"And what if I don't?" You ask defiantly. He comes up closer to you at that remark, close enough so you're the only one that could hear him. Close enough that he hovers over you, pressing your back against the wall.
"Then, I'd pull you into the bath...
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That night you come in and out of sleep, twisting and turning in your bed. The nightmares persist when you sleep alone, although they never stay the same. Sometimes your held at gunpoint, and sometimes your too slow to save someone. It always ends the same, though, with someone dying and you waking up in a cold sweat.
Your alarm wakes you up in the morning and you get ready in silence. After your shower, you sit on your bed and stare at the wall for a few minutes. Your concentration is broken by the ringing of your phone. Hotch's name flashes on to your screen.
"Hey," you say, your voice quiet and tired.
"We've got a case. Bring your go-bag in for work." His voice is hurried and concentrated, and your guessing he's in a hurry to call the rest of the team.
"Alright. I'll be there as soon as I can." You rub your eyes, trying to shake the tiredness from them.
"Are you okay, y/n?" He asks, his voice quieter but full of concern "you sound tired."
"I didn't sleep well, but ill be fine" you answer dismissively.
"You can sleep on the jet," he tells you. It sounds less like a suggestion and more like an order.
"Aaron, I told you I'm fine. I want to help on the case, I don't need any more sleep" you assure him. You were exhausted, but that wasn't going to stop you from being helpful.
"You can't do your best work if you aren't rested. You'll sleep on the jet, end of discussion."
"Fine, you win" you sigh in defeat "I'll see you soon."
"Alright. Drive safely" he says.
"I will. Bye."
"Bye" he returns, and the call ends. You noted how he never gave a goodbye to anyone else on the phone. Usually, he just ended the call with whoever was on the other end. You never quite understood that. But either way, you appreciated that he always said it to you, even if it was a small gesture.
You finish getting ready and drive to work in silence, your go-bag packed in your trunk. You stumble into headquarters and sit at your desk quietly, trying not to raise too much attention to yourself.
"Hey y/n," Emily says cautiously, sitting by your desk "feeling better?"
"Hmm?" You ask, looking up at her.
"You seemed a little angry yesterday" Spencer clarifies, standing behind Emily.
"Angry is an understatement" Morgan argues "you looked like you were about to shoot someone. I just about put in an order for some new bulletproof vests."
"I'm fine" you give a weak chuckle "I was just kind of upset yesterday."
"You were fine before you went into Hotches office" Reid notes "did something happen?"
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