#Rossi

[quinnlyyy]

rossi: who the fuck added me to a groupchat

jj: language, rossi

garcia: yeah watch your fucking language!

morgan: okay who taught garcia the fuck word

emily: 'the fuck word'

reid: you guys see the f word all the time...

garcia: oh my god he censored it

emily: say fuck, reid

morgan: do it, reid. say fuck.

[zvdvdlvr]

— Leaning to Live Again.

— 🪻. Synopsis. It’s been four and a half months since your fall. You’re starting physical therapy, and the team (and your husband) is there for you every step of the way- as Aaron gets started on filing a product liability lawsuit.

— 🪻. Warnings. Foul language. Frustrated reader. Female reader. Welder reader. Husband Spencer. Physical therapy. 1.6k fic. Mildly rushed ending. Not mych dialogue. I have no physical therapy experience, so I apologize for any incorrect terms/activities/phrases. Pet names.

— 🪻. Extra. Welder!Reader is getting a lot of love :))) Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!

— 🪻. Other Welder!Reader fics. Lunch Break. Alive and Breathing.

You spent five weeks in the ICU, four of them in a medically induced coma. The doctor said that it was so you actually gave your body time to recover; the first few weeks after surgery was always the rockiest stage of any major injury.

Spencer spent every waking hour with you, if you were conscious or not. He read to you, had conversations with you, and told you anything that came to mind because he knows you love his voice. After three nights straight at the hospital, the nurses practically begged Spencer to go home, rest, recuperate, and get cleaned up. And Spencer admits, he felt a lot better after going back to your shared home.

When the doctors decided it was time to wake you up, Spencer was all but shoved out of the room. Something abour “not overwhelming her” or something. Spencer wasn’t listening anyway. After texting JJ, she told Spencer she’d let everyone know the news as they were currently in South Dakota catching a serial rapist and killer. And then Spencer resolved to pacing, reciting each song lyric you told Spencer reminded you of him. He repeated the few poems he had gotten you to read, voice softening as you read the words. And Spencer repeated the vows you and him had written for each other, remembering your face and your voice, the way you stood and how you smelled. He relived it as you were being pulled out of the darkness of your unconscious.

“Dr. Reid?” The nurse asked, pausing Spencer mid-step. He watched a few other nurses file out, and Spencer felt his heart beat a little faster in his chest.

“Yes?” He answered, breath held.

“Mrs. Reid is awake. You are more than welcome to go in there, but don’t put her on any additional stress.”

Spencer had barely said ‘thank you’ before he was hightailing it to the side of your bed. He felt the wind rush out of his lunge when he saw you blinking harshly, eyes trying to adjust to the light.

“Hey sweetheart,” Spencer whispered, tears trailing down his cheeks. He sat down and carefully took your callused hands in his.

You cleared your throat. “Hi,” you said finally, voice gravely from disuse. “You okay?”

A watery laugh bubbled out of Spencer. “You fall off a building and you ask me if okay. Baby, I love you so much.”

“Takes more than a fall to take me away from you, husband,” you murmured, letting your hand trace Spencer’s cheek. “But… how is everyone doing? I heard some of the things you guys said when I was… out, but I want to hear from you.”

The genius looked away, salty tears dampening his beautiful eyelashes. “Hotch is planning to prosecute the guys who made the safety harness that you wore because we all know you never would have worn something that was unsafe or had been recalled. We’ve just…” Spencer sniffled, turning his head to look back at you, “I guess we’ve just kept busy.”

You hummed. “How long will I be out of the showbusiness?”

Spencer looked at you, your eyes tired despite all the sleep you had been getting. He knew your world would shatter when he told you that you’d be in recovery for at least another year and a half. Your lipped twitched- an attempt to get the man you loved to smile. Yet again Spencer felt his heart crack: this was going to break you. “Doc says… about two years.”

The pointer finger still tracing Spencer’s face stilled. Your face blanked and Spencer felt the ari leave his lungs at how you looked at him. “What did you say?”

