Retrograde [Completed]

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Hey all! I didn't want to give too much away so I'm keeping this preview short and sweet. For context, the team is on a case where closeted gay men are killed and they out them in order to help find the killer.

                 tw: alluding to panic attack

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"Do you have any guilt about outing these men?" You hold nothing back.

"Abby." Hotch warns but you continue your line of questioning. JJ's mouth drops open, and you think it's a combination of Hotch's use of your first name so casually and your aggressive questioning.

"They're not even alive to tell their truths but you thought it best to post their names and faces. They've clearly hid who they are to the public. Do you think releasing their personal information was the only way you could catch the killer?" You look at them pointedly.

"That wasn't our intention at all. We're just-" JJ begins but you cut her off, continuing to ask questions.

"You're spewing their information without thinking about how it would effect the lives of their loved ones?"

"That's enough questions for now." Hotch glares at you and you return his expression before heading back to your rental car. You hear footsteps behind you and speed up your pace, knowing what's the come. "Abby!" Hotch calls from behind you.

You make it to your car and turn around leaning against the door. "What can I do for you Agent Hotchner?" You ask icily.

"What the fuck was that?" He whisper yells at you, his eyebrows knit together.

"Don't cuss at me, Aaron." You cross your arms angrily.

"Abby, that's was inappropriate." His voice is harsh and you roll your eyes, scoffing at him.

"Was it inappropriate or did I expose you for doing something you shouldn't have?" You challenge.

"You were out of line." He says matter of factly.

"I was doing my job. And don't call me Abby when we're in the field. I don't know who the hell you think you are." You open your car door and he slams it shut, pinning you against the car. A familiar response starts in your body. Your breathing increases, and you feel yourself getting hot.

"A few nights ago I was the guy that got you to scream daddy while you orgasmed." The two of you are almost nose to nose. If you leaned forward you could kiss him. But instead of desire, you feel panicked as memories swirl in your head.

"I...please don't hurt me." You mumble automatically, shaking your head as you try to push the dark thoughts of the past away. You pinch yourself gently, trying to pull yourself out of the numbness before you fully succumbed to it. You were in the present, in the now. Hotch was not Brendon. And Brendon was gone.

"Hurt you? Abby, I could never hurt you. Ever."He says firmly, his hand coming up to caress your face.

You flinch away from his touch and it causes him to pull back, creating the perfect opening for you to get in the car. "I have to go." You say quickly before hoping into your car. You hear him calling your name but you ignore it, your foot hitting the gas so you lurch forward towards the direction of the hotel.