Criminal Minds One-Shot book

Team: You Have Everything To Do With Who I Am

Pairing: Team x Reader (Everyone)

Relationship: Friendship

Angst

POV: First Person-Reader

Gender: Female

Extra: Reader is black/mixed (Basically a female Derek I guess)

A/N: You're basically Derek with Carl, but it's someone else

A/N Pt 2: I found that making the reader black/mixed allowed the story to flow better. I know that it's kinda a cop-out, but I needed a reason for part of the reader's childhood. One of the best ways to do it was to make it racially motivated. If that offends you, please DM me and I will do whatever necessary to make it right. Enjoy!

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     "I'm not saying anything until my section chief gets here," I proclaim defiantly. After being arrested concerning the murder of Alisson, a sixteen-year-old girl in my hometown, I wasn't exactly the happiest person ever. I knew Alisson from visiting the rec center while I was in town this week visiting my grandparents.

    Officer Angel, who ironically wasn't being very much of an angel, stepped out of the interrogation room. I resisted the urge to spit at his shoes and continued to pace the room. 

     Officer Angel and I didn't have the best backstory. I was arrested multiple times as a child by him. Whenever something bad happened in (Y/H/T), he would always blame me. Being in that interrogation room brought up many unwanted memories of him screaming in my face, demanding information I didn't have. I always knew that he was doing this because of my race, but no one believed me. No one could fathom that one of their officers was a racist.

      After pacing around for a little while longer, Hotch and Garcia walked into the room. Garcia ran over to me, giving me a much-needed hug, going on about how she was going to fix this. I hugged her back. After Garcia eventually released me, stepped back, and I got over my surprise of her being here instead of in Quantico, I turned to Hotch.

     "What are we going to do to fix this?" I ask, my eyes betraying my attempt at being emotionally-detached.

     Hotch immediately recognized my methods but didn't say anything, which I was very grateful for. "The team is working on building a profile of Alisson's killer as we speak. But, (Y/N), we do have to ask you some questions."

     I looked between Hotch and Garcia, confused. "What kind of questions? I don't know anything," I proclaim. Garcia glanced at Hotch, her nervous look giving everything away. Hotch's gaze softened. "You don't think I did this, do you?" I asked, angrily. "Garcia?" 

     She looked away. I banged my hand on the table. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME! YOU THINK I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS?!" I screamed, glaring at Hotch. He looked down. I turned to Garcia, seeing tears in her eyes and, to my horror, fear.

     I immediately calmed down. "I-I... I'm so sorry," I softly say, bringing my hands to my mouth. I reach over to Garcia and she flinched away. I look down, feeling awful. I felt a hand on my arm. I followed it to Hotch's face. His expression softened. 

    "I know you, (Y/N). You're scared. I get that. But you need to control yourself," Hotch spoke with determination in his voice. I nodded, my eyes hardening. I understood why. If I showed uncontrollable rage, the officers may see that as me having something to hide. 

     Unexpectantly, Hotch stood up and opened his arms. Even with his fatherly attitude to me, he'd never done this. However, I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. Once his arms enveloped me, I broke down. Tears streamed down my face as I hid them in his chest. Softer hands rubbed my back. I immediately recognized them as Garcia's. Hotch rested his chin on the top of my head.