Sit Down and Shut Up

Chapter 1

We're on a case in Florida trying to catch some asshole who kidnaps women from bars, getting them pregnant and once they give birth, killing the girl and dropping the newborn off at a safe haven.
It makes me feel sick knowing that I match his type: brown hair, blue eyes, tanned with an athletic build. This is the only case I've been on since joining the BAU, a little over a year ago, that makes me feel nauseous.
We're sitting in the conference room giving the profile like normal, when Emily suggests doing an undercover op. I knew this would mean that I would have to be the bait because I'm the only one on the team who fits his type. After a few minutes of weighing the pros and cons - pros being that I will no longer be on probation, and will likely get a room to myself on all the new cases *score* but the cons seeming to slightly outweigh the pros seeing as I would literally be putting my life on the line - I agreed. If it's the only way to catch this asshole unsub, then I knew I had to do it. I knew that anyone else would do it if they could.
After setting out the game plan and figuring where everyone was going to be so that I would be covered at all times, we dispersed to start to get ready,  but a voice calling my name made me stop halfway through the door frame.

"Y/N!" I heard, immediately knowing who it was.

Hotch was never really one to call anyone by their first name unless it was serious, I held my breath hoping I wasn't in trouble. Swivelling round to face him, I noticed him already staring at me with his beautiful brown eyes. They quickly flicked up and down my body, giving it a one over before meeting my eyes. My breath hitched slightly in my throat, I always had a crush on Hotch, I mean how could you not. He is literally; tall, dark and handsome. Something every girl wants, right? Not that I would ever let on, he is my boss after all but oh god if he wasnt my bo-

"Y/N" he said again, pulling me out of my thoughts

"Uh, yeah Hotch? What's up?" I replied, giving him a small smile

"Are you sure you're up for this? You've never done an undercover before and I just wanna make su-"

"Hotch, I'll be fine." I cut him off before he could finish. "I have the whole team to look out for me, nothing's gonna happen"

He stands up, eyebrows furrowed and takes a step toward me.

"Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking Y/L/N" he breathes in a slightly angry tone

Oh god, I've made him mad. Nobody likes a mad Hotch. Mad Hotch equals extra paperwork and I don't wanna be the reason nobody gets to have a drink when we get back.

"Oh - uh- sorry sir, won't happen again" I replied in almost a whisper.

I've always had a problem with authority growing up but with Hotch it was different. It was like a high when defying his orders sometimes, the rush of adrenaline from knowing the repercussions that could come with it, especially with knowing how harsh Hotch can be on punishment. I was already on probation for going into an unsubs house with no backup on the last case so I didn't wanna ruin it now and get an extension.

"No, you won't let it happen again little girl" Hotch breathed, taking another step toward me.

My breath hitched in my throat, heart rate increasing. Wha- What did he just call me? Little girl? Who is he calling little girl? What the hell

"Uh- sir? Little girl? That's a little unprofess-"

I'm cut off by Hotch taking another step toward me and wrapping his hand around my throat, pushing me against the wall. Our faces merely inches apart. What the hell is he doing? This is so weird, yet so good at the same time.

"Unprofessional? Y/N, the only thing unprofessional is you agreeing to go undercover without a gun strapped to you. What are you gonna do if you get caught by the guy, huh? I mean yeah we'll have you covered at all times, but what if he tries something in the club?" He says, almost in a whisper.

Your breath is caught in your throat, and Hotch's grip tighten slightly causing your eyes to roll back.

"You like that don't you little girl"

There it is again, little girl. God that's hot

"You drive me insane Y/N. God I would have you bent over this desk if I could"

Hotch slowly begins releasing the grip on your neck, you're sure there'll be a mark. You take a deep breath, trying to fill your lungs again after what just happened.

"Go and get ready, but find a place to holster a weapon, you are not going in unarmed" Hotch says in a neutral tone.

You nod your head and turn swiftly to head out the door, looking back to see Hotch watching you leave with darkened eyes. What the hell just happened? Did he just? Does he? No he can't see me that way. He just broke up with Beth because she wanted to settle down.

You head to the locker room at the precinct to see a black silk dress on your locker. Garcia must have went and picked it out.  It had spaghetti string straps and scooped down at the front to show off a bit of cleavage. It was open back, so you couldn't wear a bra and it ended about mid thigh. How the hell were you going to find a place to holster a gun?
You paired the dress with some red heels to match your red lip, and let your hair loose to fall down framing your face. There was a tightness in your stomach but you coudn't tell if it was from what just happened, or nerves from going under tonight.

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Hi, I hope you're enjoying
Uh, this is my first time writing a CM fic, so if I mess anything up or get facts wrong pls dont hate on me
Ik this is only one chapter so far, but until it gets a few reads, I'm gonna keep it as is
Let me know if you want to me to continue and please comment and vote throughout
Thanks
- G 🤍