So hi, my name is amy and this is my criminal minds blog! I’ve decided to make this post to let people know what i write and what i don’t, to post my master list and my upcoming fics!
Masterlist... [coming soon!]
Upcoming Fics...[coming soon!]
Guidelines...
I mainly write female!reader, it is very rare i will write GN!Reader, but i do not write for male!reader
I do not write romantically, I write platonically for most members of the BAU
I write for; Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Alex Blake, Spencer Reid, Luke Alvez, Hotchniss (Hotch x Emily), Thomas Gibson and Matthew Gray Gubler
I don’t write smut
Please do not give vague requests! If you give me a detailed request it will most likely be better than something that had a few lines!
I am a person with my own life, so please do not keep asking when certain fics are coming out!
Summary – The final chapter in the ‘Nerve Gas’ story. Hotch’s daughter realises she may not be getting out of this one and wants her dad – Hotch does everything he can to save his daughter from a painful demise.
Warnings – Gore, character deaths, angst, sad hotch, reader becomes disabled, sight loss
Word Count – 2.2k
A/N – Wow, fucking finally. 2 years later here we are, finally finished with this series! I hope everyone enjoys this as I have really – believe it or not – enjoyed writing it! Please feel free to like, reblog, and leave feedback, as it is always appreciated!
The blood in your hand stood out painfully against the paleness of your palm, trying to keep yourself as calm as possible, you wiped it on the leg of your jeans. You knew the nerve gas was making its way around your body and probably shutting down all your vital functions, but you couldn’t give up, despite how much your body was begging you to. You held onto the wall as you made your way down the hallway to try and escape the two that were after you – the two who wanted you dead just because you were your father’s daughter. You stumbled and tripped, grunting painfully as you hit the ground, the wind being knocked out of your compromised lungs. It took a lot of strain for you to get up and back up onto your feet, you struggled before pushing yourself up, only to find your two hunters in front of you – they had found you, their prey.
Hotch continued to watch you, watched as you tried your hardest to run away from those after you, despite your weak body’s protests for you to stop and let yourself rest, to give up entirely – but you had run in harder conditions. Like when Hotch had to chase after you after you snuck away to try and meet your dealer, desperate for a hit of something stronger than what your anti-depressants provided you with, they didn’t make you numb enough anymore. Hotch remembered that night with a sad smile, it had been the night you had finally admitted your drug problem to him, and your need for help and a way out. You didn’t enjoy doing drugs, it was a necessary evil for you to not have the bad thoughts you so often had. Ben smirked as he looked at Hotch.
“Your daughter is quite something, agent Hotchner,” He chided, watching as rage completely engulfed Hotch, taking over every fibre of his being until all he seen was red, and he had to fight back the urge to swing a punch at the old man for even mentioning you. It was unfair. Why were you made to suffer for his actions, what had you done to deserve this?
“Don’t you dare, mention her. She could be dead, all because of you and what you’ve done to her. She’s a child, what did she do to you to deserve this?” Hotch was in his face. The old man smirked once again, knowing of the outcome of your fate. As Hotch went to speak once more, he heard Derek’s phone ring and turned to him.
“Hey Garcia,” He greeted the technician. Normally she would have reprimanded him for his bland greeting, but these were not normal times, her original BAU baby was missing.
“So I tracked the feed of the camera’s in the house that y/n’s in and,” Garcia stopped with a gasp, and Emily, Hotch and Derek all waited, patience wearing thin between the trio and Garcia on the other end of the phone. “The feed is 2 days old,” She finished without prompt. Hotch felt his stomach drop, if your survival chances were already slim, what about now? “The address is 19 Melville Lane, the house has remained empty since Ben Rogers bought the house in 2013,” She rambled. Hotch looked over at a smirking Ben, whose face held a smug grin, one that made Hotch sick to his stomach the more it all clicked into place. “I’ll send Spencer and Rossi with JJ to the house.” With no time for anyone to reply, Garcia hung up. Emily and Derek watched as Hotch made his way over to the frail unsub, fury written across his face.
