"𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒" | 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃,
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱.

𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 didn't expect to wake up alone, tangled in the sheets of Aaron's bed, his shirt from the day before clinging to her body. She hummed, reaching out for Aaron only be met with an empty bed. Blue eyes opened, flinching at the bright light flooding through the window.

Her heart rate increased as she heard a large bang from downstairs, she checked her phone at the side of the bed, 10AM. Aaron would already be at work, so who the hell was downstairs? It was instinctual for Averie to grab his gun from under the mattress.

She stumbled out of the bed, gun in hand, it took her a few deep breaths to get out of his bedroom. Averie followed the noise, leading her down the stairs into the kitchen.

Her footsteps were quiet, tears welling in her eyes, as another bang came from the kitchen, Averie span the corner gun in hand, finger on the trigger. Normally fear paralyses people, makes them unable to approach what's making them paranoid. Yet, despite the shake in her hand and tears threatening her eyes, she was ready to shoot.

"Jesus!" Averie shouted, gun dropping to the floor, echoing against the floor.

Penelope looked up to her with wide eyes, watching the ginger girl slide down the door until her head is tucked into her knees, she wasn't sure when she started crying but tears were flowing down her face and her sobs couldn't be contained.

"Ava!" Penelope rushed over, dropping the files she was once holding across the floor, "Are you ok? I'm sorry, I scared you, are you ok? Are you hurt?"

Averie couldn't catch her breath, panic rising in every word she tried to speak, clawing at her hair in a way that made Penelope frightened. Her hands were shaking, body shivering and Penelope had never been so clueless on what to do.

It was ten minutes of holding the younger, crying girl in her arms before she calmed down. Shallows breathe falling from her lips, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" Penelope repeated, running her hands through Averie's hair, "I'll go get you some leggings, some socks and we'll go to the office, ok? Hotch is there, and Spencer, and Morgan, you'll feel safer there"

Averie barely nodded her head, feeling exhausted yet wound up all at the same time. She stared at the gun that she dropped on the floor, thankful that it hadn't fired accidentally. Penelope ushered her into her leggings, then the car, and Averie couldn't keep track of her movements until she was in the comfort of the BAU office.

Aaron instantly knew something was wrong, Averie's face flushed red, covered in sweat and tears, and Penelope looked like she was going to be sick, "Averie!" He sped down the few stairs, walking over to the younger girl.

She collapsed flush against his chest, "Your here" She whispered against his skin, his arms instantly wrapping around her waist in a tight grip, "Your here"

"What the hell happened?" His voice was harsh and demanding, glaring at Garcia who wanted the ground to swallow her hole.

"I, I really didn't meant too sir, I went to get the files you requested and I didn't realise Ava was still home, so when I was banging and dropping stuff because you now how clumsy I get, I didn't think anything off it until I heard her enter the room, and she dropped a gun and then she was crying and I'm so sorry!" Penelope ranted, running a stressed hand through her hair.

Without another word Aaron led Averie up to his office, "You need to breathe, sweetheart" He whispered against her head, holding her closely in his arms, "Come on, darling, nice and slow"

"I thought he was back"

Aaron held her a little tighter as her voice broke, "And Derek killed him, he's dead right? Nobody can hurt me except literally anybody can, you arrest so many people every month for killing and what, what if I'm that unlucky it happens again"