pov- imagines

FRIEND- A. HOTCHNER

pairings: aaron hotchner x reader, platonic!bau x reader
warnings: mentions of a bullet wound and getting shot
about: you don't want to be friends with aaron anymore
a/n: yes it is inspired by a song- a cookie if you can guess it correctly

teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you maneuvered your right hand to your gun at your side, pulling it out easily and looking to hotch next you. his eyes flickered from yours to the closed door, giving you a small nod after a few seconds.

you launched your foot against the door, knocking it down with a hard thud and running through the opening. "fbi!" you heard derek yell, and you checked each room of the abandoned factory with aaron, coming up with nothing.

"clear!" you stated, pointing your gun around you as you saw the last door, looking at hotch and giving him a silent signal.

"treeger! give it up, you're surrounded!"

it was the largest room, and the feeble string security you felt from having hotch behind you broke when you realized you had lost him.

you huffed, jaw setting as you looked around the room for gregory treeger.

"treeg-"

a hand wrapping around your mouth didn't let you finish, tugging your hair and not letting any oxygen past your lips. the other hand tightened around your waist, holding you against treeger.

you shrieked out of surprise and struggled, caught off guard. you tried to kick at him, missing and only letting him have more control over you. you were beginning to get dizzy and concerned over where the hell hotch was, so you bit the hand on your lips, gagging slightly when you broke the skin. treeger made a noise of anger, loosening the hand around your waist and letting you pull one arm out. in annoyance and maybe due to a small miracle, you remembered the move derek taught you and elbowed the man behind you in the gut; twisting around and hitting him over the head with the barrel of your gun when he let you go.

you miscalculated how long you were without oxygen, the hit you planned to go on his head smacking the air above instead.

you managed to blink away the dizziness and get a shot in when treeger ran towards you. he faltered but didn't stop, instead pulling a gun from his person- how the hell did you not notice- and making your eyes widen.

he pointed at you and fired three times, you doing the same and hitting him in the chest.

you grunted when he hit you in the chest, falling to the ground after he had. you forced your eyes to open afterwards, standing up with a hiss, walking towards the body and checking its pulse, not surprised when you didn't find one. you ripped open your jacket, finding a bullet lodged in your vest.

you panted, shutting your eyes, only opening them when you heard hotch's voice over the blood rushing through your ears.

"y/n?" hotch asked, touching your shoulder gently. you blinked, looking at his face, concerned, but still beautiful- the jackass.

"he shot at me. only one actually got me, i think; but i was wearing my vest, so i'm fine," you muttered, standing up quickly and regretting it immediately.

hotch's arms reached out, hands wrapping around your shoulders to hold you steady, and making you note a faint pain that came from that.