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[bucky-smiles]

Regrets and Sorrows

This is my entry for @literallyprentissstwin‘s 600 writing challenge!! congrats aileen!! ily!!! 

The character she assigned to me was Spencer and the prompt was “I don't know how to look you in the eye after the things I've done.”

so,,, be prepared for angst 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader, Spencer Reid x Maeve Donovan 

Warnings: Cheating, breakups

Word Count: 1023

Spencer Reid knew that this was not what he had wanted to happen. 

He was in love with Y/N and she was in love with him. They’d been together for 8 months and they were genuinely happy with each other in their lives. Y/N had just given him a key to her apartment and they’d already planned out so much of their life together. They were going to get married, have their honeymoon in Bali, and have three lovely little kiddies. The first two would be boys named Joseph and Jason, the third and youngest being a little girl named Laila. They knew everything and they both thought it’d totally work out. 

Except Y/N finally encouraged Spencer to get help for those headaches he’d been getting. 

And for a couple of months, now, Spencer has been speaking with Doctor Maeve Donovan about things that don’t even have to do with his brain scans anymore. 

He knew this was wrong, the way that he’d smile when he’d think of Maeve and the way he was keeping secrets. 

He knew he had to tell her and he knew that it probably wouldn’t end well as he’d basically done the unforgivable, even if not physically. Cheating was cheating was cheating. 

Spencer, however, wasn’t the only one keeping secrets as Y/N had recently found out that she was pregnant. 

She was nothing but excited yet terrified at the same time. Was it too soon for them? They wanted to wait after their marriage for children yet there was a little baby in her, a baby that was going to be their world soon. 

At least she hoped that’s how it was. 

Spencer needed to tell her what he’d been hiding, the weight on his shoulders got nothing but heavier every time he’d leave work early before going to Y/N’s place just to fit in a call with Maeve and leave Y/N’s early in the morning using work as an excuse when all he wanted to do was call Maeve again. 

Poor Y/N, so trusting that she believed every word, always kissing him goodbye and wishing him nothing but luck. 

Both Spencer and Y/N had secrets from one another and both were terrified to tell the each other. All they needed was the push. 

Y/N was the one who got pushed first. She wanted to see the doctor about the little baby in her yet she didn’t want to do it without the baby’s father. Best get it done now rather than later. That’s why she asked Spencer to come over for dinner. Her plan was to tell him, no surprises, no fluff... Just say it and if it works, they’ll eat dinner. If it doesn’t, he’ll leave and she’ll raise the baby on her own. 

Simple. 

Oh dear lord how she wished it actually was simple. 

Knowing his distaste in texting, Y/N called the man, knowing it’d go to voicemail because he was at work. When the dial pinged, she spoke gently, “Hey darling, it’s me.. Anyways we really need to talk, I have something of importance that shouldn’t be said over the phone. Come for dinner tonight.. Bye, I love you..” 

When Spencer heard the voicemail, he sighed quietly. If there was something important to her, he had to tell her what he’d been doing. It was only fair if the news was so important. 

The anxiety was obvious within Spencer when he knocked on the door, not feeling it fit to use his key with the news he bore. He smiled softly when Y/N opened the door for him, hugging her gently and pressing a soft kiss to her head as he made his way inside the apartment. 

Y/N followed behind him, sitting on the couch and patting the spot beside her with a soft smile on her lips. Had she not been so anxious as well, she’d probably have noticed his tension. 

Spencer sat down next to his girlfriend, clearing his throat lightly. He wanted to get this done so he spoke before Y/N could even open her mouth, “Before you speak, I have something I want to- no need to tell you.” 

Y/N’s brows furrowed ever so slightly in confusion as she looked to him, resting a hand on his shoulder, “What is it?”

Spencer didn’t know what to say.. He couldn’t even meet her eyes, his glued to his hands folded in his lap, “I don't know how to look you in the eye after the things I've done.”   

Y/N, immediately filled with worry, scooted closer to him, her arm moving around his waist, “Hey, what did you do? We can fix it..” 

He knew that all outcomes would probably not be good so he figured he’d start at the beginning, which he did. He seemed to talk for hours as he spoke of the geneticist and how one thing led to another. He couldn’t look at Y/N as he spoke, but he could feel her reaction. 

It started off by her removing her arm from around his waist. From there, it went to her scooting away from him to the other end of the couch. By the end of him speaking she was standing on the other side of the room, biting back the tears and rolling her eyes when he said nothing physical every happened. 

Spencer stayed in his seat as Y/N’s bottom lip quivered. She didn’t know how to react. She couldn’t tell him what she wanted to say now, he’d broken her heart. 

That’s why she walked to the door, slipping on her shoes. The last thing she said to him was simple, “I want all of your stuff out of my home by the time I get back. Take the pictures too, maybe your geneticist would like to use them to decorate the home the two of you have together.” 

There was a slam of the door as Y/N exited...

And then nothing but silence in which Spencer Reid sat and wept, his sobs filled with regret and sorrow. 

