Blinded by Hate | a.hotchner

Chapter 1

 It was a normal fall day in Quantico, Virginia. The loud chirping of your alarm clock jolts you awake. You hated the damn thing, but you're a heavy sleeper and its about the only thing that will pull you from your deep sleep. Peeling yourself out of bed and into the bathroom was one of your least favorite things to do. The cold tile against your feet sent a shiver up your spine as you turned on the shower and let the water warm up. You quickly brushed your teeth and starred at the dark circles under your eyes. Stepping into the shower, you mentally prepared your self for the day. It was supposed to be a normal paperwork day, but you had a sneaking suspicion that the team would be called into a case today.

After finishing your shower and getting dressed into your work clothes; a light grey turtleneck with a black blazer and dress pants, finished with a pair of black heels that worked wonders on your ass. You applied minimal make-up, simple brows mascara and a lipstick, and pulled your now dry hair into a pony tail. Walking into your kitchen, you make your self a cup of coffee in your travel mug and burnt a piece of toast that you shortly after discarded. Checking the time on the wall, you left your apartment and headed to work. The Behavior Analysis Unit of the FBI.

You love working for the FBI, especially the BAU. It was a dream of yours since you were a little girl, chasing down bad guys and putting away serial killers was your dream. There was only one aspect of the job that you absolutely loathed. SSA Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner. That man could send you into a blind rage with a simple look, something that you quickly learned to control as to not show him the effect he has on you. You've never been sure of why you guys had butted heads so quickly into your employment at the BAU, but neither of you seemed to want to budge on the rivalry. And on occasion (all the time) you liked to give him some rather interesting names, SSA Hard-Ass-Hotchner, was your favorite. Although Hotch never seemed to take a likening to it.

After your short drive to the base, you parked your car and headed up to the 6th floor. You had never been late a day in your life, and today was no exception. Keeping up your perfect attendance was one of the many ways you ensured that Hotch wouldn't fire you for your under breath comments or your nicknames for him. Pushing the glass door to the BAU open, the familiar smell of stale coffee and freshly printed paper filled your nose. You walked straight to your desk, which sat in front of Derek Morgan who was currently badgering Emily Prentiss for information about her most recent date. In front of Emily's desk, hunched over like a bat, was Spencer Reid. He was reading some book about serial killers, like he doesn't deal with them enough in his line of work. At the top of the cat walk stood David Rossi, one of your favorite people at the BAU. Most of the time you would smile at him and go to great him, however he was currently engaged in a conversation with the one and only SSA Aaron-Piss-Off Hotchner (another one of your many nicknames for him).

You set your stuff down and inserted your self into Emily and Derek's conversation

"Oh come on Emily! Just give me a little detail about him!" Derek pleaded

"Never in a million years would I give you information about my dating life, Morgan" Emily replied with a sigh

"Ha, she tells me everything, Morgan. Guess it sucks to be you" you tell him, sticking your tongue out at him.

Emily gives you a small glare as to tell you to shut up. Little did Derek know that Emily had just gone on her first date with JJ last night. They were both very much in the closet, more so JJ than Emily, but they both wanted to keep it on the down low. So you respected their privacy, knowing that Emily would surly tell you when she was ready.

Right on cue, JJ walked into the bullpen. 

"We have a case" she said shortly.

Everyone groaned and slowly walked to the conference room. You tailed behind, thinking to yourself that you were right about there being a case to go to. 

 As you entered the room, you immediately regretted taking your time walking to the room. Looking at the table and the one seat available, your stomach dropped like a rock. There was only one chair open, in between Morgan and Hotch. You locked eyes with Morgan and gave him a pleading look, hoping that he would swap seats with you. The team knew of you and Hotch's dislike for one another, and tried to ignore it most of the time, but the screaming matches in his office were hard to block out.

"Y/n just sit down, it'll take 10 minutes to debrief " Hotch spoke with his low gravely voice. The sound alone sent white hot anger over your entire body. 

Sighing loudly, you sat down next to Morgan. You scooted your chair a few inches closer to Derek, to put as much distance between you and Hotch. He scowled his signature scowl before signaling JJ to start the case. You chewed on the inside of your check, a habit that had started shortly after you joined the BAU. You used it as a way to keep yourself quiet.

"We have an unsub in Atlanta disemboweling women." JJ started the case, you started to look through the case file and look at the crime scene photos. 

You heard Hotch speak and instinctually you blocked out what he was saying. At the end you heard him say "Wheels up in 30." 

Immediately you jumped out of your chair like was burning you and put more distance between you and SSA Hot-Head-Hotchner.