BG: The BAU is on a flight back to Quantico after a stressful case. Everyone is asleep except for you and Hotch (aka your secret boyfriend). But what happens when you both finally fall asleep when you wake up later than the team? Two words, Chaos & Fluff.
A/N: Literally while on the plane back home from Vietnam. I couldn’t sleep with all the caffeine so to compensate my mind went on about daydreaming of a “What would Aaron Hotchner do? (If we were in a secret relationship) Also yes I know it’s a BAU Jet, but I couldn’t resist a pun.
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>>>CRIMINAL MINDS MASTERLIST<<<
You regret having your third Vietnamese coffee in the last 12 hours.
It seemed to be a good idea then as the team was in the height of catching the aggressor.
But as you pack your bags for the midnight flight back to Quantico, your mind had the not so bright idea of one last strong cup. Though to be fair it was safer as it kept you awake as you drove half of the team to the airport.
The steady hum of the jet engines supplement what your eyesight makes out of the figures around the cabin. It’s not uncommon after a rough case where chatter comes to a lull as one by one exhaustion takes over.
Normally you would be the first to sleep - with one of your pride “superpowers” being able to sleep anywhere.
Except now.
You can still feel the caffeine rushing through your veins mixed in with the tension from the lack of sleep.
Cocooned in a secluded corner of the jet, your seat’s reading light casts a dim light against the dark cabin.
You don’t even notice him approaching, not until you feel a dip beside you and a hand steadies your thigh, thumb drawing circles - the action instantly soothes you, as it always does.
As your body relaxes, the hand moves to grab your book and slides it into the seat pocket.
“I was readin-” You whispered protested, but was confronted by the Aaron Hotchner eyebrow raise.
“Fine.”
“Good.” You can’t help but roll your eyes as he turns off the light - always in boss mode. “Now let’s get you some sleep.” He says as he reaches over and covers the both of you with a blanket.
“But the team, they’ll know-”
“I don’t care, not when I can see you’re over-exerting yourself.”
You feel his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer, and shifts so that you can rest your head comfortably on his shoulder.
Under the blanket, your hand finds his and in this small bubble you’ve found yourself in, you let sleep take over.
It’s with the deepening of your breathing patterns that lets Aaron know you’ve finally gotten much deserved rest.
He glances down and brushes a stray stand away. There he sees a smile much like the one he dawns now reflected back at him.
Aaron gives your forehead a kiss. “Goodnight y/n” then rests his head on yours.
He reckons the paperwork he has back at his seat can wait and have a quick shut eye with you before the team wakes up.
But he couldn’t more wrong, because from experience he should have know that being in your arms that his body would never want to move away,
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“Passengers, we have begun our descent, please fasten your seatbelts, we’re expected to land shortly.” As the pilot made the announcement, one by one the BAU awakes from their slumber and slowly prepares for landing.
First to come to was JJ, she quickly glances around the cabin and taps the women beside her.
“Hmm, wake me up when we’re on the ground.” mumbles Emily.
“Then at least put your seatbelt on..” Emily has been known to be a lightsleeper ever since Doyle, so with all the deadweight counteracting JJ’s moves to connect the buckle, it’s obvious Emily was doing this on purpose.
On the back of the jet, sat Derek who was packing his headphones into his bag. The last time he didn’t tuck the device right away, he had accidentally left it on the jet which led to Penenlope giving him a lecture on keeping his valuables close - especially when it was a gift from her and had pulled some strings in getting him the latest model 2 weeks prior to the release.
Dr. Spencer Reid or as his jet nickname Dr. Sofa Hog is well, on the one and only sofa. They team has let him claim the sofa as he was youngest when he first joined the BAU. But overtime, Spencer’s claim on the best seat remains a true constant - except of course when a team member is injured. Spencer’s dream was suddenly cut short when something smacked his face followed by a “Wakey wakey, Pretty Boy.”
Next is Rossi, who upon discarding his sleep mask, at first not surprised to find the set next to him empty as the table in front is still littered with case files. Assuming that Hotch is in the toilet, but instead it was JJ who emerges.
“Wait where’s Aaron?”
“Huh? Maybe in the pantry?” As JJ passes the front row, the double take she made almost gave her a concussion.
“What is it?” voiced Rossi.
Similar to Spence having the jet’s sofa as ‘his’ spot. The secluded front corner was yours. So it was normal to see a hunched figure settled - but two? Now that’s new.
“I think it’s Y/n and… Hotch.”
It was like a bomb went off, a calm before a storm.
Only broken by a “WHAT?! WHERE?! Ofmp!” by a now fully alert Emily Prentiss jumping out of her set. (Though she had momentarily forgotten that JJ had bucked her in.)
The aisle is narrow, but when the team sets their minds to goal - anything is possible.
Derek already had his phone out, capturing the sight to behold.
While you have been caught with your sleepy head on every member’s shoulder at one point in time.
This is undeniably different, the body language screams familiarity and vulnerability.
“Alright let them be.” Rossi says, uncharacteristically. “Let them have their sleep, we can tease them when we land.” As much as Rossi wanted to scream ‘Atta Boy’ to his friend, he will let Aaron have his 30 minutes of peace. Then he will rub onto his face about the 6 months of trouble he had to ensure in pushing his friend to make a move.
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You awoke to the persistent buzzing of your phone.
Discretely removing your hand from Aaron’s grasp, you quickly scan through your notification.
Text from BAU BEAUTIES :
Pen: <OMG>
<OMG!!!!!>
<WHEN WAS THIS??>
<WE ARE MAKING PROGRESS!!!>
You wonder what is going on with Peneolope at 4 in the morning. Your thumb continues to scroll up for more context.
JJ:
<We told you he goes soft on you! He likes you!>
<You look so cute together>
Emily: <Btw the team’s gone ahead but make you get a date before you leave!>
<If he says no or avoid, let me know and I’ll kick his ass. I don’t care if Hotch is our boss.>
<Sends photo>
Looking around the jet as if Emily’s words sink in.
The team left.
The team knows.
Sensing your unease, Aaron rubs your back. “Honey, what’s wrong?” His voice is deeper with signs of sleep.
“They know.”
“Who knows what?”
“The team.” Showing him your phone.
He zooms in the photo. “Cute.” He says simply, chuckling at the screen. “I guess that’s what we get for being in plane sight.”
Reaching for his own phone, there is a single text from Rossi. <Atta Boy. Took you long enough.>
“Although… they seem to think it is my first move on you.”
“You didn’t tell Rossi about us?”
“No, I wanted to keep us private away from the team’s eyes for a while.” Aaron confessed. It was already hard to keep the relationship secret in the office and considering how nosy his team of profilers are.”
“And all this time I thought he was just playing along!” Needless to say you were baffled.
Reaching out your palm, you grab his hand and pull Aaron onto a stand. “I’ve been ordered to not leave this jet until I get a date, or else the BAU girlies will beat you up - no joke. We wouldn’t want to mess up that pretty face of yours now do we?”
“No mam’m” No matter how many times you’ve flirted with him, Aaron always blushes with redness in his ears - a tell of his really.
“How about ‘Moonlit Vine’? I’ll pick you up at 7”
“Ah, an homage to our first date! That sounds perfect Mr.Hotchner” You reply, straightening his suit jacket.