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[abcreid]

Alive or Not

Derek Morgan x Reader!

Hi all this is my first time writing about Derek Morgan. And this is a 600 followers angst writting challenge for @literallyprentissstwin with a prompt “Hang on. You’re gonna be ok. Keep breathing.“ i love angst but idk how to make angst.

I have to remind you all that English is not my main language, so there’s gonna be mistakes, wrong choice of words, lack of vocabs, etc etc etc. and I’m really sorry for that. I really try my best and i hope you all enjoy it!

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“Hotch, let us go to the location.” You begged him hard. You glanced at Derek for seconds and look back to the road.

“No, i won’t jeopardize you two. He’s a very dangerous.”

You sighed. “I’m with Derek, okay? We are the closest to the place, like only 5 minutes. Okay? I promise we will be alright. Okay Hotch?!”

“Sure, we’ll be there in 20. Be safe.” He finally agreed and you cheer up. You and Derek are on your way to police station when Hotch called you that they found the unsub’s location.

“C’mon baby boy, lets go!” You slap his right arm. He just laugh and drive faster.

5 minutes later you two arrived in the location Hotch gave you.

We both stares in shock. “God damn, it’s a big house.” Derek talks. You just nodded slow. It’s gonna be a hell of a long night.

“Yes it is. You take left, i take right.” You take out your gun and pointing it straight.

He lower his gun. “Shouldn’t we not separate? You heard Hotch. This unsub is dangerous.”

You put your gun and hug him hard.” It will take a very long time to get him, baby. We should separate. I will be okay. Now go.”

You walk to the right side of the house. This house is massive big. You could lost if you didn’t hold the blueprint and you don’t have it now and you are definitely lost. The cold air pierces your skin. You not wearing a long sleeve but only a t-shirt. Your heart beat fast and you can’t control your breath.

This unsub killed 3 feds and 2 civilians. Mutilation their hands and burn it beside their dead body. He won’t hesitate kill anyone who walk into his was.

Your left hand holding flashlight tight and your right hand holding your gun. But your hands are shaking because of this cold situation. You really don’t know what’s in this house, and you don’t know where is the unsub. You feel little dizzy because you havent eat any food and you only drank tea.

“throw your weapon to the far end of the room or i will blow your head now without hesitation, agent.” You can feel a cold tip of the weapon he put in your scalp. You have no choice but throw your gun, but not your flashlight. You turn slowly until you face him.

“So happy to see you, agent YLN. I know you. You are the one who wants to catch me right? I saw your car outside.” He holds the gun stand still pointing at your head. You are trying to manage your breath but you can’t. Your body is shaking and Derek is not here without you. You really wants to scream his name but he will shoot you immediately. “You saw what i did to feds, huh? I killed them, I cut their hands, i burned it. It could happen to you, YLN. But i won’t. I don’t want to see you die fast. I want to see you suffer first.”

When he lower his gun to take his sword, you punch his face hard with your flashlight and you run. But it’s too late, before you could run, he stab your stomach with the sword.

“Arrghh...,” you yelled as loud as you can because the sword penetrating into your back.

That unsub just runaway left you on the ground crying in pain.

“Derek. Derek.” You yelled his name so he could come to you.

“YN! Oh My God!” Derek showed of from nowhere and knee beside you. “Oh God baby what did he do to you? Omg.” He reach his phone and calling someone. “Hotch where are you? YN is injures and she needs medication. Faster Hotch. She losses so much blood.”

He yelled at Hotch and hung up the call.

“YN... YN look at me, look at me baby. You can make it, medic will be here in minutes.” He panics more than he ever did. He never had this experience before.

“Derek, please stay with me. It hurts...,” you keep touching your wound and you tried to pull the sword but you can’t. “Can you do me a favor? Please tell Penelope that I’m-“

“What are you talking about? You can tell her by yourself. Please YN don’t be like you are going to leave me baby.”

“Just listen baby. Tell her I’m sorry for... stealing her man from her... haha...” you laugh weakly but he’s not respond it. “Tell Rossi I’m sorry for broke his frame. Tell Hotch I’m sorry for being stubborn agent, i never listen to him. Tell Spencer JJ and Emily i love them...” Your eyes are turn to close but Derek wakes you again.

“YN... YN... don’t close your eyes... just hang on. You’re gonna be ok. Keep breathing and look at me. Just focus on me sweetheart... hey baby eyes on me.” You look at his eyes but you feel you want to close your eyes so bad. “Tell me... tell me something i don’t know....”

You smirk. “I’m not Spencer... uh Derek... whether I’m gonna make it or not... i have to tell you this... I’m pregnant....”

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[maealbert]

Broken // Emily Prentiss

AU Characters: Emily Prentiss x Reader A/N: Excited to be apart of @literallyprentissstwin‘s writing challenge!

I got Emily Prentiss for the prompt: “You just broke the last bit of trust I had in you.”

“Do you trust me?” You say reaching your hand out to Emily.

