For 2 weeks Aaron was gone. No word, no message. Nothing. You spent those 2 weeks wondering where he was, using the techniques that you've learnt over the years to try to find out any information from people around.
It was no luck. It was like he vanished into thin air.
You didn't really know what to do. Pacing around Aaron's office, his computer looked more and more tempting. Aaron made it obvious that you had no use roaming around on his computer. He said that you had no need to do that, that the stuff you'll find on there will be boring.
But the days passed and each day you got more worried. He'd never done this, even in the early days of your relationship he would tell you what he was up to, where he was going.
You: Aaron, where are you, I'm getting worried? You typed for days on end to Aaron.
Subconsciously you knew where Aaron went or was trying to meet with. Your brother. But you didn't want to believe it, you didn't know what Aaron would do in his temper. Aaron could get angry, blinded by hate and anger. It scared you a tad, but you knew he would never hurt you, he always made sure of that.
Walking along the New York streets. Unlike Aaron, you grew up in New York, you knew the side streets like they were on the back of your hand. Over the years it never changed, busy streets of yellow taxis rushing past taking tourists to a different hotspot. The prices are just getting higher and higher, it's a miracle that you've stayed so long. The towers standing tall above you, showing who's in charge along the skyline.
You buzzed the apartment that you were in a few weeks ago, you were quickly let in. It hadn't changed, just the smell. It smelt of Aaron. Tapping on the button to call the elevator you scanned the area, you stared straight at the CCTV in the corner. You knew your brother could have easily hacked into the system and knew it was you.
Hopping into the elevator you pressed for the penthouse.
"Missed me that much?" Riley's voice spoke mechanically, with a faint hint of buzzing from the intercom.
"You know I haven't, I just need you to answer some questions." You smiled falsely
There was silence after that. You just waited for the 'ting' of the elevator, your foot gently tapping.
"One more thing." Riley's voice echoed, "Leave your weapons."
"No, sorry, I can't." You smiled.
"Then you can't come in." He laughed, before it cut out.
"How will I know you won't try and kill me?" You hissed back.
"Kill my darling sister?" He faked acting shocked, "I would never kill my sibling."
"Okay, I'll ask them from out here." You huffed folding your arms, like you used to do when you were younger.
"Go ahead." You could hear his smirk from the intercom.
"Have you seen my husband?" You asked.
"Aaron?" His voice asked with confusion.
"Yes, thank you for remembering his name. Have you seen him, talked to him?"
"No, why? What's happened, not killed another member of our family I hope." His eyes rolled, even though you couldn't see him, you can remember his mannerisms.
"My family." You corrected, "I haven't seen him for 2 weeks, he isn't answering calls or texts. I don't know what to do. I thought he was going to come here to arrange a meeting-."
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Fighting Fire and Fire
FanfictionMafia!Hotch x Assassin!Reader He had an assignment for her, she inquisitively accepts, not ready for the consequences. 18+ SO MINORS STAY BACK, VIOLENCE, BLOOD. It might not be your cup of tea