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

Chapter Thirty Seven

"Dammit," you muttered as you were sitting, back to the bathroom door.
You searched furiously for your flask but Reid must have taken it out of your purse back in Montana. Instead, you felt your finger being prickled against something sharp, drawing some blood.
"What the hell?" You asked yourself silently as you began dumping your purse all over the floor.
You gasped as you saw it.
The shattered fragments of a broken, glass star.
"This cannot be happening, not now," you talk to yourself. Shortly, a soft knock was heard on the door.
"YN? Everything alright?" It was Hotch, his voice sounded apologizing.
"Yea, I'm fine. Fine," you tell him, staring stupidly at the shattered star.
"Let me in, YN, come on," Hotch softly pleaded.
Giving in, you scooted over and opened the door.
"I don't know what to do, Hotch," you say, barely audible as he threw the broken pieces in the garbage.
"He's really that obsessed?" Hotch said as he sat down next to you.
"Apparently so," you say as you rest your head on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry for being a jerk," Hotch actually apologized, which came to you as a shock.
"The Boss actually apologized? Wow," You teased him, being sarcastic of course.
"You should feel honored," Hotch replied with a sarcastic reply back but he gave you a smile.
There was a pause but then Hotch leaned toward you a little, giving you a kiss.
"Thanks. I needed that," you tell him as he kept looking at you.
"And I think, I need you," Hotch replied as you slowly laid down on the floor, him on top of you, as you begin to recieve many kisses.
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"When was the last time you had a good night's sleep, kid?" Rossi asked a dozing Spencer.
"It's actually quite impossible to get a good night's sleep if you're with the FBI, Rossi," Reid sounded exhausted as he took a sip of his cold coffee.
"You should go home. Hotch and YN will be here late tonight," Rossi told him.
"I think I'd rather stay here, besides-" Reid didn't finish as he laid his arms comfortablely on his desk.
"Night, kid," Rossi muttered as he shut out Spencer's desk lamp.
Rossi was the last to exit the building but something stopped him as he held his briefcase in one hand.
A glass star was placed just outside the main entrance of the BAU. The place where he and his teammates called home.