When Hotch is the only one who notices y/n's faded bruises he decides to take matters into his own hands.
y/n is in an abusive relationship where her bf uses BDSM as a cover to abuse her.
What will happen with Hotch? Will y/n be okay?
(I do not...
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I woke up sweating, Evan must have turned the heat up last night once he got home. I got up finding some cream for the bruises on my ass.
Walking into the kitchen to find some breakfast I felt arms wrap around my waist, "Hey baby,"
"Hey Evan," I say turning around giving him a slight smile, "when did you get home?"
"I don't know, but I'm home now," he said his smile faltering.
"Okay, did you want some breakfast?"
"Sure," he said letting go of me.
"Okay, go get back in bed I'll bring it to you," I said, i really didn't want to be around him.
"I will get in bed but don't tell me what to do," he chuckled and smacked my ass as he walked away.
After my conversation with Hotch I didn't want to be around him, a part of me wanted us to get called in for a case because i really couldn't stand him, but I love him so I don't know what to do.
...
I walked into the room with Evan watching MMA on the TV, "Here you go babe, french toast with some fried eggs." I say handing him the tray of food. "Let me go grab you some coffee," I say retreating to the kitchen for his mug.
"That's my girl, i'm gonna reward you later," he says with a grimacing smile as i handed him his drink.
"Oh thank you sir," I say rummaging through the closet trying to find an outfit for the day," Evan hates it when I wear Pj's all day.
"Your should wear those ripped jeans, they make your ass look great," he said with his mouth full.
"Sure thing babe," I say pulling them down from the hanger, I was gonna wear tights and sweater but turns out i guess i can't.
*ring *ring
"Who's Hotch?" He asked
"My boss," I say grabbing the phone.
"This is SSA y/l/n,"
Hotch: "Hey y/l/n we've got a case, can you be here in 20?"
"Yes sir I can, see you then," i hang up the phone; throwing it on the bed.
"Where are you going?" he asked sternly.
"We got a case have to go the office for more details but i'll text you when i know where we're going," I say pulling up my dress pants.