“Only the best for you, sweetheart.” He murmurs against your lips before kissing you softly, inadvertently causing your knees to buckle.
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Hi k have a kinda specific request that I thought would make a good fic! I was thinking that maybe we see the BAU and y/n and Spencer the morning after Yk… the girls figure out that y/n just got layes and they do the whole bonding girl gossip thing. Derek sees Spencer wearing a scarf and makes a joke about it, only to realize that he was right. Penelope tells Derek and then without y/n or Spencer realizing like everyone knows. They also figure out why Reid is the only one with hikeys 🫢 and yeah…. Thanks queen! I hope this makes sense
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our secret, not so secret - Spencer Reid
Sumary: You and Spencer try to hide your relationship, but it's hard when you have hickeys on your neck.
Warnings: fluff, jokes, hickeys, the bau being chaotic, I think that's all, this is pure fluff,
A/n: I'm sorry if there is something wrong or not understood, my first language is not English.
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It was a chaotic morning for you. You woke up a little late and the mess was evident in Spencer's bathroom mirror, with those little reminders on your neck that not even the concealer could completely hide. You were aware that you were trying a desperate maneuver, but well, Spencer had already warned you that the makeup would not last the entire day. Still, you were determined not to leave any evidence, you applied the last layer of foundation before leaving his apartment, determined not to give any clues about what happened the night before.
For Spencer, the situation was not much different. She decided to cover the marks with a scarf, trying to act normal as they prepared to face another day of work at the BAU, as if everything was perfectly under control. The two of you looked at each other knowingly before leaving, in an attempt to keep your relationship a secret... again.
Arriving at the office, you said good morning as if nothing had happened. But it wasn’t long before Emily and JJ, who seemed to have a radar for these matters, caught you in their line of sight. They looked you up and down with a mischievous grin, and without missing a beat, JJ raised an eyebrow and fired the first bullet: “And that face, Y/N? Long night?”
You tried to shake your head with a nervous laugh, avoiding looking at the two too much, but Emily stepped closer, lowering her tone so as not to draw too much attention. “Oh, come on, babe. There’s a sparkle in your eyes… and, from what I see, on your neck too.”
With your heart in your throat, you quickly glanced at your reflection in a nearby frame and noticed that the base had already begun to fade, leaving a faint purple mark showing. Emily and JJ glanced at each other, and then Penelope, who appeared out of nowhere as if she had smelled the drama, also joined the small circle. “Please let me guess… was anyone busy last night?”
Between laughs and accusations, you tried to defend yourself without much success. You knew they were trying to provoke you and that, at this rate, the secret wasn't going to last long. Emily and JJ's laughter soon attracted Derek, who approached with a mocking smile. “What's up, girls? Something I'm missing?”
Emily gave him a knowing look and pointed towards the entrance, where Spencer had just appeared with a very inconspicuous scarf. Derek narrowed his eyes and laughed. “Since when does Spencer wear scarves? It's spring, for God's sake.”
They all looked at each other, hiding their laughter, as Derek approached Spencer. With an attitude that only Derek could adopt, he patted him on the back and gave him a knowing smile. “Pretty boy… do you need some advice on how to handle the weather?”
Spencer froze for a second, trying not to lose his cool. He knew he had been caught. He tried to respond with a vague excuse about “changing his style” and “protecting his throat,” but Derek simply held up his hands in an innocent gesture. “Sure, sure, I imagine the weather was intense last night, right?”
Meanwhile, you were trying not to burst out laughing at Spencer's obvious blush and despair. But Derek, who had caught on to the whole situation, turned around to join Emily, JJ, and Penelope again, winking at the girls. “See what I'm saying? Our genius boy is growing up.”
Before Spencer could respond, Hotch walked past the group, observing the laughter and commotion with his usual seriousness. But something in his expression betrayed that he fully understood what the conversation was about.
“Anything you want to share?” he asked, without losing his composure.
Derek shook his head with a smile, but took the opportunity to continue provoking. “Nothing, Hotch. It just seems that some of your colleagues have… interesting extracurricular activities.”
Hotch cast a quick glance at you, who were trying to make yourself small at your desk, and then at Spencer, with her suspicious scarf. For the first time, a barely perceptible smile crossed his face.
“I guess ‘activities’ require a little more discretion next time, too, huh?” Hotch said, before continuing on his way.
As the team laughed and threw around comments, Rossi walked over with a cup of coffee, assessing the scene like the veteran he was. “Ah, youth… that energy and lack of subtlety. There’s nothing like first love at work.”
By then, the rumor had already spread throughout the office.
Hours later, as you tried to continue with your work, Penelope approached with a whisper. “Honey, we all know. You two don’t have to hide anything.” Your surprised expression was enough to make her laugh. “Did you really think you could keep it a secret? Come on, we’re profilers. Wait not me but thay do. Plus… you’ve never come to the office so… happy.”
You decided to give in and accept it, and just as you were about to approach Spencer to tell him, he appeared at your side, still wearing the scarf. When you turned to look at him, he already had that resigned expression on his face that made you laugh. “How much did you hear?” he asked with a sigh, looking around and catching everyone’s smiles.
“Everything?” you said with a mocking smile.
Finally, Derek, with an air of triumph, approached the two of you and announced loudly, “And that’s how it’s done, ladies and gentlemen! Our boy has become quite the man.” The office was filled with laughter and jokes as you and Spencer exchanged glances that were somewhere between nervous and amused.
Emily approached you and, not missing the opportunity, added, “So… how long did you think you were going to last without us finding out? A day, maybe two?”
You bit your lip, embarrassed, and looked at Spencer, who didn’t know whether to laugh or faint. In the end, there wasn’t much else to say.
JJ laughed, giving you a gentle shove. “Relax, Y/N. We knew before you guys realized it. We were just waiting to see how long it would take you to admit it.”
You and Spencer exchanged a resigned look. Maybe their “secret” hadn’t been so secret after all.
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Summary: Aaron Hotchner x Fe!Reader -> The team knows something is up between yourself and Hotch, except Rossi seems to be the only one to put the pieces together.
Disclaimer: Descriptions of sick. Fluff. Jack and Haley don't exist in this fic. Happy ending. Not Proof Read.
The whole team knew something was up. They just didn’t know what.
Usually, you were normal with everyone. Chatty. Smiley. Professional. Maybe a little blunt every now and again.
But not this time.
For the last week you had been…cold. Well, not with them, at least.
But with Hotch? You had been as cold as ice.
But no-one could pin why.
Even if it had just been small things, like the feeling in the meeting room in the morning when it just seemed to be the two of you, or the small looks you both gave each other – which had started out as awkward, but then quickly turned to shame and clear annoyance, the latter being much more clear on your end. It was definitely clear now.
From the beginning of the case, you had been quick to change subjects. Always staying on the case, which was normal. But not your abruptness to do so. And when Hotch tried to pull you aside as the others made their way to the main doors, you brushed him off.
Hotch was someone you never brushed off. Not until recently.
And when you all landed in Seattle, Hotch was assigning teams for who was driving. But before he could place you with himself, JJ and Morgan, you pushed past him.
“I’m going with Rossi.”
And Hotch didn’t say a word.