Spencer took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles as his tears fell onto your own and then slid down down down to the cold hospital floor. “Two years, baby.”

“Years. Tw-Two years,” you repeated in a whisper. “Two years.”

Spencer’s eyes shut. Your head fell back on the pillow, eyes boring holes into the ceiling as your own tears welled in your eyes.

“I know, baby, I know,” Spencer cried as you wept silently.

“You got this, wife,” Spencer whispered, pecking the crown of your head before going to stand across you, metal bars on either side of the wheelchair you carefully stood from.

It was your twenty third day of physical therapy, and boy was it hell. Your entire bottom half hurt, feeling as if fire consumed your muscles as you shakily got used to being on your feet again. Your back hurt the worst, though. You tried to play it off the best you could, but when the shooting pain took hold of the sensitive nerves of your spine, you couldn’t do more than screw your eyes shut andprace your head for the inevitable fall.

It had been getting better, you thought. Taking your first six steps was getting easier. Getting out of the pool was easier, and you could stand up without yelping in pain. But still, as you pushed through eveey PT session, you couldn’t help but feel disgusted at yourself for not being able to do basic human activities.

Spencer really atuck to his vows, remaining steadfast at your side through everything. He was at your every beck and call, updating you on your coworkers and all the other people you’d grown close to as a welder and as a woman. Spence took pride being able to help you, being your rock as you always are for him.

Aaron was actively prosecuting the company that produced the faulty equipment. As requested by Spencer, Aaron didn’t tell you much. It was better in both of their minds that you focused on recovery and not having Hotch dumb down the details of legal stuff- not that you were dumb, you just weren’t as educated as Spencer and Aaron. Obviously.

Penelope made a point to bring you food every other day. With her she brought a big hug, warm smile, and hot tea. You listened closely to the gossip she had to share, grateful that she didn’t try overly hard to comfort you- she was just like a sister in that way.

Emily stopped by when she could, but understandably had other plans for her time off; i.e.: napping. When she came Emily brought a book or two she had seen and thought of you about or a magazine.

J.J. tried as hard as Penny did, bringing Henry and Will whenever possible. You appreciated the family, feeling fully accepted as J.J.’s soul sister, despite only knowing Spencer’s coworkers for almost a year. Henry had clicked with you right away and told you stories as he snuggled up to you in the hospital bed. When he fell asleep, Will and J would make conversation with you.

Derek had dinner with you and Spencer every weekend. He brought something new every time and always shut sown your protests at how expensive it must have been, aspecially since the three of you combined could eat $300 worth of food- having fast metabolism and being an athletic person was worth bragging about while shoving half pound birgers into your mouth. Despite just the good food, Derek made sure to talk with just you, offering a deep conversation or a lightheard bickering session, letting you know you weren’t alone.

Rossi visited every time he had time. David had grown fond of you and your personality. You were a hardworking, sincere, and (painfully) honest person. All admirable traits, Rossi thought. He always brought flowers, chocolate, and a milkshake/smoothie for you. Though his visits were shorter in comparison to Derek’s or Penny’s, David visited more frequently. He filled you in on details of the lawsuit Aaron was working on, staff drama, and other fatherly conversation.

Slowly, the months passed.

60 more days passed before the hospital finally brought up your discharge.

Through all that time you had managed to re-gain the ability to walk, run, swim 2 laps uninterrupted, and were improving daily.

You were proud of your progress, but especially thankful of all the people that had stood by your side the entire way. Your eyes burned just thinking about the love Spencer’s family your family had for you.

When one of the nurses you had grown close to finally brought up your discharge, you threw your arms around her and practically cried tears of joy. Spencer kept his composure better, but you could see the shine in his eyes as he discussed the details as you pulled yourseld away from the nurse.

The team was on a case when you reported back to them, but J.J. and Derek immediately set up a quick video call to voice their happiness. Even Aaron stepped in frame, a warm smile on his face as he spoke of how happy he was for you. David showed up right at the end. You swear you saw a tear roll down his cheek as he told you how proud he was of you, how strong you are, and how thankful he is that you’re okay.

