when i'm in a room with you,
that missing piece is found,
when you're by my side darling,
nothing can bring us down.
criminal minds fan fiction
grumpy x sunshine
slow burn
friends to lovers
aaron hotchner x oc
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TW: blood, weapons, gore, hospitals
Hotch's POV
I held my weapon outwards as I swarmed the seventh floor of the department store, SWAT members following alongside me. Customers huddled in corners of the room; their eyes wide in fear.
It didn't take long for the floor to be swept, I now realised that the seventh floor was approximately half the size of the rest, so it wasn't long until we were able to move the terrified customers and workers out of the store and into safety.
The mic in my ear buzzed before Ada's voice started, "I have eyes on the target, I repeat, I have eyes on the target. Back-up needed on the sixth floor. The subject is armed and seems delirious. How would you like me to precede?"
I thought for just a second, there had already been so many deaths, it would be better to try and at least save him.
"Try to talk him down." I responded into the earpiece.
I shooed the last of the people down the stairs and out of the building, before entering again, making my way to the sixth floor with Morgan and Prentiss.
It only took a minute to reach the sixth floor, the door at the entrance slammed open, a medic pushing past us with a woman on a stretcher, her hip bandaged up in a t-shirt.
I entered the floor first, Prentiss and Morgan quick behind me, the space was much bigger and ten times as chaotic than the other ones, it took a moment to take it all in.
"Dawson, where are you?" I asked into the mic as I split up from the others, making my way through the racks of clothing.
Nothing.
My heart quickened slightly, I tried to ignore the panic which spread through me when there wasn't an answer, "Do you copy Dawson?"
I kept my gun upwards as I pushed through the dread, moving quickly through the store's sixth floor, and towards a large sign for a café in the corner.
A pair of shoes lying on the floor caught my attention, a sense of relief washed over me when I realised that they were male shoes. However, that quickly dissipated when I saw another body lying just a few steps from the man.
"No-" I muttered, holstering my gun and rushing over to the woman's body. I didn't want it to be her, I would do anything for it not to be her. But the closer I got, the more the face became the outline which I had grown to recognise as happiness and movie quotes. Blonde hair tousled messily, blood matting the hair to her lips as red liquid dripped from the side of her mouth. I crouched down, closing my eyes tightly as my breath hitched at the sight.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Okay, focus.
I grabbed onto the sides of her head carefully, trying to ignore the way my hands trembled, turning her face to look up at the ceiling. Her eyes out of focus as they blinked out small tears, before they began to close again.
