Transfer Request

Chapter 15

We arrive at the club and are greeted by Penelope pulling us into a group hug.

"Are you ready to get wasted?", she giggles, probably already tipsy.

"I'm driving you guys home, so I won't be drinking", Spencer said.

"Pretty boy, here, had too much fun last time. He complained about having a headache for a week after we went out", Derek laughed from behind me.

We walk through the club together, following Garcia. She leads us to a table covered in confetti that Hotch and JJ are standing at.

I laugh at the ridiculousness of the decorations but I thank JJ nonetheless. I slide into my seat and I don't realize that Emily has already put a drink down in front of me. I take a sip, the drink almost too sweet for my taste but I thank her anyways.

A song with a good beat starts playing, so I grab Garcia, Emily and Morgan and pull them to the dancefloor. We laugh as we dance together, but my smile quickly falls as I meet Hotch's eyes. I excuse myself from the circle and make my way through the crowd back to the table.

I pick my drink up and take a sip, trusting that Hotch wouldn't let anyone tamper with it. As much as he hates me, I know he doesn't want to see me hurt.

"Having fun?", he asks. I nod.

"I am, though I'm not sure you can say the same."

"This isn't really my scene", he said as he took a sip of some brown liquid. He is quiet for a moment, his eyes examining my face.

"Why are you still tense around me? I'm not your supervisor anymore", he asks.

"Profiling me again?", I chuckle dryly.

"You did it first", he retorts.

"I'm sorry I don't want to be friends with the guy that made my life a living hell for five months." He shoots me a look.

"I give as well as I get, Y/n. Our relationship isn't all my fault."

"You started it", I said childishly.

"Do you want to know what I think?", he asks.

"Not really, but I have a feeling you'll tell me anyways", I smirk.

"I think you see me as more than just your superior. I only have power over you at work, but here you are, hanging onto my every word when you could simply walk away." My face has confusion written all over it.

"What are you getting at?", I spit. He leans across the table, his face only inches from mine.

"I think you're attracted to me. I think you want me to dominate you and praise you the way you crave."

I school my expression into something more neutral, trying to hide my reaction but I don't doubt that he can see through it.

"That's no way to speak to your subordinate, Agent Hotchner", I say calmly.

"I'm only your superior for five more days, then, you'll just be another woman", he says, parroting what I said days prior. I clear my throat and stand up before smoothing out my dress.

"If you'll excuse me, sir, I'm going to go dance. I'd rather not go home alone tonight", I smirk. I turn and walk away, feeling like I had the upper hand.