Instead, he watched you walk away with your go bag, throwing it into the trunk with Dave. He gave his orders to Prentiss on what would happen and she updated you in the car.
However, forty five minutes into a ninety minute drive, Emily’s voice started to make you feel dizzy. Then the heat in the car felt like it was blasting. So you rolled down the window. But that didn’t help.
“Garcia said she’s already sent over some case files- Hey, you okay?”
From the backseat, Emily leaned forward to get a better look at you.
“I’m fine.”
But five minutes later, you changed your mind.
“Pull over.”
“What?”
“Pull over, I think I’m gonna be sick.”
“Okay, okay. Just hold on.”
The car had barely been put into park by the time you threw the door open, tore your seatbelt away and ran out.
Less than ten feet from the open car door, the last three drinks and meal you ate came straight back up and soaked into the dry grass.
You heard a second car pull up behind and then heard Morgan and Hotch’s voice. Dave had already reached you, placing a hand on your back before pulling your hair back.
“Okay, take it easy. Are you okay?”
You could only hum before throwing up once more. He rubbed circles on your back for a moment before you finally finished throwing up and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.
“Is she okay? Y/n, are you-”
“I’m fine!” You called out, a little harsher than you had intended.
Holding out a hand, Rossi signalled for Hotch to stop and stay where he was with the others.
“She’s okay, she just needs a minute. Emily, do we have water in the car?”
“Yep, here.”
Making her way over, Emily poured some water onto a tissue before handing it to you. You wiped down your mouth and your hand before being handed the bottle by Dave.
“Small sips, okay? Are you sure you’re okay?”
You nodded, your back still to the rest of the team. “I just need a minute.”
“Aaron, we’ll meet you there.”
It took him a minute before he moved back to the car, but Hotch eventually nodded, calling out they’d see them at the precinct.
“Do you know what it could be?” Emily asked.
“Probably just some bad sushi.”
Emily nodded before getting back into the car.
“Are you sure that’s all it is?” Rossi asked once she was out of earshot.
And for a moment, you paused.
“Let’s just get going.”
Things only seemed to get worse from there.
You managed to hide it as best as you could from the rest of the team, but every hour you had spent a good ten minutes in the bathroom throwing your guts up.
A couple of officers did question where you had been when they couldn’t find you but hadn’t seen you leave the building. One mention of Aunt Flow and they didn’t ask again.
Your coldness with Hotch didn’t ease, either. It just seemed to become more frigid. And everyone saw it.
By the third day in Seattle, Prentiss and Morgan had questioned you on it in the break room.
“Yeah, what do you have against Hotch all of a sudden? What, one week away from us and you’ve suddenly made an agenda against him?”
“Because I love you, I’m going to ask this only once. Please don’t ask about Hotch.”
Morgan and Prentiss looked between each other, slightly worriedly, but both silently agreed to drop it.
“But you will sort it out?”
You bit the inside of your cheek. “I don’t know.”
A few hours later, you were coming back out of the bathroom when Rossi seemed to jump out at you.
“Jeez. Rossi. Give a girl some warning next time.”
Dave smiled. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Have we caught a break?”
“No, but I need to talk to you.”
“What about?”
“About the fact you’re running to the bathroom every hour to throw up.”
“Like I said, it was probably just some bad food. I’ll be okay.”
Only, as you started walking away, Rossi asked you a question.
“What happened between you and Hotch?”
“Nothing.” You answered, your back still to him.
“Really? Because I wouldn’t call it nothing. I’d call it strange.”
“Rossi, I’ve asked Morgan and Prentiss-”
“I know, and I heard. But, to be frank, I think you’re lying and you’re too scared to tell anyone.”
“Tell anyone what?”
But rather than voice it, Rossi just gave you a look. It took you a moment before you cracked a little.
“Rossi…”
“You don’t have to tell me how or what happened, but I’m asking, just find out the truth. You don’t have to tell anyone. But I think the sooner you do it, the better it will be.”
“We’re in the middle of a case.”
Rossi shrugged, “Morgan and JJ are on their way back. Reid’s got it handled here. We’ll pick up some coffee on the way back as a cover. Let’s just go now.”
You seemed to hesitate, and Rossi could see it.
“Please, for my sanity's sake?”
“Okay.”
Twenty minutes later, you found a pharmacy and picked up a box.
“Can you wait outside the door for me?”
“Of course.”
And he did.
Once you paid for the box, the cashier directed you to a bathroom in the back. Except, long after the two minutes were up, you still hadn’t come out. So, Rossi knocked on the door.
You swung it open and he jumped back a little.
“I can’t look at it.”
“Well, you’re gonna have to at some point.”
“I’ve wiped it down and it’s got a cap but…can you look? I’m too scared.”
Rossi could see the fear in your eyes. Oh, how two little lines could instil so much fear into people who dealt with crime every day.
Handing the package to Rossi, he turned it around and pulled it out of the packet.
“I believe congratulations are in order.”
Turning it around so you could see, you took it back into your grasp as you pushed one hand through your hair.
“Oh, my god.”
“I think you and Hotch need to have a conversation.”
“Please don’t tell anyone.”
Rossi smiled, holding your hand which he could feel shaking. “You have my word.”
Somehow, back in the precinct, you managed to keep your cool. You’d brought back coffee for the team and, despite the fact you caught Hotch watching you from his seat, noticing your shaking hand, you pulled it back and found a spare pen from JJ’s notepad and spun it over and over in your fingers.
Thankfully, due to the “food poisoning”, you had been kept out of the field when it came to finding the unsub. However, this just gave you a very large sense of dread. You watched them all run out of the door, Rossi placing a hand on your arm talking directly to you.
“I’ll look out for him.” He told you before the others could hear him.
“Thank you.”
Possibly carrying Hotch’s child made watching him and the team run out of the door, without you, made that sense of dread practically triple. Especially considering no-one other than Rossi knew the truth, or at least a part of it, about yourself and Aaron.
Thankfully, no-one got hurt and the unsub was apprehended in time before he could hurt anyone else. They all came back with looks of relief and tiredness when you saw them, but there was a barely visible look of confusion and perhaps, hopefulness, on Hotch’s face when your scowl at him didn’t seem so cold.
On the plane ride back, you were quiet. Everyone was, but there was just an air about you that told those paying attention to you that you were in your own world.
Of course, Rossi knew why.
But it was tearing at Hotch why he didn’t.
Pulling back into the office, Penelope greeted you all by the elevator, hugging you all. And handing you some dry crackers and a bottle of water.
“Thanks, Garcia.”
As everyone said their goodnights, you watched as Hotch walked directly through the bullpen and towards his office.
“I think there are a couple of things you and he need to talk about.”
You nodded, with a light smile. “You’re right.”
Rossi kissed you cheek before saying goodnight and saluting you before the elevator doors closed. You did a small one back before turning your gaze back to the dim lights coming from Hotch’s office.
However, first, you ran to the bathroom.
Sitting at his desk, Hotch was halfway finished with the last of his reports when a knock came to his door.
Looking up from his desk, there was a slight look on his face that told you he wasn’t expecting you. And you couldn’t be surprised. You’d barely been able to look him in the eye for the last month and a half, and you’d been nothing but cold and if a little harsh with him for the last couple of weeks.
