” I am exhausted and ready to be home so I can just sit in the silence. I need to be alone. I gathered all my stuff off the table and headed towards the door, but of course, it’s not that simple.

“Agent, a word please,” Hotchner says looking at me. Of course, I’m in trouble. And the group must have heard because they all turn and give me a sympathetic look before walking out and shutting the door behind them. I take a seat back at the table while Hotch continues to stand.

“What the hell was that?!” He inquires, with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Oh like you have no idea. You completely invalidated my skills today and made me feel like I wasn’t good enough to be on the team, Aaron” I spit back at him, sure to add his first name there at the end to make sure he gets the point. He starts walking in my direction and takes a seat directly next to me.

“I will not tell you again, do not call me Aaron.” He tells me through gritted teeth.

“Hotch I need to know why. Why did you send me back? I know I’m one of the best profilers in the BAU. I want to be treated as so, not like a five-year-old girl who needs her daddy.” I ask desperate to know the answer. I hate feeling like I’m not good enough, I’ve felt like that my whole life and things finally got better when I started working for the FBI.

“You want to know why?!” Hotch yells, standing again. He starts to pace around the room like he’s begging to get something off his chest. Something he’s been holding in since we got to Florida last week.

“Something is off about this case with you, I can feel it. And your face when you saw the crime scene, it was something I’d never seen in you before. I wasn’t going to sacrifice your well-being over this case.” He says, his pacing paused to gauge my reaction.

“Well that’s not your decision to make sir, I can figure that out myself. I am perfectly capable.” I tell him, swiftly standing from my chair to match him.

“What’s wrong, honestly?” He asks me, searching my eyes like they have the answer. But they don’t, I do.

“That’s none of your business, Aaron.” I spit as I grab my things and walk out, slamming the door behind me.

Part 1 to my series, writing part 2 now!! My first time writing, by the way, give me suggestions please on where I could take this story! Thank you! ❤️❤️