It was Sunday afternoon and you'd barely done anything this weekend. Aside from Wednesday nights bar endeavor, you'd just been at home watching tv. You hadn't heard from Hotch since then either and you'd made no effort to contact him. What were you supposed to do in this type of situation?You had the tv on but weren't paying attention to it. "Fuck it," you say and grab your phone. You scroll through your contacts and click on Hotch's, your finger hovering over the call button.
You press the green button and bring the phone to your ear the foam dialing. After 2 rings he answers, "Agent Hotchner." His tone was cold and distant.
"Er, hey it's me," you say feeling oddly embarrassed.
You hear him huff, "Y/n, I can't really talk right now."
You blink a few times trying to find your words, "I just called to see if you were gonna be there for class tomorrow or if I needed to send out an update to your students." That was a decent excuse for a call, you'd believe it.
There's a lot of commotion in the background of wherever he is, "Look I don't know. I'll know more later. I'll keep you updated." Before you can respond he ends the call, ouch.
You put your phone down and frown, he's just been busy with work, it has nothing to do with you. But still, you felt a pang in your chest because you felt dismissed. You turn off the tv and get up off the couch and put your shoes on. You looked slightly ridiculous with your outfit of gray sweat pants, white crop top, and white converse, and your hair was thrown into a messy bun, but you didn't care.
You grabbed your keys and phone and went down to the first floor, you'd decided to go get something to eat. You hopped into your car and started it, it purring to life. You pulled out of your spot and headed off-campus.
You had your music softly playing through your car as you drove down the main road with all the shops and food. You pulled into McDonald's knowing a McFlurry would make you feel better.
You park your car and then head inside, there's no line so you immediately order your McFlurry and chicken nuggets. You walk towards the sitting area when you see someone you recognize, it's Spencer and he looks upset.
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Haven [aaron hotchner x reader]
FanfictionYou are a criminal justice major in a Virginia college. As an elective, you chose to take a profiling class from Aaron Hotchner, lead investigator of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. After Hotch asks you to be his TA for the semester your chemi...