“I-I..I don’t think this is legal.” Emily stammers as she looks up at the building around her.

“Come on, it’ll be fun.” You say as you give her a reassuring smile. “I know who owns this building. He won’t be mad.” You break the lock on the back entrance and pull the door open.

For months Emily has been secretly seeing you. The two of you first met back when she was in Interpol. Little did she know who you really were. Sneaking down the hallway, you begin to hear voices coming down the adjacent hallway. Quickly you shove Emily into the nearest room and shutting the door. Pressing your ear to the door, you listen carefully as the voices drew closer to the your location.

“She’s supposed to be here by now,” spoke a woman’s voice.

“He isn’t going to happy if she doesn’t deliver to him Reynolds,” came the other voice that belonged to a man.

“You know her plan, Schmitty.” The woman replied. You listened as the voices came and went past the door. Once you believed that they were gone, you peeked your head slowly into the hall to see them just turning the corner.

“Let’s go.” You say grabbing Emily’s hand and pulling her down the hallway.

“Who were they?” Emily questions as she glances over her shoulder in the direction the two people had gone in.

“Nobody important.” You reply as you pull her up a flight of stairs.

The photo of a brunette came up on your phone with a link to her file underneath. Another message popped up underneath the link. ‘I want her brought here alive.’

Clicking on the link, a separate tab popped up and you scrolled through her file.

Emily Prentiss, 48. Washington, DC...

There she sat across the bar with a few of her friends. Of course you knew who they were. Jennifer Jareau, the Behavioral Analysis Unit’s Communication’s Liaison; Spencer Reid, the genius with three PHDs with the title of Doctor; David Rossi, the OG of the BAU, formerly retired and recently rejoined the the BAU a few years ago under the reign of the current Unit Chief, Aaron Hotchner. Speaking of Aaron Hotchner, there he was just now arriving to the join the others at their table. Drinking the rest of the your drink you call over the bartender.

“What can I get for you, miss?”

“That lady over there.” You say nodding your head in the direction of Emily.

“Ahh... Ms. Prentiss. She’s a regular as are the others that are with her. They always come in after work.”

“Well do me a favor, will ya?” You say laying down a card with your phone number on it. “Send her another round, on me.” You lay down your payment in cash. “Keep the change.” You say hopping off of your bar stool. Slipping on your jacket you head to the door when you catch Emily’s gaze. Shooting her a wink you push open the door and step out in the chilly November air. Reaching into your pocket for your car keys you climb inside your car and start the engine. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you reach for it to find an unknown number calling you.

“You know it’s not very sexy to star sixty-nine someone.” You smirk knowing exactly who was calling.

“I wanted to thank you for the drink.” Her voice spoke. You could hear the loud voices in the background indicating she was still inside the bar.

“You looked like you needed it.”

“Was it that obvious?”

You laugh. “Hey, I work a lot too, I get it.”

“Who are you?”

“I guess I forgot to write my name on the card.” You laugh. “I’m (Y/N).”

“(Y/N)..” Emily whispered from behind you.

“Shh..”

“But (Y/N)..”

“Emily, be quiet.”

“(Y/N), you’re standing on my foot...”

“Oh geez, sorry.” You say moving your foot. “Come let’s go.” You say grabbing hold of her hand and pulling her out of the closet. You open the double doors and step into the back of the building.

“This isn’t very romantic.” Emily says behind you.

You turn around to face her. “Come on, have a sense of adventure. This place is so old, let’s explore it.”

“Well good, you’re just on time.” An Irish voice spoke from the doorway. Emily froze and pulled her hands away from you.

“You lied to me.” Emily says.

“Emily--”

“No..” She says pushing you away. “All this time we’ve been together was just a lie!”

“Emily, please let me explain.”

“You can explain later.” The man says stepping up behind Emily.

“You just broke the last bit of trust I had in you.” Emily says, her voice stabbing you in the chest like a million tiny knives.

“Ian, we made a deal.”

“Yes we did. You’d bring her to me and I’d let you live.”

“Ian..” You say folding your arms over your chest.

“The money will be in your account by dawn.”

“Ian!” You shout knowing he was just beating around the bush. “You lay one hand on her and the deal’s off.”

“Now where’s the fun in that?”

“You promised.” You say glaring at him.

“Fair enough.” He says taking Emily by the hands. “I’ll have my men escort you out.” He says snapping his fingers.

“I know the way.” You say walking by the two muscular men.

Sitting in your car you looked back at the building. You pulled open the glove box and grabbed your gun. You snuck back to the back entrance. Luckily you were able to make it back to the room with no problems. Hearing wincing coming from the room, you peer inside to see Ian letting go of Emily and dropping a branding iron. “You just don’t listen, do you?” You say stepping into the room.

“You’re not apart of this anymore.” Ian says stepping aside.

“The deal’s off, Ian.” You say pointing the gun at him.

“Woah, woah. Now just put that thing down and we can talk.”

