**blessing you with a Hotchy Poo pov**
Hotch's POV
Hotch steps into the interrogation room waiting for Morgan to follow, already pissed off from this man's demeanor. Morgan walks in closing the door, stepping behind him, leaning against the wall. Hotch pulls out the chair slamming the file on table, making the man jump in his seat, before sitting down. Opening the file, he read through absolutely nothing pretending to look at all of the bad things the unsub's done.
"What's your name?" Hotch asks sternly glaring up at him watching him itch in his seat. The man's avoiding eye contact as if that will let him pass on answering. "I'll ask once again, what's your name?" He closes the file, folding his hands on top of the table, keeping all emotions blank as he squirms in his seat.
"My-my name is Ryan McLovin." He trembles finally making eye contact.
"Cmon man, quit messing around. What's you're real name?." Derek snarls.
"Ryan McLovin. I-I changed it a few years back." Ryan shakes in his seat. "I'm not going down for this, I didn't do anything wrong." Ryan shouts. Hotch stands up rapidly slamming his fists on the table, leaning a bit forward.
"You killed innocent women and planted anthrax in a building attempting to kill anyone who entered!" Hotch shouts watching Ryan flinch, scratching the side of his neck nervously.
"I didn't kill anyone." Ryan answers.
"CMON MAN. QUIT PULLING THIS SHIT!" Morgan screams waking over to him, watching Ryan flinch as he places one hand on the table, the other on the back of his chair, leaning close to his face.
"I'm not lying! I never killed anyone! Just let me go!" Ryan cries out leaning away from Morgan as much as possible. Morgan stays in that position for a brief moment watching Ryan tremble underneath him, before standing up looking at Hotch.
"I'll call Garcia." Morgan responds walking out the door, Hotch nods as he steps out, before turning back. Ryan sits up straight in the seat, taking a deep breath, clearly trying not to piss himself.
"Now, Ryan, is it? You threatened one of my agents, and expected to get away with it. May I ask why you thought that?" Hotch asks pushing the file to the side before resting his hands on the table.
Your POV
You watch Derek step out of the room, pulling out his phone, stepping next to Spencer and you, releasing Spencer's hand from yours. He lifts his phone in the center of the three of you, calling Penelope.
"Hey big sexy, here to turn me on?" Penelope jokes over the phone causing Derek to chuckle shaking his head.
"Babygirl, I need you to run a background check on a Ryan McLovin." Derek responds seriously, trying to hold back laughter.
"You're pranking me right now aren't you? Because I can't tell if you're making a McLovin from Superbad joke right now." She asks her tone becoming a bit harsh.
"No, I'm not joking sadly. This ass apparently changed his name legally a few years back." He states, looking through the window, briefly watching Hotch interrogate the man. You raise your hand grabbing ahold of your necklace as Spencer notices, flashing a smirk.
Really? You're smirking right now? Read the room.
"Okay I got a hit... Ryan McLovin, who really did legally change his name which I hope for his sake was a dare— previously known as Ryan Courtsik—"
"Get on with it babygirl." Derek insists.
"Right sorry. Ryan Courtsik, age 29, grew up in San Antonio, Texas before moving to Syracuse, Kansas five years ago. No prior arrests but— oh. He has a record that's been expunged." Penelope answers, clicking on her keyboard filling the silence.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to Spencer Reid
FanfictionSince working in the BAU, Spencer has been your best friend. After almost losing him on a rather awful case, you began documenting your feelings in a series of letters. "There are three things that cannot be hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth...
