She escaped with nothing but a backpack and a necklace. Now, survival has made her a profiler - and the past she fled still waits in the dark. Aaron Hotchner x OC

Three years ago, she vanished from the BAU without a word-her badge stripped, her name buried, her past sealed behind prison walls. No one ever learned why. Now she's free. With her sentence served and her record still shrouded in silence, the FBI makes her an offer no one else would dare: her old position at the Behavioral Analysis Unit. The team she left behind isn't sure whether to trust her, fear her, or pretend she was never gone at all. And she's not sure she deserves the second chance. As new cases blur the line between right and wrong, the secrets that put her behind bars begin to surface-threatening her freedom, her future, and the fragile trust she's trying to rebuild. Some profiles never leave you. And some mistakes refuse to stay buried.

aaron hotchner fanfiction. y/n l/n won't let sickness stand in her way. she has decided to start as a profiler at the behavioral analysis...not knowing she'd feel a spark at first touch with her boss, aaron hotchner. she's scared to fall in love. will she let aaron hotcher love her? will she beat this deadly sickness? let's find out. started (12.06.2020) finished (02.20.2021)

In a state of despondence following the murder of his ex-wife, Aaron Hotchner is happy living life by his new rule; don't get close to anyone, and no one gets hurt. All is going to plan until he meets his new neighbour, Elena Swan, who seems hell-bent on injecting positivity in to his seemingly grey world. His over-zealous neighbour is a cause for serious irritation, but Aaron soon discovers that Little Miss Sunshine might have a dark past of her own, one that is masked by overt enthusiasm and the need to see the world smile.

Suggestions are open. I'll do tons of fluff :) that's about it

You watched Mr. Hotchner pull his gun out and press it against the mans forehead, cocking it. Your smirk only grows as you walked elegantly towards him, stroking his arm as you stopped behind him. Your other hand rests on his left side as you press your lips to his right ear, and you whisper, "If you shoot him, you won't get what you ask for tonight" You threatened. It took a moment to listen to your warnings, but he slowly took the gun away from the mans face. You wanted to let a sigh of relief exit your lips, but you didn't want to blow your cover. You couldn't blow your cover. |unsub hotch x agent reader|

"You have more dick in your personality then in your pants, Aaron Hotchner" I spat, stepping in front of a helpless Spencer. Aaron scoffed, his shit eating grin growing as he leaned closer to me. "You want to be the judge of that, Gordon?" He joked, so I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and decker him. |a. hotchner x oc| |criminal minds high school au| |#1 in hotchxoc|

"To live every day as if it had been stolen from death, that is how I would like to live. To feel the joy of life, as Eve felt the joy of life. To separate oneself from the burden, the angst, the anguish that we all encounter every day. To say I am alive, I am wonderful, I am. I am. That is something to aspire to." - Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain Published: July 2, 2020 Completed: February 18, 2024 Disclaimer: 1. The NASCAR racers mentioned are real actual people with the exception of Clint Adams who is my OC. Any attitude, dialogue, or behavior they display is purely fictional except for references to their real career wins and performances. 2. I have done heavy research into the world of NASCAR for this story. This includes watching races, reading up on articles, looking at stats and so on. But like anything I am bound to make mistakes. I am only human. Thank you for reading and enjoy the ride.

"Mr. Hotchner, this is Noah, Jack's teacher. If you could please come in for a parent teacher conference as soon as possible today, we need to discuss some worries I have with Jack." Aaron listened to the voice mail, twice now, barely catching the nervousness in the teachers voice. Noah had known about his job but she never tried to hide any of her behavior from him before. Whatever his sons teacher wanted to speak to him about wasn't going to be good.