“You think that being with Emily for these past few months would make it easy for me to just hand her over to you?” You say keeping the gun pointed at him. You walk around the branding machine. “Oh no, Ian. You thought wrong.”

“So why bring her here if wasn’t going so easy to just hand her over? Why not sneak her out of the country?”

You laugh shaking your head. “Oh Ian, if knew that I’d fall head over heels with Emily than I would never have handed her over to you to easily.” You say pulling back the safety on the gun. “After all the shit you put me through?” You scoffs rolling your eyes. “You must have gotten me confused with Declan’s mother. I ain’t no push over.”

“Fine, you can have her.” Ian says as he inches his way closer to the door.

“You can’t get away that easily.” You say pulling the trigger. Putting your gun in the back pocket of your jeans, you rush over to Emily and untie the ropes around her hands. “I’m so sorry.” You say pulling her up from the chair. “I know what I did broke every inch of trust of you had in me and I am so sorry, but I sat out in the car thinking about what I did and I couldn’t handle it anymore so I came back.”

“But you sold me out to the man who wanted me dead..” Emily says as she rubs the spot where Doyle had branded her.

“I know.. But when someone threatens your family, you have no choice.” You say grabbing hold of her hands. “But all of that can be discussed once we get you the hell out of here.”

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[ionlyreadfivebookslastweek]

Give Me A Reason

A/N: This is my entry into @literallyprentissstwin ‘s challenge for her 600 follower celebration. Congratulations on the follows and I hope you enjoy my entry.

I was given Emily for the character and “Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.” for the prompt.

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“What the hell was that?” Emily asked as you entered the apartment the two of you shared.

“What was what?” you replied in an attempt to shake off the question.

“We’re just hanging out? Having a girls’ night?”

You turned to look at her and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Technically, you could call it that if you wanted to.”

“But you made it sound like that’s all it was when we ran into Alvez,” she argued.

“That’s cause we haven’t told the team yet,” you explained with a shrug.

“Yeah, I know. We haven’t.” Emily crossed her arms in front of her.

“What’s that supposed to mean? We both agreed that we didn’t want to tell them yet.”

“Yeah, we did, two years ago when we first started dating.”

She headed to the living room and you followed.

“So what are you saying? You want to tell them now?”

“Yes!” She spun around to face you. “Yes, I do!”

“Now why would you wanna go and do a thing like that?”

“I don’t know, maybe I’m sick of pretending there’s nothing between us while we’re at work? Maybe because it’s been two years and we love each other?”

You crossed your arms in front of you and took a step back.

“We do love each other, right?”

“Yes,” you replied softly.

Emily walked closer to you and rested her hands on your arms. You looked up at her.

“Then let’s tell them,” she insisted.

“I don’t know...”

“God!” Emily dropped her hands and walked off towards the other side of the room before circling back around to look at you. “Why don’t you want to tell them?”

“I just don’t.”

“Are you ashamed of me?”

“No, of course not. Em, I love you!” you assured her.

“Well, it sure doesn’t feel like it. If you did, you wouldn’t want to hide our relationship from the people who are like a family to us!”

She brushed past you and headed towards the front door. You quickly moved to grab her hand and stopped her.

“Em, please, what are you doing? Where are you going?”

“Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now,” she demanded, yanking her hand from your grip.

“Because I love you,” you tried.

She shook her head and scoffed, “That’s not good enough right now.” When she tried to walk away, you rushed to get in front of her and block her path.

“Em, listen. I don’t want to tell them because, because then they will know,” you tried to explain.

“So you don’t want them to know,” she confirmed, her eyes narrowing.

“Yes, but no, not like that!” You paused and took a deep breath. “Because then they will know and it’s no longer just between you and me. Yes, it will always be our relationship, but then they’ll be involved and it won’t be our special secret anymore.”

Her eyes softened and she reached a hand up to brush the hair back out of your face.

“Sweetheart, telling them doesn’t mean letting go of all of our privacy. We’ll still have times when it’s just you and me. But it will also mean that we can expand our times when we can show affection. Sure, we’ll have to keep it professional at work, but that doesn’t mean a quick kiss every now and then or holding hands on the jet would hurt anyone.”

You gave her a small smile. “That would be nice.”

“See! Telling the team would be a good thing, I promise.”

She wrapped her hand around to the back of your neck and pulled you to her, giving you a kiss.

When you parted, you nodded and said, “OK. Let’s tell the team.”

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[uhbright]

A Reunion//Aaron Hotchner

Helloo! This is for @literallyprentissstwin ’s “angst challenge”. (it was super fun to write ngl ha). 

Word Count~ 2.6k

This is about Aaron, and my prompt was “I’m still not over you”. Idk if I screwed up because technically he didn’t sayyyy it. Well, you’ll see haha :)

mention of alcohol

ok lastly- all my italics got screwed up but I’m too lazy to fix it, so sorry

The soft summer breeze sifted through the grass, the friendly squeak of a worn swing set flowing along with it.

