for @xcastawayherosx
You woke up that morning and things were just off. Your alarm sang one of your favorite songs and you just groaned and tapped the screen until you found the snooze button. Nine more minutes. You lay there eyes drifting shut, your eyelids feel so heavy. The music comes blaring back to life causing you to jolt back awake. You moan again and hit snooze, you just don’t want to get up, you’re tired, you’re so goddamn tired.
Nearly an hour later your phone rings. Startling you awake for what feels like the millionth time. The name ‘Hotch’ is on the screen, a picture of him, looking at you in exasperation. Normally the picture makes you laugh but today it just does, nothing. You watch the phone ring, not caring that it’s buzzing on your nightstand. He calls three more times before he gives up. Everyone gives up eventually. You sigh heavily looking up at the ceiling, you should get up. Should call Hotch back. Should go to the bathroom. Should eat some breakfast, or is it lunch by now?
There’s a knock on your door and you huff. You don’t want to get it, maybe whomever it is will leave. They don’t. Not for a few minutes, they keep knocking. You’re just about to get up when the knocking stops but then the door opens. You reach into your nightstand and pop open your safe pulling out the gun you keep there. You level it at the door and when it creeks open you’re stunned to see Hotch standing there breathing hard.
“Hotch?” You grumble, your hand dropping to the bed. Then you flop back as he moves into the room.
“You had me worried.” He says softly, pulling the gun from your fingers. “Please don’t do that again.” You don’t say anything, just let out a soft grumble. “What’s going on?” He asks quietly.
“Nothing.” You mutter, really there isn’t anything wrong, you’re just sad.
“Alright.” He says, he lays down next to you and curls an arm around your waist. His body is flush against yours and you glance back at him. “Wanna talk about it?”
“No.”
“Okay.” He agrees as he holds you. You feel his chest rise and fall, against your back. You almost fall asleep again resting against him. “Hey D?”
“Hmm?”
“Next time you feel like this please let me know.” You nod and he presses his lips to the back of your head. You smile, just a hint of a smile, and you know you’re going to be okay, because you know that Hotch is always going to have your back.
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