“Is everything okay?”
“Can we talk?”
Hotch nodded. “Come on in.”
You nodded back, entering, but closing the door behind you. Which made Hotch stand.
“Is everything-”
“I’m pregnant.”
A silence settled over the room that you were expecting, but still shocked you. And every possible emotion, some you couldn’t even name, passed over his face before he was forced to sit down.
“Oh.”
“Can I sit?”
He nodded, quickly signalling for you to do so. And so you did.
“What did…How- When did you find out?”
“Sometime in the last twenty four hours.” You answered which confused Hotch, which you could understand. It was a vague explanation. “It’s all been kind of a blur.”
He nodded, understanding what you meant.
“Does anyone…know?”
You nodded. “Rossi.”
“Dave knows?”
“He seemed to know before I did…kinda.”
“What does that mean?”
“I guess I had a feeling when I got carsick, but denial carried me through.”
“Does anyone else know?”
You shook your head. “No. Oh, and, um, I-I took another test to be sure. H-here.”
With a lot of nerves and a lot of awkward courage, you passed the second test across the desk to Hotch who took it in his hands and looked at it.
Two bright pink lines.
Positive test.
“Just so I’m…clear. You are telling me because I’m…”
“The father?” you questioned. “Yes. There wasn’t anyone before or after you for it to be someone else.”
Hotch nodded. “Okay.”
You both sat in silence for a while, taking in what had just happened.
“I, well, I haven’t been to see a doctor yet so I can’t know for certain but these tests are usually pretty accurate.”
Hotch could only nod.
“You’re free to make any decision you wish,” Hotch assured you. “I’ll support you either way.”
You nodded in a small thank you. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’m going to do. With our line of work, it gives you the handbook over why you shouldn’t have children. But, if I do decide to do this…I’m prepared to do this on my own. If I am going to do it, I’d prefer to have you in their life.”
Your hand absentmindedly touched your stomach and you looked down to it for a moment.
“But, I’m prepared to do it on my own.”
Hotch took in everything you said and nodded. “Like I said, I’ll support any decision you make but if you do decide to have our child…”
Those two words settled over the both of you.
Our Child.
Our Child.
Our Child.
“One thing you don’t have to worry about is doing it alone. I want to be a part of their life. And whatever support you need, I’ll try and help with.”
You nodded before looking back down to your stomach.
Once again, a silence settled over the both of you and it was like he could hear your brain going into overload with information and feelings. But just as he was about to call your name, you looked up.
Tears were being held tight behind your eyes, but a few words and they were ready to fall free.
“I’m…I’m scared, Aaron.”
It didn’t take him a second thought before he stood up and met you where you were sitting. As he got around his desk, you stood and he embraced you tightly.
He swallowed thickly, nodding and placing a quick kiss to your hair. “It’ll be okay.”
A week later, the team had taken notice of the change between yourself and Hotch. It was no longer cold, but it wasn’t what it was. It was something…uneasy. You had both clearly had a tough talk and were on rocky shores, but you were both finding a way to make it work.
It was also a week later that you had made your decision.
You were going to have a baby.
A lot of different scenarios passed through your mind when you thought about what you were going to do. It would be hard, of course. It would be difficult to work the cases you do and not feel a little more emotionally involved. But you also couldn’t help but think that maybe this was a blessing in disguise.
A part of you had wanted children for a long time, but the thought of actually having them was slipping further and further away the more you worked.
And, despite you feeling selfish, you wanted a baby. You wanted to see a child, your child, grow up and have a life of their own. You wanted to make the memories you had as a kid, but with them.
You knew it would be difficult to do so when you joined the Academy, but part of you always wanted a home filled with the sound of laughter and joy.
And maybe this was your only chance.
And in all honesty, Aaron had similar feelings.
It would be hard, sure. But he also wanted this in his life. He wanted a child. He wanted you in his life, however that would be.
Of course, neither of you had seen this coming when you had run into each other at the Inn you had found. A halfway stop to your actual destination. Only, rather than continuing on your separate journeys for your week’s vacation time, you both found yourselves unable to leave the small town and the safe walls of the local Inn.
It was that part of the story the team would forever speculate on once they found out you were pregnant and it was, in fact, Hotch’s baby.
That was a piece of information they clued together themselves when Hotch called them in for an early meeting, but had confirmation on just a few moments later.
“So, what’s happening here?”
“Are you together?”
“We’re…still figuring that out.” Hotch answered, looking at you.
Neither of you had exactly had the conversation over what you were. Were you a couple? Were you friends? Were you co-workers? Were you just co-workers having a baby together?
HR weren’t exactly happy about the get-together but so long as the relationship wasn’t going to break any codes of conduct within the field, you were both still free to keep working. And more importantly, working together.
However, over the next nine months, certain things seemed to blur.
Aaron came with you to every doctor’s appointment, never missing one. When you had both first heard your baby’s heartbeat, you had clutched onto his hand and not let go. And when the sound got clearer, he pulled you a little closer, rubbing your arm and kissing your hand.
It was a little odd, feeling the baby kick for the first time whilst being stood outside of a crime scene.
Morgan had been with you at the time, quickly calling for Hotch when your posture and face changed from quizzical to concerned. Only, by the time Aaron had reached you both, you laughed and told them what was happening.
Morgan then called JJ over as you guided Aaron’s hand to your stomach. And you both shared an intimate moment, just looking at one another, feeling your unborn baby kick at your stomach for the first time.
JJ was able to confirm what was going on and both herself and Morgan congratulated you before you all remembered where you were and got back to work.
The cold glares you had given Hotch in the weeks leading up to you finding out had disappeared completely after the hug you shared in his office when you told him. And by the time you were entering your second trimester, they had turned into something similar to what they were before everything had changed.
You had both become friends.
He had also relaxed a little more around you, which allowed him space to take in what was actually happening. So, when your cravings started kicking in, he would hand you snacks throughout the days. You wouldn’t even know what you wanted at the time and he just…seemed to know.
And at some point between him attending doctors appointments, helping you with your pregnancy cravings and reading to your belly, you had both begun to live together.
It made sense, at least for the first couple of weeks after the birth and partly during the pregnancy. If you went into labour, it would be safer if someone was with you. And, it meant he was there when, in the middle of the night, you woke up with braxton hicks and panicked a little before getting checked out at the hospital, just in case.
Also, small touches began.
From you holding his hand against your stomach when your baby kicked, to his fingers tracing yours whilst they held that position. Then, in break rooms. They were quick, but light kisses would be pressed to your head or cheek whenever he handed you something. He was always close to you, barely leaving your side when in the field. His hand, always at the small of your back when leading you somewhere. And in the early hours of the morning, his arms would be across you as you both lay in bed, holding you close against his chest.
Until, finally, one night whilst lay in bed, you asked a question.
Both facing each other, despite your eyes being closed, Aaron traced repeated patterns from pushing your hair back to trailing his fingers down your arm to find your hand, rubbing soft circles with his thumb.
Both of you should be fast asleep, yet you weren’t.
“Aaron?”
“Hmm?”
“What are we doing?”
“Sleeping.”
You laughed a little. “No we’re not.”
“I’m sleep talking.”
“Aaron, I’m being serious.”
With a small laugh, Aaron sighed. “Okay, what is it?”
