Haven [aaron hotchner x reader]

Twenty-one

Nobody around looked suspicious, the bar was just filled with a bunch of drunk and dancing college kids.  Stiles however was looking very uncomfortable and did not fit in.  You glance at him and he's just standing there looking around the room and messing with his hands.

"Geez Stiles, you need to relax a bit.  You still look like a cop just out of uniform," you tease him.  He blushes a bit and replies, "Sorry, I don't really go to clubs much."

You turn and wave down the bartender, "Can we get 2 pop-ups?"  The bartender nods and Hotch's voice chimes in your ear, "Mrs. YLN, just a reminder that there should be no drinking."  You roll your eyes, "It's a virgin drink, Professor.  Don't worry, we'll keep a clear head."

The bartender passes the glasses and you give one to Stiles, "Bottoms up!" you say and you two clink glasses.  The drink goes down smooth for you but Stiles grimaces and coughs.  "What the hell was that," He strains.  You laugh, "Doesn't matter, come on."

You grab Stiles' hand and drag him into the mass of dancing people.  You start moving your hips to the music while he just stands there like a stiff board.  "Dance weirdo, we can see everyone from here," you laugh.  Stiles falters for a moment before doing his idea of dancing which pretty much consisted of jerky movements and practically smacking the people beside him.

"Stop, stop," you laugh. You grab his hands and place them on your hips and you wrap yours around his neck.  You begin to sway your hips to the music and help lead Stiles in his movements.  "Yeah, great.  See you're getting it, just like that," you encourage him.

Just then Hotch's voice rings in your ears, "I might not be able to see you two, but I've got a pretty good idea of what's going on in there."  Your breath hitches and you give Stiles a look, he has not reaction so you ask, "Did you hear that?" He furrows his brow and says, "Hear what?"

You shake your head as if saying, "nevermind," and continue with your dancing.  Eventually turning around to look around at the crowd without thinking.

You two continue dancing with your back to Stiles' front when you spot 3 men with 2 girls.  To inauspicious eyes they looked to just be a small group leaving the club, but further examining would show them practically carrying those 2 women.  They were headed for the back exit.

"Holy crap, Stiles look!" You exclaim and stop dancing.  Stiles' eyes follow yours and he immediately starts to communicate with Hotch.

"3 Caucasian men, 20-30 years old, 2 brunette and one blonde heading for the back exit with 2 incapacitated women. Let's move," Stiles placed his hand on belt and grasping his gun as you both bolt for the door through the heavy waves of people.

You two make it through the door and walk right into the stand-off between the 3 guys and Hotch, Prentiss, Rossi, and Mary.  The two women were slumped on the ground knocked out from whatever they'd been drugged with.

The 3 men were in a line, the blonde haired man being the closest to you but still far enough away you weren't concerned.

"Put the gun down!" Hotch yelled at them.  It was 5 against 3 and you were unarmed your only protection being Stiles who was about 5 feet in front of you.

The 3 men looked to have no remorse or care for their lives and suddenly one of Hotch's lectures sprung into your mind.

"Spree killers are notorious for using suicide by cop as their escape plan.  When they've been backed into a corner and are unable to find a way out, they refuse to go down without a fight.  Thus, ending in a suicide by cop scenario."

All three men had guns which meant this was going to end in a shoot out.

The next 10 second seemed to happen in slow motion.  As the men finally went to put their guns on the ground, the blonde made a quick move and aimed his gun right in your direction.  The other two also quickly resumed their guns in the direction of Hotch and them.