#unsubs

Pairing: None

Angst

For: Anonymous Request

Content Warnings: Reader is the unsub, shooting, murder, fake crying, lying to officers, canon violence

Summary: The unsub was an officer, but they didn't realize which one.

Author's Note: A bit short, but I love this. Especially with that ambiguous ending

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN

"Hide the sun

You should save your eyes

“Can we just go over what happened again?”

When you were called to Aaron Hotchner’s office, you didn’t think it was for another report. Earlier that day the unsub they’d been tracking had made a bold move. He’d infiltrated the BAU. Unlucky for him, he’d decided to take you hostage. When they found him he was unconscious with a claw mark across his face.

You’d confessed to striking him, after all it was self defense. But you insisted that the mark was not your doing. No one asked questions. No one but Hotch it seemed. You worked in another department. The meeting was purely coincidence. So now why did the Unit Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit want to run through the events again.

“I don’t mean to be rude sir, but I spoke to the agents earlier. I defended myself. That was all. “

“You don’t seem affected, most people have a harder time dealing with an attack like what you experienced. “

“I’m well adjusted. This is the FBI after all.”

“Those marks, they were already on his face.”

“That’s what I said.”

You were getting a bit agitated.

Hotch closed the folder in front of him, and when he stood, shutting the blinds, you could feel yourself becoming a bit tense. He was now standing at the door, facing you.

“Let’s not waste each other’s time. You’re wesen.”

You flinch, instinctively woging. Hotch barely reacted when the white fur took over your skin. The glow of your green eyes is now prominent.

“A Pflichttreue, that explains a lot.”

You jumped back, changing back.

“Y-You’re going to kill me.”

You looked terrified, and Hotch shook his head. He moved back to his desk, and you backed up into the wall.

“I was just curious. I need to know you aren’t a danger to my team and anyone else here.”

“That’s rich coming from a Grimm!!”

He understands the reaction.

“I’m not some unhinged vigilante if that’s what you’re worried about. I have no reason to come after you. Not unless you give me one. “

That was definitely a threat.

“That’s all. “

Hotch sat back down, and you barely moved. A part of you really thinks this is a game. Maybe a test.

“Is..is that it?”

“What were you expecting?”

“I-I don’t know. Maybe you, jumping from over your desk and chopping off my head.”

“I don’t walk around with a machete. You should stop reading those nursery rhymes. “

Now he was mocking you.

“Have a nice day.”

That’s all he says, and you send him a look before carefully moving to the door. The second you’re outside, you pace, not before sending a look in his direction.

Of all the places you could have encountered a Grimm, why did it have to be at your work.

You weren’t exactly looking forward to meeting him again.

~~

“Hold the elevator!”

The call makes you smile, and you hold it open as Penelope runs over in her usual floral outfit.

“(Y/N)!!”

She’s wearing that bright smile.

“Good morning Garcia, beautiful outfit as usual.”

“Thank you, thank you.” She gives a little curtsey, and right before the elevator begins to close again, a hand stops it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see you.”

You’re quick to apologize. Whoever it was had dropped their briefcase, and you kneel, picking it up as you send them a smile.

“Here you g..” When you straighten, the male is not who you expect. You swallow. It’s almost a reflex.

“Thank you. “ You backtrack, and he steps in.

“Good morning Hotch!”

Garcia greets, then goes on a rant about something or the other. You barely hear it. You only process it when the conversation ends.

“I’ll see you up there boss. Bye (Y/N)!!” Garcia waves and you try to step out with her.

“Garcia, wait!” The door closes in your face. Hotch isn’t standing that far behind you. You step to one side.

“I already told you I won’t hurt you. “

“Sorry if I don't have absolute faith in a killer.”

That apparently has struck a nerve, because he turns around and you back into the wall when he gets closer. He’s so much closer, and you have to hold your breath.

“I’m not a killer.”

You want to bark another retort, but his eyes, there’s sincerity. Not something you thought you’d ever see from a Grimm. You can’t look away. Truth is you’re just surprised by it all. Because you knew what he did. He saved lives. Had you never found out about his true identity, you would have still admired the profiler. He was a hero. In more ways than one.

But his legacy, that’s what scared you. Seeing him on a daily basis was alarming. It felt like you were tempting faith every time you came into work. Every other wesen in their right mind would have immediately put in for a transfer, or simply quit. Money wasn’t worth losing your head over.