“Where is she?” Hotch questioned the man. Ben continued to smirk at the angered hotch, which only infuriated him further – what was so funny about this situation to him, was it the chaos he had caused? Emily made her way over to the row of dusty computers, Derek following after her in curiosity.
“I’m fast forwarding the tape, we can’t waste any more time,” she told him, clicking forward in the tape. Emily gasped as she paused the tape. There you stood, covered in blood, knife in your hands and a manic look in your eyes.
You didn’t know what happened. The last thing you remembered, you were being chased and felt like you were dying and now here you were – covered in blood with two dead bodies at your feet. Suddenly you fell to your knees, a coughing fit taking over you before you could do anything. Blood came pouring out of your mouth, and you started to panic. You wanted your dad, and you wanted him now, you didn’t want to die alone – but as your body went numb and your eyesight went blurry, you knew it was looking that way. You found yourself curled into a ball, the bitter taste of iron in your mouth and your eyelids feeling heavier and heavier with each passing blink.
And for a moment, everything was peaceful.
No worries.
No thoughts.
Nothing.
Just you and peace.
Until there was nothing but pain, and nothing but agony.
You wanted to be numb again, as the burning sensation in your lungs lit up and made you feel like you couldn’t breathe. As you tried breathing in, you couldn’t – it felt like you were choking on nothing, and if you were being honest, it felt like your first overdose. Lying on a freezing cold floor as your body shut down, all alone. As your eyes rolled up, you caught a glimpse of the man you assumed to be the one who had put you in your current position, too weak to react, you simply exhaled, and went numb for the final time.
When the police finally came and very forcefully arrested Ben, Hotch made his way over to the computer screens, where he saw Emily with tears glistening in her eyes, and Derek with a look of shock on his face.
“Hotch,” Derek tried to distract him from looking at the screens which showed your fate, but he knew Hotch was angry, he didn’t want him to lash out and hurt someone, or even himself.
“Derek, move, please,” Hotch had his focus on one thing, you. He needed to know that you were okay, that you were in a safe place, as Ben had said you were. Derek couldn’t hold his position much longer but felt a wave of relief when Hotch’s phone rang, and he moved away from the screens. Reid?”
“She’s not here.” Spencer stated. Him and Rossi had gotten to the house, only to be met with 4 dead bodies, none of them yours, and the only trace of you being here your blood on the floor and the knife you held in your hands to kill your hunters.
“What?” Hotch couldn’t believe it. How could you have just vanished like that? His mind ran through all the worst-case scenarios. Had you been trafficked? Or had he just murdered you in cold blood? Emily began to run through all the things Ben had said to Hotch to try and think if there was anything in his words that could have hinted towards where he was holding you if you were even still alive.
“She’s not at this house, Hotch,” Spencer reiterated. Hotch’s heart began to pound – this couldn’t be happening. Emily left to look around, leaving Derek with an increasingly nervous Hotch. As she looked around, Emily spotted a large safe built into the wall, the door laying slightly ajar with a tube running out of it.
Oh.
Oh.
You were in a safe place.
Emily ran towards the safe, gently opening the door in case you really were inside, she didn’t want to spook you. She could have cried when she saw you, curled in on yourself with an oxygen mask on, an IV bag laying by your leg, the needle running into your arm. You where barley awake, but you were breathing.
“Hotch!” Emily called out for your father, who came running in, still on the phone to Reid and Derek following behind him. Hotch’s breath caught in his throat as he saw you, frail and curled up in on yourself, a bit more conscious than you were when Emily had first found you. Lazily, you looked up at your dad, and your eyes widen as you realised, he was real this time, and it wasn’t like your hallucinations since you had been kept in this safe. Hotch hung up on Reid, too concerned to tell him goodbye. He reached in for you and gently brought you out of the safe, careful to keep the IV in your arm and oxygen mask over your face, even though you had taken off – despite your aching chest and inability to catch your own breath.
