Is this wrong?

Jack.

!!!!!! DISCLAIMERS !!!!!!

- violence

- strong language

- harassment 

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Y/N POV:

We were at the local police station, we were going over the case again when Hotch's voice echoed across the room.

Hotch: "Go over the case until you find something useful, talk with the local police and ask them if they know anything that can help us solve this case."

We all nodded in understanding and got to work. 

I placed my things on one of the available tables in the station. I took out the files and started examining them with Emily, we were talking about the possibility of the unsub being a woman when I heard a voice behind me, and right after I felt a hand on my hip. I turned around to see a policeman standing behind me, his hand still resting on my hip.

Y/n: "I'm sorry did you need something?" I say taking his hand off of me, trying to remain calm.

Policeman: "Yes, actually I do. Your number." He says, a smug smile plastered across his face. 

Y/n: "I'm sorry do I know you?" I say backing up, my legs hitting the desk.

Policeman: "Yes you do now, my name's Jack. A pleasure to meet you, ...?" He trails off, leaving me time to tell him my name. 

Y/n: "My name should not concern you, we are working, you can address me by 'agent'." I say turning around.

Jack: "Oooh a fiery one, I like it." He says while snaking his hands around my waist, making me turn around. The whole station looked at us, but a familiar pair of eyes, that differed from the others, burned into my skull. 

Y/n: "Get your hands off of me." I said, my tone cold and annoyed. 

Jack: "Oh come on doll, come home with me tonight, I promise you'll like it." His hands traveled far down my back, nearly reaching my ass. Before he could do anything more I grabbed his hands, taking them off me. 

Y/n: "I said: Get. Your. Hands. Off. Of. Me." I felt my control slipping away, then his hands collided again with my body, touching my ass this time. I heard a chair moving, and then a familiar voice, Spencer's. I couldn't focus, my control completely gone, my anger rose and then everything felt muffled. 

Jack: "Come on doll, don't be so-" Jack couldn't even finish his sentence as my forehead collided with his nose, breaking it. I earned a groan from him, but before he could speak, my knee hit his balls, making him kneel in front of me.

Y/n: "Jack, Jack, Jack... We arrest people like you, people who harass women, don't you feel ashamed?" I say, my tone was calm, almost warm. I get closer to him, my hand stroking his hair as he kneels in front of me.

Jack: "Harass you? I just wanted your number, you are a psychopath." A dry laugh leaves my mouth as I squat down to look at him in the eyes.

Y/n: "Tsk, tsk, incorrect. I'm not a psychopath, I'm just sick and tired of people like you. People who think that the world is in debt to them and that all human beings who walk this earth owe you something." I tug at his hair, earning a whine. 

Jack: "No, you are just a whore-" I twist his finger. Breaking it. 

Y/n: "Wrong. Try again." 

Jack: "You are fucking sick, I did nothing wrong-" I break another of his fingers, earning another cry from him. 

Y/n: "Wrong. Come on Jack, I'm sure you are smarter than this, try again." I looked at him, the tough, confident guy that he once was, now replaced by the image of a vulnerable, fragile, little man, I almost pitied him. Keyword: Almost.

Jack: "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have touched you inappropriately, I shouldn't have harassed you." A wide smile appeared on my face. 

Y/n: "Oh so now you know what you did wrong uh? Good boy. Get up" He gets up, embarrassment and hurt on clear in his expression. "If I ever see, or hear, about you harassing another woman, I will hunt you down. Understood?" 

Jack: "Y-yes ma'am. I'm sorry." He trembles, waiting for me to dismiss him. 

Y/n: "Good, now go away." He skips away as soon as these words leave my mouth, I almost laugh as I see him running away like this, but then I remember where I was. I slowly turned around to see the whole station looking at me, and then a clap echoed in the room, followed by a series of other claps. I realize that the claps came from the women in the station. 

Policewoman: "Thank you. He's been harassing us for a long time, but we had no one to talk to, and we were all afraid of standing up for ourselves, afraid we might lose our jobs." As I was answering her, I saw an infuriated Hotch looking at me. 

Hotch: "You. My office. Now." I fucked up. I was going to lose my job. Fuck.

I walk towards his office, entering it, just to see my boss closing the windows so that no one could see us. When Hotch turns around a small smile is showing on his face. wait, what?

Hotch: "Ok, there will be no consequences for what you've done, actually I admire you." My shock was evident in my expression what the actual fuck was happening? Hotch smiling? After I beat up one of the police officers?

Y/n: "Uhmm... Thank you, Hotch? I'm sorry I don't understand what is going on"

Hotch: "Listen, what you've done today is not to be repeated, but I can close one eye this time. The officer you beat up was a harasser, now, I'm not saying he deserved it, but" He trails off, leaving room for my imagination. 

Y/n: "Wait so you're not going to fire me?" I asked as soon as reality hit me. 

Hotch: "No Y/n, I'm not firing you, but you need to promise that this will happen only this one time ok?" 

Y/n: "Yeah! Of course. Thank you so much, Hotch!" I say happily. 

Hotch: "Of course, Y/n. But when you get out of here, you need to pretend to be sad. As if I had scolded you. You're dismissed." I get up and head towards the door. I exit his office. I put on my best sad face as if I had just been fired, and my coworkers rushed to ask me what happened. 

Hotch didn't fire me and I beat up a harasser, what a great day.

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SPENCER POV:

I watched her in awe. She handed that scumbag like he was smaller and weaker than her, she looked so wild while she broke his nose, she looked... hot? WHAT? NO! What the actual fuck is wrong with me? My enemy just broke a police officer's nose, and probably balls, and I find it hot? 

My gaze follows her figure as she enters Hotch's office, suddenly a feeling of worry takes over my body. What if Hotch fires her? What if he transfers her? 

I realize that this job wouldn't be the same without her, I wouldn't like it as much. She always pushes my buttons, but that only motivates me to work harder to show her that she was wrong. Why do I care this much? Why do I care about her?

As she exits Hotch's office I see our team rushing towards her to ask if she was fired, to ask her what happened, and if she was okay. 

When she was finally back at her desk I felt my body rising from my seat, walking on its own. Suddenly I find myself in front of her, my only chance to survive this is by acting nonchalant.

Reid: "So? Do I finally get rid of you?" 

Fuck that was bad.