Hurt
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader
Summary: Reader gets a good stab, Hotch worry
Word Count: 1.2k
Author’s Note: i’ve been looking for something to occupy my time recently and i figured that tumblr could use some more hotch ;) also if the ending is totally garbage, i’m sorry i’m new to this lol
Warning(s): mention of blood
“We need to catch this son of a bitch,” Morgan seethed, ”We’re so close.” This case had been especially tolling, it had been over a week since the B.A.U. agreed to take over and the unsub had slipped through the teams’ fingers more times than they could count. At this point, 6 young women had been brutally murdered by a delusional, stab-happy lowlife.
“We just need something to draw him out,” You spoke, “Like bait.” The team turn their heads toward you, interests piqued.
“Y/n does fit the unsub’s ‘type.’“ Reid pointed out, “Maybe if we use her we could finally catch him — ”
“Absolutely not.” Looking up from the table you saw Hotch, brows furrowed in that well-known ‘I’m angry’ face. “I will not put Y/n in harm’s way just to close a case!”
“But if we don’t, more innocent women will lose their lives to this asshole! C’mon Hotch please, just let me do this. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself,” You looked at him, pleading with your eyes. He hated when you did that, made him feel dizzy. He just wanted to protect you, and maybe even more than that if you’d let him —
“Hotch?”
As if being broken out of a trance, he shook his head and sighed. “Fine, but we do it on my terms or not at all. Do you all understand?” Everyone nods, a few mumbling “yes sir” as they left the room, heading for the car.
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“Alright, you’re going to leave the bar from the rear and wait in the alley until the unsub approaches. Reid and I will be in the van across the street, Hotch and Morgan will be standing by the entrance watching for anybody who fits the profile. Remember, you’re wired so we’ll be with you the whole time, okay?” Emily had her hands on your shoulders, attempting to provide a sense of calm for you.
“Thanks, Em. I got it, let’s catch this bastard.” You said, a grin playing at your features. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Hotch staring at you and for a split second, you could’ve sworn you saw his face soften into a look of concern. However, that must’ve been your hopeful imagination playing tricks on you because when you turned to face him, he was grimacing as usual. You wondered what you’d have to do to be the one that makes him smile someday.
A stern voice interrupted your inconvenient daydreaming. “Y/n, are you even listening to me? It’s imperative that you pay attention.” Looking up you saw none other than Aaron Hotchner, his soft brown eyes burning into your own. God, did you love those eyes —
“What? Y-yes sir, I’m listening.” You stuttered, the intensity of his gaze throwing you off.
“I need you to stick to the plan exactly. Don’t do anything I don’t tell you to do, okay?” You nodded. “Good. Now please be careful out there, Y/n.” This whole situation was visibly bothering him, so you grabbed his hand as reassurance.
“I’ll be okay, Hotch, I promise. And even if I’m not, you’ll be there to save me, right?” You asked, playfully batting your lashes at him
He almost smiled, heat rising in his cheeks, “Of course I will.”
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The warm air hit your face as you left the bar, going straight into the dark alleyway. You stumbled along, playing the part of a helpless drunk girl in hopes that the unsub would bite. A shadow figure approached you from behind.
“You lookin’ for a good time, sugar?” The man breathed on your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
“No thanks, back off creep.” You turned, starting for the main street.
“Do NOT speak to me that way, you stupid slut!” He all but screamed at you, grabbing you by the arm. You gasped as you felt a sharp pain in your lower abdomen. Glancing down, you saw the knife he had been concealing now lodged in your stomach.
“Y/n!”
You saw Morgan run after the unsub as you sank to the ground, only to be caught by a pair of strong arms.
“You promised me you’d be okay.” Hotch spoke to you, his voice trembling slightly.
You smiled, revealing your blood-stained teeth, “I am okay now that you’re here.”
“Now is not the time for that, Y/n.” Your eyes began to shut — “Hey! Keep looking at me, okay? Stay awake for me.” The pain you were feeling was indescribable, all you wanted was to sleep.
“It hurts, Hotch.” You whimpered, and his eyes welled up with tears.
“I know, Y/n. I know it does, but you’re going to be alright. You have to be, I can’t lose you too.” His words made your heart flutter, he really did care about you.
“Hotch?” He hummed in response. “I think I love you,” you said, your eyes finally forcing themselves shut. He sat, rocking your body back and forth as the sirens rapidly approached.
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You woke to the sound of beeping monitors, harsh florescent lighting, and the Golden Girls playing on the mounted television.
“You’re awake,” you heard from beside you. You turned to see a very exhausted Aaron Hotchner, hand grasping for yours. “Please don’t ever scare me like that again, you’ve been in a coma for three days. I thought I lost you.” He put his head down, feeling defeated.
You sighed, “I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful next time.” Hotch noticed you tightened your grip on his hand, “You can’t get rid of me that easy, I’m too strong.”
“This,” you gestured toward your freshly stitched wound, “barely even a scratch.”
Hotch scoffed at you, a grin splitting his previously rigid expression for only a bit, before the look of seriousness returned. “Y/n..” he paused, “do you remember the last thing you said to me before you passed out?” After a few moments of thinking, your eyes widened. Had you really said that out loud? You thought that was a dream. Oh God, what if he doesn’t feel the same? What if he doesn’t feel comfortable being around you anymore?
Your crisis was cut short when he said, “I feel the same way. I’m sorry it took you almost dying for me to admit that.”
— Wait, huh?
“You what?” You asked, your stomach whirring with excitement. You sat up quickly, sending of small jolts of pain through your body.
Hotch lent over, his face hovering in front of yours. His breath fanned over your cheeks as he spoke, “Is this okay?” You nodded slowly, your heart pounding in your chest. You had waited so long for this.
His lips brushed gently against yours, careful not to hurt you. You felt yourself melt into his touch as your mouths moved in sync, slow and sweet. Parting, you both smiled. “I love you, Y/n.” He pecked your lips once more.
“I love you, too.”
Maybe you should get stabbed more often.