Use Me, Sir. || Aaron Hotchner x Reader

|15| Minuscule Observations

"The most painful desires are those that can never be fulfilled."
- Unknown

"Agent Y/L/N, you've been requested at the office by seven AM sharp this morning. I apologize to retract your break, but there's been a series of murders in Salt Lake City and I need you and the team to check it out."

I read the message that hit my screen. Sent fifteen minutes ago. Mentally, I groaned at the idea of having to go in to work today. It was partially because whatever "break" I had been granted after the case in Sicily was over before it even started. Leave it to murders and kidnappers to strip you of any kind of vacation.

My eyes watered as I yawned. It felt like I was a sloth the way my hands moved painstakingly slow to grab a pair of grey slacks and a black turtleneck from my closet, but I managed. I of course needed something moveable since we would probably be doing a bit of running for today's case. What was this case even about—

Erin Strauss sent you new messages.

I pick up my phone to see a text from Strauss. It's the details of the case. Jesus Christ, could she hear my thoughts now? Maybe I should be worried.

I shook my head. Of course she couldn't hear my thoughts. I was just being paranoid.

But, I also couldn't help how paranoid I was. The case with Charles Burretti had really fucked me up. I had spent the first day of my "break" paranoid that I was going to miss another five forty-five evening bell and mysteriously disappear because of an "illness". Also, every-time I spoke to a random person, whether it was to pick up my dinner or check-out at the grocery store, I couldn't help but believe that maybe they were going to lead me into a random room, strap me against the table and—I'd rather not remember what happened to me. Unfortunately, the time change from Italy to Virginia also wasn't doing any good for my sleep. I had kept waking up at three in the morning thinking it was at least eleven in the morning. Clearly, Sicily to Quantico was not the easiest adjustment.

I let the cold water splash my face. It did nothing to wake me up and instead made me thoroughly upset for soaking my new pajamas, but what was there to do.

I changed quickly, grabbing my coat and a cup of coffee along the way to my front door. I mumbled a few curses under my breath as I remembered I forgot my phone and stumbled my way back upstairs into my bedroom to get it again. The F.B.I's Behavior Analysis Unit here I come after a week.

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Aaron Hotchner's POV

She was sitting just a few feet away from me. It wasn't anything abnormal. She had always made an effort to take the seat farthest away from me at the round table. I always did the same. It's just the way things are and I didn't care to change that.

Why should I? She was and had always been a faulty agent. In and out of the field, she had always found her ways to get around my orders. Wether it was by simply not paying attention to my instructions or finding a way to make her own method of approach. It's like she solely found enjoyment in defying me. Defying my team as well...it was disrespectful. Yet she was the only one who did it. In a way it made her stand out from the other agents.

"Y/N are you alright?" Reid hushed his voice as he spoke to her with a small look of concern.

She seemed painfully distracted. Though she usually was, most of the time she had a way of paying at least a small bit of attention to the case being presented to her. This morning it was different.