“Dad,” You gasped out, tears in your eyes as you looked up at your dad, even though you still couldn’t really see. You could make out shapes and colours, but nothing had any depth or other details, everything was fuzzy and blurry. “I can’t see.” You cried out. Hotch pushed your hair away from your face, putting the oxygen mask back over your face as you struggled to breathe from your crying.
“It’s okay honey, I’m here,” He assured you gently, watching as you desperately tried to deblur your vision. “Don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself,” Hotch gently scolded you, you stopped squinting and let out a heavy exhale. “There you go, you’re okay baby.” He didn’t know who he was assuring the most, himself or you. It didn’t matter to him though – you were here, and you were alive in his arms.
Hotch watched as you put your new glasses on, screwing your face up at the coldness of them. In the weeks and eventual months after your incident, your vision hadn’t returned to what it was before, leaving you partially blind in both eyes.
“Do I look stupid?” You asked your dad, huffing when he moved your head towards him so he could actually see how they looked on your face. “I already hate this.” You stated bluntly, a dramatic frown on your face.
“You’ll survive, honey, and no, you don’t look stupid,” He told you, a sad smile he know you wouldn’t be able to make out on his face, sometimes he just remembers that you would be like this for the rest of your life, dependent on him. “Do you want to keep them on or take them off since you’re going to bed, where your lights are off, or supposed to be.” His sad smile turned into a more happy one as he joked about your failure to go to bed when he asked you to, you only had to wear your glasses during the day when it was light, since your eyes had a strong sensitivity to the light and made your eyesight even worse.
"Oh ha-ha, you’re so funny, dad,” You jabbed back, matching the smile on his face.
“Alright, upstairs,” He gently shoved you towards the stairs and stood behind you as you attempted to make your way up, which you were able to on your own. Hotch gave you a few minutes before badgering you to get into bed. He had had to renovate your room to make it more friendly towards your disability. Your bed no longer had a head or a footboard and was pressed against the wall, so you could easily just fall onto it when you were getting in. Hotch, however, did have a slight panic attack when you had tried to light your candle and nearly set the house on fire. “Are you ready, honey?” He asked you, knocking on the door.
“Yeah,” You replied tiredly, looking over at the door as you heard it creak open. Hotch came over to your bed and sat down on the edge beside you. “I’m sorry you always need to look after me.” You apologised. Hotch frowned.
"Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault, honey,” He assured you. “And I’m your dad, its my job to look after you, especially now that you really need me.” He continued, watching as you had slowly started drifting off to sleep, completely unaware of what he would do for you, and what he would do to keep you safe, to keep you out of the pain and trouble that life had already burdened you and your younger brother with. It was taking Jack a little bit longer to adjust to the new changes to the household, that he wouldn’t be the centre of Hotch’s attention anymore, that you now needed it that bit more than he did. Hotch waited until you were fully asleep before tucking you in and kissing you on the head.
“Okay, look... believe what you want, but no one's forcing me to be here”
“Look, I'm pretty sure you have to do what we say”
“It's exhausting to look at you.”
“My eyes are up here”
“Look, my dad's a doctor and not a tooth doctor, a real one”
“Look, I don't mean to be a bitch...well actually I do”
“I know what cheating looks like, I do it all the time.”
I've been dry heaving all weekend. When my mom/dad asked what the sound was, I said I was practicing bird calls.”
“See here's what's gonna go down. Two choices: you stay here and I crack one of your nuts,right or left, that's your choice, or you walk away and live to be a douchebag another day.”
“That is the lamest thing I didn't understand a word of”
“I'm trying to apologize to Lumps The Clown.”
“Let me break it down for you, from one bitch to another.”
“Because you're a crazy evil bitch!”
“Booyah. And that will exist forever.”
“Topless is as nude as anyone is ever gonna want to see you.”