Beside you, Spencer ran his hands through your hair with a shaking hand. He, too, cried.

It was two weeks later when you shoved your bags in the back of your truck (you insisted it be the vehicle Spencer drove home) and left the hospital.

“I love you Spencer Walter Reid.”

The two of you stood, leaning against each other, in front of your home. The feeling of Spencer’s warm body under your touch made you feel alive- electric, even. You felt like you could do anything as you carried your own bags into your own home with your own husband.

With Spencer by your side, you were finally learning how to live again.

[imdefinitelyfloating]

8 x 2 The Pact

[specialagentlokitty]

Rossi x reader - trust in you

hi, I hope you’re doing well 🫶🏻 I was wondering if I could please request something where reader desperately wants relapse with sh but instead winds up talking to her father figure hotch or Rossi (or both)? No pressure if you don’t want to write it. I absolutely love your writing 🥰🥰 - @twwobsessed 💜

TW: mentions of self harm and negative thoughts

Some cases hit people harder than others, usually you were able to remain objective about the cases, put all those normal thoughts of sadness, despite, hatred for people to the back of your mind.

But your most recent case had you finding it hard to do that, it hit a little too close to home for you, and no one on the team knew that, you carried on going through it.

You saw the case through to the end, but it was hard, and you couldn’t stop thinking about it as you flicked through the book in your lap, pretending you were reading.

You didn’t really talk to anybody when you got back, instead of doing your paperwork like normal you went straight back home.

You went for a bath, made a cup of tea, tried reading a book but nothing was helping you relax.

You had resorted to pacing back and forth along your hallway, pinging the elastic band around your wrist, trying to resist the unbearable urge you had to scratch, to try get rid of this itch that seemed to be buried deep within your skin.

You knew scratching wouldn’t work, no matter how much you scratch you would never be able to get rid of that itch.

Your brain was running a million miles an hour with all the thoughts, feelings and urges you had worked through a long time ago.

But they came back.

It was like you could never escape, no matter how well you seemed to be doing they always came back, always haunting you.

Your own mind begging you to inflict pain on yourself.

You didn’t want to, you had been clean for nearly a year, you had fought this all by yourself, you had never told anybody about your struggles.

Everybody struggled, dealt things their own way and this is how you had been ever since you were a teenager, even when you went through the academy, even as you joined the BAU, where you had been for the past three years.

You kept it all to yourself.

It was destroying you.

It was going to destroy you and you knew that.

You didn’t want to do this anymore, you didn’t want to go back into that life, you didn’t want to slip into old habits.

Grabbing your keys, you pulled on one of your hoodies and went to your car, heading to the person you knew would most likely still be up at this time.

You didn’t have your phone so you couldn’t call saying you were outside, so you settled for just knocking on the door until you finally heard somebody coming over.

Lowering your hand, you watched as the door was swung open, showing the worried and confused face of your coworker.

“(Y/N) what’s wrong?” Rossi asked.

You took a shaky breath, running a hand down your face.

“I.. I.. I need help…” you whispered.

“Come here, come on.”

Rossi held his hand out for you and you took it, letting him pull you in for a hug as he closed his front door.

Tears fell from your eyes, and you quietly sobbed, gripping the back of his shirt tightly.

“I.. I can’t do this anymore…”

Rossi held the back of your head, running a hand up and down your back.

“I need you to tell me what happened…” he whispered.

“I can’t.. I don’t… I can’t.. I can’t do this alone anymore…”

Rossi pulled away, placing a hand on your shoulder to lead you to the couch, gently sitting you down.

“Wait right here.”

He rushed away to get you a glass of water, and he came back, handing it out to you and you set it on the table.

Rossi also get down a box of tissues for you, and he finally sat down, taking one of your hands in his.

“I need you to talk to me (Y/N)…” he whispered.

You sniffled a little bit, running a hand down your face as you took a deep breath.

“This case.. I.. it brought back memories…”

Rossi slowly nodded his head.

