Yes Sir [Hotch X Reader]

Chapter 6

⚠️TW: SUICIDE AND DEATH DISCUSSED IN THIS CHAPTER⚠️

In the morning, you're woken up by a loud blaring noise. You groan without opening your eyes.

"Turn it offffff" you slur your words, tiredness making your voice raspy. You're comfortable and warm, your head leaning back against a pillow.

You hear Hotch make a noise, and the alarm turns off. After a moment you open your eyes, adjusting them to the darkness.

You move slightly, trying to look over at him, but when you flip over your met with a wall of chest. When you shift, you feel something under you.

"Oh my God."

The object you're laying on is a familiar, muscular arm that wraps around your back. Your arms are wrapped around his chest, and you have a strange feeling the pillow you were laying your head on was not, in fact, a pillow.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." You say a nervous apology, sitting up quickly and untangling yourself from his limbs. You quickly stand up from the bed and turn on the light whilst pulling down the shirt you wore as pajamas.

"What?" You hear his voice come from the bed. He sounds dazed, his voice slightly creaky from sleep. It brings out his baritone, making your body shutter.

"I was- you where-" you shake your head slightly, turning on the light. Realization spreads across his face.

"I'm so sorry, I, I don't," for once he seemed flustered. He stood up out of the bed, looking at you. Both of your cheeks were flushed.

"Can we just pretend that didn't happen?" You mutter, and he gives a silent nod.

You both get ready in the morning quietly. You brush your hair and teeth, quickly applying makeup to cover the red mark on your cheek and the purple bruise on your forehead. Crazy couple of days.

You decide to leave your hair down for once and select a light pink button-up shirt with grey dress pants and black open-toed shoes.

"You look nice" Hotch observes as you check yourself in the mirror.

"Thank you, sir" you say, a smile on your face. In the mirror you look him up and down.

"You look nice too," you compliment "is that a designer tie?" It's royal blue with a checkered pattern. He smiles a bit and nods.

"Are you trying to impress our unsub out of hiding?" You tease, making him blush a bit.

You loved your ability to make him smile. You loved that he allowed you to tease him, that you got to see a more personal side than the rest of the team did.

You meet the team downstairs at 6 AM sharp, dark circles under their eyes.

Morgan informs you all that Garcia sent the list late last night, and you survey the list. All Psychiatrists and doctors that worked with depressed patients that had clearance to change the medication. Inside this small town, there weren't many.

"Alright team, we're going to split up to cover more ground. Everyone here can go to one of these locations."

"Jinkies" you mumble, looking over the list still. The team looks up at you, confused.

"What, did none of you watch Scooby-Doo growing up?" You ask defensively. Reid raises a hand tentatively.

"'Let's split up gang?' Ring any bells?" Morgan chuckles as the team gives you a look.

"Whatever. Hotch, I'm taking Dr. Woods office. I'll call you with any developments." You reach up to grab a key, but to your suprise, he pulls it out of your reach.