Willow Montgomery has always wanted to help people. It's the whole reason she joined the FBI, but when she gets transferred from sex crimes to the BAU it is nothing like she expected. Especially as she catches the eye of her unit chief.
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Trigger warning: racism, mentions of rape. This chapter is based on season 6 episode 15: today I do
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Willows POV Flowers. I used to enjoy receiving them always getting butterflies when a boyfriend or potential flame bought me them. I even enjoyed getting them from my father when he wanted something from me. But lately they have been freaking me out, when I got back to my apartment from Seattle a bouquet of dead flowers were waiting for me with another racist note, only this one was worse.
You'll be will be with your filthy monkey mother soon, right after I bend you over.
This guy is a full on crazy. I deal with crazy everyday but this dude is nuts and his obsession is with me. And that scares me.
I took photos of the notes and flowers and email them to Hotch as soon as I saw them, he insisted on being updated on the notes since I started receiving them. I still have no idea what our relationship is exactly, are we exclusive? Just fucking? Every time I think about it I go cross eyed. Every time he fucks me I go cross eyed, which has been a lot lately, I've had more orgasms with Hotch in the last few weeks than I did for my entire relationship with Hunter.
My phone ringing pulls me out of my internal debate. "Please tell me we have a case!" I all but shout down the phone.
"Uh yeah we do but you are on medical leave until your leg heals, I was just calling to see if you were ok,"
"Morgan, I don't need to go into the field I'll stay behind the scenes, staying in my apartment all the time is making me freak out!"
"Hotch won't like it..."
"Don't tell him and I'll just turn up, what is he going to do?"
"Whatever it's your funeral,"
~~~ Morgan was right, Hotch was not happy about me coming in the office. We are currently in his office where he is reprimanding me about protocol. "You were shot in the leg two weeks ago Willow, you can't be back here and you know it," good he was hot when he yelled, I wonder if he'd be open to fucking in here.
"Sir, I am fine. I won't go into the field I'll just help, I won't overstrain myself. I just can't be at home. Please," was is weird that I was calling him sir? I called him sir when he was fucking my brains out, I wonder if it was having the same effect on him right now.
"Is this about the notes?" He asks leaning forward on his desk, I wish it was me he was bending over. It was about the notes, as long as I was with the team I was safe. Safe from the racist lunatic who wanted to kill me. From the crazy guy who some how knew my mother was dead. He could be closer than I realised.