“I.. I lived the same way as the victims…”

“(Y/N) the unsub chose his victims because he believed they could never recover, he believed they were sick, and they needed help to die. You know this. He targeted people who used forms of self harm as a method to get through every day life.”

You sniffled a little bit, slowly nodded your head.

“I know… that’s why I.. I.. I couldn’t help you…”

“You said you were called away on an urgent matter.”

You shook your head.

“I lied…”

“We would have known.”

You left out a weak laugh, burying your face in your arms tapping the back of your head a few times.

“I got so used to lying that I… I learned how to tell the perfect lie…”

“(Y/N) did you do something? Did something happen?” Rossi asked.

“No.. no that’s.. that uh.. why I came here…”

Rossi slowly nodded his head and you sat up, carefully rolling the sleeves of your hoodies up.

Rossi reached out, hesitating before he gently took one of your arms.

He ran he thumb along the rigid scars that were embedded deep in your skin.

He could tell they were old, and he didn’t need to ask in order to figure out what they were caused by.

“How long were you doing this to yourself?”

“Years…”

He nodded, pulling your sleeve down for you, and he did the same to your other arm, letting you go ahead and hide them once again.

Rossi held his arms around for you.

You shuffled over, letting him hold you, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I need you to tell me everything (Y/N), okay? You can’t leave anything out.”

You nodded in agreement.

You told Rossi everything, from how and when it started, to when you managed to stop and everything in between.

Rossi didn’t speak, he quietly listened to you, and when you stopped talking that’s when he spoke up.

“Was it something in the case that trigged this emotions for you?” He asked.

You nodded again.

“Going through their lives, seeing how they all had the same trauma, the same feelings of wanting to just disappear.. knowing I had the same thoughts.. it.. it made me realise that could have been me…”

“What makes you think that?”

“Rossi he was the third therapist in my list in case I couldn’t get to the other two…”

You felt his grip tighten around you, and he ran his hand up and down your arm.

“I got the second one on the list…”

Rossi slowly nodded his head.

“I.. I can’t do this alone Rossi…”

“You’re not alone (Y/N), you’re never alone. You know this. You have a whole team, a whole family behind you, willing to support you if you asked them.”

You shook your head.

“No.. no I.. I don’t.. don’t tell them…”

“Alright, I don’t have to tell the team anything. But I need you to promise me something.”

You sniffled a little, nodding your head.

“You keep coming here, to me, if you get these feelings again. You never harm yourself again, can you promise me that?”

You nodded again.

“Good, now, I just so happened to be getting ready to cook. Your favourite in fact, would you like to help me?”

You sat up, looking at him as you wiped the tears from under your eyes.

“Do you get that funky cheese I like?”

This made Rossi chuckle a little bit.

“Yes, I got the mozzarella, and I got everything you need to make your own mozzarella sticks since you seem to enjoy them so much.”

You stood up, sorrowing up your sleeves as you followed him to the kitchen and he got everything you needed to make your favourite snacks.

Rossi noted the elastic band around your wrist, and he said nothing about it.

“Thank you for trusting me.” He said quietly.

You smiled a little at him.

“Thank you for always being there for me…”

Rossi smiled, placing his hand on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

“I’m always here for you kiddo.”

You nodded your head, going back to making your snacks while he began cooking the actual meal itself

[mrs-ssa-hotch]

He just looked so good this day 🥵

[meet-me-in-the-pouringrain]

dave rossi took one look at emily prentiss and went ‘mine. my daughter. back off shes my kid’ and never looked back

[ditinarosse2]

Un po’ di movimento per i piedini !!!

[girlfriendline]

c'mere bro let me cradle your head after that sick pass

hawks @ wild || 3.12.23

[beelmons]

thank you @blackbird-brewster for your very accurate tag of #david rossi on that one post

[quinnlyyy]

garcia: what makes you all smile?

jj: friends and family

rossi: alcohol

emily: seeing derek fall down the stairs

morgan: wha-

reid: face muscles.

