Yes Sir [Hotch X Reader]

Chapter 8

The alarm woke you up in the morning.

The night had been uneventful. You had luckily woken up before takeoff, moving away from Hotch before the rest of the team found you. You drove home and slept, although you didn't have long to sleep in your bed.

You shut off the alarm. 6 AM, promptly. The nightmares were getting worse. You noticed you had no nightmares when you woke up on Hotch's shoulder, but they returned as soon as you slept away from him.

You weren't exactly sure what to make of that.

You get ready quickly, washing your hair and brushing your teeth.

You can't stop thinking about yesterday. About being held at gunpoint, how your life could've ended right then. But also how Hotch had comforted you so effortlessly. You hated it, but it felt so natural to cry in his arms, although you despised crying anywhere else.

You brush your hair and take the time to do your makeup quickly as to not be late. In your closet, you select a black skirt and light blue button-up blouse with black velvet heels. You had to admit, you looked stunning.

You grabbed your purse and made your way to the car, quickly resolving to bring in donuts for the team after the case. You had an amazing local donut shop down the street from your apartment. It was expensive, but the team deserved it.

It was 6:50, and you knew you needed at least 15 minutes. Sighing, you dialed the dreaded number on your phone.

"Hotchner."

"Hi Hotch," you said nervously "I might be, like, 5 minutes late for work today. I just wanted to bring in donuts for the team."

"That's fine, y/n," he says, making you breathe a sigh of relief "as long as you get all your work done before you leave. I believe Rossi is planning the party for tonight."

"Thank you, sir, and I definitely will."

"Oh, and one other thing," he says, his voice quieter. It was more of a mumble, bringing out the deep vibration of his voice.

"What is it?"

"Bring me a Bearclaw."

You couldn't help but laugh out loud as the line went dead.
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"Remind me again, who's the best person in the office?" You ask triumphantly. You set a ginormous box of donuts on your desk, and in seconds the team has swarmed around them.

"You are, of course," JJ smiles, taking her signature donut. You had memorized each order throughout the years.

"Did you bring anything for me?" Spencer asks, his voice delicate. You can't help but smile. You brought him something every time, but he still always asked.

"Of course," you say, grabbing a brown paper bag off to the side of the large box "As always, 2 blueberry muffins for Spence."

"Thank you" he smiles before taking the bag in his hands "You don't have to get me 2, y/n. I'm fine with one."

"I know you don't eat breakfast, Spence" you replied "You can eat two. Besides, you need brainpower. We don't need just another pretty face." You jut your thumb out at Morgan.

"Ouch, that hurt y/n."

"It should. And shut your mouth for once when it's full of donuts" you prod. Before you know what's happening, your arms are pinned down, and you're wrapped in a hug from behind.

"Y/N!" Garcias' voice squealed in your ear, "how are you?" She asks a million questions, clearly concerned for you.

"I love you too Pen" you joked "and I'm fine. It's just a cut, I'll be fine."