Use Me, Sir. || Aaron Hotchner x Reader

|6| It's Me

"Think of me in the depths of your despair."
- Adele

    It had been a few days since everything happened at the club and you had never felt such a mix of feelings. There was a constant whirlpool of thoughts as your mind replayed what Hotch had said. What he had done. How he acted after. You couldn't tell if you felt sad or if you were angry. Part of you was sad about him thinking that he could use you like he did. Sad that he felt nothing towards you. But the same part of you felt so angry about everything. Angry that he just left you as if you were just another object in his collection. Angry that you let yourself be treated like shit by Aaron fucking Hotchner. And most of all, angry at yourself for practically giving yourself to him.

     You tried your best to shake away the thoughts in your head as you turned into the parking lot of the office building. Cautiously, you pulled into a parking spot next to a gray Honda and parked, making sure to double lock your car as you got out. Your boots clicked on the tiled floors as you began walking through the main entrance towards the elevators. When you got in, you noticed a man was already there. You shot him a quick smile and pressed the eighth floor button while moving to the open spot behind him. He looked rather familiar but you just assumed your mind was playing tricks on you. He was tall. He had medium length dirty blonde hair that stopped just at the nape of his neck. You examined his body from slightly behind him only to be faced with no name tag, ruining your chances of figuring out who it was. The elevator came to a stop at the fifth floor as the man began his exit. I know him, but how and from where?

     Once the elevator reached the eighth floor, the doors opened to reveal a very anxious Garcia talking to Emily just out of eye sight of the glass office doors.

     "Y/N!" Garcia squealed, motioning for you to come over to her and Emily.

     "Hey Pen, hey Em, is everything alright?" You questioned, confused on what was going on with her.

     "Well," She said as she wrapped her arms around you and Emily in a huddle and began moving you down the hallway, farther away from the bullpen entrance. "First of all, why did you disappear from us on Friday night sugar? Second, it might just be me and the new chill in the air, but I have a good feeling the boss man is in a mood today and you're the target, my lovely."

     "Garcia, Y/N's always his problem." Emily said, turning to you. "No offense."

     "Yeah thanks, Em." you scoffed.

     "Yeah, yeah, I know, but this time it's worse." She said, "He's snappy. He's not even trying to hide his anger from the team. I feel like I should be calling him 'Agent Hotchner' instead of Hotch."

     "Oh please, that's exactly how Hotch is everyday." you began. "He's a miserable wanna-be alpha male who hasn't gotten laid since god knows how many years ago and can't stand that a woman isn't afraid to stand up to him." You paused as you stood up straight while bringing your arms across your chest from around Emily and Garcia's shoulders. "I'd say I'm simply a victim of his male insanity."

     As you finished your ramble, you looked into Emily's and then to Garcia's eyes to search for a response, but their facial expressions had gone blank. Almost like they'd seen a ghost.

     "What?" You asked.

     Garcia motioned her head towards something behind her, taking in a swallow as she did so. You turned around to be met with a very angry Hotch standing less than three feet behind you. His face contorted into a hostile glare as he had been standing there for quite some time now. You didn't know how long he had been there, but you assumed it was long enough to hear your ramble and make a reaction to it.