[masterwords]

4x18 - Omnivore

[moodscreens]

criminal minds ; simple lockscreens

like/reblog | @spearbinsung

[specialagentlokitty]

Rossi x reader - I’ll still love you

Walking into the office, you paused in your tracks as you tried to process what you were seeing.

You placed a hand over your mouth, to hold in the laughter rising in your chest, and you slowly walked over.

“Renovating the office?” You snickered.

“This you?” Rossi asked.

You laughed loudly, shaking your head and you walked over to your desk, pulling out your bag.

Setting it on the desk you opened it, pulling out a couple of shirt from inside and you looked over at him.

“No, no it wasn’t me but this is amazing.”

“So you didn’t hide a trap of paint in my office cause I have to tell you that’s a very you thing to do. You gave Hotch a glitter bomb on his birthday.”

“Come on, that was hilarious though.”

You gestured for him to follow you, and he did.

You took him to the kitchen, sitting him down on a chair, you filled the sink with warm water, putting a shirt in it before walking over.

Taking a chair you set it down in front of him and you sat down, carefully cleaning the paint from his face.

Rossi rested a hand on your knee, and you smiled gently at him.

“Did you call the cleaners to sort it?”

“Yeah, yeah they’re on the way now.”

You nodded your head.

“Really though Dave, it wasn’t me I swear. Glitter is more my thing right now, it’s funnier.”

He chuckled a little.

“Yes, but you’re the only one on this team who pulls pranks like that.”

You grinned proudly at him.

Once you were finished cleaning the paint from his face, you handed him the shirt so he could clean his hands.

“Why are you here? You don’t usually come in on weekends.” Rossi said.

“I was bored, and I knew you’d be here. I wanted to see if you wanted to go for lunch?”

He smiled.

“Well, preferably not covered in paint. But I would love to have lunch with you my dear, you know that. However, I have a different idea.”

You hummed a little, soaking the other shirt in the water so you could carry on cleaning his face, standing behind him to clean the back of his neck.

“How about I make you some lunch instead? Your favourite?”

“Pizza?”

Rossi laughed.

“If you want pizza then that’s what I’ll make, but I need to go home and get this paint out.”

“Let’s go then!”

You grabbed his things, and the two shirt you used and rushed down to your car.

You were going to meet Rossi at his place, so you went to yours first to toss the shirts in the wash.

You weren’t too bothered about the white paint hand print on your jeans, you just jumped back in your car to go to his, letting yourself in.

You wondered around, sitting on the bar stool as you waited for Rossi to come through which didn’t take long.

He placed his hand on the side of your face as he walked past, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he began to get everything ready.

“Are you going to help?”

You smirked a little, resting your elbow on the counter and your chin on your hand.

“I think I’d prefer to just watch.”

Rossi chuckled a little.

“You’re a charmer aren’t you?”

“Always have been.” You beamed.

“Well, too bad it ain’t working, here.”

Rossi handed you everything, and he stood next to you as he talked you through what to do.

This is what you loved, just the small things, spending time with one another, just cooking, or listening to music.

Just spending time with one another when you weren’t on a case, keeping a low profile, keeping your relationship to yourselves.

Rossi did most of the cooking though, because as he learned the hard way, cooking wasn’t exactly your strong point.

While he was waiting for the dough to set, he walked over to you, holding his hand out with a gentle smile.

“Can I interest you in a dance?”

You reached up, placing your hand in his.

“You absolutely can.”

Rossi moved you away from the counter, both of you just dancing around the kitchen while you waited.

You smiled softly at him, be brought a hand up, running his knuckles along your cheek.

“You are so beautiful…” he whispered.

He brushed his fingers along the burn scar behind your ear, and you tensed up a little, arching your head away from him.

“Hey… don’t do that..” he whispered.

Rossi stopped dancing and so did you.

He placed a hooked a finger under your jaw, tilting your head back towards him.

“You’re so beautiful (Y/N), you don’t have to hide away from me…”

“I know…”

He smiled softly, running his thumb along the skin on your cheek, and you leant into his touch, closing your eyes as you let out a hum of content.