“Well I don’t give a hot wet monkey’s ass what you care for”
“I would love for things to get physical. I will hit you so hard that you won't be able to wake up until you're old enough to be Funny Lady.”
“I am like a bad Carrie Underwood song once I get going.”
“Shut it, Avatar!”
“I’d throw this mocha in your face, but it’s not nearly scalding enough”
summary - hotch realises his daughters life is at risk at his fault.
warnings - reader is mentally ill (BPD), death, graphic mentions of violence, mentions of past character deaths, angst, self harm, drug abuse
word count - 2k
a/n - remember this thing i started but never finished lol
read part 1 here
Hotch remembered the day you'd stopped calling him 'daddy' like it was yesterday. You were 10, and he'd just dropped your little brother off at Jessica's, since he was sick and Hotch was working that day. You'd found it unfair that Jack didn't have to go to school, but you did.
"You ready for school?" He asked you. You smiled and nodded at your dad, grabbing your backpack from the backseat and pulling it onto your lap. Hotch had grabbed it before he left the front door, since you were busy arguing about why it wasn't fair that Jack got the day off while you didn't.
"Yeah dad," You said, not thinking anything of the phrase. Hotch furrowed his eyebrows at the words you'd said, unsure if he heard you correctly.
He felt like he was short circuiting, you didn't call him dad, you still called him daddy. Hotch wasn't opposed to the idea of you still calling him by the title he'd earned since you could say the word, he remembered the nights of you crying out for him when you were sick and wanted to sleep with him and Haley, the nights were Haley couldn't get you to go to sleep because you'd want to wait up for him coming home from work, despite it being hours past your bedtime.And all those memories came from the call of one name.
"Dad? Since when do you call me dad?" Hotch finally said, after what felt like hours of silence. You looked at your dad as you shrugged, your bottom lip sticking out as you shook your head.
"I guess daddy's for babies," You said. Hotch nodded as he watched you get out of the car, a slight pain in his heart at the thought of his oldest child, barely ten-years-old thinking that the title he'd coined from you all those years ago was for babies. It felt as though that now he'd have to store those memories of you crying out for him, and running to greet him coming home from work.
"Bye dad!" You yelled.
"Have a good day, Y/N," Hotch said, smiling at you as you ran to your friends. He let out a sigh as he shook his head. "Gonna need her to stop growing up for a little bit." He mumbled to himself, almost sadly as he felt as though you were growing up almost too quickly.
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You let out a painful cough as you fell to your knees, pain panging in your chest as you had no choice but to breath in the deadly poison in your lungs. The two women in front of you, Lisa and Maria as you'd learned their names, stopped and turned back to help you up, much to the dismay of the other man in your group. He wasn't the biggest fan of you, but who could blame him? He'd just woken up in some old house with 4 people he didn't know, and he'd just witnessed ones gruesome death.
"I-I'm fine," You stuttered, heaving out as you stood on shaky legs. Lisa and Maria nodded as they let you go and stand up onto your feet, stumbling forwards. Your chest aching with excruciating pain every time you took a breath , Lisa looked at you with extreme concern. You shook your head firmly, letting out a sigh. "I'm fine, really." You said confidently, the two other girls nodding wearily, the man just wishing you'd hurry up and bite the dust.
"Wait, what's this?" Maria kicked part of the rug in the hallway away, revealing what appeared to be a hatch in the floor. You were leaning against the wall, your breathing shaky as you tried to focus on whatever was going on around you. You still had no idea where you were, and how you'd even got here. The last thing you remembered was leaving the BAU to head home, and then as you went to walk down the shortcut that took you home, you were stuck in the neck with something and you hit the floor.
And that was when you woke up in house with four strangers, one of which was dead, another wished you to be, and the other two yet to make their minds up.
Lisa and Maria had started bickering about what the door was for and where it led to, while you were busy trying to remain conscious enough to be able to even begin to hope that your dad was going to find you. You, Lisa and Maria all screamed, watching as Lisa's legs fell through the door, a wire wrapping around them painfully tight.