He finally opened his eyes and so did you.
“What are we doing? About us, I mean. We’re having a baby together, but we’re not together together. We work together, but we also live together. What happens after the first couple of months? Do we…what do we do?”
“I suppose we just have to take each day as it comes and see what happens.”
“I can live with that.”
“Or…”
“Oh, no.”
Aaron laughed a little and shook his head, bringing his hand back to your face and brushing the hair from it.
“Or,” he repeated, “we treat this for what it really is.”
“I don’t…” you shook your head.
“I know I don’t regret what happened that week away. Even more so now, but before…before we both found out. I still didn’t regret it. I don’t. We say we live together out of convenience, but I know, at least for me, it’s something more. Now, if for you it’s still out of convenience and bonding for our child, then we can have this conversation when the time comes. But, you should know my feelings for you run deeper than just you being my co-worker and the mother of our child. Do you…could you see yourself…feeling the same?”
The silence that came over both of you for a moment made Aaron worry. Maybe he had gotten it wrong in his head. Maybe you didn’t feel the same. Maybe you were just caught up in the emotions of carrying his child and, since you were in it together, some form of feelings, similar to that of his, were getting blurry.
But then you blinked.
And a light smile graced across your face.
“I do.”
Your voice was barely above a whisper. But still, your words echoed louder and louder around his head.
“You…you do?”
You nodded. “I do.”
Aaron took a moment, before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips. It was like your first, all over again. Except, this time, rather than a little fear being behind it, considering at the time you were both still co-workers just on vacation, there was nothing but…
Relief.
More specifically, relief for love.
For months you’d both been avoiding the biggest barrier between both of you. Too scared and too fearful that the answer to each question would be some variant of “No.”
summary: You are on your way to meet the BAU, who are just... a little different than what you’re used to. (reader & bau)
category: fluff
warnings: none
word count: 1k
a/n: hi guys!!! sorry i haven’t posted in forever!!! school has just been so busy :P anyways, this is ‘a little different’ (haha!) from what i usually write, but i hope you enjoy this short and sweet little fic! plz be kind i’m nervous >.<
MASTERLIST
The sun shined softly through the crisp, white curtains, signaling the start of a new day. Birds chirped happily outside the window; and the house was an eery quiet; maybe today could be a good day after all.
I let out a sigh and got up, passing the mirror on the way to the bathroom. My long, golden locks cascaded perfectly down my back even though I just woke up. I’m just that perfect. My blue/green/gray orbs stared back at me in the mirror. I let out a sigh and put my hair into a messy bun; I could not deal with it today.
As I was getting ready, I heard my mom yell, “Y/N!! Get down here NOW!”
Ugh, I hated her.
I made my way downstairs to see what she wanted, but there was a man standing in our kitchen.
“Um, who is this?” I asked.
“He is your new owner.” My mom replied.
“Owner?!”
He stepped forward and introduced himself, “Aaron Hotchner, FBI.” He extended his hand for a handshake but I looked at it with disgust.
My mom scowled at me, “Be nice to Agent Hotchner, Y/N, I just sold you to the BAU.”
“You sold me?!”
“Uh, yeah, I just said that.” She waved her hand, “Take her out of my sight.”
Agent Hotchner nodded and said, “Follow me,” as he passed by me.
Wow, I could not believe this.
He led me to his car and told me he was going to introduce me to the rest of the BAU.
“What is a BAU?” I asked.
“The Behavioral Analysis Unit. Your new owners.”
I scoffed.
“Just so you know, we are... a little different. But we own you now so there’s no escape from us.”
I rolled my eyes, and plugged my earbuds into my iPod and looked out the window the rest of the ride.
When we arrived at the FBI building, I followed Agent Hotchner to a small room with six other people sitting at a table. Their eyes followed me as I slowly sat down in the empty seat.
“Y/N, meet the BAU.” Agent Hotchner said. “This is Rossi,” he gestured towards an older Italian man.
“I have the money and power to kill you and make it look like an accident. But I won’t, even though I should, because it won’t be good for the plot.” Rossi said.
That’s a bit weird, but I’m just gonna go along with it.
“He’s a mafia boss,” Agent Hotchner clarified.
Rossi nodded, “And I’ve infiltrated the FBI, which means all these agents,” he gestured around, “work for me.”
“Okay then.” I nodded, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“And this,” Hotch moved on, “is Agent Morgan. He’s supernatural.”
“...What do you mean supernatural?” I asked.
Morgan leaned forward and slyly said, “You know, vampire. Werewolf. Ghost. Fairy. Warlock. All of the above.”
“Wow. That’s hot.” I said. Omg, did I say that out loud?!
He smirked at me, and I knew that even though he was much more powerful than me and could probably kill me, that didn’t stop my heart from fluttering when he looked at me. I could feel this weird supernatural bond with him, and I had this trust in him, that he would never hurt me, even if it’s in his nature to. But in the end, he’d probably turn me into whatever creature he is so we can live peacefully together forever. But I swear, we could be happy as human and supernatural <3
Agent Hotchner then pointed to the woman sitting next to Morgan. “This is Agent Prentiss.”
She frowned at me, and I rolled my eyes back at her. It was obvious she hated me but she was so hot. The tension between us was so thick and we couldn’t stand to be in the same room together. Maybe there will be an incident one day where we reveal the most vulnerable parts of ourselves and she will be the only one I come to trust </3 I knew in time she would warm up to me and even though she hates me right now, perhaps later we will be... lovers?
“Next to her is JJ,” Hotch announced.
A blonde woman came over and hugged me, “Hi, sweetie, I’m your mom!”
“Um, no you’re not.” I said. My mom literally sold me to her.
“In an alternate universe I am, silly!” She booped my nose.
An awkward silence filled the air.
“You know, in another alternate universe you could have been sold to, I don’t know, One Direction or something.” JJ laughed.
I laughed with her. Wow, she’s so crazy.
Hotch cleared his throat. “And this, is-” I turned to where he was pointing and gasped.
“Spencer?!”
“Y/N, hi.” He quietly said.
I walked over and gave my childhood friend a hug. “I haven’t seen you in so long!” I exclaimed. After giving him a tight squeeze, I released him, only to see his cheeks tinged a bright pink. He only blushed like that when he had a crush. Could we become childhood friends... to lovers?
“And lastly,” Hotch said. “This is Penelope Garcia, your-”
“Soulmate!” She finished for him. “See our matching tattoos! And I can hear your thoughts! And you can hear mine! And if we write on our skin, the other person can see it! And we can feel each other’s pain! Isn’t that so cool!”
Yeah!! I thought.
“I know right!!” She responded out loud.
Omg she really is my soulmate.
I smiled at her and gave her a hug.
Most people would probably think it’s really weird to be sitting at a table with a mafia boss, a werewolf/vampire/whatever, an enemy, a childhood friend, a mom from an alternate universe, and soulmate, but I am NOT like other girls so I was completely okay with it. I’m also okay with the fact that my actual mom sold me to the FBI. Because I hate her.
I looked up at Hotch. “So what are you?”
"Me? I’m just your normal FBI boss. And we’ve got a case.”
“A case?? I’m not trained for the FBI!”
“You will be. Wheels up in 30.”
...
