A Different Kind of Love

School Fight-Hotch

Jack is younger in this, reader is his older brother. The reader gets into a school fight and has to go to the BAU before going home. How will the team react when the reader shows up with a split lip and a nasty black eye? More importantly, what will Hotch say?

Warnings: minor injuries. 

Of course, you had gotten yourself into trouble. You were a danger magnet- as Derek, your uncle, liked to say. Whether it was cutting your hand open while cooking or walking into a pole on accident- you were a danger magnet.

Today was no different. You saw a nerdy kid being picked on and took matters into your own hands. They were seniors and you were a junior, but you weren't going to let them beat the shit out of a helpless freshman. Besides, your dad had taught you a few things.

One thing led to another- fists thrown, blood splattered, cries of pain rang out- as fast as it had happened, it was over. You had right-hooked the leader of the 'pack.' The others had kicked the freshman away and went for you, saying words not even Uncle Dave would mutter when he was pissed. You had put up a good fight, but four against one? Not good odds. It definitely showed, your nose was bleeding, your lip slit open, and your knew your eye had to look like shit.

But you achieved your goal: the freshman had hurried away and after the 'pack' had their fun with you, they moved on, muttering about smoking pot later. You watched them go with a sigh, pulling yourself off the cement of the back parking lot of the school. You tasted pennies in your mouth and spit out a glob of blood, watching it melt into the black tar of the parking lot.

Wiping your nose with a hiss, you pulled on your backpack, heading towards the bus stop. Dad wanted you to go to the BAU today after school and if you didn't show up at all he'd have your head. Knowing you'd have to explain the fucked up face and bruised ribs, you came up with a plan.

What would the team say?

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You got the answer to your question as you stepped out of the elevator into the bullpen. You had moved your ball cap down to cover your face, adjusting your backpack nervously. Maybe you could slip into a cubicle and stay out of sight and text your dad to say you were doing homework.

But as you stepped by JJ's desk, the mother she was- gasped, "Oh my god, y/n-" This caught the attention of the rest of the team in the bullpen. Even Dave was there, he had been sitting on the edge of Emily's desk making dinner plans.

You pulled your ball cap further down as JJ shot up, "I'm fine- really, it's-" Dave was over now, the whole team except your dad and Penelope crowding behind him to see what was going on.

"Take off the cap, kid." Dave urged, reaching for it himself. You jerked away in fear of exposing even more of your bruised and bloodied face.

"I said, I'm fine, I- I-" what could you say? You looked like absolute shit. "It's nothing." you opted for. Dave hummed and swiftly reached over, pulling your ball cap off, exposing your bloody face. There was collect of gasps and curses. You dropped your head down, trying to walk away, "It's nothing." but Dave grabbed the back of your shirt to keep you in place.

"Who did that to you?" he gestured to your beaten face and you huffed. You could see the concern swirling in Dave's eyes. He was like your second dad and always worried about you and Jack.

"No one. I got into a bit of trouble, but I'm fine. Really." you shrugged off his hand, looking down at your feet.

Derek was the one to speak now, "A bit of trouble? Kid, your face is black and blue, what happened?" You shifted your backpack on your shoulder and someone took it off for you, most likely Emily, and set it to the side. You couldn't just escape now.