Sir. [hotch x oc]

Ch. 4

What is wrong with me? I was swooning over my 38 year old boss.

I quickly made it to my car and turned on the heat. It was snowing outside and it felt like it was below freezing. I loved this weather though. It allowed me to wear my sweaters. I had about 35 in my closet.

I sat in my car outside the office for about 5 minutes, resting my head on my steering wheel.

How did it come to this? I never felt like this before I left. I don't understand what changed. He looked almost the same, besides aging a few years. I didn't look much different either, besides maybe growing my hair out a bit. 

I turned the key a bit more and started the car. I put the car in reverse, pulled out of my parking spot, and started driving home.

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I pulled into my parking spot in my apartment's private lot. I got out of my car and heard my phone buzzing. It was Spencer.

I swiped to answer the call.

"Hey Spence. What's up?"

"What do you plan on doing this weekend?"

"Ah, I don't know. Maybe sitting in my house, wallowing in my own self-pity. Why do you ask?" I say smiling, even though I knew he couldn't see me.

I continued walking to the elevator and pressed the button the call it.

"Do you wanna come over? We can watch all those old Christmas movies that you love!"

I smiled widely as I got in the elevator and pressed the 5th floor button.

"That sounds amazing. I'll see you tomorrow. I-"

The elevator stopped

"May, you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm alright. The elevator stopped."

The lights flicker a bit and then it continues going up. I hated this old place, things were always going wrong. 

"Nevermind, it started again."

"Huh, weird. I'll see you tomorrow, May. Love you."

"You more, Spence."

I heard the phone hang up and let out a small sigh followed by a smile. Spence knew how much I loved Christmas so every year around this time, he'd invite me to his place to watch old Christmas movies. It was my favorite tradition we had.

I eventually made it to my floor, walked to my door, and unlocked it. I stepped inside and threw down my messenger bag on my couch. I went over to my kitchen, opened my fridge and sighed at the sad sight that I saw inside. There was a bottle of ketchup, a pack of lunch meat, and a bottle of vodka.

I grabbed the bottle of vodka, popped the top, and took a quick swig. Ah, I loved that burn. I put the bottle back in the fridge and let out a small laugh that soon faded as I realized how sad that was. I went to my bedroom and changed into a pair of shorts and a big t-shirt. I plopped down on my bed and was out not even 10 minutes later. 

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It was 7 am again and I heard my awful alarm going off again.

I swiped to turn it off and sat up. I rubbed my eyes, but soon realized that I forgot to take off my makeup. Again. I rubbed the black residue off my finger and went to the bathroom. I did my business, put on my makeup again, and went to get changed. When I walked back into my room, I heard my phone buzzing on my night stand. I went over to pick it up, hoping it was Spencer. I was sorely mistaken.