Say It (Hotch x Reader)// ✔

The Less I Know the Better

Summary:

Something unexpected makes you confront Reus earlier than you thought you would

Notes:

idk what this chapter is - i wanted the thrill of sb's life in danger and also to see Hotch lose his shit so that's what this is, practically
*TW: blood, blood mention, and sb getting beat up

writin action is not my forte guys, so just read this with an eye closed, or like, drunk or sth, bcs i literally felt like a 1st grader who just learned english with the vocabulary in this but !!!!! either way!! u have angry!Hotch; losing his shit!Hotch and some other random stuff

(also if its not clear yet, the fact shes so struck by Reus' appearance is bcs they look almost like twins, and she keeps seeing Revi/Ronin instead)
-this is heavily unedited lol sry

*song by Tame Impala ayy lol

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You're more than fidgeting when you make it back to the police department, and you're unhappy. You've hitched a ride with Morgan and Prentiss, as their SUV follows diligently the police car with Reus in the back. You hadn't even stopped to discuss with anyone else at the scene – you remember faintly that it had become crowded, from the officers, the forensics, and anything else you cannot think of at the moment.

It's like your brain has stopped working once capturing Reus. The only thing in your brain like a mantra is him. Revi and him. You've never been so impatient before in your life, and your leg is shaking from nervousness even in the car. How will it feel when you know the truth? You don't even note the way Morgan and Prentiss share looks with each other in silence, before Morgan turns to stare at you in the rearview mirror.

Thankfully to Morgan's driving skills you make it to the NYPD building in a short amount of time. The ignition isn't even off yet before you jump out of the car, shutting the door behind you with a thud, ignoring Prentiss' calls. Your legs take you fast towards the police car in front, wanting to witness it yourself – that Reus is here, and he cannot flee. You stop a few feet away and stare as two police officers drag Reus out of the car, his hands cuffed behind his back, and they guide him up the stairs of the building's entrance. Your stare bores holes into the back of his head, it must be – because he turns, as much as he can before he's shoved forward by one of the officers. His smile – even his fucking smile – you think, even that has a faint resemblance to Revi's. They disappear inside. You don't know how long you stand there, frozen in place, before Emily is beside you, tugging you gently towards the building. That's when you start functioning on automatic, robotic movements.

When you're finally inside, the department has fallen into a deep-set silence, even though the floor is swarming with officers, an after effect of witnessing an international fugitive getting caught, perhaps. Olivier finds you lingering in front of the interrogation room, and he has to place a hand over your shoulder to shake you out your thoughts.

"Where is he?" you ask, voice foreign to your own ears. He hadn't been taken anywhere else yet, and he's not even in the interrogation room. Martins is still getting stitched up and checked, and well – if anyone has to interrogate Reus, he'd be first.

"He's getting checked by the M.Es" Olivier says, and he pushes a coffee cup into your hands. "It's going to take some time. You should rest."

You turn to glare at him.

"Don't look at me like that" he says simply, voice sympathetic, "we've been working nonstop for 2 days now, and you look like you haven't slept for 4 instead"