In Love with My Boss (Aaron Hotchner X reader)

Arizona: Beginning of the End

After two weeks of nothing, a female body was found and the word 'SLUT' was carved into her stomach. When the news came to us, (Y/N)'s face went pale and she ran upstairs. 

"(Y/N)!" I called, trying to go after her but Garcia stood up, saying softly,

"I got her." I could hear their voices upstairs, but I couldn't hear their conversation, However, I did hear (Y/N) yell,

"It is my fault, Penelope!" Frowning, I sat at our island and a knock on the door made me jump.

"It's just your neighbors, Hotch." Derek's voice calmed me, making me sigh and I stood up, going to the door. Opening the door, Sam sighed in relief and Tom commented,

"You guys hardly answer your phone and we thought you were dead."

"Sorry, guys. Come on in." I replied, opening the door for them. Garcia's equipment was in one of the guest bedrooms, so I wasn't worried. 

"Did you hear about that poor girl?" Sam asked, sitting on our couch and I sighed, nodding. Looking at the stairs, I frowned and Sam asked,

"Where's (Y/N)?"

"I'm here." (Y/N)'s voice made me stand, turning to look at her. She had a sad smile and Garcia peered over her shoulder, her eyes landing on Tom immediately. 

"Ah. Tom, Sam. This is Garcia. Garcia this is Tom and his husband Sam." I introduced them, so that I could talk to (Y/N) alone. Garcia caught on and went into the living room starting,

"Hi! I'm (Y/N)'s best friend. We do-" Walking away, I didn't hear the rest of the conversation and (Y/N) walked into the kitchen. Following her, I closed the door behind us and when I faced her again, I pulled her against my chest. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I didn't say anything and she hesitated, but she did hug me back. 

"It's okay to cry, (Y/N)." I whispered, making her nod and I felt the tears start to wet my shirt. About ten minutes later, (Y/N) stopped crying and looked up at me, quietly. Caressing her cheek, I rested my forehead against her own and started,

"(Y/N), it isn't your fault. She would've killed that girl anyway." Pausing, I pressed a kiss to her forehead and finished, 

"Let's talk to Tom and Sam. See if they know anything more than us."

She nodded and I wrapped an arm around her waist, leading her back into the living room. Walking into the room, Tom and Garcia were getting along well and Sam seemed to be amused by their conversation. Sam noticed us first and he saw (Y/N)'s face, looking worried. 

"Sorry, I've had a rough day. I knew the girl." (Y/N) lied, leaning into me and I rested a hand on her waist, comforting her. Sam nodded in understanding and Tom suggested,

"How about a drink?" (Y/N) chuckled and shook her head, replying,

"No, I don't think so. I'm just trying to figure out if I could've done anything for her. If I know who did this."

"I hear the other new couple in the neighborhood came forward to help." Sam told us, making (Y/N) tense and ask, quietly,

"What's their names?" 

"Susan Marshall and Joshua Downs-"

"!!"

"Woah, (Y/N). Are you okay? You just got super pale." 

"Yeah. I'm. . .I'm okay. Just gotta go lay down for a little while. I'm feeling lightheaded." 

(Y/N) walked away from us and went upstairs, quietly. Looking at Garcia, she nodded and followed after (Y/N). Looking down, I sighed and rubbed my temple, starting,

"I'm sorry. She's had a rough day since hearing about the murder." 

"I bet. If you want to talk to Susan, they're having a party tonight. I'm sure you could go if you want."

'This party could be their way of getting victims. If we go, Susan would target (Y/N). She would be willing, but I. . .I don't know if I can put her in that kind of danger.'

"We'll go to the party." (Y/N)'s voice interrupted my thoughts. 

"Oh, okay. It's tonight at seven. Susan is strict on being on time by the way."

"How should we dress?"

"Formal. Susan has thrown these fancy parties since she moved here. The dress has always been formal." 

Looking back at (Y/N), I met her eyes and they were hard. She knew that she'd be the next target and Susan wouldn't escape this time.