Don't test me

Chapter Twelve

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"Yes Mecca, I am sure." I laughed. Mecca has been calling me every day for a week asking if I was completely sure.

"This is a BIG decision y/n."

"It's okay Mecca, I have been wanting this for a while now, It's not like it's a random drunk thought." I walked around my house looking for my shoes and started getting ready to leave.

"Does the BAU even allow frenulum piercings?" She asked in a worried tone.

"I already asked my boss, he said it's fine." Hotch was fairly easy on me, ever since I joined he was just another dad figure to me. Even though he never smiled I knew how he really was on the inside, and him having a kid made it so much easier for me to tell it was just an act.

"Alright well, I don't have a sitter for Sam so he has to come with us." Mecca sounded exhausted. I knew she didn't get much sleep with Sam, after all, he's a little kid who just wants to play all the time. Ever since he was born she has had little to no time to sleep or do anything she wanted, and I always tried giving her breaks, but it never seemed like enough.

"That's fine, we'll make it work." I laughed grabbing my keys and walking to my car.

"I forgot to ask you, but how did the dinner with Harmon go?" She asked me. The memories of the other night rushed back. First, it was Harmon and his pressuring ways of trying to get a hook up out of me, and then it was Spencer and his... I snapped back into reality and realized Mecca was still there, "Y/n? Hello?" She asked.

"Sorry- Yeah Harmon isn't really... A nice guy." I said laughing awkwardly.

"He asked to sleep with you didn't he." She said it more as a fact than a question,

"Yeah, he did, plenty of times."

"Did he bring up all the money he has? Oh and his house!" She started laughing with me.

"Yeah he did, how did you know?"

"That's his go-to hook up lines, he played it all the time in high school. Guess he still hasn't grown up."

I chuckled "Yeah, I'm glad Spencer was there to help me out, he wouldn't stop asking."

"Speaking of Spencer, is he coming? I'd love to meet the man that's fucking my best friend." He chuckled.

"No, he has some work stuff to do," I replied.

"Well tell SP he needs to get some time off soon so he can come and meet me." She joked.

"He makes me call him Sir now. He hates SP." I giggled remembering how much fun it is to piss him off.

"Well, unfortunately, he can't fuck me so I think I'll be just fine if I call him that." She joked. I heard Sam gasp in the background and I almost burst into tears.

"Alrighty, you can try it." I turned on my car and heard Sam in the background talking. "Okay Mecca, I am going to go, see you in a bit."

"See you soon." Mecca hung up and I started driving to the tattoo parlor.

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"Hey Y/n!" Mecca said giving me a hug. She was already there waiting for me when I arrived.

"Hey Mecca, Hi Sam." I looked at Sam and he smiled,

"Hi." He hugged my leg and I fuzzed up his hair.

"You ready?" I looked up and saw a lady standing in front of me. She was covered in tattoos and had purple hair, I assumed she was the lady that is going to hopefully not make me regret this decision.