"Grab the tape, down there!" Maria yelled, trying her hardest to stop Lisa screaming. It wasn't working, so you were the one to make the careful move to grab the tape player, your shaky hands almost dropping it a few times. You pressed play.
"Hello, Y/N, welcome to your game. Playing the way I expected you all to, Simon should be dead, and left should be yourself, Lisa, Marie and James. To you, these people are nothing but strangers, but to your father, well, I'd hope your father would know them, he put them in prison during his time as the DA," You looked up, seeing each pair of eyes on you. "This is now your game of survival, Y/N Hotchner, win it, and you will live. Well, if you survive the gas that is currently destroying your body." The tape ended.
"You're dead fuckin' meat, girlie."
—
"Has Garcia managed to track where the house is yet?"
Hotch's voice cut through the thick tension in the office, his eyes still trained on the computer screen in front of him. Something about this all felt off, that there was something we wasn't seeing but knew it was there.
"She's still trying," Derek told him. Although masking it, he could tell Hotch was angry - furious. He had only ever seen him in such a state of anger once before - the day George Foyet had killed his ex wife, Haley. He turned to Ben Rogers, the man thought to be responsible for your disappearance. "Where are they?" He just grinned at Derek. Hotch started to panic as he saw you being backed into a corner by the others you were trapped with, fear evident in your eyes. You were by no means a sheltered child, but you were still that - a child. He was waiting for this to really set in for you, for you to finally react to your situation.
your recent BPD diagnosis could make or break your survival chances. You'd either burst into tears and beg and plead for your life, or you'd get angry and violent. Hotch had known something was wrong with you, it started with self harm, putting cigarettes out on your arms just to check if you could still feel, then came the suicide threats. You had never attempted to end your life, they were empty threats you made when all of your emotions became too intense for you to handle. Then it was the drugs stint. You found yourself dependent on your antidepressants, taking more than the suggested dosage just to numb the everyday pain you had became accustomed to. It was all clicking into place for hotch; mood swings. paranoia. drug abuse. self harm. the raw, intense anger you sometimes felt and directed towards him. Your therapist had attributed the diagnosis as a result of your moms murder and your lack of proper , healthy, coping mechanisms. hotch knew you blamed him for your moms death, you never admitted it but he could tell, and he didn't blame you for feeling that way. He woke up every day wishing she was still here, that she could come and calm you down during your manic episodes because she was just that great of a mom to you - he often thought if you'd be this way if she was still here, wondered if you'd be happy.
Hotch realised he had zoned out, lost in thought over you. He listened to the audio relay.
"... I'd hope your father would know them, he put them in prison during his time as the DA. This is now your game of survival, Y/N Hotchner, win it, and you will live. Well, if you survive the gas that is currently destroying your body."
Hotch looked up at the computer screen and watched as everyone turned to look at you and away from the women with her legs trapped. He watched as you backed yourself into a corner, fear evident on your features as tears made your eyes glassy. He hoped that they would see that this wasn't your doing, that he was the one that put them into prison and not you, that you were still a child. But as the male of the group delivered a strong punch to your head, he could tell they didn't share the same sentiment that he did.
--
You regretted arguing with your dad now. You regretted running away from your problems as you often did, instead of confronting them as you knew you should have - but you didn't. You let your emotions get the better of you and you exploded and ran away. And here you were now, on the ground, dizzy and concussed after being knocked to ground with a solid punch to head from a man bigger and taller than your dad. You heard the continuous screaming of the women in the background with the wire around her legs, getting tighter and tighter.
And suddenly it stopped.
You pushed yourself up and limped over to the women, finding her legless and sitting in shock. The other woman and the man who had punched you lifted her away, she started babbling about her son, who she had to get back home to. Guilt flooded you in a huge wave, and you broke down into tears. All eyes turned to you.
