A Criminal Minds x Reader (EDITING-IN-PROCESS)

Chapter Fifteen

"What the-" You took a second to recovef and saw Michael standing over you.
"Oh my gosh, Y/N. I am so sorry. I don't know why I did that. Please forgive me, I can't-"
You held your hand up to Michael, telling him to stop.
"You just knocked me to the ground and you expect me to accept your apology? Or the fact that you've been killing all of these years?" You say through gritted teeth, standing back up.
"I'm sorry. I was doing it to protect you,"Michael said with sad eyes.
You were about to reply when you notice how Michael had tensed up. He looked different, much rather different, and you could feel his own tension rising.
"What are you doing here, Y/N? I want you out!" Michael began shaking throughout his whole body and you stood there paralysed. You still had to get Hotch out, wherever he was.
"Ok, ok. Michael, we can talk. You tell me what you want, calm down," You say in a calm, but ordering tone.
"I don't want to talk, I want you! I have always wanted you!" Michael shouted as he punched the lamp down. You took a step back, why was he like this? First apologetic and then rage? What was that called? Personality disorder. You kept repeated that through your mind as you watched Michael start to pace back and forth.
He had stopped shaking but he had his hands in his pocket, his left hand holding onto something.
"Michael, you should have tried to call me. We could have worked things out," You tell him, getting ready for self-defense, like how Rossi told you. You took a deep breath as Michael stopped pacing and gave you a sincere look into your eyes.
"You've always been busy between the BAU and home, Y/N. I know that when you're feeling down, you ignore the team's request for a fun night out and instead go to the bar and take shots or when you're depressed about something, you go home and sleep. I-"
"How long have you've been watching me, Michael?" I say with a shaky breath.
"Ever since you left the orphange, ever since that day you left me and my twisted parents," Michael said with melancholy.
"Michael- I didn't know," You stumbled on words. You needed to negotiate but you weren't the best at it. You reminded yourself to have Reid teach you a couple of tricks for negotiation.
"Of course you did! You had bottles, too many to count, in your trash each garbage night. Alcohol doesn't help the solution, Y/N," You shamefully looked down at the ground but couldnt hide your guilt. You weren't much of a drinker now, but you still had a few every now and then.
"Michael, that was my choice. You know that. But look at me now, I'm with the FBI and you- you're just out killing tiny humans!" You shouted angrily.
Michael started shaking his head no but you saw hin take out a knife out of his pocket and you wanted to scream, but no sound escaped. Instead, you felt yourself fighting off another bad guy before he plunged the knife into your right shoulder. You held your wound as you attempted to side kick Michael, but he willing grabbed your leg causing you to fall to the ground, again. This wasn't going to end well as he held you down, knife in hand again. You tried to fight free but his force was too strong.
Ignoring the tears that were streaming down your cheek, you scrambled back away as you felt Michael loosen his grip from the sound of a gun shot.
You closed your eyes but quickly reopened them.
"Hotch," You managed to say in soft whisper.