I took Dave with me to Sofia's house. Till the last moment, I refused to admit that she is the Black Widow. But when I saw her, I couldn't keep going without knowing for sure. So I pushed her purposefully to reveal what happened in NYU. And the moment she mentioned the forehead kiss, I knew.
She was assaulted and she ran back home. When her brother and his friends insulted her, she killed them one by one. Then she went back to New York to finish the job. And she's taken justice into her own hands ever since, stabbing a knife into every victim's head as the last 'fuck you' to Leo Miller.
She didn't answer when I asked her to tell me I'm wrong. Instead, she begged me to not do what I had to do. She fought me since the moment I passed the cuffs on her. I picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder and carried her all the way down. I threw her into the SUV with Dave and headed to my car. I couldn't be in such small space with her begging me to let her go.
I saw Dave taking her in the bureau but I stayed in the car in order to avoid being in the same elevator with her. She seemed calm and collected, completely different than the Sofia I saw earlier.
How did this happen? She isn't a psychopath, she was just hurt. She comforted me when I told her how exhausted I am of this case. She told me she loves-- She played me and I had no fucking idea. I'm hurt, I feel betrayed, but mostly I'm angry.
I get out of my car and slam the door behind me. I go upstairs and enter the conference room.
"The DA won't press charges yet. He says all the evidence is circumstantial" JJ says as I enter.
I rip some of the crime photos from the boards and collect them in a file.
"What are you doing, Hotch?" Morgan asks
"Getting a confession" I answer on my way out.
I go to the interrogation room and relieve Dave. I almost scare Sofia when I go in the room. Her hands are cuffed to the table and she sits cross legged, so relaxed like she's having coffee with someone. She watches me, but I don't even look at her.
"Aaron--"
"Shut up" I cut her off.
I slam the crime photos on the table between us one by one in chronological order.
"What are you doing?" she closes her eyes and looks away
"I'm showing you your handy work. Serial killers like to re-live their crimes, isn't that right?" I ask ironically
"Re-live?".
"Why can't you look at them, Sofia? You did it, you know what they looked like when you walked out of their rooms".
"I did not--"
I hit the table, even more pissed off than before. She killed 27 people. She almost admitted it to me back in her apartment, but she's acting like an innocent victim. Right now, I wish I was wearing a wire earlier and we had recorded the whole thing.
"I swear to God, Sofia, if you keep this act up, I will make sure you are thrown into the smallest and most lonely hole this country calls a prison cell. You'll be stuck there 23 hours a day, no visitation rights, and you'll never be free again" I threaten.
She doesn't even blink. She is not fazed at all. She was prepared for this outcome. But I wasn't...
"You wanna play like this, Aaron? Let's play... Who's watching from the other side of that glass? Agent Rossi, I bet" she says, then looks behind me and looks at the mirror "Agent Rossi, did you know that Aaron hates it when you go on a rant about whatever vintage car you're fixing in your free time? Yeah, he told me that one time you called right after we had sex and couldn't get you to stop--"
"What are you doing?"
"What? Oh... They don't know, do they? Yeah, Aaron and I have been screwing for the past 3 months. We've been in a relationship for 2 of those. My first ever boyfriend. It's been tight" she smiles, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"First?" I ask out loud before I can stop myself
"Yes. Usually, I prefer one-night stands. And that's how we started. Did you know we signed a sex contract, Agent Rossi?"
"Stop!" I demand
"Why? You wanted me talking. Here, I'm telling them the truth so they are aware of the whole situation. No secrets, right? Isn't that how a team is supposed to work?"
"That's how a relationship is supposed to work too" I state
"Sometimes, you have to keep things in order to prevent the other person from getting hurt" she replies
"Oh, so you were protecting me now?" I chuckle, "Please. You only came to me because you wanted information. And you are a damn good actress. You made me believe that you aren't heartless"
"I'm not heartless" she replies immediately
"You killed 27 people" I remind her
"I did not" she is quick to answer
"You did. And your father was right"
"No!" that seems to have shaken her up more.
"You might as well have killed me too for all I know"
"No"
"You cleaned my apartment like you were cleaning a crime scene"
"No"
"Where you preparing the place so you could kill me and shove me at the bathtub too?"
"No!"
"Was I going to be number 28?"
"No! Enough!" she yells, and covers her ears for a moment.
I stop and silence takes over.
"I love you" she says, "I know you don't believe anything that's coming out of my mouth, but I mean it. I love you so much and I never wanted to hurt you. You are an incredible person and you deserve better than what you went through", a single tear rolls down her cheek.
"Thanks. That's very comforting coming from a monster like you" I reply sharply and leave the room.
I saw the hurt in her eyes when I said that. Her face and shoulders dropped. I almost heard something break in her. But I don't stick around to see her break.
I drop the files in the nearest table and lock myself in my office. I pour myself a glass of whiskey and drink it all at once, hoping to stop feeling so much. Because right now, I can't even describe what I'm feeling. I'm sad, angry, humiliated, hurt.
The worst part is that I saw the red flags from the beginning. But I ignored them intentionally. I bought her a drink. I signed a sex contract with her. I brought her to my place. I let her in my life. I fell in love with her. And she was using me all along.
I loved-- I love her. How can I still love her?
It was harsh to call her a monster, but it came out before I could stop it. And the expression on her face will haunt me forever.
The first tears escape my eyes as I picture her again. And I break. My breath. My voice. My face. My back. My knees. I have to hold onto the desk in order to prevent myself from falling. And as soon as I sit down, I break.
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Mastermind || Aaron Hotchner
FanfictionA homicide in Louisiana makes the BAU revisit a series of old murders in the area that follow the same MO. And soon they discover that the case is much bigger than they originally thought. During the investigation, Agent Hotchner comes in contact wi...