Yes Sir [Hotch X Reader]

Chapter 4

⚠️warning: suicide and sexual harassment discussed in this chapter. If this is a sensitive subject for you, please skip and read the next chapter ⚠️

When the jet landed, you bunched up your pants into your fists instead of clutching the armrest. The flight was about 7 hours, so by the time you landed It was about 3 p.m. You were also starving because you hadn't eaten breakfast or lunch.

When you stood up, your legs were shaking furiously, but you grabbed your bags regardless. You were too prideful to allow anyone else to carry it for you, though you know anyone would've.

When you walk out of the jet, Hotch is yelling over the engine. He splits up the team to interview the victims' families.

"Y/n, you come with me."

Great. Just perfect.

You see the rest of your team get into their SUVs, speeding away. You follow Hotch silently, going to your respective car.

You place your bags in the back and go silently to the passangers seat. You didn't even have to ask who was driving. Hotch always drove everywhere, no matter what.

"So where are we going?" You ask after a moment.

"We're going to the police station. I figured we could interview the officers to see what they know then we could see the bodies."

You nod, looking out the window. You sit in silence for the entirety of the ride, which feels like an eternity. You go over a million possible conversation starters in your head, anything to break the silence, but ultimately decide to keep quiet.

When you arrive at the station, you and Hotch close the doors of the SUV and walk up to the doors.

"After you," he says nonchalantly, holding the door open. You can't help but smile a bit at the gesture. You mumble a quick 'thank you' and slip through the doors.

You walk in front of him, faking confidence as you saunter up to the front desk.

"Hey beautiful, how can I help you today?" A man looked up from the desk. His words make you shutter a bit as his eyes probe your body, landing on your breasts. You feel Hotch come up behind you.

"I'm agent SSA Aaron Hotchner and this is special agent y/l/n of the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. We're here to interview about your serial murderer case and to inspect the bodies."

His voice was cold, colder than usual. When you looked up, his eyes were narrowed fiercely at the man.

"Of course. This way sir." The man stood up and scurried away, and you both followed him quickly.

There it was again. The little word that always seemed to be adorned to him. Sir. Just minutes ago this man had been treating you like a piece of meat but contracted a sudden air of professionalism just at Hotches presence. It annoyed you slightly.

You shake your head, forgetting the little thoughts that troubled you so often. Right now you had to focus on the case.

You both split up to interview the officers. The consensus was that these deaths were all suicides, nothing too suspicious about them. They had all been found in their homes, apparently hung.

Eventually, Hotch and you make your way back to the morgue and look over the bodies privately.

"Find anything important in the interviews?" You ask, skimming over your notes.

"Nothing that seems too important now. And you?"

"These cops are either incompetent or stupid" you say, finally looking up. He gives you a look. "Come on Hotch. You and I both know these weren't suicides. I made a phone call to Garcia and the number of people that died of suicide in this town is few and far between. It wasn't a group suicide either unless the bodies walked to their houses again. You know this isn't a coincidence."