APRIL FOOL’S!!
haha, if you couldn’t tell by now, this entire “fic” was my little april fool’s joke :’) i tried to squeeze every wattpad trope in to this monstrosity of a fanfiction and i wish i could say i hated writing it but it was honestly pretty funny... even tho it’s so, so painful to read. anyways, sorry if you were expecting an actual fic, i am trying my best to work on my wips but until then check out my masterlist (with writing that is much better than this)! <3
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It didn't take a profiler to see something was wrong with Y/n.
About two months ago, they became distant, jumpy, arriving to work a little later, and they even started snapping at people.
Every time someone asked Y/n if they were ok, a glare and a snarky comment were received, sometimes the comments hurt but no remorse was found in their teammate's face.
But what really happened was Y/n's little sister was playing soccer and hit her head. She needed surgery and never made it off the table.
Y/n saw their little sister as their own kid. To them, it was a parental loss, and nothing more.
The team didn't know that Y/n had a little sister, as they never really talked too much about themselves.
Y/n didn't mention the loss to anyone and used work as an escape, afraid to drink their feelings away.
Y/LS/N wouldn't like that, so Y/n didn't do it.
But everyone was tired of being left out of the dark.
Their once happy and joy-bringing friend became a dark and miserable human.
So one day when the BAU had no cases, they decided to confront them.
Calling them to the conference room, they all sat down in their usual spots as if there was a case.
Suggesting the worst, when Y/n sat down Hotch and Morgan stood up and went to block the two doors that lead out the room.
"Do we have a case?" Y/n asked when they saw the two men get up.
Spencer was the first to speak.
"What's going on with you Y/n?" His tone was worried and it didn't go unnoticed by Y/n but they really couldn't care at the moment.
"What do you mean what is going on with me?" Y/n shot back sending the same glare, as usual, this time it having no effect on Spencer.
"That! You are snapping at people left to right, you don't hang out with us anymore, and we are worried!" He put his hands in the air with a frustrated sigh.
" Nothing. I am fine." Y/n's deadpan eyes looked between Hotch and Morgan as they scoffed.
"Are you serious? You fucking trapped me in here? Oh, poor Y/n, they don't want to hang out with us anymore so there must be something wrong, the best way to find out is a fucking intervention!" They mocked but they weren't done.
They smacked their hand on the desk as they finished their last sentence, making almost everyone jump.
"I AM FINE. STOP ASKING ME IF I AM OK LIKE I AM FUCKING BROKEN. I AM COMPLETELY FINE. OK? TO ANSWER THE SAME DUMBASS QUESTION THAT YOU KEEP ASKING ME, I AM FUCKING FANTASIC, SO FANTASTIC THAT THIS IS NOT NEEDED SO LET ME GO." They screamed.
It was the first emotion, other than anger that was seen in months. It takes everyone a second but Garcia was the next to speak.
"It is very clear that you aren't. And that is ok, we just want to help you." She spoke kindly, trying not to agitate the angry person who stood before her.
" You want to "help me?" Y/n mocked and put her fingers in the air to quote help me.
"Tell me this, how do you help someone who loses their only joy in a cruel world? How do you help someone who has to get a phone call saying that their baby sister is dead and they didn't get to say goodbye? How do you help someone that can save so many other people, but not the one person who needed them? TELL ME. TELL ME AND THEN YOU CAN HELP ME." Y/n blurted out.
They were now in tears and shaking after finally getting it all out.
It wasn't a burden on their chest anymore.
Still shaking and crying, they didn't even realize JJ's arms around them until they were both on the ground and Y/n was crying into JJ's shirt.
"I didn't get to say goodbye," Y/n mumbled over and over again as JJ held them, protecting them from all the cruelty in this world.
They stayed like that for a while so everyone but Hotch left the two of them alone.
After a good maybe 20 minutes, JJ finally speaks.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Her tone was caring, but it was also worried like Spencer's.
" I don't know. It was too much. I just-" They stop and look at Hotch. "I just don't know."
"We are a family, Y/n. We can help you past this. That is what family does." Hotch spoke.
Family.
To Y/n, the only family they ever had was 6 feet buried in the ground.
Family.
No words came out of their mouth. They just nodded.
"Why don't you tell us about your little sister?"
JJ, Hotch, and Y/n all shot their heads up to the door to see the rest of the team at the doorway.
" I would like that." Y/n got up and opened their phone as everyone sat down around the table.
summary: that was a hard case to crack, but when two soulmates work together, everything works out.
pairing: spencer reid x reader
TW: alcohol, food mentions, typical CM case stuff, talking about murder, cussing, angst baby
words: 3.8K
a/n: Sorry this took so long it hasn't been edited either :( uni is really kicking my ass tbh!! I need to submit my research paper soon so idk when I’ll have time to write the next chapter. I’m very sorry :(
I listened to Introvert by Little Simz, Wish I didn’t miss you by Angie Stone and one of my fav German songs Hoch Oben by Dota Kehr its so cute ugh :)
SPENCER REID MASTERLIST
Your neck felt stiff when you opened your eyes, peering over at Benny, whose chin was dropped upon their chest and there was a little drool on their shirt. You lifted your head up and stretched your arms behind you, rolling your shoulders to get some flexibility going, after sleeping with your head on your desk.
You lifted up your phone to look at the time, 7:38 a.m. You got around two hours of sleep in, which was decent to say the least.
As you looked around at the precinct, you noticed a lot more people buzzing around. The morning shift had already started, but they were friendly enough to not disturb the light slumber you and Benny were in.
Standing up, you got a new shirt and blazer out of your bag as well as a small toiletry bag. The bathrooms was not the most… sanitary place, but you had encountered worse. After a quick change of clothes, a splash of water in your face and your teeth brushed to get the nasty taste out of your mouth, you returned to the conference room, only to see a familiar mop of brown curls waiting outside.
“You’re early doctor,” you said as you got closer to him.
“Thought you guys could use some good breakfast after last night. The coffee and bagels from the precinct don’t really cut it, to be honest,” he said as he held up a paper bag and a tray with three coffees.
You looked up at the ceiling with a small grin on your face. Spencer tilted his head sideways, then also looking up at the ceiling, but only noticing a weird brown stain that probably shouldn’t be there, “is there something up there I can’t see or something?”
You snickered, “I’m thanking whoever is up there, because you are definitely a god-send!”
He flushed instantly and let out a small laugh, holding out a coffee from you. You took it and instead of taking a sip, you quietly opened the door of the conference room, sneaking in and putting the coffee on Benny’s desk, for when they would wake up.
Spencer was just about to go in, as you returned with a scarf, nodding your head towards the door that led to outside.
It was a bit chilly outside, but the sun was already blasting its rays onto your face and you let out a happy sigh when you sat down on the bench, closing your eyes for a second to bask in the sun.
You opened one eye to look at Spencer, who was staring at you, “it’s always nice to eat breakfast outside, especially after pulling an all-nighter in a stuffy precinct.”
He nodded and also closed his eyes, enjoying the sun on his skin. Even though you were here under shitty circumstances to say the least, you were here. You were sitting next to him, enjoying the first rays of sun, small tufts of smoke leaving your mouth because of the chilly morning.
