the time travelers agent // hotchner x reader

i. the creepy man at 12 o'clock

Three years ago

"This is so grueling." Emily sighs, leaning back into her leather seat. She shakes her head, peeking over at the files you are sorting.

You nod, shaking your head in disbelief along with her. The case is of missing children, who's bodies are found in abandoned homes posed in realistic positions as if they were still alive. Carol-Anne Dobson, 9, was found in an abandoned mill house, positioned in the living room  playing with dolls. Across from her, sat Michael Hensmith, 12, holding a book.

"Y/L/N, Prentiss. We set sail in thirty. Shall we?" Hums Rossi, and you look up away from the notes littering your small desk.
"I hear we are all staying at a place called the Grand Hotel. You heard of it?" Emily asks, filing her papers into her suitcase.

You shake your head. You had never heard of it, yet something inside your chest strangely ached at the name. You shake it off, you're more than likely aching over the horrific case you are about to step into. That feeling is nothing new to you. You decide to ignore the small fact that this ache was something... a bit different.

The plane ride is pretty silent, apart from the Italian song Rossi would not stop humming. Halfway through the flight, your co-agent Doctor Spencer Reid pipes up about the profile.

"Obviously this unsub has an immature mindset, the way he is posing these bodies as if they were his dolls. Every abandoned house is his own personal dollhouse, and since he is posing them the way he wants, it's giving him that intense feeling of ultimate control." You nod, biting your lip as you look at the pictures of the victims when they were still alive. So young, so innocent. Absolutely heinous.

"I cannot wait to get ahold of this son of a bitch." Huffs Derek Morgan, his arms crossing against his chest tensely.

"Agreed." Sighs Jennifer Jaraeu. She has always had the worst time when it came to cases involving children. That is understandably so, it's horrible no matter the victim but when it is young children, that tends to strike nerves within the whole team. Including you.

"Reid, Jaraeu; you two are going to go speak to the parents of the victims, get a good mindset on their behavior and temperaments and so-forth. Look for patterns, ask about grades and their popularity in school." Rossi chimes in. He then points his pen at you and Emily.

"Y/L/N and Prentiss will go to the Dobson and Hensmith crime scene and examine the locations, perimeter, and those who live in the area. Morgan and I will go to the two other scenes and do the same thing. First, however, we are going to stop at the hotel we are staying at. Detective Cline is doing a press conference there and requested we join in, as Jaraeu already knows."

You smile knowingly over at Jennifer, who looks pleased. She is always one step ahead whenever it involves media, strangers, conferences, and others. With a nudge from Emily, it's our cue to get off the plane and get to the hotel.

The hotel.

"I hear we are all staying at a place called the Grand Hotel. You heard of it?'

Emily's voice echos in your mind. You feel another soft pang in your chest, this one not as harsh as the one back in your office in Quantico. Uneasy by this sudden rush of new, unfamiliar emotions, you push this thought to the back of your mind as quickly as it came. You follow closely behind the rest, just as Reid catches his pace to match with yours.

"I'm sort of glad Rossi decided for me to stay around here and speak to the families. I'm not sure this is a crime scene I want to go see. Something about it is just really bothering me, more than usual." He blurts.