Crying Lighting (Hotch x Reader)// ✔

3.Ship to Wreck

Summary:

You approach Agent Hotchner with an offer - wanting to help.

Notes:

yes im back with another one!

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That test he ran comes up negative and it verifies at once your innocence because he's not interested in you anymore. And you could head home – that's what they'd all said after verifying your alibi as well. But your feet cannot move, and your brain feels fizzled.

So, you stay seated inside the police reception hall, catching quick glances of agents in suits as they go in and out. There's 2 new people in Agent Hotchner's unit you note. One is an old man – moustache and salt-and-pepper hair, emanating the usual high-class air that only rich people have. The other is a girl, black haired, wearing a red tank top and slacks. She doesn't sport her gun holster at her side like Elle did. You find yourself thinking about her more and more as the time passes. 

The young police officer from before – Eric or Erin – hands you a warm cup of coffee and when it's done, almost every agent from the BAU having left the precinct, you go back to your tactics. First, it's Eric/Erin, who you charm by asking for the bathroom – something clean and more lady-like than the visitor's rooms. That's how you get inside without any suspicions. Second, hand covering his, body close so he can catch a whiff of your lilac perfume, you ask him to get you another coffee. It's not enough time for what you want to do. 

But you'd noticed how much he stumbles under pressure so 5-6 minutes is all you have. So, you have to use it wisely. As soon as he leaves, you walk in deeper through the corridor of open offices. Police officers do not notice anything strange at your presence – not when you stride confidently through the room as if you've been here countless times before.

You hear Agent Hotchner's voice before you can spot him –

"-he's traced her back to Washington, maybe the news of her engagement got sent to his prison-"

You halt – all your makeshift strength abandoning you at once as if evaporating from the warm weather. He says something else – orders and whatnot, and then a door slams shut, and he's out. He stops before you, finding you before you can.

"How did you get here?" he asks, expression stern, "who let you in?"

Words won't come out of your mouth, no matter how much you will them to. He shakes his head, narrowing the distance.

"Come on" he says. He grabs your elbow and it's as if he grants you the power to talk again.

"I can help you catch him-"

Talking – more like blurting out words – surprises him too. He stops, hand still over your elbow.

"I know everything about him, childhood, past crimes - everything."

"We have the information we need" His hold on you tightens, his patience running thin. You push through with more self-confidence.

"G-Gideon – he mentioned something about a profile once."

His eyes snap to your face.

"How you take someone's childhood, life story, and everything to compile a profile. It's how you catch them, right?"

He doesn't give you a sign so you continue.

"My father – you thought he was impulsive and hot-headed, and it's surprising he escaped, no?" You near him, and he takes a step back on instinct.