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*Trigger warning* Chapter Eleven: You Know Me Better
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[ Give me Love ~ Ed Sheeran]
So the thing about being in love with someone you hate is, you hate the idea of even loving them in the first place. The whole point of hating someone is to literally fucking hate them. While he did seem to kick her out of his house, he still didn't hate her. In fact she was his constant thought. She was his wet dream consistently and he had his chance to sleep with her right there in his grasp and for some reason the guilt set in. and it wasn't just the guilt for liking someone younger than him, it was the guilt that he still wore his wedding ring. That his wife would be so mad at him for sleeping with this woman, and yet part of him knew she would love Anya because he most definitely did. Anya Holmes was the constant headache that hurt his skull.
He was constantly working on ways at how not to be pissed off by the things she did. After her mental breakdown, she had yet to open up still. To tell people what was truly bothering her. This job was hard for everyone and seeing that it could take such a toll on such a young woman. Broke everyone's hearts. Derek was way too overprotective of her now more than ever. Hotch couldn't blame him; between the two of them they were mildly worried about her sanity eighty percent of the time.
JJ and Emily were concerned but they took her out for drinks and tried to pry open that very closed locked door she had put between herself. When she started this job she was scared of everyone babying her because of her secret, but now, she had so many and no one knew where to start. Not to mention the literal fact that she only told Morgan about her heart condition.
The point of a pacemaker is to give your heart a giant ass electric shock that will literally scare the shit out of you, and wake you up. Now in some cases, the pacemaker isn't enough of a jolt, or there's something constricting it from working. Or someone just needs to give your chest a nice punch a few times to get it to kick on. Anya was a wild card and was constantly throwing herself into the fire like every fucking chance she got. literally , she went head to head with the Fox, took down the reaper with some sick hand to hand combat, and tackled some kid who was kidnapping other kids.
