Yes Sir [Hotch X Reader]

Chapter 26

You take great pleasure in processing Fuller and are especially forceful and smug throughout the ordeal. You were never usually too harsh with unsubs, but you had no qualms about treating him like dirt.

Nobody seems to stop you. Whether they're worried about you blowing up again or approved of how you were treating him, you can't tell.

When he's in a holding cell and fully processed, you and the team make your way back to the hotel. You are quick to pack your things and come back downstairs. You're eager to get on the plane and sleep again. When you get back downstairs, the team is already waiting for you with their luggage.

"There you are!" JJ says "we were waiting for you." When you look around you find the team is all staring at you. They seem a little uneasy as if trying to mentally assess whether your mood had changed.

"Sorry" you apologize "I'm here now. Are we ready to go?" You feel the tension in the air dissipate a bit.

"Yeah, I've got the keys." Morgan lifts his hand, revealing three shiny keys. He tosses one to Emily and JJ before looking between you and Hotch.

"You and her?" Derek asks, looking straight at him. You can tell he isn't telling him, he's asking if he's up for it. Hotch nods and catches the key in the air.

When the keys are divvied up, you all walk out and put your luggage away before getting into your cars. You shut the door as Aaron gets in his side, putting on your seatbelt and closing your eyes while your head slumps back against the seat.

"Tired?" He asks, his voice more gentle as he started the car.

"No, I'm fine" you lie, trying not to worry him. You peep one eye open to look at him. He gives you a heavily skeptical look but doesn't say anything.

"I don't think I've ever seen the team scared of me before," you say after a pause, changing the subject.

"You don't usually get mad" he assures you "they just weren't used to it and didn't know what to do, that's all."

"Well, I had a good reason" you scoff, turning and looking out the window.

"I'm not saying you didn't" he clarifies. You're slightly relieved that he doesn't seem to be upset about the interrogation, but you're sure that has something to do with him feeling bad for you. You're not sure if that's worse.

"It's alright to lose it every once in a while, you know." His words hang in the air between you.

"You don't" you point out.

"Maybe I should" he shrugs.

"Maybe" you parrot back. Not taking his eyes off the road, his hand extends across the car. His palm faces up on the armrest, calling from your hand to take it.

You feel your body relax as your hand wraps around his. His fingers wrap around your palm and fully encompassed it. His hands were markedly larger than yours, making it easy for him to fully enclose it.

"I wanted to apologize again" you gulp "for taking over during the interrogation. I know you were supposed to lead."

"It's alright" he assures you, giving your hand a firm squeeze.

"No, it's not" you gave a heavy sigh as your head hits the back of the seat "I got carried away. I'm a bit surprised you didn't stop me, to be honest."

"I didn't stop you because you were doing well," he said, "you clearly remember something from when I taught you interrogation tactics."

"I guess I did" your face breaks out into a small smile. "Still, I thought I would get some sort of lecture about orders or subordination."