ミ★ 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘧!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ★彡
CONTENT WARNING : guns, death, alcohol use, blood, violence, if I missed any please let me know
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Before Aaron could even process what was happening, the BAU’s little princess was at the damn party Rossi told him specifically not to let her go to. That only led to her being in his arms scared shitless as she bled. The one he said would put his daughter in danger if she went to it. He didn’t even know how it happened.. one moment she was whining and begging to go..
“Please, mr. Hotchner!! I promise daddy said I could go!” She pouted as she looked up at him.
“Y/N. I’ve said no. That’s final. Rossi told me not to let you anywhere near the damn party so don’t even try it.” He looked down at her, stoic as ever.
Y/N goes into her room, playing some random music on her playlist - whatever it was, it was not what Aaron would consider good. But then again, he only really listened to 80s classics. He sat down on the couch, finally being able to breath and watch some tv on the 4K screen Rossi said was “a small treat for himself” even if it was something Aaron would never even think of buying, the debt he would gain for that thing - yeesh. He’s going grey just thinking about it. Then the door opens and Y/N walks out. In a - definitely - party type outfit.
“Mr. Hotchner… can I please go to the party..?” She bites her bottom lip as she looks up at him, dragging out the word please as she spoke.
Aaron tried to resist - he really did - but when she looked like that.. the makeup bringing out her eyes. Such a pretty colour - wearing a Color that compliments her hair. Got that hair - so pretty… he could just- stop.
‘She’s Rossi’s daughter,’ he thought ‘stop with those stupid fantasies, hotchner. Get your damn act together.’
He looks down at her the word know dangling on his tongue.
“Yes-“ his eyes widen as he accidentally slips up.
“Thank you! You’re so sweet, mr. Hotchner!” She squeals and kisses his cheek, before speaking once more. “Daddy has a new car.. I’m sure he won’t mind us taking it for a spin~”
She picks up a set of keys - for a Porsche - as well as his hand as she leads him to the garage. She unlocks the door and goes to open the door herself but Aaron intervenes, opening it for her instead - what a sweet gentleman. She hops in and hands him the keys to start driving. Before long the radio was on loud with whatever the hell music she was blasting this time. Still shitty in Aaron’s opinion.
They got to the party quite quickly, and then it just went down from there. Drinks, dancing, singing, karaoke. But mostly, Y/N clinging to Aaron, introducing him as her boyfriend - not her guard. But then it went down. The door bursts open. 3 men, armed, screaming.
“WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT Y/N GIRL?!” the first man screeches, Y/N the looks over. They notice her.
She falls into Aaron’s arm, letting out a small whimper. Within was her quietly mumbling his name. A cry for help. 3 hits. Her arm, leg - where the fuck was the third?!
“Y/N.. where’s the other wound..? Leg arm and..?” His voice builds with panic, worry taking over him.
“M-my..” she slowly covers her stomach with her hand, blood seeping through her fingers.
Sirens. Rossi - the team - thank goodness.
“Daddy..?” She managed to make that last noise when looking to the door. “Aaron.. please don’t let him see me die..”
Right as that last word left her throat, she passed out, head in Aaron’s lap. He yells.
“Y/N! SHES OVER HERE! Stay with me doll.. your daddy’s here.. he’s gonna help me get you all better and safe..” he choked down a sob as he spoke.
Rossi sees. He breaks down in front of the team.
Then a second time 3 days later, while lowering his daughter into a 6 foot hole.