The ding echoes, and Hotch takes a step back.

“Have a good day Ms. (L/N).”

When he’s gone, you finally release your breath.

“Mothertrucker.”

He may not have been a killer, but he sure as hell knew what he was doing.

~~~~

“(Y/N).”

The call from your boss makes you turn.

“Yes sir.”

“Aaron Hotchner has requested your assistance. Their tech analyst is currently unavailable. A family matter.”

“That’s right.”

She’d gone back home to visit family because of the passing of one of her relatives. You’re sympathetic, but then his request runs over in your mind.

“I’m sure there is someone more qualified.”

“He specifically requested to work with you. Apparently Ms. Garcia thinks very highly of your skills. “ Your boss sounds proud. The last thing you want to do is let him down, but you’re not exactly ecstatic.

“I’ll do my best sir.”

Getting a request from the BAU of all departments is every tech head's dream. You excuse yourself, moving to gather your stuff. You know Garcia was just trying to be helpful, but Hotch, he knew. Yet he still asked for you.

“He’s either a sadistic moron.”

Or..someone is in real danger.

Both options make you a bit queasy. You step into the elevator, and the second you’re in there, you have a little mantra to get through the day. The ding alerts you that it’s time to get to work. You step through the door, and you search for Hotchner. The familiar dark haired female is who you run into.

“(Y/N), I heard you’ll be running the case with us.”

Prentiss' smile is inviting, and it helps to calm your nerves.

“Yes. Mr. Anderson was really excited when your boss called for me. I think I almost saw him crack a smile.” Prentiss laughs as she guides you to the round table. When you get there the case files are already laid out, and JJ has the remote, about to start the briefing.

Hotch is standing, eyes moving in your direction the second you’re inside.

“This is (Y/N) (L/N). She’ll be going with us until Garcia gets back on Friday.”

They all nod, giving little introductions. For the most part you know all of them pretty well. Garcia was always very descriptive when talking about her friends. You’ve met most of them at least once. You take a seat, and JJ begins.

As she’s running over the case, you fail to catch the look Hotchner sends you.

It's fleeting.

Gone in a blink of an eye.

~~

“Something you want to tell me Hotch?

Rossi thought he’d imagined it on the plane ride, but spending two days on the hunt for a killer in the streets of New York, he was sure about it now.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Hotch’s focus is on the map.

“That new Tech analyst. You haven’t taken your eyes off her since she came. You’re either concerned she’s the unsub we’re looking for or..”

Hotch didn’t reply to the insinuation.

“I’m just being careful.”

“Of course.”

Rossi didn’t sound convinced, and he left the room when the detective they’d been talking with entered. Hotch looked down when he heard the buzzing of his phone. He flipped it open.

“Hotchner.”

“I know where he’s holding them.”

That was all he wanted to hear. Hotch gestures to Rossi and they all head in the direction of the office you are working in. Prentiss and Reid are strapping on their vests.

“Hotch he has a stream going. We need to take it down. He lives for the attention he gets.” Morgan explains.

Hotch’s eyes turn to you.

“Can you disable it from here?”

You shake your head. He’d caught the slight tremble in your hands as you worked to try and remove the feed. The views were increasing with each passing second. It’s clear that the graphic video is not what you’re used to. But you’re doing a decent job of holding it together.

“Whatever he’s using is doing a good job of rerouting my connection. Just watching this right now is a task. He’s streaming through a very sophisticated program. I..” You let out a breath.

“I need to access his computer, or at least be in the same room as his router.”

He was afraid you would say that.

“We’ll find another way.”

“NO!”

They all turn at your yell.

“People are…they could die if I don’t help. I have to help.” Hotch exchanges a look with the others.

It looks like there isn’t another choice.

“We need to get you a vest.” You nod, and they begin gearing up.

You swallow.

“I can do this.” You need the mental talk, because this wasn’t cleaning a computer virus, or uploading software. You were about to encounter a real killer. Whether you liked it or not.

~~~

“We have the area surrounded. He’s not getting away.” Hotch nods.

“Morgan, Reid JJ, take the back. Rossi, Prentiss you’re with me and Ms (L/N).” Your hand tightens on the laptop in your hand.

“Are you ready?”

Was anyone ever really ready to face a serial killer.

“I’m ready.” They begin to fall out, and you follow closely. The plan was simple. Hotch’s group was tasked with protecting you. Morgan’s squad is handling the unsub. They know the moment the feed is gone, he would come looking, and they would have an opening.