    Aaron watched as Jack kicked his feet back and forth, flying higher and higher into the air, his eyes squeezed shut with a smile spread across his face. Even as a 10-year-old, Jack knew to enjoy the little things.

    Aaron glanced around, still not used to the idea of safety after Peter Lewis’ death and their leaving Witness Protection.

    Just breathe, he told himself, it's all over, everything’s alright.

     He glanced down at his watch- He and Jack were going to visit Haley’s grave before they had to get on a flight to attend the annual “Hotchner Family Reunion”.

    Despite the event being yearly, Aaron hadn’t been since he’d gotten the job at Quantico in the Behavioral Analysis Sector, and Jack had never even gone once.

    —

    Jack sat patiently in the car for his dad to get the last suitcase into the trunk. He could feel the way this time of year affected him- the way he talked, walked, held himself.

   Even though Jack knew it was because his mom had died this time of year, it never affected him the same way it did his dad. He’d be sadder than usual, sure, but it would never keep him awake at nights, make it harder to accomplish day to day activities like it did Aaron.

     All the same they acted as if everything was normal, apart from visiting her grave on the anniversary date.

    —

    They stepped out onto the gloomy, gray ground and navigated their way through headstones. Once they arrived at the one they were looking for, Aaron replaced the few remains of a year-old bouquet with new, fresh flowers that would have to last the next year.

     The father and son stood in silence for a minute, Jack periodically looking up at his dad to see if his expression would change from the blank stare he had on.

     Several more minutes passed and the subtle rustle of Aaron’s sleeve folding to check his watch broke the dreadfully heavy silence. The pair crossed back through the cemetery and into the car.

       The long ride to the airport consisted only of a low-volume “easy-listening radio”, and a few sentences to point out some animals along the side of the road.

    --

    The plane ride was not too long, especially for a sleeping Jack who felt the one and a half hour flight took barely 5 minutes. Finding it difficult to sleep without being awoken by grievous memories, Aaron found comfort in looking out the window at the peaceful clouds, light white, tinted with pink and orange from the sun just beginning to set.

    On the ground again, the father and son duo took off towards the hotel room, the tranquil plane ride seeming to have renewed their energy.

    On the short taxi ride over to their hotel in a small Vermont town, Jack began to talk about his interest in planes and he began to describe the one they had been on to his dad in great detail. Impressed by Jack’s recital of information, Aaron ruffled his son’s hair and promised a stop to an ice cream parlor after they had settled down in the hotel room.

 --

    They began their walk into the central area of the town. Being an inconspicuous area uninterrupted by many tourists, the two were able to quickly find comfort and a congenial sense of joy in the borough.

    At a local, family-owned ice cream parlor, Jack stacked flavor upon flavor into a large waffle cone-bowl, topped with homemade whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles. Hotch had a small vanilla cone, but gladly took a few bites of Jack’s when he couldn’t manage to finish it all.

    Back at the hotel, Aaron had the two get ready for bed (far too early, according to Jack), so that they would be well rested for the early start of the reunion tomorrow.

 --

    Aaron awoke with the sun and made sure they were all packed for the reunion before waking up Jack so they could go to the car. His sister-in-law’s “famous” coleslaw balanced carefully on top of the passenger seat so it would safely make it to the reunion. After hours of pleading her to make the coleslaw so he could pass it off as his own, Aaron was not about to let it fall victim to the poorly maintained roads of Addison, Vermont.

    Hotch stopped for some coffee on the way there, not lucky enough to get another few minutes of sleep like Jack.

    When they pulled up at his mother’s large house, they parked behind a line of five cars, probably belonging to his brother and several cousins. (More specifically the ones who suck-up to his parents and get there early.) Aaron woke Jack up once more and fixed his bed head, then carried his son and the bowl of coleslaw up to the door.

“Aaron!” A skinny, fragile looking woman pulled open the door, “Jack!”

Her grandson wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her a friendly hug, despite being rather unfamiliar with the woman he embraced.

“Mom,” Aaron said lightly, and gave her a hug only to see over her shoulder to get a feel of who had already arrived.

Through the window to the backyard he could see several cousins who he barely remembered, along with some children that he’d never seen before. Basking in lawn chairs were a couple of ancient aunts and uncles he remembered from various Christmases (back when he used to come home for them). In the kitchen, setting out various plates and bowls of foods, was Aaron’s younger brother Sean, accompanied by an unknown woman.

“Where should I put this?” Aaron pulled away from the hug and held up the bowl of coleslaw.

“How ‘bout just on the counter,” She smiled and turned her attention towards Jack, “I have something for you! Follow me.” She began to lead him up a carpeted staircase, leaving Hotch alone in the entry room.

He looked around the pictures scattered about on cabinets, trunks, and bookshelves throughout the room. He saw himself up to the age of 15, before he went off to boarding school, then straight out to the California Police Department, then to the FBI. His brother, however, was pictured from the time he was born to photos probably taken just this last Christmas, only skipped for the year he was away in college.