Rossi leant down, kissing your forehead, then gently pressed a kiss to your lips before he pulled away.

“You are more than these scars…”

Rossi placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Which means, my dear, you don’t need to wear this jacket when you’re with me. I know it’s heavy and makes you uncomfortable.”

You shrugged the jacket off, letting him take it, and he hung it on the back of a chair, taking your hands in his.

He took a moment to study the burns on your upper arm, then he looked at you.

“Absolutely perfect.”

“You’re corny.”

“I’m telling the truth.”

“Corny Dave!”

You slipped out from his grasp, taking a few steps and he chuckled a little bit as he watched you.

You grinned at him, ducking under his arm as he reached for you and he turned around, holding his hand out to you.

“Come now, that’s not playing nice.”

You placed your hand in his, walking over to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you resting your forehead on his chest.

“I love you..” he whispered.”

You went to reply but you were stopped by the sound of his phone ringing.

He sighed, stepping away as he walked over to the counter.

“Is it Hotch?”

“No, it’s Garcia.”

He answered the phone, and you walked over, standing beside him and he placed a hand on your lower back.

You leant into his side, closing your eyes with your head against him.

Rossi brought his hand up, playing with the hair on the back of your neck.

You smiled softly.

In the quiet, you could hear the voice talking on the other end of the line, and you furrowed your brows a little bit, tuning into it.

“So we haven’t been invited?”

Rossi stopped speaking to listen to Garcia on the other end of the phone, and you looked at your phone on the counter.

Walking over, you picked it up, signalling to Rossi you had to take a call and he nodded his head.

Walking over, you kissed his cheek and left the room.

You didn’t have a call to take, but you did make a very short call, then made another call as you left his house.

You drove back to your apartment to grab a couple of things before sending Rossi a text to say that you weren’t feeling well and went home.

Making your way back outside, you got a cab to the airport and went to California.

You walked out of the terminal and found a familiar face looking back at you.

“Hey, I’m sorry to call you out here.”

Walking over, you brought your nephew in for a hug, patting the back of his head.

“I told you I’d always come for you if you needed me to Derek, what’s going on?”

“I’ll explain when we get there, but Scott’s dad called your team.”

“I know he did, I was there.”

Derek nodded, taking you out to his car.

“Look, Scott’s dad still doesn’t know anything, we’re trying to keep it that way. So far we don’t know what we’re dealing with here.”

“Take me Stilinski. I’ll get the reports from him.”

“Sure thing. Do you think they’ll come out here?”

“No doubt in the back of my mind. If McCall called them in, they’ll come. Right now my boss thinks I’m sick.”

Derek nodded, and he took you back to your home town, straight to the sheriffs station.

You jogged inside, walking over to the man in charge and you stepped in front of him.

“Tell me everything you know and fast, McCall can’t catch me here he’ll tell my team.”

Stilinski nodded his head, holding a file out to you, and you set it on the desk, taking photos using Derek’s phone.

“I’ll read it when I get back, I can’t go with Derek they’ll most likely interview him to see if this is Peter. It’s not though, can I stay with you?”

“Yeah, I’ll call Stiles, get him to set out the couch, we’ll sort something else for you tomorrow.”

“Thanks Noah!”

You ran out, jumping straight back into the car and Derek took you to the Stilinski house and you were greeted by Scott and his friends.

“Right kids, listen up. My team may question you, do not, and I repeat, do not tell them that I am here, do not even tell them you know me. Do not talk about this over the phone or text, only in person.”

“Why?” Stiles asked.

“Because our tech analyst is the best in the business and no doubt she’ll get into each and every one of your phones.”

He nodded his head.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just join them?” Lydia asked you.

“No, I need to make sure this isn’t my brother, then when we’ve figured it out if it’s supernatural I’ll take them out, if it isn’t I’ll let my team handle it.”

“We think it’s hunters.” Scott said.

“What makes you think that?”

The door was opened and closed, and you looked over, watching as the man walked in.

“Because these techniques come straight from our books.”

