Summary:
A case hoists your whole team to a location where you're forced to work closely for a week with your boss and the man you've been harboring unwanted feelings for. Those emotions start to fester, making you both act unlike yourselves. (aka someone yearns over someone and is MAD about it)
Notes:
this brought to u by me procrastinating and a heavy dose of mitski <3
(no but honestly idk where this came from)
also hotch is awkward in this one (and as always thnx for reading <3 lemme kno whatchu think)
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whatchu think)
Work Text:
It wasn’t a good day. It was a hard one: with interrogations that never end, seemingly stretching out longer than average because of people (and you couldn’t really blame them) being reserved and restrained in speaking out, ;and no rest. You’d grown familiar with the latter, but not the first. And you were by far the only one suffering from the events of the day. Prentiss and Reid had slipped away earlier, choosing to go back to the morgue for another talk with the medical examiner.
Rossi and JJ sit in the room nearby, talking with some of the kids, unfortunate for witnessing something they never should have known existed. Terror lingers in their faces, even after they’d been pulled away from the piazza where bullets had rained upon. Morgan is still out there, refusing to return and standing watch with SWAT, in case the culprit wanted to show up again. Not that they’d ever let him go alive at this point.
Hotch, the man of few words and your boss, stands by your side, body tense and nerves taut. He’s as close to losing his temper at the police chief before you as you are. Which is why you defuse the situation before that happens.
“Chief Smal, how about I get back to you on that after an hour?”
The man, who’d been rambling on and on about the incompetence of the FBI for not stopping something that you couldn’t ever predict, stops. He gapes at you, offended and angry. If he was any less animated he wouldn’t be fuming out of his ears and nose.
“Excuse-me?”
Hotch makes a sign to move, talk or whatever he thinks can fix this. But you don’t allow him.
“Great”, you chirp, feigning better than an actress, “You are excused.”
You turn sharply away, leaving the man sputtering and shocked, and continue down the hall. He’d been so goddamned annoying and useless, keeping you both away from your jobs – and hounding Hotch like he’s the boss. Like Hotch can’t just wave a hand and have the man dismissed without a contradiction. But this man, the one who is always direct and curt, was being nice. He’d been nothing but fucking courteous the whole time.
You knew this. You’d had an entire fucking week working close by with him, paired up since the jet dropped you off on location. And that niceness you’d once found commendable and charming and had made you swoon far too many times to count (not that you would admit you do, you’re not insane), is now irking you.
Even now you can almost hear his voice. First, gentle when he calls your name. But then not. And you realize he’s trailed behind you. Long strides made by his longer legs and taller frame, and he followed you easily as you stormed off.
There’s no hint of niceness in his clipped tone as he calls your name again.
“Agent, I’m speaking to you for fu—”
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Short stories (Hotch x fem!reader) // ✔
FanficAn archive of oneshots - every chapter is separate and can be read on its own 1.On the way back from a case, a phone call with your father leaves you angry, broken and sad. What you don't expect is Hotch, your boss and the man you've been harboring...
