Hotch's adopted teenage son (reader) meeting the team after getting in a fight at school with a substitute who couldn't understand why Reader couldn't focus on school qhile his dad was at work (but Hotch doesn't know that's why Reader can't focus on school work. He thinks it's the rebel phase)
Warnings: Anxiety, mentions reader is nauseous
Word count: 845
You just couldnât focus. Your mind was going a mile a minute, you were talking to your dad at lunch and then with little to no explanation, he had hung up. You had texted him and the team multiple times but no one got back to you. You had then tried to phone Garcia, but the line was engaged, so you resorted to texting her. You felt sick and anxiety swarmed in your chest, you felt like you couldnât breathe. You had tried everyone you could possibly think of and no one was answering. That usually meant something bad had happened or they were about to go into a bad situation. And then the bell rang.Â
âMr Hotchner, focus please.â You looked up, feeling yourself blush as the class turned their attention to you. You mumble an apology as you start to note down the points written on the board.Â
âThat doesnât exactly look like the work I set you, Mr Hotchner.â You bit your tongue, mumbling an apology. You werenât going to snap back. No matter how anxious (and now annoyed) you were. You just turn back to your work, flipping back a page to your work.
Within ten minutes, he was back, peering over your shoulder. âYou havenât made it very far, have you, Mr Hotchner?â
âWill you just fuck off?!â You knew it was a mistake the minute it came out, his eyes darkening as he took a step forward, now in front of you.
âWhat did you just say to me?â His voice is low and you feel yourself gulp involuntarily.Â
âI just- Iâm sorry, but I need a minute,â Your voice is shaking and you do your best to push your worries aside, to control the tremors in your voice as you stood up.Â
âYouâre not in charge here. Youâre the student. Iâm the teacher. Sit your ass down,â You glare at him before squaring your shoulders.
âI would like a minute to calm down before I sit down.â
âYou donât get a choice.â He responds, you can feel his voice vibrating through your chest as he booms. âEither you sit down or youâre dismissed and are to go straight to the principal's office, so, whatâs it going to be?â
You grip your backpack strap tightly in your hand, âSee you next lesson then, Sir.â
And then you leave. You would deal with the repercussions of your actions later. Right now, all you know is that you needed to see your dad. You were worried out of your mind, nausea, the lot. But you were going to the principalâs which meant theyâd call your dad, maybe for him to come pick you up.
If he can.
You do your best to push down the worries and the thoughts. They wouldnât do anything to help right now. You knew that, but they seemed to have a mind of their own and didnât seem to be budging. The nausea was back, this time making its way up to your throat. You swallowed taking some deep breaths. Everything was fine. If something was okay, you would have been told by now. Surely you would have been told by now. Soon enough, your legâs shaking and your anxiously picking at your nails as you look around the hall.Â
You turn your head to the right again, hoping that youâll see your dad walking down the hall, face stern and ask what happened. And he is there, heâs okay. Relief spreads through your chest in an instant and your shoulders drop the tension they were holding immediately. He was okay.Â
âWhat happened?â Aaron makes sure to keep his voice level but you canât help but think that heâs pissed. He couldnât help thinking that perhaps you were going through a rebel phase, it was common at sixteen to start rebelling.Â
You shrug for a moment, eyes flicking to Hotch for a moment before you look back at your hands. Aaron raises an eyebrow and you cave, âYou hung up and I couldnât get a hold of anyone. I asked to wait outside for a moment to calm down and he wouldnât let me, I asked again and I snapped. I tried to cool it down after that but it didnât exactly work. He said either sit down or go to the principal's office,âÂ
Aaron sighs for a moment, âIâm sorry you couldnât contact anyone, I didnât mean to scare you.â
âThe last time it happened you were really hurt,â
âI know,â Aaron says softly before he places a hand on his shoulder, âBut no more snapping at teachers, okay? I know you were worried and you thought something had happened, but youâre responsible for your actions, no matter the circumstances, okay?â
âI know,â You reply, Aaron brings you into a tight embrace and you draw in a deep, calming breath. He was okay, everyone was okay. âIâm glad youâre okay, dad.â
âI will always fight to be okay, you hear me?â
âI know.â
âLetâs go sort this out,â He said, leading you towards the Principal.














