ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ ɢʀᴇʏ~ ᴀᴀʀᴏɴ ʜᴏᴛᴄʜɴᴇʀ

~Good day, sir~

                                                                   ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

My shoes. My poor shoes! I looked down as I ducked behind a bush, my eyes quickly scanning my feet. My heels were covered in mud, jagged scratches racing up the glossy sides. Ugh. We had all split up in search of our Unsub, Thomas, the large country property that we were now scattered about in was eerily quiet at night, the single sound of a lone car fading in the distance interrupted the perpetual silence. It had taken three bodies for us to arrive here. Thomas had a woman named Rachel in his basement, and upon our appearance, decided to drag her into the woods, some kind of pathetic attempt to escape justice, hence our urgent approach. Anyway, Unsub to catch...

I slowly arose, surveying the dark fields as I strode, my body tensed as the breeze rustled the cornrows, my heart seemed to be intent on breaking free, my breathing slightly ragged as I continued. I was seriously ready to shove a gun in this guy's face. A shrill scream suddenly broke the suffocating silence, help! Rachel? I jogged on hurriedly, my shoes sinking slightly in the dirt as I followed the painful shouts, pure terror lacing every shriek. Hang on, I'm almost there! I sharply pointed the loaded gun towards the snap of a branch, scanning the darkness before me, I stepped forward. "Thomas?" I quietly spoke, straining to see the figures before me. "Don't come any closer! I have a knife!" Thomas, or who I presumed was Thomas, shrieked, the blade pressing into Rachel's pale neck. Rachel was slumped at the Unsub's feet, his hand tightly lodged in her hair, pulling. The blade was shaky against her skin, the rough edges of her gaping wounds shone in the dim night, her half shut eyes begging for comfort, an end to her suffering.

"Thomas, it's okay...drop the knife and we can work things out, yeah?" I said, lowering my gun and putting my hands in the air, a truce. "No! My mother deserves to die, don't you understand? Don't you know what she did to me?" Thomas shouted, his face contorted as his eyes darted back and forth. "Thomas, Rachel isn't your mother... Rachel doesn't have any children. She lives with her two cats, she's single and runs a flower shop. Her favourite drink is a rose tea and she attends weekly art classes and she hates the colour red. Rachel is Rachel, she's not your mother. Your mother was someone horrible, she did awful things to you and nobody ever knew...But you made sure she would never hurt you again, didn't you? You saved yourself! You did, all on your own. But Rachel has nothing to do with this, okay?" I calmly spoke, slowly inching closer towards the Unsub. "Put the knife down, Thomas, and it will all be better, I promise" Thomas looked at me, his bottom lip quivering as he loosened his grip on the knife, tears streaming down his face. 

His eyes softened, before clouding over as Rachel wriggled in his grasp, desperate to break free. "It will never be better!" He shrieked, yanking Rachel by the hair and pulling her closer. Grimacing, I moved closer, hands outstretched. "Thomas... She can never hurt you again. Remember? It will be okay, I swear it." I smiled comfortingly, watching his face crumple into another fit of tears. "Promise...?" He asked quietly, letting Rachel's hair fall away, limp in his hand. Rachel, having learnt from before, crawled away silently, scrambling into the arms of a nearby agent. "Promise" I murmured, carefully removing the knife from his unstable grip, my hands reaching for my handcuffs. "It's all going to be okay..." I whispered, fixing the Unsub's hands behind his back as the rest of the team who had silently appeared earlier, busied themselves with helping Rachel. 

Hotch marched over to me, scanning me up and down before looking at the Unsub. He stared at me, his face difficult to read in the pale moonlight, before wordlessly attaching himself to the other side of the Unsub. We walked in silence, only broken by the unnerving sobs and sounds escaping from the Unsub, back to the SUVs, the quiet farm now abuzz with life. We deposited him in the back of a police cruiser (Or 'cop' cruiser), and stood waiting for our team. I tapped my now ruined heels, the sudden sharp wind penetrating my thin shirt, I was suddenly aware I'd stupidly left my coat back at the hotel, the black material laying discarded on the lonely floor. Shit- Oh. A large suit jacket was being draped over my shoulders, it's warm material and faint scent of cologne wrapping me up tightly, safely. "Uh, thanks" I muttered, frowning slightly. Hotch was still not forgiven, a small act of kindness would not smother my grudge against that m- "You shouldn't have gone up to the Unsub by yourself." Hotch said, looking straight ahead. "Although, you did okay with talking down the Unsub." Okay, rude. And a second act of kindness? Certainly will not smother my grudge, the next words that left my mouth were evident to that. "Thank you, but I really do not need your insults, nor your approval. I am perfectly aware of my faults and my achievements and I would prefer it if you did not comment on them needlessly." I sharply replied, glaring straight at him. "Goodnight, Hotchner" 

My eyes felt as if someone had attached weights to them. We all piled onto the jet, the sun blinding our strained and tired eyes, the first signs of the day ahead. Hotch had decided we all needed to be back immediately. After paperwork of course. I stumbled behind JJ, falling down onto the chair across from her, a heavy sigh leaving us both at the same time. I snorted and grinned at her, her expression matching my own. "Sleep well" JJ muttered, creating a make-shift pillow out of her coat. "Yeah, you too" I replied, my eyes already shut tight. 

My slumber was interrupted by a heavy hand on my shoulder, shaking me awake. My head jerked sharply up, my hand reaching for my gun- Oh, it's him. I swear, every time I see him, it's like my nightmares escape the strict confinement of my imagination. "We've landed" Hotch said, his voice rough, and his hair disheveled for once, suggesting he had just woken up. I sat up slowly and yawned, combing my hair flat with my hands. The jet was deserted, save for the two of us. "It doesn't look like "we've just landed" " I grumbled, pulling myself out of my seat and grabbing my go-bag. "Sorry, I thought it best you sleep" He replied walking slowly behind me. "If I wanted to sleep I would've done so at home." I hissed, pulling my sunglasses from my bag and placing them over my eyes to soften the searing blow of the midday sun. "Agent-" Hotch started, before I interrupted him. Interruption seemed to be an occurring theme between us. "Good day, sir" I declared, strolling off. My first case with the BAU had been somewhat of a success, minus practically everything to do with the one and only, Aaron Hotchner. 

                                                                ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Authors note:

I'm not proud of this chapter, it definitely, (like everything else), needs rewriting! But to be fair this is the first proper story that I've written, I usually stick to things that aren't in a certain POV. As always, comment and vote!

:)

Word Count: 1257.