Blinded by Hate | a.hotchner

Chapter 19

You and Rossi had tried multiple times to keep Aaron at home. He was still very sore, and he needed time to rest and heal. However, Aaron decided that he was going into the office. No matter what. Deciding not to have a fight, you let him, but you gave him one small limitation.

"You cannot go in the field, no matter what. Not until you are cleared, physically and mentally." His face falling slightly at your words.

The bullpen was oddly desolate when you and Aaron walked in, only six agents sitting in the briefing room. There were evidence boards lining the walls, littered with papers and photos. Once you were in the room, the conversation fell silent. Nobody knew what to say.

"Let's get to work," Aaron said with a snap, sitting down at the table, "I think we need to build a completely new profile, start from scratch."

The team nodded in agreement, the stale silence ringing.

"Okay, well I can help with the information on Briza Vazquez." You spit out, breaking the heavy blanket of quiet, "Briza is 28, from Annapolis Maryland. She graduated from Yale with me, and she studied Sociology and Psychology. Briza is extremely smart, although clever might be a better way to put it. She knows how to evade people, and she knows how to find someone's weakness and turn it against them."

"She did it to me..." You trailed slightly, thinking back to manipulative things she would say to you.

The team waited to see if you were going to continue speaking. You stayed silent, sitting down next to Aaron.

"Okay, we know that she's mission oriented. Her first five kills were meaningless, almost like practice. Carter Johnson was her way of catching y/n's attention. She wanted y/n on edge." Emily started to profile Briza, your head nodding as she spoke.

"Abducting Hotch was solely to hurt y/n. She wanted to see her fall apart, but luckily y/n didn't. I'd say it's safe to say that her endgame is getting y/n to break. She wants her to feel pain." Rossi continued from where Emily left off.

"I think the real question is why she's doing this?" Morgan asked, his eyes landing on you.

"I- Um, well. She and I dated in my junior year at Yale. We were a part of a small friend group," You started to tell the team, as you talked Aaron's hand found yours under the table. He squeezed it gently, wrapping his large hand around yours.

You continued, "We dated for a few months, but things fell apart pretty quickly. It was finals week, and Briza didn't like that my focus wasn't on her. I was studying non-stop, not giving her enough attention apparently. Anyways, when I broke up with her, the friend group sided with me. They quickly stopped inviting her to parties and study sessions, basically breaking all ties with her. I felt awful, but things were so tense between us, I couldn't just bring her back into the group." Your guilt washed over you.

You brought this on yourself, y/n. If you hadn't been such a bitch, she wouldn't be trying to kill you right now.

"That makes sense. She saw how close we are, and she wanted you to feel the loss of a group. Like she did. And seeing that you dated her, her possessiveness over you made her want to hurt Hotch. She didn't like seeing you so happy." Spencer said, gesturing to the team sitting around the table.

"Y/n, you should probably check in with your friends, they need to be put in protective custody." Rossi told you, handing you a pen and paper, "Write down their names and number, and I'll get an agent to get them here."

"What about my family?" You asked with a worried look.

"They've already been put into WITSEC, I decided that last night. I was going to tell you after we debriefed." Rossi said, part of your worry sliding off your shoulders.