Aaron turned away from the photos and made his way into the kitchen, where he was greeted with a curt nod from his brother.

“Sean,” the woman said quietly, grabbing onto his arm after a moment of a silence, “Sean, introduce me.”

“Oh sure,” he responded hesitantly, and looked up at Aaron. “Aaron this is…” He looked over at the woman and then back up at Aaron, “This is Hayley.”

A wave of nausea washed over Aaron, and he quickly sat the coleslaw onto the corner of the table before propping himself up beside it.

“Lovely to meet you,” She held out her hand. When Aaron just nodded with a tight smile, she wrapped her extended arm around Sean’s waist instead, “Sean and I have been dating for the past… oh how long has it been?” She looked up sweetly to the younger brother.

“Six months.” Sean brushed a small crumb off the countertop in an attempt to avoid eye contact.

Hayley smiled for a while, looking for a response.

“Okay, what is with you two?” She flopped her arms against her side, “Sean told me that you guys were never close, but this? This is weird.”

“It’s just that-” Sean tried, but couldn’t find a way to continue.

“No I’m happy for you guys,” Aaron tried a smile, quickly turned away, and headed for the living room. He plopped down on the couch and tried a few deep breaths to get rid of the feeling in his stomach. This shouldn’t be affecting you like this, he told himself, it’s just a name. But her hair color reminded him so much of Haley too, along with the confidence she exuded just by standing in the presence of a new person.

Jack came bounding down the stairs, lips buzzing as he held a large toy plane in the air in front of him. Aaron’s mom beaming behind him, “You told me he liked planes.”

Aaron smiled at his son, and opened his arms wide as Jack leaped into them still holding his plane in front of him, admiring it from all different angles.

“Dad! Look, it’s a Boeing 47! You can tell because it says here it’s a model 450!” Jack pointed at the bottom of the plane, and then continued examining it thoroughly.

“I hope it’s okay that I got him something,” Margaret began to sit down next to him on the couch. She looked up at Aaron’s face and her expression changed to concern, “Are you feeling okay? You look so flushed.” Her hand quickly flew to Aaron’s forehead, but he gently moved it away.

“I’m fine, it was just a long day yesterday.”

“Oh, that’s right.” She glanced at Jack, who was now less-enthusiastic about his newly acquired plane as the conversation grew more glum. “And I presume you met…” Her eyes drifted towards the kitchen were Hayley sat on the counter, looking up at Sean who was nervously glancing towards the group on the couch.

Aaron nodded briskly, “A little heads up would’ve been nice.”

“We discussed it,” Margaret placed a hand on his shoulder, “But I was afraid you’d end up skipping again! Everyone wanted to see you.”

Aaron sat for a moment in a silence, “Well I’m going to go say hi to everyone.” He lifted Jack off his lap and stood, leaving Margaret seated and apologetically looking up at him. Jack grabbed hold of his dad’s hand and they made their way out to the back yard.

“Aaron?” One of the old woman sat up from her lawn chair and pushed the sunglasses up to the top of her head. “Aaron is that you?” She attempted to stand but couldn’t straighten her back up after she swung her legs over the side of the chair.

Aaron rushed to her side and gave her a hug from the seated position. Not being able to remember her name, he left with a brief “Nice to see you.” And headed over to some “able-to-get-out-of-a-chair-on-their-own” family members.

“Aaron,” A fellow black-haired man looked up from a toddler bouncing on his knee.

Why does everyone always greet me with my name? Aaron smiled, “Great to see you.” (A safe line in his book.)

“Rodney,” The toddler-balancing man held out his hand.

“Of course,” Hotch lied and returned the handshake. “This is Jack.” His son peered out from behind Aaron’s back and smiled shyly.

“Nice to meet you Jack,” Rodney smiled and introduced his own son as Max.

“Well, we’re going to go meet and greet s’more.” Aaron grabbed Jack’s hand again and they continued walking through the backyard to a larger clump of family members under a large tree.

“Look! It’s Aaron!” A group of women turned away from their conversations and looked at him. “It’s so great that you could join us!” The same woman exclaimed as he approached. “I mean, an FBI agent in our family! How cool is that?”

“Oh, Margaret wasn’t supposed to tell people that,” Hotch looked behind him to see his mom through the kitchen window, continuing to cook for the guests.

“Well, we’re all family!” Another woman smiled and walked closer.

“Besides, you’re retired now I hear?” A third woman asked and looked down at Jack.

“To take care of this one.” Hotch ruffled Jack’s hair again and he wrinkled his nose.

“Especially after everything that’s happened.”

“Bethany!” The first woman exclaimed and Bethany’s eyes widened.

“Oh I’m sorry! I-”

“That’s okay. It’s been a rough couple of years but at least we’re still here.” Aaron squeezed Jack’s hand as he kicked at the mulch beneath them.

The three woman smiled pityingly and then turned the conversation to one another.

“Whaddaya say we go help Grandma in the kitchen?” Aaron looked down at Jack who nodded happily. Hotch swung him onto his back and they walked into the kitchen.