“Yeah, like burning families homes down come from your books too?”

He sighed.

“That was Kate, I promise you I had nothing to do with that.” Chris said.

You narrowed your eyes at him, and you carefully walked to stand next to your nephew, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m not working with him…”

“If you don’t then we’re never going to find Peter.” He whispered.

You flicked your gaze to Derek.

“I know you want to find him (Y/N). Let argent help.”

With a heavy sigh, you nodded your head, agreeing to just for now but you kept your distance.

You listened as they all spoke, making a note of it all in your head.

“They’re looking for information, most likely something Peter knows.”

“Derek is going to be the first suspect, then you are.”

“Why us?” Derek asked.

“Well, you’re his nephew. They’ll think it has something to do with you being framed, anger, stuff like that. Argent because of what happened to his wife, and his sister. Everything here links back to The Hale and Argent Family, a massive loop.”

You turned to stiles.

“Do you have a board?”

He grinned a little.

“Of course I do!”

You all followed him while he explained and showered everything he had compiled so far.

Walking over you began to explain everything to them, highlighting certain parts of information that Stiles had collected.

You kept the younger pack away from your investigation not wanting to put them in harms way.

You did everything you would’ve done if you were with your team, which by yourself was a lot harder.

Sitting in a coffee shop, you flicked through some of your papers.

“I think I might have something.”

You looked up, gesturing for Chris to sit down and he did, pulling out his laptop from his bag.

“I asked a few people I know, which isn’t many now, but there is some talk about a group of rouge hunters holding a werewolf. There’s no name, there’s also no reason, they just think it’s fun. Eventually they’ll kill him.”

You looked at the footage he had, and you played it, carefully watching what was going on.

Then you rewound the video and played it again.

“No, no it’s not random.”

You pushed the laptop back towards him.

“They’re looking for me.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m the only one who got away, I killed their boss.”

He immediately snapped his attention back to you, setting his coffee cup down.

“What?”

“I killed their boss, they got Peter to try get to me.”

“Then you’re probably the real target.”

You slowly nodded your head, looking at your phone as it chimed.

“And it looks like they’ll stop at nothing to get to me. We need to go, now, to the loft.”

“I’ll drive.” Chris said.

You grabbed your papers and his bag, rushing out after him.

He sped, blowing through red lights, the reassurance of you would get him out of any tickets or court cases.

There were police cars outside, along with the familiar SUV’s, and you jumped out the car.

“Hide the papers, stay here, if you go in they’ll arrest you for coming in armed.”

“Just give me the signal.”

You nodded, jogging into the building, the local officers let you through.

You could hear voices, a lot of overlapping chatter, shouting, and you made your way into the loft.

“Finally, they woman we want.”

“You let that kid go and we’ll talk.”

The masked woman scoffed slightly, shaking her head.

“Not a chance.”

You walked forward, standing next to Stilinski and Hotch.

You ignored the prying looks of your team, and you flicked your eyes to the burning pile of plant matter in the middle of the room.

“Nice touch right? Wolfsbane, to expose you all to the people you love most.”

“I don’t care about that. I care about that teenager you’re holding hostage.”

“Please, he’s a threat. Just like you, your nephew and your brother.”

“My brother made that teenager who he was, I helped teach my brother be who he is. If you want to kill somebody kill me.”

“(Y/N)!” Rossi hissed.

You ignored him, and you took a few steps forward.

“I killed your boss.”

“I know.”

You slowly walked around, red eyes boring into hers.

“Let him go, take me to my brother and I’ll give myself up.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“What do I have to lose? You’ve already exposed this pack, you’ve knocked Derek unconscious, you want to ruin my life right? Make me pay?”

You walked over to the two, and you crouched down, swinging your claws at her leg.

Someone else grabbed you, holding a gun to your head turning to the team, and you eyes locked with theirs.

You took a deep breath, avoiding looking at Rossi in anyway.

“Let Scott go and you can have me…”

You turned to the unsub, holding your hand out.

“Just let him go…”

She reached out, taking your hand and pushed Scott away and he landed on the floor with a heavy thud.