Everyone spreads out. Sneaking into the house is easier than you expect. But you supposed the team knew that too.

“Narcissists are overconfident. He thinks he won’t get caught.” Hotch is watching your back as you work through his program, and you nod at the explanation. You’re clicking at the keys, and when the green bars pop up, Hotch recognizes the way your shoulders relax.

“Almost there.” You whisper.

“Overconfident?”

The new voice makes your body stiffen, and when you hear a gun cock, your fingers stop their tapping. Hotch has his gun aimed in the unsub’s direction. He’s on the opposite side of the room, a grin on his face, gun in his hand. You don’t move an inch, and Hotch stands in front of you protectively.

“They wanted it, all I did was give them what they wanted.” You clench your fist, your eyes glow, teeth gritted. Hotch can hear the low growl behind him.

“They did huh.” You challenged.

You woge, and his eyes grow wide, he falls backwards dropping the gun in the process and Hotch rushes forward, dropping and cuffing him quickly. You roll your neck, changing back, but the unsub is still screaming. His yells draw in the rest of the team. When Morgan enters he’s a bit confused at the fearful cries.

“We found them, all safe. We made it just in time.” You release a sigh, and Hotch begins leading the killer out the room. Your eyes follow him all the way out. Morgan walks over giving you a pat on the shoulder as SWAT begins falling inside.

“Good work. Not bad for a rookie.” He gives you a little grin, and you nod.

This was not what you expected at all, but at least his victims are safe. That’s all that matters.

The ride back is fairly quiet. Not much is said. Hotch notices the way your eyes are directed out the window.

You’d been evaluating a lot.

After getting off the jet, everyone had pretty much called it a night. You were at the round table gathering your tablet and computer. Hotch’s gaze stays planted on you as he stands by the door.

“You’re not at all what I expected. “

You finally turn to him.

“I’m sorry for what I said. You’re not a killer. Not even close.”

Seeing the way he’d saved not just you, but all those victims, it was incredible. You’d spent so many hours behind the safety of your screens. A barrier you suppose that kept you protected from the part of the world you rather not see.

“If you ever need my help, I’m here.”

He respects that declaration. Hotch knows what it took for you to even work the case with them. Although the seriousness of the situation outweighed your personal views, you still could have refused. But you took it regardless. Even after finding out he was the one that requested you.

You hold out your hand, and Hotch moves closer, shaking it.

When you pull back, you smile.

“In the future however, I’d advise against boring holes in the back of my head. Your coworkers think you have the hots for me.”

Hotch couldn’t hide his surprise at the observation, which just made your smile widen.

“I may not be a profiler, but I’m not stupid. I can tell when someone is marking me.”

Your eyes glowed, and you let out a soft growl, chuckling. Heaving your bag on your shoulder, you blinked the light away.

“See you later sir.”

𖧧. ָ࣪ ！CRIMINAL MINDS UNSUBS ！1.01 ！⨳

✧ RICHARD SLESSMAN :: “ isn’t that the girl that went missing ? ”

Spencer: let me ask Hotch

Unsub: it's not a ch-

And yes, this is directed right at Spencer Reid.

Everett Lynch, the Chameleon, is not able to scare me. If I have to define the sensation that he provokes me, it's disgust.

A man who takes away the face of another human being? Splatter. And it's sounds like déjà vu. The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974).

And there was even another Criminal Minds's episode that had an unsub who did the same, but I can't remember which, in this moment.

And in both cases fear wasn't my first thought, honestly.

I feel nostalgia for the old times, with unsubs like The Reaper (Omnivore, 4x18, Nameless, Faceless, 5x1, Outfoxed, 5x8, 100, 5x9), Mr Scratch (Mr Scratch, 10x21; The Storm, 11x22; The Crimson King, 12x1; Mirror Image, 12x7; Wheels up, 13x1) and the Prince of the Darkness (Our Darkest Hour, 5x23; The Longest Night, 6x1). These are my favorite villains, and the ones I remember easier. The scarier.

If I had to choose just one... I would have said Scratch, before seeing episode 13x1, where they, in my opinion, made a big mistake, if they didn't want to get that effect. Making Scratch begging Luke to help him, to save his life... In a way so... Scarce... Was weird.

From the mysterious creature he seemed, the one who scared people using their own childish fears, he turned in a ordinary man, a little man.

And I was a bit disappointed.