(I’m thinking of doing a Criminal Minds x NCIS x Bones crossover🤷♀️)
As you exited your car, your phone started ringing. Looking at who was calling, you denied the call. They called again, and you denied the call again. Finally on the third try, you answered, “What!?”
“Did I leave my sweatpants over at your place?”
“I don’t know, Tony. I’m walking into work, I can’t exactly check.”
“Someone’s a ray of sunshine this morning.”
“Someone’s full of jokes this morning.” You responded in the same mocking tone as he did.
Hanging up, you knew in the back of your mind he wasn’t wrong. You had woke up late, which caused you to not be able to stop and get coffee on the way to work. Once, you arrived at your desk, there was a cup of coffee waiting for you. Picking it up, it hadn’t been too long since the kind person left it for you. Sitting, down in your chair, you saw the note.
‘Dinner at my place? I’ll drive? -H’
Looking, up y/e/c was met with his brown ones. It was a fairly, new relationship, you’ve only been on a few dates with Hotch but nothing major. He was standing over the bullpen, nonchalantly but when your eyes immediately met his, you knew he was looking for the answer to his question.
Giving him a discreet nod and smile, he found his answer. He found himself beginning to smile in return, before Rossi interrupted his train of thought.
It had been a slow past couple of weeks. This meant you were able to have the weekends off, during the slow time. By the time the end of the day came around, most of the BAU team had gone home.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself.” You greeted him with a soft smile.
“Are you ready to go?”
You hummed in response.
As you walked side by side, out of the bullpen, you felt a giant soft hand, reach for yours intertwining your fingers together. His action caught you off guard, causing the butterflies in your stomach to erupt.
“Is Jack joining us for dinner?”
“Nope. He’s staying at a friends house.”
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Once dinner was finished, you washed the dishes and he dried them and put them away. The evening was coming to a close, an evening you didn’t want to end. As you were getting ready to leave, Hotch stopped you.
“Stay the night?”
Turning around, you were face to face with a man towering you, “Are you sure?” Voice barely above a whisper.
Taking steps forward, he pushed you against his front door. One hand roaming your body before resting on your hip, while the other made its way to your jaw, before tiling your head upwards. Placing a feather light kiss on your lips.
His hips collided with yours pinning yours to the door, causing you to gasp. Taking advantage of your open mouth, he slid his tongue in, wrestling with yours. The hand on your hip, traveled down to your butt giving it a light squeeze.
Both hands traveled down to the back of your thighs, picking you up gracefully. Your hands that were knotted in his hair, were now gripping his shoulders keeping your balance.
His mouth moved to the side of you neck placing open mouthed kisses, sucking and biting, leaving his mark behind, as he made his way up the stairs and to his room.
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“Hotch!” You shrilled at him as you both entered, the elevator.
Chuckling he questioned, “What, baby?”
“Look at my neck!” Pointing your finger at the area in question.
Stepping forward, he wrapped his areas around your waist, placing kisses on the opposite side of your neck.
“It looks to me,” he said as he reached your sweet spot leaving another hickey in his wake, “like you have a possessive boyfriend.”
At this point, you were in bliss, not paying much attention to the words coming out of his mouth, rather the pleasure he was giving you instead.
Composing yourself, you exited the elevator, only to see straus standing with a group of people, in the middle of the BAU bullpen.
“Miss Y/L/N, Agent Hotchner.”
“Straus.”
The both of you joining the rest of the BAU team.
“Today, we are joined by the NCIS, team-“
Tony cut her off, before she could say anymore, “Hi Y/N!”
Once the words left his lips, tears began to dancing down your cheeks. A sob left your lips, as your hand came up clamping over your mouth attempting to keep it quiet. He wrapped his arms around you, gently pulling you in for a hug.
“Let’s go to bed.” He said closing the door behind him.
Climbing into bed, you laid on your side looking into his eyes, bringing your hand to his face, running along his features.
“Y/N....Will you be my girlfriend?” He questioned hesitantly.
Your eye lids had grown heavy, closing your eyes you nodded in agreement.
Over the next few days, you weren’t allowed to leave your hotel room.
“Morning sunshine.” Morgan said walking into your room. “Boy wonder is worried about you.” He handed you a cup of coffee.
You rolled your eyes in response.
“Do you guys really think it’s my doctor?”
Morgan let out a frustrated sigh, “Unfortunately.”
Fear coursed through your body. Your doctor had become one of the few people you were comfortable with.
“Don’t worry kid.” Morgan reassured, “You know we’ll find her.”
It didn’t take much longer before the team had found your doctor. She confessed to being the UnSubs informant.
A few years had gone by since then.
“Honey!” Spencer yelled walking through the front door. “I’m home!”
Your daughter Priscilla bounded down the stairs, jumping into Spencers arms.
“Daddy!” She happily yelled.
Giggling you leaned against the door frame of the living room observing the scene before you.
“Hi baby girl.” He greeted happily. “What did you do today?”
“Mommy and I made muffins!”
Putting her back on her feet, she raced past you and into the kitchen.
“How’s my other baby girl?” He questioned stopping in front of you. His hand grabbed your jaw leading you into a heated kiss. Opening your mouth you immediately allowed his tongue entrance. Running his tongue along yours, he quickly pulled away as little footsteps running towards you sounded through the house.
It was a quiet Friday night. Usually you and Spencer staid in with Priscilla.
“Uh honey.” He said suddenly. “I...I left something at the office. Can we go get it?”
“Honey.”
“Please.” He pleaded looking at you with the soft expression you could never deny.
“Alright.” You said in a huff.
The drive to the BAU was filled with laughter and bad singing on your end.
“ ‘Cilla? Do you wanna see daddy’s work?”
Walking behind them, Spencer was carrying Priscilla into the BAU Bullpen.
Your gasp filled the room. There was fairy lights along the metal beams on the stairs, up onto the balcony. Pink rose petals littered the floor, as a string quartet played Canon D.
“Spence?” You questioned, turning to look at Spencer. He was joined by the rest of the BAU team.
Priscilla was standing beside you, holding your hand when she gently tugged your hand.
Spencer was on one knee in front of Priscilla holding a ring box open.
“Priscilla, would you do me the honor of allowing me to be your daddy forever?”
“Yes!” She squealed hugging him happily, in which he returned.
Pulling a second box out from his pocket, he knelled down in front of you. “Y/N, will you allow me the honor of loving you and Priscilla for the rest of our lives?”
“Yes!” You squealed as he put the ring on your finger.
“Mommy and Daddy are getting married!” Priscilla yelled happily.
My dad really wants to be a meme, so he decided to make this picture. I’m not sure what it means but please make his dream come true. (Photo Circa 1987, his first born son.)
