Blinded by Hate | a.hotchner

Chapter 38

You and Aaron were stuck, you needed new information to continue the profile. The only thing you could do is wait. Patrick Johnson had yet to greet you and Aaron, the fucking coward. You had a feeling that Aaron would be able to control his emotions when he saw Patrick.

The sound of Emily and Derek's voices approaching, pulled you and Aaron out of your bored trance. You had your feet sitting in his lap, his hands tracing lines up and down your bare legs.

"Hey lovebirds." Derek greeted you and Aaron with a wide grin, "How's your trip been?" He wiggled his eyebrows, a smile still plastered across his face.

"It's been fine." Aaron said gruffly, standing up after you retracted your legs, "What did you get from the wife?"

Emily gave you a confused look, to which you shrugged your shoulders, "Not much, we know that he preferred younger women. Their marriage was already on the rocks, ignoring the fact that he was seeing a call-girl."

"We know from the second crime scene that she shows no remorse." Aarons started to tell them, "There was an empty packet of Viagr-"

He suddenly stopped talking, his eyes locking on the newest person in the room. You saw Aaron's hands clench into fists, his jaw set tight and he stepped in front of you. Emily and Derek looked incredibly confused, their heads looking in between Aaron and Mr. Johnson.

You cleared your throat, "Guys, this is the Attorney General of Texas, Patrick Johnson." You gritted out, moving to stand next to Aaron.

"Mr. Johnson, can I speak to you for a moment?" Aaron asked, grabbing Patrick's arm and practically dragging him out of the room.

Emily and Derek were in shock, their jaws dropped as Aaron and Patrick left the room.

"Y/n? What was that about? Do you know?" Derek asked you, once the door was shut.

You nodded with a sigh, wishing you could just finish the case and leave, "Morgan, can you give Em and I a moment?" You tried to keep your voice steady.

He stood there for a while, his eyes searching your face for a reason why you wanted him to leave, but he eventually did.

"What's up y/n? Did something happen between you and Aaron? Or the Attorney General?" She moved her hand to grab your arm.

You hesitated. You wanted to tell her, but you feared the same thing you feared with Aaron. You didn't want her to be disappointed, or think less of you, even though you knew she wouldn't.

"Yeah, um. Aaron sent me and Mr. Johnson up to the crime scene yesterday, while he checked our bags. And, um, when we were in the elevator. He, uh- he tried to grope me." You told her sadly, finally letting your pent up tears fall.

Emily's jaw dropped, and her eyebrows knitted together in sadness.

"He- he didn't just try. He did, he grabbed my ass." You voice shook as you told her, "I put him in his place, told him to fuck off and all that. But I can't get the feeling of his hand to leave my mind." You let her pull you into a hug.

"I'm so sorry, y/n." Emily stroked your hair, letting you quietly cry.

You drew in a shaky breath, "For a split second, just a moment, I was so scared. I was trapped, all alone in that box. He could have done anything, and I wouldn't've been able to escape."

"I know, y/n. I know. If Aaron hasn't already, I'll kick his knees in." She tried to lighten the mood, which helped some.

"I don't want you or Aaron to get arrested on assault charges. I just want to finish this case, and go home." You felt her hesitation, but she nodded her head, "And, please, don't tell anyone else."