"What the fuck are you crying for? Huh?" He stomped towards you, shoving you into the wall and making you hit your head off of it.
"I-I'm sorry," You stuttered out, slightly slurring your words as the concussion started to kick in from both the punch to the head and now this. You started coughing as you slumped to the floor, feeling tired and heavy. He let you go and went back over to the women, only one who was now living, the other having bled out. Right now, you would have welcomed death with open arms, to just fall asleep and not wake up. But you couldn't leave your dad. You didn't want him to have to deal with your death as he had your mom's, it wouldn't be fair. It wouldn't be fair to him to have to explain to Jack that you wouldn't be coming home, that it was different from all of the times you had run away, you wouldn't be back this time. The thought of your little brother made you tear up, you wanted to protect him and keep him safe from more pain and trauma than the world had already suffered at such a young age. He didn't deserve it, you didn't think that anyone did. You coughed again as you felt something get stuck in your throat, and you saw it to be blood.
could u write jemily x daughter!reader for angst prompt 27 : ““What if i were to tell you that i went numb a while ago” would be eternally grateful, love ur writing
A/N: lmao this was legit only supposed to be a one shot but welcome to the SAW series!
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"Y/N, I know that you're mad at me, but just...answer your phone? I won't be mad at you, I just wanna know that you're alright,"
Hotch sighed as he threw his phone down on the desk in front of him. You'd stormed out after an argument about your midterm grades that the school had sent your dad, he wasn't too happy with your grades, to which you blamed it on stress from both him and school before you left. And now?
It seemed like you were off the grid completely.
"Still nothing?" Prentiss asked, standing at the doorway of Hotch's office. He looked up at her and saw the look on her face, she looked sorry.
"Zip," He said, looking back at his phone as if he could manifest you picking up your phone and calling him back. "Judging but that look on your face I have a feeling that there's something you wanna tell me?" Emily nodded.
"Yeah, Garcia located Ben Rogers, he's at the old Wilson Steel factory," She told him. Hotch nodded as he he stood up, taking his phone with him just in case you did call.
"And she's positive she's got him this time?" Hotch asked Emily.
"Positive"
—
You let out a groan as you woke up, a sickly yellow light barely illuminated the room you were in. As you looked around, you saw 4 other people in the room with you, none of them you knew.
It felt as though you couldn’t remember what you knew.
You pushed yourself up the wall and onto your feet, trying to stay as quiet as possible to not alert the intimidating looking people around you.
"What's this, house arrest?" One of the women asked, another one was pacing around in the corner opposite your own.
"No, this is far worse than any jail you could even think of," Someone said. Looking up, you saw a man standing at the door, trying to open it. "Shit, it's locked." He said, making another futile attempt to rattle the door open, the noise making you screw your face up
"Look, people must be watching us," The other woman said, pointing up at the camera in the corner, the red glow of its lens catching your attention. "Hey! Let us out!" She yelled. You looked over at her and shook your head, hiding your face in your hands as you tried to take in what was actually going on, since you weren’t quite sure that it had hit you yet.
"Do you really think that they're gonna help us? The person on the other side of the camera's probably the person that got us here on the first place," You said, stepping back as everyone in the room looked at you weirdly.
"Oh yeah? How'd you know that?" The last man asked. You looked around at everyone else, they looked at you with suspicion in their eyes, like you were part of some masterplan.
Oh yeah, because you, a small 15 year old of average intelligence could be able to think of something as elaborate as this. And anyway, why would you put yourself through this?
"I don't know, it was just an idea," You mumbled, a scowl on your face as you looked around. In the wooden crate beside you, you caught a glimpse of a tape player inside of it, you reached in to grab it, glimpsing at the key hanging on to the bottom of the ancient device. "And whoever put us in here needs a reality check into the 21st century." You said, pulling it out and pressing the play button. The small tape inside begun to spin, a voice coming from it as it played.
