It Had to be You

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I walked into the house having made up my mind on what to do.

"Where have you been?" Evan asked angrily.

"I had lot's of paperwork, sorry," I say setting my things down.

"Yeah sure,"

"Look E we need to talk,"

"What, you need to speak your mind to me, you don't get to,"

"What the hell are you talking about, I just think we need some time apart," I say grabbing an extra bag for my things.

"Uhm no the fuck we don't stop packing," he says stomping over to me.

"No Evan, we need this. I'm so stressed out I have no voice in the relationship, you constantly degrade me even when we're not having sex. You don't show me love. This is just abuse at this point!" I say zipping up the bag and stepping infront of him, "Please move, don't make this harder than it has to be." I say.

"It's already hard. YOU MADE IT HARD!" He yelled grabbing my arm and pulling me with him causing me to throw my bag, thankfully it landed by the door.

"Ow Evan you're hurting me,"

"Good whore you deserve it, trying to leave. WE DON'T LEAVE EACH OTHER," he screamed throwing me down. Tears formed in my eyes.

He slapped me across the face so hard I bled, "Now what are you gonna do," He said towering over me.

"This," I said kicking him in the balls. I don't think I've ever run so hard. I grabbed my bag phone and keys because I left everything else in the car. I sped away seeing him peer the door as I pulled away.

At this point it was full on tears. But he couldn't do anything. Luckily everything there was mine the apartment was in his name but I payed all the bills. At least I had what I needed. I pulled up to a hotel for the night, cleaned my face and went to sleep. I was going to work early the next day to see Hotch and tell him I left. I didn't know how he was going to react to mark on my face but I didn't care. I was exhausted.

***

The next morning I put on the outfit I put in my bag and left early to go see Hotch at the office.

My heart was beating so fast in the elevator I thought it would jump out of my chest. As I stepped off and walked up the steps to his door I took a deep breath preparing myself for the conversation I was about to have.

*knock *knock
"It's open," I heard him say.

"Hotch, it's me," I say walking over the the chairs in front of his desk.

"Y/n, what's u- what's on your face?"

"Oh uhm, just the after math of last night. I can to tell you I left. Fortunately he didn't have enough to actually hurt me. I just wanted to let you know." I say staring down at the floor. U knew the look in his eyes without seeing them. anger and sympathy.

"Y/n," he said walking around his desk leaning against it, "Did he slap you? So hard it bled, I can see where the scab is forming." His tone changed bit just anger but hurt. Why would he be hurt that someone did anything to me. Hotch doesn't even like me.

"Yes, but that's it. I told him we needed space and he flipped threw me down and slapped me. But that's it. It's not a big deal he's done worse, It's not a big deal," I exclaimed looking up at him. His eyes looked black staring deeply into my (y/e/c) eyes.

"Look I'm glad you left but he has no right to EVER lay a hand on you. And you says it's been worse. Y/n I'm so sorry I never noticed." He said looking hurt.

"Aaron, you never could. And trust me I'm okay you don't need to worry,"

"Yeah sure I don't need to worry about your crazy obsessive ex boyfriend who like to hit you, sure," he said sarcastically. "I just want you to be safe, where are you staying?"

"I'm at a hotel. I pay for everything at our apartment but the bills are in his name."

"Well I can't have one of my best agents living in a hotel. If you need a place to stay my house is always open to you. And I'm sure everyone else would stay the same." He says taking a seat next to me.

"Well thank you Hotch. I just thought I would tell you."

"And I appreciate it, a lot,"

"Well I'll let you get back to work then," I say getting up to leave.

"Wait," he said grabbing my hand pulling me close to him, "Let me see your face," he said light grabbing my chin for him to see the mark. I had been trying to not show him fully the damage he did. "Does he wear rings? Is that what these marks are from?"

"He does," i say wincing at the pain of his fingers on my skin.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." He says looking down into my eyes.

"I should go," I say not breaking our gaze.

"Right," he said kissing my cheek, "I'm going to be out of the office today but if you need anything just call, don't hesitate," he said letting go to walk back to his chair.

"Thanks Aaron," I say swiftly leaving his office.

"Did he just kiss my cheek. The way he looked at me. Like he genuinely cared. WHAT THE FUCK!! I cannot like him right and he cannot like me, RIGHT?? I don't think I'll even forget his eyes, the way he stares into me soul. And that kiss. So gentle but meaningful. Omg." all the thoughts going through my head as I got back to my desk.

A few moments later I saw Hotch leave.

***

As the morning continued people kept showing up. I was deep in thought so I didn't carry many conversations, just me and Evan broke up and offers to stay at peoples houses but I only took up Rossi's offer. I knew he had a little penthouse in the edge of town he would let me stay in. And when I say little I mean the whole top floor on the building.

***

Aarons POV

As I left the office anger filled my bones. How the hell could he hit her. She's so beautiful and smart and kind and he had the audacity to hit her. No I needed to see this sick motherfucker, I was gonna show him how sorry he'd be.

A/N 1126 words in this chapter and things are getting juicy, stay tuned