Yes Sir [Hotch X Reader]

Chapter 2

Smoothing your hands through your hair, you jumped out of your car and raced inside before dropping your things off at your desk. You grab a pen and pad of paper and race up to the room where you saw the team.

Outside the door, you take a deep breath and straighten the wrinkles out of your pants nervously. Carefully, you place your hand on the door handle and silently slip in, closing the door quietly.

Despite your attempt to enter unnoticed, the whole team turns to look at you, and the room falls silent. You could read the looks on their faces. Some were curious, and some were apologetic for your inevitable reprimanding.

"Your wearing makeup, y/n," Reid says after a moment, earning a soft round of chuckles from the team and effectively breaking the silence.

"Thanks, Reid. Nice to you see you too" you say back sarcastically, earning more chuckles. Hotch clears his throat loudly, commanding silence.

"Y/n, take a seat please," he says calmly. A bit too calmly. You shutter, nodding silently and surveying the seats. The only open one is the one next to where Hotch is standing, his empty chair next to it. Just great.

You walk over quickly and take a seat, opening your notepad. It wasn't required you take notes. No one else did, at least not as consistently as you. But you felt it helped you be better, made you feel more useful.

Hotch continued speaking. You missed the beginning of it, so it was lost on you. You tried your hardest to pay attention, but your mind was wandering.

You had thought after what happened to Hailey he would have been different. Perhaps it was selfish of you to think so. You knew there were several ways to deal with grief. The only difference was that you thought he had finally softened his rougher edges. But he didn't. After he recovered, he gained that back and then some. Like he was defending himself against some unknown threat.

Since then, you'd harbored a tiny pill of aggression towards him. It annoyed you how commanding he was. Like he could say one word and the whole world would obey him. Like he was the ruler of everyone and everything.

And as much as you hated to admit it, he was right. He had a certain quality that made him so, so domineering that he made everyone the team came in contact with listen to him. Everyone obeyed what he said. You had seen unsubs break under just a bit of his pressure after hours of interrogation.

You know he never abused his power. To his credit, he was fair. He was a good leader. But for some reason, you found it so agitating that one man so effortlessly controlled his surroundings, that people allowed him to. More than anything, you hated how despite these feelings, you still wanted him to like you. You yearned for some sort of praise, just for him to tell you that you'd done well. Some sort of recognition from him. You knew you weren't alone in that fact, but it still irritated you.

It was so unlike you to feel that way. You found yourself usually making friends so easily. It was hard to hold onto any ill feelings towards anyone. The feeling of guilt was painful, constantly in the pit of your stomach. The guilt stemmed from the fact that you knew you harbored a dislike for a man who had been through so much, and deep down you knew he truly had done nothing wrong.

"Y/n" a voice pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up at Hotch, you leaned against the table in front of you.

"Yes sir?" You said innocently. The use of the word 'sir' was a nifty little psychological trick you picked up. The word had certain connotations. It implied a deep amount of respect for the person who was being called it. In some cases, people linked it to a release of power. A general understanding that that person knew better than you in some area or another. They were your superior, you their subordinate.