pov- imagines

NOSE JOB- A. HOTCHNER

pairings: aaron hotchner x reader, platonic!derek morgan x reader
warnings: my (bad) attempt at profiling, mentions of crime scenes, normal criminal minds stuff, mentions of being hit, mentions of blood
about: you get your chance at a free nose job.

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the team had been called for a case in canada during winter. it was almost christmas, meaning it was freezing there. it wouldn't have been a huge problem had you been able to go to a cabin, make some hot cocoa and cuddle up to your warm boyfriend and jack, but it was a case, meaning you had to stand outside in the freezing cold with a warm (-not for long) bitter coffee and without the living heater you knew as aaron hotchner.

in conclusion, you were freezing. you didn't want to wear the six layers that hotch had recommended, seeing as you were still an agent that needed to be able to move and chase someone if needed.

you were sure you could chase someone, but at a cost- you weren't sure your nose was still there, or your fingers.

you blew into your hands, rubbing them together close to your nose, and you heard derek laugh next to you. "y/n, you good?"

you huffed, pouting, "i'm cold!" you whined, walking over to him and hugging him for warmth, "hm, you're warm. reid is like a block of ice."

morgan laughed again but didn't move, making you sigh happily, you finally weren't cold enough to shiver.

aaron was on the other side of the field, watching you both. you would've gladly curled up to him, but he didn't adore showing so much affection in front of the team, and it wasn't like it was a strange occurrence seeing you with derek (or spencer), they were like your brothers (and would gladly beat hotch up if it was ever needed).

"baby, you should've worn a few more layers," derek commented, and you hmmed, "any more layers and i'll start looking like a penguin."

you felt the vibrations of derek's chuckle under your cheek, and moved away when you noticed something out of the side of your eye.

"what is that?" you questioned, walking towards the mound of snow and bending down in front of it. you moved the snow away as spencer crouched down next to you, head tilting. your eyes widened when you saw a knife covered in blood and you called for hotch. "possible murder weapon!"

with an evidence baggie in your hands, you held it up, inspecting it. "it's a blade, and it matches the others one found at the scenes."

"so, the unsub is using a different weapon for each murder?" prentiss asked, and you nodded, "seems like it, but only for some. the first, second, and third each had a blade at the scene, but the fifth and sixth didn't, although the weapon at the seventh matched them all. hey- could this imply some sort of ocd?- or a personal connection to some victims? like he wants the ones he knows to have some difference or something, because those kills are more important to him?"

hotch thought your theory over for a few seconds.

"why would he kill the other three, then? if they're not personal," reid asked, and you bit your chapped lips, thinking.

your lips parted as an idea came to you, "maybe he needs to kill, after the first three, it became a sort of need, so he found surrogates for those that were personal to him- important- enough to kill- but not important enough. at least until this one. maybe three less important to him make up one personal connection to him?"

prentiss nodded, "three. the first three each had connections, the second three didn't, and this is the beginning of another three. could imply ocd."

the group nodded, discussing some more before agreeing to go back to the precinct.

three (you were getting tired of the repetition of the number) days passed before another body showed up, along with a blade, which strengthened both yours and prentiss' inferences, and angered the police department, which put hotch in a bad mood.

he was usually great at keeping his emotions in check, but after getting screamed at by the chief, hit on by a grieving mom, and actually hit by the grieving mom's husband, he deserved to let it out a little.

you had come inside his makeshift office, nose tinted pink from the cold, to let him know you and spencer would be riding with him, greeting him with a small hello you weren't sure he'd heard.

he was grunting, eyes on a file in a cabinet that wouldn't let it free. you came closer (stupid move on your part) to try and help him, when he let out a frustrated noise and pulled hard, making his elbow painfully crash with your face.

you squeaked, the impact to your nose knocking you backwards. "y/n!" hotch said, surprised.

"ow," you groaned, your fingers carefully coming up to your nose, and you winced when they came in contact, tasting the blood dribbling from your nose into your mouth.

at the commotion, spencer, jj, and derek came in, eyes wide.

your eyes were watery without your consent, and you sniffed, making you grimace.

"ouch," you said again, closing your eyes and opening them to see hotch in front of you. "are you okay? i'm so sorry, y/n, i didn't see you behind me and-"

you shushed him, wiping at your eyes, "it was my fault, i should've let you know i was in here and not come so close."

"is your nose broken?" jj asked, and you shrugged, "i don't think-"

your eyes widened, and hotch's did too in worry, "are you okay?" he asked, hands coming towards your face.

you waved him off, "i'm fine- just, reid! if i come into the er with a broken nose, will i get a free nose job? or is that just like a rumor?"

spencer stared at you for a few seconds before responding. "um, yeah, you do."

you grinned, "hit me again, i don't think it's broken."

aaron laughed at you, rolling his eyes playfully and helping you up. "i am taking you to the hospital, and i'm getting you hot chocolate."

you just sighed and hummed, wincing as the adrenaline wore off, "oww."

aaron looked guilty as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before guiding you to the car.