Blinded by Hate | a.hotchner

Chapter 21

Trigger Warning: Severe Violence and Gore

Aaron's POV

I watched y/n walk into the hallway, a pit forming in my stomach. I could tell how scared she was, and how badly she wanted to fix this.

Just give her a minute, Aaron. She just needs a second to breathe.

"Prentiss, get all of that up to the lab. Morgan, have Garcia check the cameras. She may have sent someone else to deliver those packages." I had to keep an even head, "Dave, we need to go through whatever history y/n had with Briza."

Rossi nodded at my words, "I want you to do a cognitive with her." I said shortly, turning on my heel to join y/n in the hall.

Pushing the doors open, I scanned the completely empty hallway. I figured she was just in the bathroom, so I walked over to one of the benches to wait. Someone had left a pile of stuff on one of the benches.

Geeze, can't people just throw away their garbage.

I brushed the pile further to the edge, still not paying attention to the contents. When my hand hit the cold metal of a gun, I finally examined the objects sitting on the bench.

A gun and holster, a wallet that look familiar, a phone I recognized, and an FBI badge.

Who would leave all their gear just sitting on a bench, that's so irresponsible.

Flipping the credentials open, I finally connected the dots that I was subconsciously trying hard to ignore. Y/n's face was staring at me from her discarded badge. Frantically grabbing the wallet, her driver's license was looking at me as well. The phone lit up with a notification from Garcia, asking why her car was leaving the base. I felt a lump form in my throat as I stood up from the bench.

Scooping up y/n items, I rushed to Garcia's office, quickly swiping my card on the ID scanner.

"Garcia, I need you to track y/n's car." Heard myself say. It felt like I was having an out of body experience, like I was floating above my physical form, watching everything in slow motion.

"Okay, she just left the base in quite the hurry." Penelope told me, pulling up the GPS system for all our work issued cars.

"It looks like she just parked at a coffee shop a few miles away." Garcia said, showing me the screen.

"Pull up any traffic cameras there, I want to see what's happening." I told her, watching her type quickly on her keyboard.

"What's going on, Sir? What's wrong?" Penelope asked me, a scared look on her face.

"I found a pile of her stuff on a bench, her badge, gun and phone were just sitting in a pile." I said quickly, watching her pull up the camera feeds.

I saw y/n's car parked at the small café, y/n stepping out of her car. She glanced around the parking lot, before spotting a car at the edge of the lot. Her steps were quick as she approached the car, her body language giving away how unsure she was. I watched her start the car and drive off the camera feed.

"Garcia, can we follow her with traffic cameras?" I asked quickly, feeling fear shoot through my body.

"We can try, but I don't think Briza will keep her on main roads." Garcia said with a sad tone.

She was right, after watching the car drive through a few lights, y/n finally passed the last street camera.

She was gone.

I made my way to the bullpen, hearing Morgan and Garcia following closely behind. When I walked through the glass doors, four agents sitting in the briefing room snapped their heads to look at me. They quickly made their way out onto the catwalk, asking what was wrong.