Criminal Minds One Shots

Small World Part 1 (HotchxReader)

It's way easier for me to give you a brother than to pretend you have one. So for the purposes of this imagine you have a brother named Oliver. Sorry if that's already your name. | Also, just roll with the time frame and sequence of events. I don't know how well this works with the canon universe.

"You're kidding. No! No, no. I- I didn't mean it like- Yes. I- I know this isn't so- Shit I understand but- God. I'm so sorry, Sean. I- I'll tell y/n. Bye." Oliver hung up his phone and threw it. He cursed loudly before taking a deep breath. "How am I gonna tell y/n/n?" Oliver asked himself. He let a few tears fall before looking up at the clock on the wall. Pulling himself together as best he could, Oliver grabbed his keys and left work to pick you up from soccer.

As Oliver was driving to the soccer field, he dreaded having to break the news to you. He was afraid of watching your bright, y/e/c eyes fade into a cold, dull shade.

"Hey, Oliver!" you cheered.

"Hey y/n," he responded, hoping his fake enthusiasm was working. "How was the game? Sorry I couldn't make it."

"It's okay. I scored a goal!" you cheered. "We still lost, but I still scored!"

"That's great!" Oliver led the way to the car, letting you chatter the whole ride.

At home, your friend Sam was waiting for you.

"Hey, y/n! You wanna come over?"

"Sure. But I'm gonna shower first. Soccer game."

Sam nodded. "Just come by and knock, kay?"

Oliver tossed you the keys before you ran inside.

"Hey, Sam. Come here a sec?" Oliver called.

"What's up?"

"Uh, y/n- y/n can't hang out today."

"Why not?"

Oliver exhaled slowly. "I have to tell y/n something."

"What?"

"I- oh god. Don't- don't make me say it more than I have to."

"But what's wrong? Maybe I can tell y/n."

Oliver shook his head. "No, no. Just- just go home, Sam. Please. Y/n's not coming by today."

"Why not?" Sam demanded.

"Aaron's dead." Oliver immediately turned around and headed into the house.

Sam stood glued to the spot. I must have heard him wrong, Sam reasoned. The daze was broken by the distinct sound of sobs coming from your house. Sam turned around and ran down the street.

"I know, I know. Shh shh shh shh shh. Okay, okay." Oliver was holding you to his chest and rocking back and forth. You were on the floor of your room.

You let out a broken sob. "H- how?" you shakily asked.

"Car accident," Oliver solemnly replied, stroking your head.

After some time, Oliver carefully asked, "Y/n/n? Can you stand?"

You nodded, taking the hand Oliver offered.

"Okay. Why don't you shower? I'll make some dinner."

" 'm not hungry."

Oliver looked back sadly at you. "I know, but I'm gonna force you to eat anyway. Go shower," Oliver gently pleaded once again.

You sat on the floor of the tub and turned the water on, not bothering to take your clothes off.

Fifteen minutes later Oliver came up to check on you.

"Y/n?" he asked, knocking softly on the bathroom door. "Y/n, dinner's ready. You coming out soon?" He heard sniffling and decided to try the door. It was unlocked. "Y/n/n," Oliver pitifully whispered. "Come here," he offered, turning off the water.

You stood up and got out of the tub.

"I'll be right back," Oliver said softly.

You stood in front of the bathtub dripping and shivering slightly.

"Here." Oliver gave you a towel and some dry pajamas.

You now stood wrapped in the towel, not moving.

"Hey, come on." Oliver gingerly dried off you off and peeled off your soaking clothes.

"Thank you," you barely audibly mumbled.

Oliver smiled as warmly as he could. "Come on, I made soup."

. . .

At three in the morning, Oliver got up to check on you.

You were crying softly, curled up in the corner of your bed. The sight broke your brother's heart.

Oliver quietly stepped into your room and sat on the opposite edge of your bed.

"Sorry. Did I wake you?"

"No, y/n. Look, I don't know how to help you- I- I can't imagine what this is like, but I'm here for you, okay?"

You thanked Oliver and tried to go back to your fitful sleep.