Not Your Typical Reid [Aaron Hotchner x Reader]

Chapter 5

 A challenge was something that [Y/N] was always up for. She was a Reid, after all. Her first week of the Academy was brutal, she was being woken up at ungodly hours of the morning, forced to eat food that she doubted would be acceptable for a raccoon to eat - not to mention she got ten minutes to do it -, her shower time was spent with at least fifteen other girls, and she kissed her sweet, sweet privacy goodbye the moment she waved farewell to her brother.

However, she persistently found ways to keep herself motivated and optimistic through these trying times. For example, even though she was up before the sun to do PT with the rest of her fellow recruits before the break of dawn, she kept telling herself that it was the best way for her to stay in shape - and she made the absolute best of it. She would be up before the instructor came to wake them up, she would finish first during the runs, max out her situps and pushups, push herself to do pull-ups until she could no longer support her full body weight with just her hands that clung to the metal bar. What kept her going though was the thought of her future, the reassurance that she knew she could do this as long as she kept optimistic and put in the work.

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Fortunately, the first four weeks consisted mostly of academia. She excelled here. Unfortunately, her fellow peers had figured out during those four weeks why the BAU had been present the day that they all joined. It wasn't hard to figure out which recruit had ties with the BAU when one of them had the last name of Reid.

"Well, if it isn't the Golden child," A girl, Amy, sneered as she passed [Y/N] in the study room of the dorms, a group of girls behind her. If [Y/N] hadn't known better, she'd be willing to bet she was on the set of "Mean Girls" and not in the dorms of the FBI academy.

"Um.. Can I help you?" She asked, dog earring the corner of the textbook she had been reading (something she knew Spencer would absolutely kill her for doing).

"You know, a lot of us actually worked hard to get here. Struggled for our whole lives to get a spot at the Academy, and you're just here because the FBI thinks the freaky genes in your brother passed down to you, too," One of the girls behind Amy sneered at [Y/N] venomously.

[Y/N] was... stunned, to say the least. Did people actually think that about her? That she had a fast pass into the FBI just because of her brother? No. No! She busted her ass to be at the academy, just like the other recruits. Sure, they were all well over six and seven years her senior, but she got there because she deserved it. She put in the time and effort, gave up having a normal childhood just so that she could create a future for herself. Did it happen to parallel her brother's? Yes. Did it intersect and piggyback off his career? Hell no!

"Um. I genuinely have no clue what you're talking about. Yes, my brother may be an agent, but I can assure you that all the opportunities I have gotten and will receive are due to my own work ethic, dedication, and integrity. And if you think that what has been brought to my plate wasn't served to me by myself, then you have no right to call yourselves future agents. It doesn't take a genius to see hard work at play, but I guess it could be hard to see it when your vision is blinded by jealousy," she said with a shrug of her shoulders, standing up as she grabbed her test books and notebooks.

"You absolute bitch!" Amy screeched, lunging at [Y/N], knocking them both down to the ground. [Y/N] grunted in shock, pain radiating through her back as she was slammed against the hard ground of the study room. At the commotion, an instructor walked in, immediately going to grab Amy off [Y/N], but before she could, [Y/N] grabbed Amy's wrist, wrapping her legs around her arm before [Y/N] bent her back against the ground, successfully putting Amy in an arm bar that subdued the girl that was attacking her. Within moments, the instructors had released Amy from [Y/N]'s hold in the arm bar, pulling the girls into different rooms where they would be questioned and punished accordingly.