gods & monsters. |a. hotchner x reader| (on hold!)

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.

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