I wake up, my alarm blaring. I decide to skip my jog today and get some more sleep. My anxiety of Hotch's text kept me awake most of the night.
What does he want to talk about? Am I getting fired for my work ethic? I've been doing great! I'm second to finish my work usually.
I reset my alarm and try to sleep a little longer, but before I know it, my alarm is going off again.
I curse under my breath as I sit up. I throw on a bra, white tee and a dark blue long sleeve with suit black suit pants. I put on some lipstick and mascara and grab my stuff.
I head out the door, getting in the car and going to work.
I get to the sixth floor and put my stuff on my desk and nervously head to Hotch's office.
I knock lightly and I hear Hotch say, "Come in!"
"You wanted to see me?" I say, hiding my microexpressions.
"Yeah, please sit," he says. I stare from his eyes to his lips back and forth as I sit down.
We sit in silence as he writes something in a case file. He suddenly closes it, harshly, causing me to jump.
He looks at me confused and I clear my throat.
"Hotch, am I in here to watch you work? Because I'm pretty sure that's your job," I say snarky. I regret what I said and Hotch puts down his pen, looking at me, studying me almost.
"We have to talk about yesterday," Hotch says, sitting up straighter.
"Right. Uh, yesterday was g-" I'm cut off.
"Inappropriate. I don't know what washed over me and I'm really sorry. You can report me if you feel you must, I completely understand."
"Oh," I say, sadly.
"What is it, Y/L/N?" Hotch asks and I shake my head.
"Nothing, sir. I won't report you," I smile and he nods.
What am I doing? I think as I stand up.
"Um, one question: why?" I ask, looking down at him.
"Why what?"
"If it was deemed inappropriate, why did you do it?"
Hotch's gaze never leaves mine, I stay staring, waiting for an answer.
"It was inappropriate before, and I'm sorry, a person of higher power shouldn't use it to take advantage of his workers. And I am sorry, especially after what happened with Ken." Hotch sighs out, correcting his crooked posture.
I pause thinking of an answer but my minds blank, the only thing I muster is a self deprecating, "Okay."
Hotch stands up and opens the door for me. I smile and thank him as I walk out.
Go get your man! What are you doing? I ask myself as I get to my desk.
There's a little voice in my conscious telling me something different. Something I don't want to hear but might be true.
He doesn't want you. Move on.
What if that little voice ringing in my ears is right? Maybe I should move on.
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Hotchner Has My Heart
Fanfiction"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Here," the black haired man said, holding out his hand. I take his hand and he helps me up off the sidewalk. He looks me up and down as I wipe any dirt I had on me off. "Uh, I'm Aaron Hotchner. Nice to meet you," The tall...