--

The day grew later as Jack and Hotch worked at peeling various veggies and putting sauces into bowls. Eventually everything was put onto three tables in the backyard. More guests must’ve arrived as the two helped get everything ready as there was little space to move around in the once open space.

Jack ran off to play with some younger cousins (one of which also had a love of planes, exclaiming how excited he was to ‘get to play with Jack’s Boeing 47’), leaving Aaron to endure the pitiful looks conversations alone.

As the night event surged on and kids began to grow tired, many parents began taking their children back to their respective hotel rooms. Hotch, quickly realizing he’d consumed a few too many drinks after stumbling back into the house, accepted his mother’s invitation to spend the night back at his family home. Margaret helped Jack wash up and get to bed, letting Aaron sit in his own room from his childhood. His mother hadn’t cleaned it out, although it was never a room you’d expect from a teenage boy- there were no posters on the wall, only 2 bookshelves with several pictures from his childhood and teen years, along with a navy blue comforter on his bed.

He laid down on his bed, feet still hanging off the sides, and closed his eyes. He focused on the darkness of his closed eyelids, trying to keep memories from resurfacing. A soft knock on the door snapped his eyes open.

“Hey, just wanted to make sure you made it up here alright,” Hayley stood nonchalantly in the doorway

“Fine.” Aaron said, still lying down on the bed, “just trying to sleep.”

“You’re still in a shirt and tie,” Hayley chuckled, “here let me help.” She crossed over to him and sat down on the corner of the bed. Hotch closed his eyes again, too tired and intoxicated to keep them open.

Hayley loosened his tie and slipped it over his head. Aaron’s head tipped to the side and he looked at the bookshelf beside him. As Hayley began unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes landed on a framed photograph in the center of the bookshelf. A 15 year old Aaron in a pirate costume stood with his arm around Haley dressed up as the lead in their high school play. An avalanche of weight fell onto Aaron’s chest and he gasped for air, pushing Sean’s girlfriend onto the floor. He continued to fight for air as years of suppressed emotions and a world of pain came flooding back to him.

    “What’s wrong?” Oh my God, are you okay?” Hayley stood and rushed to Aaron’s side.

    “Get away from me,” He swatted at her and continued to take heaving breaths.

    Hayley rushed out of the room and down the stairs, leaving Hotch alone, tears flooding down his cheeks. He grabbed the photo off the shelf and held it in his hands, staring down at his first love. How could it have ended this way? I’m still not over you.

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[tenaciousarcadeexpert]

It Should’ve Been Me

A oneshot for @literallyprentissstwin‘s writing challenge in which I write about Matt with the prompt, “You’re a horrible person.” I hope you all enjoy.

Tagging(For those who might be interested: @marvelfanlife, @literallyprentissstwin, @dontshootmespence, @sunflowerpsalms, @princesswagger14, @butsomeofusarelookingatthestars, @cynbx, @jaqren, @itsmeedee

Caution: Angst, major death, mentions of violence/gore

"It should've been me." Matt thought. He looked around as he saw dozens of lifeless bodies of men. At this point, he was use to it, seeing almost most of his teammates die in front of him with his own eyes. But this was different.   Before joining the IRT and later the BAU, Matt was part of taskforce in taking down a small organization who deals in selling arms. A friend, Grant Scott, was sent undercover to infiltrate the organization. Once the timing was right, it was time to attack. Little did he know what was yet to come.