"Hello and welcome. I am confident that you are all wondering where you are. I can tell you that, while your location is not of great importance, what these walls offer for you is important: salvation... if you earn it. Three hours from now, the door to this house will open. Unfortunately, you only have two hours to live. Right now, you are breathing in a deadly nerve agent. You've been breathing it since you arrived here.
You looked up at the ceiling grate above you and stepped away from it to try and avoid the glass that would inevitably be entering your lungs anyway.
"The only way to overcome it and walk out that door is to find an antidote. Several are hidden around this house. One is inside the safe in front of you. You all possess the combination to the safe. Think hard. The numbers are in the back of your mind. Once you realize what you all have in common, you will be in a better understanding of why you're here. X marks the spot for that crucial clue. Let the game begin."
One of the men aggressively stepped towards you, you took a step back, only to come into contact with the wall behind you. You yelped as he pushed you against the wall roughly, your head bouncing as it smacked against the concrete behind you.
"How'd you know how to find that?" He growled, his hands having a bruising grip on your shoulders, making you wince as you tried to get away from him.
"It was in the box," You told him, shaking as he gripped you harder. “H-Here, take-take it.” You stuttered, flinching back when he grabbed the tape recorder and the key attached to the bottom of it.
“What are you doing?” One of the girls asked, watching as he lunged towards the door and shoved the key in, desperate to escape from the room you were all entrapped in. As he twisted it, it must have been connected to a mechanism, because a shot from a gun behind the door went off. You screamed as his body turned around, a bloody hole in his head where his eye used to be. You used to think that you would know what to do in this situation, especially with your dads line of work. You thought you’d be able to be brave and take charge, be a superhero and save the day just like your dad. But you were wrong, so, so wrong.
But hey, you knew what you wanted now.
You wanted your dad.
-
“Do not even think about moving, Rogers,” Derek called out to the figure sitting on the chair. Ben Rogers smirked as he looked up at the FBI agents, a sick, twisted, malicious grin, aimed at one SSA Hotchner. “Cuff him, take him back to Quantico.” Derek said.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to stay here, Agent Morgan,” Ben said. Derek, Hotch and Emily were in charge of the case, and they were the only ones at the building. “And besides, I’m sure you’ll be much busier with the other problem that should be much more concerning than little old me.” He said, nodding over to the sheet covering a row of computer monitors in the security office. The three kept a watchful eye on Rogers, despite knowing that he wouldn’t be able to get anywhere. He was stuck on an IV drip and looked half alive. As they entered the room, Emily pulled the sheet away from the monitors, Derek flipping the switch on and watching as they whirred to life.
“Hotch,” Emily said, getting his attention. Hotch furrowed his eyebrows as he loooked at the monitor in front of him, hearing your voice coming from the speaker made his stomach dropped.
“Y/N,” Hotch breathed out. “Call Garcia.” He ordered, marching back into the room to see Ben sitting with that same twisted grin on his face.
“Hotch, be careful,” Derek warned him. Hotch briefly turned back to nod at him, but he felt too overcome with anger, this was the very man who’d kidnapped his daughter.
“What the hell was that?” Hotch asked, placing his hands on the table and staring down the man in front of him.
“That was your daughter, Y/N, you know her, don’t you?” Ben asked, tilting his head at Hotch. Hotch let out a scoff as he shook his head.
“Of course I know who she is, now tell me where the hell she is!” Hotch yelled angrily. Derek called Garcia while Emily stood outside, watching through the window.
“She’s in a safe place, Mr. Hotchner, no need to worry,” Ben said, shaking his head and smiling. “Well, I made a bit of a mistake there. You do have to worry. You see, Y/N has about 2 hours before the deadly gas she’s breathing in in that house begins to close off her airways and cause a very, very painful death. And there will be blood.”
There’s some fluff, some smut, some angst, and some funny prompts all mashed up from a bunch of prompt lists I’ve found. Absolutely none of these prompts came from me, I just threw a bunch of ones I liked together.
