In Love with My Boss (Aaron Hotchner X reader)

PTSD (Short Chapter)

Opening my eyes, I groaned and blinked, squinting. 

"Aaron....Aaron!" (Y/N)'s voice came to me and I opened my eyes, seeing her still very much gorgeous. Her makeup was smeared and her dress was torn, bruises were on her thighs.

"What did he-"

"Your comm is still in, Aaron. The team should be on their way, I told Prentiss to have Garcia track both of our comms." (Y/N) spoke softly, she was frantic and trying to make sure we were alone. 

"(Y/N), your thighs. Did he...Did he-"

"Aaron, please stop." (Y/N) interrupted me. A door opened and I saw her freeze, the fear. 

"You're awake...Good, we can have some more fun." A male's voice rang out behind me and I knew what she got so scared of. Barely glancing at me, he hummed and looked at me bored, commenting,

"Oh, you're awake. She'll be happy to hear that, later. When I'm done with dear (Y/N) here." We were both tied up by our wrists and she looked worse off than me. It wasn't a surprise though, he had no use or want of a male victim. It was the woman who targeted me, (Y/N) had to suffer for that. He began to tear her dress, from the bottom. The rip going up her thighs and stopping at her bellybutton.

"Don't you touch her, you son of a bitch!" I growled, struggling against my restraints and he just looked at me, laughing.

"I'll do what I want-"

"Susan and Joseph Marshall FBI!" Morgan's voice rang through the house, followed by the sound of the door being kicked in. Joseph grabbed a knife and held it to my throat, waiting. When Morgan came through the door, the metal dug into my skin and I could feel a drop of blood roll down my neck. 

"Put the knife down and put your hands where I can see them." Morgan ordered, his gun trained on Joseph's head and the knife pressed harder, making me cough. 

"Put it down." Morgan repeated slowly, making Joseph laugh. 

"Every time you try to touch her...She'll think of me. And how I won." He whispered into my ear, making me growl and he dropped the knife. Morgan cuffed him and Dave went to cut me down first, but I stopped him saying,

"Cut her down first, please Dave." Looking at me, he nodded and released her, followed by me. She fell into my arms and cried into my chest, making my heart ache. 

"Let's get you checked out." I whispered, kissing the top of her head and looked at Dave mouthing, 

'We need to talk.' He nodded and I took her outside to the paramedics, saying,

"I'll be right here."

"..." She didn't say anything and Dave walked over.

"How long were we gone?" I asked, trying to keep my voice down.

"Two hours, three maybe. We were tracking your comm and then it just...stopped tracking for an hour. We didn't find the wife." He responded, watching as (Y/N) was being checked over and remembering something. He walked over to the SUV he was in, grabbing something and walking back over to the ambulance. My jacket. Looking over to (Y/N), I placed it over her shoulders and she looked up at me, starting,

"Your neck-"

"It's just a scratch. How are you feeling?" I interrupted her and she just looked away from me, the pain in her face. 

"We've gotta get you both to the hospital." The paramedic informed us and as I went to get out, she grabbed my hand.

"Let him ride in with us, please." Her voice was quiet and hoarse, now. The paramedic looked at me and nodded, closing the ambulance doors. 

When we got to the hospital, they cleaned up the cut on my neck and took care of (Y/N). Her doctor came out of her room and informed me that she was exhibiting the starting signs of PTSD. Told me to watch her and take her to the doctor immediately if there was anything off with her. 

"Hotch." Garcia's voice called, breaking me from my rain of thought. Looking up at her, I hummed and she looked at (Y/N), tears threatening to fall.

"No tears from you, Garcia. I couldn't bear it." (Y/N)'s voice attempted to joke, but her voice got caught and she cleared her throat, looking away from us.