Stilinski knelt down, placing a hand on Scott’s back, patting it a few times as he coughed.

“You’re not getting out of this.” Hotch said.

“I think we are.” She smirked.

You reached behind you, tapping on the glass and it shattered, letting her team run out ahead of you guys.

You grabbed her hand.

“(Y/N) don’t!” JJ yelled.

You pulled the woman after you, pushing her through the window first.

You jumped down, running along the next roof until you jumped down to the road, running after her.

“How did you know?!” She yelled.

“I recognised your scent! Take me to him then run!”

She nodded her head, leading the way for you.

Hotch was immediately on the phone while Rossi just watched you disappear.

“Garcia get me everything on The Hale family now. And whatever you can on (Y/N).”

They all waited around.

“Oh, oh okay. Oh… oh god…”

“What is it?” Morgan asked.

“The Hale family home went up in flames years ago, there were only three recorded survivors, Peter hale who is currently missing, and Derek hale. And (Y/N)! (Y/N) was in the fire, she was taken to hospital where she then went missing for two years before being found stumbling along a highway three states over covered in blood.”

There was a small pause.

“Oh there’s more! She was found to have suffered major burns down her left side, behind her ear, on her shoulder and her bicep. She never told anybody what had happened.”

“Where is she heading now?”

“I.. I don’t know.”

“The house…”

Everybody turned to Derek who sat up, rubbing his head.

“She would have gone to house, I think that’s where they’re holding Peter.”

The BAU rushed that way, trying to get to the old hale home where you were already at, getting your brother out with the help of your friend.

“They’ll be back soon, get Peter out of here. And thank you Maya, I’ll let them know you weren’t a threat.”

She nodded, helping Peter away with Chris, and you began to go through the home trying to figure out what it was they were looking for.

There was a bang, and flames shot up around the place, and you ran down the stairs to see the flames quickly spreading.

The man at the door smirked and stepped back, you heard the shouting of your team.

You back away from the flames, jumping down the railing, knowing it was at least safer down there as the flames climbed the stairs.

You ran to the back door, but it was covered as well.

You tried to find any escape but there wasn’t any.

The flames were growing hotter, the smoke burning into your lungs, and you backed into the living room.

“(Y/N)?!” Emily yelled.

You didn’t reply, you started to panic.

You began to panic, memories flooding back to you, and you slumped against the wall, tears burning your eyes.

“No… no… no…”

“(Y/N)!”

There was another bang, and you felt the floorboards until you give way.

“Let’s go!” Scott yelled.

He and Derek helped you up, taking you the way they had managed to get in through a small gap, pushing you through it.

Scott jogged away, and Derek crouched behind you, hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re okay.”

“Peter… where’s Peter…?”

“Safe, he’s with Argent.”

You slowly nodded your head, taking a few deep breaths.

“They know somethings wrong.”

“Of course they do… they’re not stupid…”

Derek laughed a little, helping you up, and he walked you around the house where your team were stood but you couldn’t look at them.

You felt ashamed that you had showed yourself to them, they found out this way, they found out about you.

“(Y/N) what the hell were you thinking?!” Rossi snapped.

He went to walk over and you shuffled behind your nephew.

“I need to go see in brother I.. I’m sorry…”

You walked over to Derek’s car and got in, not paying them any mind as left them all behind even if it hurt you needed to make sure Peter was safe first.

“We need everything we can on The Hale family.” Hotch said.

“There’s something missing, and I think those teenagers, and the sheriff know more than they’re saying.” Rossi said

[pinksloosh]

[Y/n laying on Spencer and begins to fall asleep]

Spencer: Did you know that dogs only sleep on you when they truly trust you?

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Y/n: Did you just call me a bitch?

[redkid001]

Rossi, in a high voice, holding Barbie: Hey, Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Hotch, in a deep voice, holding Ken: Nonsense, Barbie. You’re staying home and having my kids.

Prentiss: What the fuck are you guys doing?

Rossi: Playing systemic oppression