“Come over here and make me.”
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
“I almost lost you.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Don’t you ever do that again!”
“Kiss me.”
“It could be worse.”
“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”
“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
“Just once.”
“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
“Wanna dance?”
“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
“You did all of this for me?”
“I swear it was an accident.”
“YOU DID WHAT?!”
“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”
“I fucking hate you”
“He’s dead, again.”
“It’s hard to get used to…” “what is?” “Being someone that someone cares for…”
“The first time you smiled it felt like the universe aligned.”
“It hurts…” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…”
“Let me do this, please.”
you’re not as funny as you think you are
i’m just getting comfy
just because you can doesn’t mean you should
how don’t you know the difference between your left and right?
thank you for being in my life
text me when you’re home
you are such a nerd
why are you so cold?
stop laughing at me
you were put on this earth to give me a headache
you’re ticklish
can we go home yet?
you are a terrible influence
one of us is clearly smarter than the other
you need some sleep
how have you survived this long by yourself?
are you just quoting song lyrics?
i’m only here for the dog
sleep is for the weak
that was you?
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“What? I have never-”
“I do not have an answer for you.”
“In my defense, I really wanted to.”
“At least I didn’t break any laws.”
“What did you do this time?”
“How do we get out?”
“I don’t hate you.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Just marry me already.”
“Did I stutter?”
“Did I just say that out loud?”
“H-How long have you been standing there?”
“I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.”
“Is that what you call an apology?”
“Is there anything you want to tell me?”
“Somebody’s in love!”
“Can I hold your hand?”
“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.”
“I’m never leaving…I promise.”
“Uh, am I interrupting?”
“I like you, like like you like you.”
“Be my Valentine?”
“Can I kiss you?”
“God, I love you.”
“You’re so fucking cute.”
“Stop being a fucking prick.”
“Do you want me to stay?”
“You’re my everything.”
“I love seeing you smile.”
“i’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“ i can’t get enough of you.”
“i like being close to you. you’re warm.”
“i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.”
“is this okay?”
“this is a one time thing.”
“you know where to find me.”
“you’re really good at that.”
“here’s my hotel room number.”
“don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”
“Wanna join?”
“Stop doing that”
“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”
“If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”
“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”
“ i think i might be in some kind of love with you.”
“say you want me, and i’m yours.”
“you need a place to stay for the night”
“i want to taste you”
“i love it when you talk dirty
“if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”
“if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”
“i don’t know what to do” “then let me teach you”
“i forgot my towel”
“this feels dirty” “that’s because it is”
“don’t cover you’re face, i want to see you”
“are you sure about this?”
“ive never wanted to fuck someone as badly as i want to fuck you rn”
“do you want help with that?”
“im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name”
“bend over the desk love”
“is that my shirt?”
“my mother adores you.”
“is that a drawing of me?”
“i didn’t mean to say that but yeah, i love you.”
“i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”
“stop looking at me like that!”
“i didn’t know you could sing.”
“you weren’t supposed to hear that!”
“you wrote me a song?”
“i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”
“this isn’t adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you.”
“do you think of me when you touch yourself?”
“Take my jacket, it’s cold”
“My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes”
“I’m not going anywhere”
“fuck you.” - “when?”
“no one’s ever made me feel like this.”
“here, let me help you.”
“we’re quite literally fugitives of the state.” - “so no pizza?”
“you’re insane.” - “people keep telling me that.”
“you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.”
“i told you i’d come home to you.”
“i’ll keep you safe.”
“i’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you.”
“i didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”
“please never stop smiling.”
“Touch yourself for me.”
“Shut up and take your pants off.”
“Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”
“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”
“How are you this perfect?”
“I’ve waited so long for this.”
“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Could he make you feel as good as i do?”
“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”
“Just let me finish this/this level and I swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.”
“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”
“Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..” “Want some help?”
“Tell me again.”
“I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.”
