A Different Kind of Love

Wait-Rossi

This chapter keeps getting published for some reason. I guess enjoy? I haven't done any editing so it'll probably have a few mistakes.

Something didn't feel right.

But no one seemed to notice.

So maybe it was just you.

But it wasn't.

Derek started to step forward into a dark room when you pulled his shoulder back, "Derek, wait-"

"Y/n- what-" you pulled him back just as a long spear slid through the door's entryway. Unfortunately as you moved him, you didn't have time to move yourself.

You didn't feel anything at first, but as Derek's eyes went wide- you saw why. The booby trap had kabobbed you into the wall, spear crammed between your shoulder and heart.

Blood started to well and Derek forgot all about the stupid room, shouting out, "AGENT DOWN!!!" There was a loud commotion as one of the groups presumably took down the unsub.

Derek holstered his gun and pressed his hand around the pole sticking out of you. "Hotch!" He yelled into his ear piece.

By this time, you were starting to slump against the wall in shock. Derek grabbed your waist, "Easy, easy.." There were rushed footsteps and in walked Rossi into the hallway. Oh Rossi. You loved him so much. His face would be priceless if you weren't about to pass out.

He was broken out of his stupor and launched into action. He grabbed your waist, able to use both hands to keep you up. "Pressure, Derek, focus on pressure. I've got her." Derek nodded and pressed both hands around the pole in you.

Your head sagged down and Rossi called your name, "Hey, hey, head up, y/n. Y/n, look at me." You pulled your head up and he offered a reassuring smile you knew was hiding his fear. He had turned the soft and sensitive David off to become the quick-minded Agent Rossi.

"AARON!!!" Rossi bellowed, needing the man to radio for an ambulance if he hadn't already. Hotch breezed into the hallway within seconds, his face hardening in shock.

"They're on the way." He relayed, moving to figure out how the spear was attached. You set your head back, breathing in short, quick breaths.

"I've got you." Rossi stated, his eyes locking with yours, "Breathe. You're alright, take a breath."

Derek looked to Hotch, "Hotch, I need-" The dark haired man was already moving, keeping the pole steady so Derek could focus all on applying hard pressure.

You clenched your teeth and let out a weak groan of pain. You glanced at Rossi, "I told you... bad fucking vibes..."

Rossi managed a half-smile, "I know, I know. I should've listened- had you sit out." Your lips quirked up at the edges. You felt sweat dripped down your face.

You looked to the pole in you, "G-Great... impaled today..."

"You've always gotten hurt in weird ways." Derek tried to joke, flashing you one of his charming smiles.

You swallowed thickly, "Yeah..." Hotch was keeping the pole of the spear steady, dark eyes flickering over you in concern.

There were footsteps and then JJ was walking down with Spencer. As soon as she saw you, her eyes went wide, "Hotch-"

"Direct the medics. Keep everyone out." Hotch ordered without even looking over. He didn't want the spear shifting around in your body.

JJ pulled Spencer with her, who looked pale. Your head sagged back down, hair grazing Rossi's chin. Rossi leaned his head down so you were looking at him, "Hey, I said eyes on me."