i don't make deals

𝚂𝚂𝙰    𝙰𝙰𝚁𝙾𝙽    𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙽𝙴𝚁    :    unit    𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇    of    quantico's    𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍    𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒔    unit    of    CBS'    𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻    𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳𝚂   𝖺𝗇    𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽    𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽.    𝖺    𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.    𝖺    𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗋    𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗋.    𝖺    𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.   𝖺    𝗐𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗐.    𝖺    𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝗈𝗋.   PROTECTED    BY    CAMERON.   they  /  them.   thirty.   GMT.  𝖺   𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗒   𝗈𝖿    𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇    𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗋    ,    𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽    𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒    ,    𝗍𝗁𝖾    𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌    𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍    𝗈𝖿    𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅    𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾    𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍    𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅    𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍  ,    𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿  ,    &    𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍.     𝚒𝚗𝚍.  &    𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎.  MUTUALS  ONLY.

❝    i    didn't    tell    them    the    truth.    i    didn't    tell    them    what    it's    like    to    spend    your    days    in    this    hell.   ❞

𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒-𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎.

↳ LOIS LANE  𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍  ➞  ”  i  know  its  dangerous …  that’s  why  i  brought  you  along. ” 

a  sense  of  dread  fills  her,  shoulders  tense  at  his  request.  reliving  that  night,  terrible  and  gruesome.  sleep  had  been  sparse  since,  often  waking  up  bathed  in  sweat.  it  is  a  sacrifice  she  would  rather  avoid,  but  at  the  same  time  something  that  must  be  done.  

          ❝  when  do  we  start?  ❞          voice  frail  followed  by  a  clearing  of  her  throat.  nervously  twirling  a  strand  of  blonde  hair  around  her  finger.  sooner  rather  than  later,  a  half  but  strained  smile  is  offered.  

HE KNEW TO take even the briefest loss of consciousness with total seriousness. “Hotch? Hotch!” Spencer exclaimed, calling into the portable radio for the medical team. Panic lurched through his veins, but the boy genius kept his head long enough to do basic first aid. His skilled fingers brushed up against his chief’s airway and pulse point to assure he continued breathing…

Luckily, his comrade-in arms didn’t have any lasting injuries. While his friends insisted they have shifts to watch over Hotch’s bedside, Spencer claimed the MOST. During his vigil, the guilt gnawed at his stomach as he sat cross-legged on the hospital sofa with a book on his lap. 

HOTCH    AWOKE    WITH    A    GROAN  ,  𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑   𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕   𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝   𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜   𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜   𝚝𝚘   𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑   𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝   𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎   𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎.   with   a   HEAVY   head  ,  his   thoughts   feel   jumbled.   whether   that’s   due   to   a  PHARMACEUTICAL   HAZE   or   some   kind  of   injury  ,  he   isn’t  quite  sure  yet.     “   𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 ?  “