Yes Sir [Hotch X Reader]

Chapter 18

⚠️Mature sexual content (obviously)⚠️

The rest of the day goes by slowly. You decide to skip lunch and put more time into your paperwork, much to your coworkers' dismay. Garcia brings you back some food from a local Café, but even then you don't stop work while you eat.

You find yourself sneaking glances up to Hotch's office periodically. You thought over your conversation over and over again in your head.

Mentorship. In a lot of ways, he was already was your mentor. When you had first arrived at Quantico his training had felt a lot more like micromanaging, but he had let you take back a bit of freedom. Sure, he brought you with him a lot on cases, but you were at least allowed to go with other team members. He didn't read over your paperwork then, nor did you have to be under constant supervision.

This wasn't just trying to make you a better agent, this was another punishment. You knew that he didn't think you had learned your lesson. And maybe you hadn't. But you certainly didn't think the answer was making you someone's assistant.

The other problem was who the mentor would be. You didn't really like the idea of it being one of your teammates, but you didn't know if you liked the idea of him doing it better or worse.

The mentorship he had described went beyond micromanaging. It was babysitting. At least, until he felt you had grown up enough to take care of yourself.

The fact that he didn't trust you was incredibly aggravating. You knew for a fact you could do your job well, at least the important parts. The only thing was him. Why was it so hard to just listen to him?

And the more you thought about it, the more frustration built in you. You felt a wave of red hot anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach making your cheeks flush.

The team notices this and keeps clear from your desk as you scribble furiously. Emily and JJ try to speak to you, but you give one-word answers, continuing to write.

What upset you most was your psych eval. It was infuriatingly true, made even worse by the fact that it sounded a lot like things he had said to you before.

You might not have trusted yourself, but that fact that he didn't either made it so much worse. It solidified those worries for you. He said you were a good agent, but how could that be true when he insisted on treating you as a child?

But of course, to you, this was a challenge. If he didn't think you could do your job correctly, then you would do everything in your power to prove him wrong. You would follow his orders to the letter and do all your work perfectly until he had no choice but to give you some freedom and admit that you were capable.

And so, you spent hours pouring over the paperwork. You didn't take a single break and seldomly took your eyes off the reports. You included as much detail and possible and even proofread your paper for grammar mistakes in an attempt to make your work undeniably perfect. Your head almost ached from the amount of thinking without breaks.

Because you were so indulged in your work, you didn't notice how the team kept looking at you. They watched as you wrote quickly on the reports, mumbling under your breath. They gave each other looks back and forth as if asking with their eyes what was wrong.

You also failed to notice Hotch and Rossi staring out at you from their offices. You didn't look up when you heard Rossi's office door open and hear his footsteps across the balcony.

"Aaron, what's wrong with the kid?" Rossi asks, waking into his office without knocking.

"Somethings wrong with Reid?" Hotch questions. He doesn't even glance up from his paperwork. David coming into his office without warning was a relatively common occurrence.