Yes Sir [Hotch X Reader]

Chapter 35

⚠️ warning: sexual content, smut as promised, and [breif] mentions of abuse ⚠️

You take a seat in the chair facing the interrogation room. Aaron sat across the table from Richard, watching as the man scribbled over papers. You could only assume it was a written confession to the crime.

"There, done," Richard said, slamming the pen down on the table. Aaron took the papers and glanced over them, nodding to himself as he looked over the signatures.

"Now, I've done my part" he continued "so I have a question for you, Agent Hotchner."

"And that would be?" He questioned, not looking up.

"Why do you suppose I am this way?" He asked. He leaned forward against the table as if daring him to answer the question.

"By this way, did you mean obsessive, creepy, or violent?" Aaron responded. He finally looked up to meet his eyes, laying the report flat on the table.

"Funny," he said without a hint of amusement "but I meant violent. It was so natural for me to hurt you. I mean, I saw you, and I just wanted to bash your head in with a bottle. The girls, too. If I had 'em alone for long enough, God. I'd love to make them pay for ignoring me. That's just the way I am. That's my normal. I don't understand how people feel anything different."

"So, Hotchner," he continues, leaning back in his seat "since you seem to know everything about me, I have one last question before I get put in the slammer. Indulge me one last time, if you will. Why? Why do you suppose people turn out like me?"

"You were just responding to what you learned, Richard," he said after a moment. He stands from his chair with a deep sigh, collecting the paperwork in his hands. "When you grow up in an environment like that, an extremely abusive, violent household, it's not surprising that some people grow up to become killers."

From behind you, you hear the door open. When you glance back you see three officers, apparently ready to take Richard away.

"Are they done?" One of them asks you.

"Looks like it" you respond. At your call, all three of them enter the room. Two work on unconnected Richard from the table while one grabs him roughly and pulls him to his feet.

"Wait!" He says suddenly, stopping their movements. "You said some people."

"What's that?" Aaron says, already moving towards the door.

"You said some people grow up to become killers" he repeats. His words hang in the air for a moment, waiting for a response.

"And some people grow up to catch them," he says flatly, keeping direct eye contact. "Take him away."

At his call, the officers bustle him out of the room and past you, shutting the second door. You stand completely still, processing his choice of words for a moment. Did that mean-?

You don't have much time to think over it. After a deep, tired sigh, Aaron turns around and takes a step out of the room. Immediately, his eyes land on you.

"Hey," you say after a moment. You scan his face for any emotion you can find. Any indication that he was going to explain what he had just said. An extremely violent, abusive household? How had that never come up?

"Where's Rossi?" Is his admittedly underwhelming reply. You realize quickly that he hadn't expected you to be there.

'He'd admit something like that to Rossi, but not me?' You think. The thought almost stings. You'd known each other for years. You'd spent almost every day with him for weeks. It stung, even more, when you realized he wasn't going to explain himself.