(so how about a dirty imagines book?)
This book of imagines includes mostly.
●Spencer Reid
●Derek Morgan
●Aaron Hotchner
●David Rossi
Also
●The girls too if there are requests. (JJ, Emily, Elle, Alex, Kate)
"FBI! Y/n Y/l/n, hands in the air." I hear someone enter my house. I jump at the sight of a hot agent with his gun pointed at me and i start laughing.
"Close the door." I smirk seeing only him coming, just like i planned. He keeps the gun pointed at me and furrows. "I don't think you understand. I've got a loaded gun and a perfectly good shot." I nod crossing my legs on the couch. "I don't think you understand. I've got gasoline all over this room. Now drop the gun and close the door." He takes a moment to scan the room and as he finally feels the smell he drops his gun slowly and closes the front door.
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"Why'd you called?" He asks looking at me not moving a bit. "Cause i knew you'd show up. And what's the best way to go down than having the big bad Aaron Hotchner take you?" I blink a few times looking at him.
"Well I'm here, so start talking." He says crossing his arms. I stand up and move towards him breaking the silence with my heels knocking on the floor. "Ok. But everything will be on my terms. Now, tell your friends from the van goodbye and turn off your mic. Don't worry you can record everything on your phone." I lick my lips waiting for him to do what i say and i see him giving in. "Alright, guys you can leave and that's an order." I hear his voice so demanding i can't help but bite my lips.
I look at the window and see the car leaving. "Ok i will start recording now." He says and i nod. He takes out his phone and i move to my living room gesturing to him with my index to follow me. "Leave your gun outside." I say as he's about to enter. "My gun is near the front door." He tells me but i shake my head quickly. "Ok let me rephrase that. Leave the gun you wear attached to your leg outside." I smile and he sighs taking it out.
"What is all this?" He asks as he closes the door to my bedroom. "I couldn't stand the gasoline smell and i can't have you kill me." I bat my eye lashes and pat the sofa in here for him to come and st. "I don't use my gun on unarmed civilians, but just get on with the confession so we can be done with this already." He places the recoding device on the coffee table and sits down.
"Alright. Jesus, are you always this eager? And don't worry, you won't be needing those guns today." He raises his brows and seems annoyed. "I see you're waisting my time" i roll my eyes just as he's prepared to stand up. "No I'm not because if you leave now you won't find out why Tony killed those girls and why i helped him" I speak and he stops moving squeezing his eyes as he watches me.
"So please do tell me." He says and i click my tongue. "Well i said we're gonna do this my way, now you agree?" I ask and he sighs. "Yes, but tell me already before i charge you with obstruction of justice." His face is so serious. "Mrr, that sounds so fun." I laugh sarcastically adding. "Now hand me your handcuffs." I stretch my arm to him and he furrows his brows. "Well come on." I move my palm and see him give in once again.
"Now turn around." I say as i hold the handcuffs. "What? I'm not going to do that" He tells me shaking his head. "Well then say goodbye to anything from me. I know that who you really want is Tony. I promise I'm not gonna hurt you. It's a safety precaution for me. Now turn around." I tell him and he opens his mouth. "I'm not going to hurt you." He says and i can see he means every word. "I don't trust men." I say and soon I see him turning. Around holding his hands together. I handcuff him and move my hands to his phone.
