road trip

2. case closed

a/n: love of my life type shit. this man is too attractive. 

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hotch, morgan and rossi got into an SUV and drove to the office building while you, jj, prentiss, and reid crammed into your own SUV. jj drove with prentiss in the passenger seat. 

the team may have had rules regarding team profiling, but it wasn't technically profiling if you noticed jj staring at emily's red tank top more than normal. 

reid fiddled with his fingers while he stared out the window. you'd known him long enough to know that that meant he was nervous. you grabbed his hand and gave him a reassuring squeeze. he turned to you and smiled, knowing that you knew he was nervous. 

jj looked back in the rearview mirror at the two of you and winked at you. you playfully glared back at her and emily just looked wildly confused until she saw your hand still resting in reid's. she audibly laughed and reid let go of your hand, his cheeks turning pink. you giggled at his embarrassment. 

"aww reid, first time holding a girl's hand?" emily joked. 

jj laughed and spencer blushed again.

"no, i -" spencer tried to explain,

"sorry to interrupt the little gossip session, but we're here." jj pulled into a parking space and turned the car engine off. 

"aww jj it was just getting to the good part," emily whined. 

"you poor baby, just interrogate the boy genius on the jet," jj laughed.

you and spencer got out of the car and he helped you tighten your vest. 

"sam crawford, fbi." jj banged on the door.

in the silence that followed, you kicked the door down, a trick morgan had taught you. (a/n: yeah, i know we're kind of badass). 

reid walked into the apartment, followed by prentiss, their guns raised. 

you and jj followed after them quietly. 

the apartment looked like it had been ransacked. clothing was thrown everywhere and shelves were overturned. the kitchen and bathrooms were empty. you had pulled your phone out, ready to tell hotch that you had lost the unsub.

"sam crawford," reid called. 

you turned and walked towards where reid's voice had come from. 

sam crawford stood in the bedroom, a gun to a woman's head. she looked beaten and tired. your heart broke for her. 

"sam, you don't wanna do this," reid slowly lowered his gun and holstered it.

"how do you know what i want?" the unsub's voice shook and he pressed the gun harder onto the woman's head. 

reid's voice softened, "i know you feel abandoned and you just wanted someone that won't leave you, i know what that's like, but you don't have to do this." 

the unsub's hand faltered, "i just," 

"sam drop the gun" reid said, noticing the woman the unsub was holding wasn't breathing. 

the unsub began to sob and dropped the gun and the woman. 

you rushed to cuff the unsub while reid caught the woman. jj called hotch while emily called an ambulance. 

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it was late when everyone arrived back at the station. reid had gone to the hospital to check on the victim and your leg was tired from kicking down that door. everyone was packing up, but you and reid just sat on the couch, tired from the case. 

"pack your stuff up, we'll head to the airstrip in 30," hotch said, shoving the files from the case into his bag. 

"agent hotchner!" detective gilligan, the lead detective from the case came running. 

"detective, is there anything we can do for you?" hotch asked, still packing his bag.

"uh, yes actually." the detective said timidly,

"proceed," 

"there's a lot of paperwork for this case, we just found out that the unsub had abducted and killed two more girls. i was wondering if i could ask you all to stay a little longer and just help us sort this out." gilligan rambled.

"my apologies detective, but i can't hold my team here any longer than we are legally needed, there are other cases we have to attend to back in quantico." hotch explained. 

"yes i understand," gilligan sounded defeated.

reid looked up from the couch. he looked at you, then at hotch, then at detective gilligan, then back at you. his eyes had a mischievous glint in them and it scared you.

"wait, hotch, technically y/n and i have two vacation days to use. why don't we just stay here and help?" reid suggested. you almost slapped him right there.

"oh yeah thanks for volunteering me to do extra paperwork" you grumbled under your breath.

morgan laughed, "that's what you get for saving your vacation days babygirl,"

"as long as you're both up to it, go for it," hotch said, desperate to get out of miami. 

"oh yeah, i'm always up for missing the private jet and staying in miami for two more days." you sarcastically said under your breath.

spencer heard you and playfully punched you in the arm before grinning innocently. 

"we're gonna have so much fun,"

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a/n: wow i'm rly taking my time here