Hotchner Has My Heart

Chapter 6

"Look up men who went to the same Friday night poker named Tristan since the first victim," Spencer hastily says and Garcia's typing can be heard in the background.

"There's two Tristans. Tristan Key who is a dermatologist, and Tristan Joseph who lives closest to Gary. I'm sending you both their addresses," Penelope says and Spencer thanks her, hanging up.

"You four, go to Tristan Joseph's house and take him into custody. Reid, Y/N and I will go to Tristan Key's house. Good luck out there," Hotch says and we disperse.

"Hotch, I never got to thank you for sticking up for me," I shyly say, facing Hotch.

He doesn't face me, though, as he says, "You shouldn't let men think of you as lesser because you're a pretty face."

I blush and he gets in the driver's seat.

Hotch thinks I'm a pretty face.

I buckle up and we rush to Key's house. It's a quaint place for a dermatologist. We get out and Aaron knocks on the door.

"Tristan Key, FBI. Open up!" Aaron shouts out. He kicks down the door without struggle and we enter. He nods for Spencer to go right and I follow Hotch left. He checks the first room and I go upstairs. There are three doors and I open the first one on the right and Hotch follows me upstairs and take the one on the right.

I'm yanked into the room by a tall man and twists my gun out of my hand, facing towards me.

"Make a noise, I'll shoot," he whispers, his blue eyes glaring into mine. I nod and he puts the gun into my side as he goes behind me.

"Y/N, you good in there?" Hotch asks. I can hear his footsteps get closer.

"Answer him," He man jams the gun harder into my side and I hold back a yelp.

"Yes, Aaron, you and Agent Spencer can leave," I say, hoping he gets my message.

"Okay, see you at the station," I hear him say. I hear his footsteps walk away. I have tears in my eyes, knowing that my first case might be my last when Aaron barges into the room with Spencer by his side. I sigh and the Tristan hold me still.

"Tristan Key, let her go. She isn't a free pass from prison," Aaron says, gun fixated on Tristan.

"I heard killing police gets you good credit in prison, but what about an FBI agent? Well, I'll be cherished," Tristan says, hiding behind my neck.

"She's a trainee. Let alone a woman. It will only get you a longer life sentence, not popularity. Let her go," Aaron demands. Tristan weakens his grip on me.

A gunshot goes off and I freeze.

Tristan falls to the ground and I kick my gun away. I check for a pulse. Nothing.

I put away my gun and I take a breather.

"You okay?" Aaron asks, putting his hand on my back.

I throw Hotch into a hug and say, "Thank you, Hotch."

"It's no problem. Take all the time you need," he says as I continue to calm myself down in his arms. I liked being there. I release the hug, not wanting it to be too weird and we head outside.