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

Chapter Twenty-Three

A/N~ You guys, I owe you such an apology! My long hiatus, I forgot my password to my account and just now finally retrieved it yesterday! I re-read my own fanfiction (yes that sounds silly) so I can finally update again! Again, sorry for the long hiatus, but I am back in action!

  "I still can't believe YN is or had contact with Michael Holt. First Salem and now he's moved to Quantico? I can't believe  he followed us here," Garcia said, shaking her head, as her fingers typed furiously. 

"I know baby-girl, but we're vigilant until Michael Holt is in our custody," You heard Morgan tell Garcia. Whatever the power glitch that made Rossi's cabin go into total darkness, reset itself. Rossi tried his best to convince it must have been a loose wire or something wrong with the circuits, but the team knew better.

"Are you feeling better YN?" Hotch asked as him and Jack took a seat next to you on the couch. You nodded your head slowly as you finished another cup of water. You felt embarrassed that you allowed yourself to let your co-workers see you drunk and stupid. The team re-assured you by saying they (well most of them) had been down that path.

"So we contacted the grocery store and the owner has no information on Michael. As far as the grocery store owner is concerned, Michael doesn't even exist. Either Michael bribed him not to leak out any information or Michael somehow managed to be a store clerk for an hour to get YN's attention and vanish, which doesn't at all surprise me," JJ stated as she walked back towards the team.

"He probably bribed the employees at the grocery store as well," Rossi chimed in, " but why? Why did he have to dress up as a grocery store clerk when he could simply track YN's location and just walk past her? That doesn't make any sense to me," Rossi tried to come up with a solution for Michael's behavior, but it would be hard when Michael is a psychopath and a serial killer.

"I think he's trying to limit places where YN feels trusted. It makes sense that way. We should probably get a list of places where you most often frequent. Michael could have been stalking you for a long time, " Reid chipped in as he gave you a solemn look. You definitely didn't want the team feel any pity for you. That's how they lost their last agent. Pity. She didn't want to cause any more grief on the team. You understood that. 

"Okay, I'll need a couple of minutes to write down the places. But on the side note, can't we resume this tomorrow? I know that seems selfish but didn't we come here to relax for a day and put our feet in the sand? I've already ruined this vacation, so why can't we hold off for another day?" You did your best to plead with everyone, more or less Hotch. You knew he wouldn't sit still until Michael Holt was in handcuffed and shipped off to a secure prison of some sort. 

"We need to catch Michael before he tries to kill anyone or hurts you anymore then he already has," Hotch said as he gently placed a hand on your arm. You felt everyone's gaze go towards your arm and Hotch's hand.

"You know I would usually agree with you boss but we got those un-healthy piles of chick flicks that Garcia brought to watch and we got game night galore," Morgan hinted over at the pile of games Reid brought as well.

"We can't always let these bad guys get to us, Hotch. We need a night for ourselves. Normal people would call that self-care," Rossi was trying to persuade Hotch the best we can. 

"Alright, how about this? We have one fun night to ourselves as a team and then after tonight we focus on Michael Holt. No distractions," You made a little pact to the team. Everyone seemed to like the idea, but you couldn't tell if Hotch did.

"Well, it looks like you guys already made up your minds. Besides movie night with Jack here and the team? Sounds like a good night to me," Hotch said, slightly tickling Jack's side making Jack and everyone else laugh. 

"You can't forget about the face masks!" Garcia held up a bag that contained who knows what in it.

"I think you might have outdone yourself here on this one, Penelope," Rossi chuckled as Morgan went to go put in a DVD. You couldn't help smile slightly as you saw Hotch slight a little closer to you on the couch. 

AN-Short update! more to come!