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

Chapter Twenty-One

   "Y/N, Y/N," You felt someone slightly shaking you and you wished that they would stop trying to wake you up. You were perfectly comfortable, even though it was the bathroom floor. You slowly sat up, as everything around you was spinning around in circles. You blinked a couple of times before your vision returned to somewhat normal.

"Who's been following you, Y/N?" You half frowned when you saw that it was Morgan that was in the bathroom .

"Don't give me that frown, Y/N. You were just babbling to Pretty Boy about Michael," Morgan gave you a serious look. You look down at the ground and then you looked back over at Morgan.

"It's going to be ok, kid. We'll take care of this," Morgan said as a couple of tears slid down your cheek.

"But you can't, it's not that simple. It's Michael. He's complex. Look, I know about the other agent that was on this team. She quit or something didn't she? And it was because of Michael. It's been a living hell and I have a way to solve this Micheal problem. Do- Do you get how all of this is connected? Me, getting on this team, it was kind of a joke actually. A joke, so that Michael can have complete access to me. So that Michael and his team can open handily torture me and torture you guys- I should just quit, quit right now so that he can't hurt anyone else. Quit so that he can only torture me. Maybe I'm supposed to be his last victim-," You rambled on until Morgan held his hand up to stop you.

"Y/N, get a hold of yourself. Hotch told us that you had a way to stop Michael right? What's that going to take without sacrificing your own life? Speak to us, kid, we can help," Morgan tried soothing you the best he could. You couldn't help but laugh at Morgan's response. 

"What's so funny? You shouldn't be laughing at this moment," Morgan let out a sad smile.

"Sometimes people laugh as a defense mechanism, you know like with coping. Sometimes laughing helps to deal with all the stress that people are dealing with," Spencer walked over to the door and knelt down besides Morgan. 

"Ah, look at me. I'm a complete mess. I should have been honest in my background assessment with Hotch. I didn't tell him about my past,  I didn't tell him about anything. Now I know who he is, I know who kidnapped me and now I just need to figure which one of his evil assailants killed my father and-" You stopped rambling again when you saw Hotch appear in the the doorway behind Reid.

"Well, it seems that you are sober enough to talk. Meet me outside, will you?" Hotch nodded his head in the direction of the cabin door.

"Hotch, don't you think things can wait until tomorrow?" Morgan did his best to persuade Hotch to postpone the "talk" he was going to give you.

"Michael Holt is still out there and for all we know, killing more innocent people and playing cat and mouse with our federal agents. Every minute; second that passes, that gives Michael Holt lee way. Lee way to make his next motive," Hotch exited on his own terms while Morgan and Reid helped you up off the bathroom floor. 

"Are you sure you're sober enough, Y/N?" Reid asked again as he caught you as you stumbled as you got up.

"I'm fine, just fine," You straightened up and used the bathroom door to keep you steadied.

   As you were about to leave, Spencer grabbed your arm slightly. 

"Hey Y/N, we all know that you have alcohol in your system so don't let Hotch make you say any more then you have too," Spencer said and with that he let go of your arm.

  As you made way out in the living room, you couldn't help but look over at the rest of the team. Their heads hung low as you walked passed them and you couldn't diagnose if that was pity or not.  Your hand shook as you turned the door knob to go outside. You gave another look to the team but they were still the same as you passed by them just a couple of seconds ago.

            The screen door closed behind you with a slight slam that made you jump. It was dark, out in on the cabin's porch. Maybe this was it, maybe Hotch was going to fire you and that was why the team wouldn't make eye contact with you as you walked out. Maybe they knew about Michael Holt. That damn son of a name-

 "Y/N?" You faced towards the cabin's garage and you saw Hotch walk besides the Bearau's  car. 

"What do you want, Hotchner?" You ask in a stern voice, trying to sound strong.

"I want to catch Michael Holt, but I need you to help me get him caught," Hotch said as he walked up the porch steps.

"And what do you expect me to do, Aaron?" You could feel your heart beat begin to beat rapidly against your chest.