After a few moments, he opened his eyes and stuck his hand in the paper bag, the rustling alerting you. Your stomach was also alerted as it grumbled and you thanked him as he offered you a croissant and a coffee.
Shoulders barely touching, you sat side by side while eating breakfast. Spencer was happily munching on his croissant, enjoying the comfortable silence that hung around you. He was sure the silence was welcome, after you had spent the entire night working.
After you had finished your croissant, you turned sightly towards him, eyes watching his profile as he was trying his best not to stare back at you.
“I don’t want to ruin your morning already, but are you any closer to catching this person,” you asked as you put up your left leg on the bench and hugged it with your arms, “it’s already difficult enough for these people.”
He turned towards you and an empathetic smile appeared on his face, “well, I don’t want to scare you, but yes, we have narrowed down the profile a bit.”
Your brows furrowed as he bit down on his lip, avoiding your eyes, regretting the exact words he said already.
“What do you mean scare me?”
He contemplated waiting to tell you, until they had narrowed down the profile even more, but your eyes were almost begging him to elaborate.
“Uh, okay-, we are 85% sure that the unsub is someone who works with a NGO, so there might be a chance you spoke to them last night,” he wasn’t really sure what to make of your expression anymore. It had changed from confusion to a little anger and eventually it became a blank slate.
Your head had turned away from him, as you were staring at the street and thinking about what Spencer had said.
After you hadn’t reacted for at least 4 minutes, he touched your shoulder and you shot out of your stupor.
“Sorry,” you apologetically said, “it’s just that- I just- I never would have expected someone from our field to do something like this.”
Spencer remained quiet, but he gave your shoulder an encouraging squeeze, almost urging you to continue.
“I guess, I mean I’m not saying people in our field are perfect, there’s a lot of assholes who’re only doing it for the money and the travelling-,” you paused for a second, letting out a shaky breath, “but that doesn’t mean they are murders!”
Your head dropped into your hands and you let out a deep sigh. The job already was not easy, but this really put you down in the dumps. One of them had murdered a few people in cold blood? Without any hesitation, almost breaking the sacred oath everyone took when working in the humanitarian sector.
Spencers thumb rubbed circles on your shoulder, as if trying to calm you down. You focussed on the motion and felt your muscles slowly relax.
“Sorry,” he whispered, breaking the silence and biting down on his lip.
You shot up and looked at him with a soft look in your eyes, “why are you always sorry Spencer, uh- dr. Reid,” your brows were scrunched and your eyes were narrowed, “Can I just call you Spencer?”
A small smile now present on his face, he nodded and opened his mouth, closing it again after a second.
“You apologize too much Spencer. It’s not your fault you have to bear the burden of bringing bad news.”
“I know. Still sucks though,” he looked into your eyes searching for whatever emotion you were feeling right now, “just because there is one bad seed in the batch, doesn’t ruin whatever you have already achieved, you know that right?”
The weight of his hand on your shoulder comforted you, as well as the warm glow in his eyes. Nodding, you finally looked away from his eyes, “when the press will hear from this, our whole sector is going to be scrutinized. Lots of smaller NGOs will lose donations and then it’s just a vicious cycle.”
Always looking out for other people, worried for them what will become of them, forgetting that you needed to look out for yourself as well. Sian often said you gave too much of yourself, warning you that one day, you would give too much.
“So the people who need it most are fucked, that’s what I'm implying,” another deep sigh left your mouth and Spencer wasn’t sure what he could do to comfort you.
Spencer opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted when JJ opened the door to the precinct and waved at him, signaling they should come in.
“Duty calls,” you stood up and plastered a smile on your face, “thanks Spencer. For the breakfast and the talk.”
Pursing his lips, he nodded and got his stuff, as you stood up and followed JJ into the conference room.
Benny had just woken up and was sipping from the coffee, eyeing you as you entered the conference room with a frown present on your face.
Hotch didn’t waste any time though, launching straight into the case, “Team we have a lead. An hour ago another immigrant was abducted from the camp. Luckily for us, we have an eye-witness. They’re being brought over to the station as we speak. Morgan and Prentiss, you two go talk to the eye-witness. The rest of the team stays here for the moment and keeps working the case.”
Morgan and Prentiss immediately shot up and left the conference room, the rest of you stayed behind.
You turned towards Benny and sat back down at your desk, opening your laptop to check all the e-mails you must have missed in the few hours you slept.
Losing yourself into your work, you lost track of time. The phone was red hot and for every e-mail you send, two more came back. Benny had left, as they needed to prepare some stuff for the legal representatives that would be arriving soon.
Then everything kicked into overdrive. The team had found a lead with the witness, which had then caused a major breakthrough in the case. The witness had given a description of the car that had abducted the immigrant, which Penelope was able to then trace back to a firm.
“Sir,” her voice echoed through the room, “it appears the car has been reported as stolen, it’s uh- it’s an ambulance?”
The room stayed quiet, confusion almost palpable in the the room as the gears turned in your head.
“Didn’t the witness say it was a white van?” Rossi asked no one in particular, “they must’ve painted over it. Who reported it as stolen, Garcia?”
The clacking over the keyboard was the only sound in the room, before Penelope answered, “it’s owned by a small NGO in Southern California actually. They specialize in all types of medical aid for refugees who pass through California.”
Spencer’s leg was bouncing up and down at a rapid pace before he shot up from his chair, walking over to the board, “Garcia! Can you pull up all employees of the NGO, as well as employees who were fired or have resigned.”
“ On it, Reid.” A few seconds later, a document came rolling out of the printer, Spencer snatching it away from the machine.
“There’s only 15 people in total, 3 have left after a few good years of service, but one person was fired for malpractice! Robert Patton was a doctor- no! He was an oncologist.”
“It says here he was fired because he enrolled people in experimental treatments for cancer, without their consent or knowledge. He got fired and lost his license. Apparently he-… he also moved to Texas the following months!”
Your chair made a loud screeching noise as you shoved it backwards, coming to stand up next to Spencer to look at the document.
“I think I may know what could have happened,” you said as you looked at Hotch, who nodded.
“Before we arrived, there were only small NGOs present, most of which had left, right?” Everyone nodded and you continued, “well, as they were mostly small starters, I have a feeling their background checks weren’t too thorough. One of them must be a medical one who didn’t find anyone else available and must have trusted him enough to let him get into the field.”
“Our profile did say he was extremely intelligent, he must have found a way to forge his license! He probably has a very charismatic personality, which convinced them to hire him,” Spencer rambled and you continued, almost taking over without thinking, “and I mean, a doctor is a doctor, right? They must’ve just been happy someone was willing to help, so they weren’t alarmed by the fact he’s an oncologist who wants to help in a crisis situations!”
“And, we got lucky, because he had to list an address in Texas where they could reach him! I’ll send it to your phones now!”
Multiple pings were heard in the room as the BAU team shot into action, everyone working together like a well-oiled machine. Benny and you stayed behind in the precinct, as it was too dangerous for civilians and JJ stayed as well, so she could give a press statement as soon as the raid was done.
The next few hours were agonizingly slow. Benny and you were finishing up your work, ready to hand everything over to a local NGO that would continue what you had done the last few days. You kept checking the clock, hoping to hear something soon from the team, as you were worried for their safety as well.
