Aaron Hotchner One-Shots

Safe Place

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x fem!poc!mixed!reader [Excluding Pakistan & Israel reasons apparent in story]

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Ron Sherman (OC), Derek Morgan, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau

Words: 2.9K

Summary: Visiting the family of a victim turns out to be a more emotionally taxing experience than you previously expected

Warnings: hate speech (the victim's dad's a racist let's just say that but I didn't use any slurs), feelings of inferiority

A/N: Alright just going to open this one by saying this was slightly based on something that happened to me a few months back and I wanted to write something about it to make me feel a little better and decided to share. So this is how I personally dealt with the situation (aside from whatever an FBI agent can do that I can't) as it happened and it doesn't have to be how you would do it but that's how I wrote it. Either way, if this has happened to you seriously my heart's with you it feels like shit

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"(Y/N) do you want to take point on this one?" Aaron asked, looking at you over his case file. "We can go in together, but I think you might be able to get more information than I will,"

"This is just the family member right?" you asked. "Ron Sherman?"

"Yes," he confirmed.

From the look of it, everything seemed pretty standard, and most of the time when Aaron had a gut feeling he was right so you trusted him on this one.

"Alright, let's do it," you nodded, grabbing the keys from the table and tossing them over to him so you could get on with the investigation.

The drive was normal between you both, quiet for the most part, but sometimes the silence was nice. It was something you enjoyed about your relationship, even at home there didn't always need to be words said, sometimes just a glance, a touch was enough and could say everything for you.

When you reached the door, just like Aaron had said you took point, knocking and even standing in front of him while he prepared himself to observe his surroundings, make a miniature profile to better help you understand who Ron Sherman was.

The door opened with a click and a man in a white muscle shirt and grey cargo shorts stepped out of the door before closing it behind him.

"You," he pointed at Aaron with his head. "You're a fed, but you," his eyes were now scanning you up and down. "I don't know where they pulled you from,"

You weren't entirely sure what that was supposed to mean, but you had heard worse and more direct insults so you just brushed it off, to begin with.

"Sir, I'm Agent (L/N) and this is Agent Hotchner. We're here to ask you some questions regarding the murder of your son,"

"And why am I supposed to believe anything you say?" he asked, again not the first time you had come across some anti-government type person so you brushed it off again.

"Sir, we're here to help. Your son is our number one priority right now so any information you can give us would be extremely beneficial in helping us find out who did this to him,"

"No, you didn't hear me right, I said: why am I supposed to believe anything you say," he repeated, emphasis on you. "I'll listen to g-man over here, but I want you off my property," he pointed to Aaron again.

"Excuse me?" you asked. "H-Have I done something to offend you sir?" you asked just to be sure, because if this was going in the direction you thought it was, that was a long and dangerous raid ahead.