You knew they were with a lot of people, but still…
When the doors finally opened and a sketchy looking man was brought in, cuffed and surrounded by a lot of officers, as well as the BAU team, who were all looking relieved.
Spencer, who was just finishing a conversation with Emily as you stepped into his view, gave you a smile, “we got him. He had some sort of secret basement that looked more like a hospital room if anything… there were three immigrants there, all still alive. They did need medical attention-, real medical attention…”
“No! That’s amazing Spencer! I’m really happy he got caught and that the others now got some real help,” you interrupted him, grasping his lower arm in your hand.
A small smile appeared on his face at the interaction and the pure look of happiness that was present on your face.
“You really helped us a lot y/n, uh, you and Benny, of course,” he scratched the back of his neck, “but uh, we just need to question him now, try to get some sort of explanation for this situation.”
You patted his arm, “this is great news. Benny and I are just finishing up, but I want to visit the camp to tell the people the news myself. I think they’d really benefit from this.”
Spencer nodded and you let him go, so the both of you could go back to work.
Transferring everything you had done to the local NGOs took less time that you had expected, so an officer drove you and Benny over to the site, so you could tell everyone the good news.
The atmosphere was tense when you entered the camp, children were always in companionship of adults, mostly small groups of people huddled together.
Benny had gathered a few people to tell the good news, so they could spread it to others and so on.
Small hopeful smiles made their way on some people’s faces, realizing they were just a bit closer to safety.
Meanwhile, you met with some people who were taking over for you, looking at the new camps that were being set up that were way better than the one they had now.
On the way back out, the atmosphere had done a 180, everything just felt a little bit lighter, a little bit happier than before.
Upon returning to the precinct, the BAU team was waiting outside, looking ready to leave.
“So, did you get an explanation out of this guy?” Benny asked when you got closer to them.
Morgan nodded, “Guy lost his license, which was a a trigger for this whole thing. He thought he could fix certain kinds of cancer with ricin, so he selected people that he had done a health check on to use them as guinea pigs. Obviously it didn’t work, so he kept kidnapping more people and dumping the ones that had passed.”
Hotch continued, “he’s facing life sentence. Fortunately, the people we managed to save are going to be fine. Your lawyers also made sure they wouldn’t have to pay anything concerning the hospital costs and they’ll probably get set up in a nice community.”
The lawyers had really outdone themselves and you smiled up at Spencer, who had come to stand next to you in the mean time, “this is amazing news, wow. I’m really happy.”
Emily hoisted her bag over her shoulder, “it’s too late now to fly back to DC, so what do you say we hit the bar and talk it over? We can all fly back tomorrow morning, if that’s alright for you guys?”
Benny looked at you raising their brows, a hopeful look present, “what do you say? The B-team is still on call and we never go out when we’re back from mission, y/n!”
That was true. Most of the times, you’d get back in the country at some godawful hour and everyone would go home immediately to see their families after being away for such a long time.
“Uh sure,” you shrugged and Benny’s face lit up.
“We’ll need some tequila up in this joint!” They squealed, laughing at Emily’s face which showed approval.
You decided everyone would go back to the hotel to freshen up and would meet in the lobby, before going in search of a bar that satisfied everyone.
The bar you ended up at had a moody vibe, very dark with lots of small light fixtures and a few neon signs. Both teams piled into two booths and you ended up squeezing between Morgan and Emily, bot notorious for not holding back on the alcohol and the questions. Spencer was sat on the opposite of the table, next to Hotch and Benny while the others sat on the booth behind you.
Morgan and Emily were throwing back shots as well as firing a ton of questions at you. They mainly asked about your job, but eventually more personal questions as well, hinting at boyfriends and eventually matchmaking business.
Spencer’s eyes found your face when he heard them asking about the matching, and he was gauging you for a reaction. You obviously had done the test, else Garcia wouldn’t have been able to track you.
You shook your head, laughing at the question as if it was pure and utter bullshit they just uttered.
“No way! Don’t say you guys believe in this crap?” You scoffed, “I swear it’s some sort of government scam! No offense guys!” You mockingly held your hands up in the air.
Emily scrunched her face, “hey, I think it might have some truth to it. A friend of mine got matched recently and they’re doing fine!”
You thought for a second, thinking about Sian and her new girlfriend, “alright, I’ve gotta admit, a friend of mine also got matched and she’s in over her ears.”
You downed another shot, enjoying the burning of the alcohol in your throat as Morgan started talking about another story.
You weren’t used to drinking this much alcohol, so you excused yourself from the booth, slipping out after Emily had made some room and went outside.
The gust of fresh air sobered you up a little, before you leaned with your back against the wall, staring up at the sky for a moment.
It didn’t take long before the door opened again, the noise of the bar slipping into the quiet night air and a person came to stand in front of you.
“Everything okay?” Spencer asked, putting his hands inside his front pockets and leaning against the wall next to you.
“Yeah, just a little bit too much alcohol, a little too much noise and a little too hot for a sec,” you laughed breathlessly, gazing up at him. His cheeks were bit flushed from the alcohol he had, but his eyes still shined bright when they gazed down at you.
A small smile tugged on his lips, before he wet them with his tongue, “I heard you saying something about this matching service? You don’t believe in it?”
Pursing your lips, you focused your eyes on his sweater vest for a second, “not that don’t believe it. It uh- it just sounds too good to be true, you know?”
He hummed, etching your face into his memory. It was too good to be true, I mean, look at you standing there, all starry eyed, your scent invading his nostrils and the lipstick stain on your lips just a tad massy. He felt himself warming up when you locked eyes again.
“So have you- have you taken it then?” He slowly said, trying to see what your reaction would be.
You shook your head and scoffed, “god no.”
His heart dropped all of a sudden, his brain short circuiting as well. He expected you to beat around the bush a little bit, not outright say no.
“Uh, i’m sorry? Uhh may I ask why?” He stuttered, his cheeks flushing as he bowed his head down a bit, not wanting to look you in the eyes anymore.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so final, but I guess, because of my job?”, you scrunched your face again, heat rising to your face when you said the next words, “and also because I uh, I really want to see where this might go?”
His head shot up at that last part of your sentence. His thoughts had been going a million miles an hour. He had no idea how this could happen. How could he have matched with you if you hadn’t even done the test yet? Was this some kind of government scam after al?!
His thoughts quiet down when you grabbed his hand in yours, which urged him to focus on your eyes again. A small grin was present on your face, “you’re not a big drinker either, I see?”
A laugh left this lips as he entwined his fingers with yours, “uh, well. Not really used to being in this situation as well.”
He bit on his lower lip as you stood a little closer to him, your body heat radiating off you.
Your hands hung between you as you just looked at each other for a while, taking in the details on each others faces.
Spencer’s other hand came up to your face and he slowly tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.
“Uh, what if we went out once we’re back in DC?” He asked, his voice in a hushed whisper, almost to not disrupt the silence that hung between you.
Your eyes shifted between his as you rolled your lips to try to mask the smile on your face, failing flagrantly.
You nodded slowly before you lifted your head a bit closer to his and you pressed a soft kiss against his cheek.
He took a sharp breath when you leaned in, his heart probably skipping a beat.
You pulled away, just a bit as you looked up at him through your lashes.