As several men and women arm themselves for the operation, Matt felt a surge of uneasiness knowing how dangerous the plan could be. As he prepares, he looked to see his friend Steven Powell answer his cell phone. He and Steven were in the same unit and have gone through several missions during their times at the Delta Force. Matt couldn't help but watch as Steven talks to whoever was on the other end of the phone, smiling as if it was the last time he'll ever talk on the phone. "Okay sweetie take care, I love you." He then hangs up as he sees Matt stare at him. "That was Jenny, the-" "The architecture?" "Mm hmph." "Wow." He chuckled. "How long has it been, almost two years?" "Two and a half." "Wow, first it was me and Kristy. Now soon, it'll be you and Jenny. Still can't believe it." "Neither do I. I figured that once this is all over, I'd called it quits and hopefully it'll be time for me and Jenny to tie the knot." He then pulls out a small shiny ring. "Woah?" "I know. I can just imagine it: Settling down, moving to Colorado. And you would be my best man to the wedding. Wouldn't you like that?" Matt gave him a sincere smile. "Of course, that sounds amazing." The two chuckle on at the thought of Steven's potential future with Jenny. Just then, the fantasy stops as they are called in to attack as they head inside the building. "You ready for this?" "As always." The two friends along with several others charge in as they make their way inside. Though once inside, they were surprised to see the building almost empty. While looking around, Matt had sense that something was wrong. After recalling Grant's last message, he suspected that something didn't feel right. "Just stop the operation. Don't worry about the men, I'll take care of it." His eyes opened wide as he realized the truth behind his message: That Grant was actually a double agent and that he purposely lured them into a trap. He then tries to warn the team, but it was too late. Just then, the enemy emerge into the light and opened fire.  Soon, it was all chaos and fire as the sounds or men screaming and bullets firing echoed throughout the building. It was almost like one of the missions he faced when he was in the Delta Force. Matt hid behind a column as he reloads his gun, while Steven covers for him. Once he was done, he then opens fire at the enemy as they attack. Soon, it would be nothing but a bloodbath, with heavy casualties on both sides.  Suddenly, a man fires a bullet into one of the crates, accidentally triggering a fire which engulfs the entire room. Several men and women flee as the building burns down. Just as they continue to shoot, Matt noticed the leader of the operation, Marshall Lennox wounded in the leg. "Steven, Marshall is down." "We need to get out of here. This place is about to blow." The two men nodded as they retreat. Both Matt and Steven struggle to help their fallen leader get up as he groans in pain. "It's okay sir, we got you Captain." Just as Matt helps him up, he is nearly shot at as several men open fire from above. Fortunately, Steven, managed to take down two of them. "Go, Matthew, go. I'll got this." "Steven no, I'm not gonna leave you here." "Don't worry about me, I'll catch up with you guys. Just help him get out of here." Although he didn't want to leave his friend behind, Matt nodded knowing how much Lennox need medical attention. "I'll be fine Matt. Just go." He then walks out as he drags Capt. Lennox to safety. At the same time, Steven managed to shoot down every last one of the enemies before catching up to his friend and leader. After handing Lennox to Kayla Hanson, one of the few women in the operation, Matt then runs back as he tries to get Steven out. However, before he could reach up to him, a good portion of debris collapses between the two friends, blocking Steven's chance of escape. "STEVE!!!!" "MATT!!" Matt then runs up to the wall of debris as he struggles to save his friend. Just as he struggles to get the debris out, Kayla runs up to him, stopping him as the fire continues to consume the building. "Simmons, Simmons. You need to stop, this place is about to blow." "No, not yet, he's still there. I need to save him, I need to save him." "Matthew, there's no chance. He's gone." "No, you don't know that." Just then, Kayla pulls his arm as she pulls him away. "Kayla, what the hell?! I need to save him!" "It's too late, we need to go!!" "No!!"  She is joined by two other team members as they pull Matt out to the exit. Eventually he breaks free as he tries to run back, but it was too late as he saw the entire roof collapse.   The aftermath of the failed operation left Matt shaken. Although it was not as severe as past missions, it hurt him more than it did. As he sees several corpses being carried away, all he could do was mourn as he looked down at the ring his friend had. He was afraid to tell his family what happened, especially Jenny, whom had love Steven so much. The situation got worse once it was time to confront them. After telling her what had happened, before he could say anything, he felt a hard strike on the face causing him to stumble over. "He was your friend, he admired you and trusted you. Why didn't you save him? WHY?!" "I tried to, I really did, but I had no choice, the fire was already caving it. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." "Sorry is not gonna cut it. My fiancee is dead because of you. She slowly wiped the tears away from her face. "You promised that you'd look after him, and you left him for dead. What kind of friend are you?" Matt was at a loss for words, unable to find a clear answer. "You're a horrible person Matthew, you really are. I will never forgive you for this, ever." She walks away, devastated for the loss of her fiancee. As Matt looks down at the ring, he couldn't help but collapse into tears. "It should've been me."    Even as time goes by, Matt never forgot about Steven, and his untimely death. This was something, he rarely shares, apart from his wife Kristy and former Unit Chief and friend Jack. Eventually, he would open up this event to the team while working on a case involving the arrest of the now fugitive Grant. "Before I joined the IRT, I was part of a taskforce intending on stopping an undergorund organization dealing with arms. Scott was sent down undercover to infiltrate the organization, little did I realized was that he was working for them till was already too late. It was messy, so many people were killed, including my closest friend, Steve." "Matt, we didn't-" "It's fine Luke. It's not something I'd share but I figured I might as well open up about it." He then starts to choke up as he continues, pulling the ring out from his pocket. "S-Steven thought about settling down once the operation was over. He was even thinking of proposing to his girlfriend, Jenny. He'd thought about moving to Colorado, starting a family and even wanted me to be the best man to his wedding. I thought it was a lovely dream he had. Too bad it'll only be a dream." "Matt, we're so sorry." "It's fine. I always think about what could've been, seeing Steve and Jenny get married, having a few kids and even grow old together. Too bad it'll never happen, because he's gone. If only I did more. What was worse was when I had to tell Jenny what happened. I never forgot the last things she said to me. 'You're a horrible person Matthew, you really are.' Maybe she's right, maybe I am a horrible person." JJ then placed her hand on top of his. "Matt, this wasn't your fault. You're not a horrible person, you did what you could." "Grant set you guys up. It was his actions that lead to his death." Emily adds. "But he's dead because of me. I left him there to die." He looked down and shook his head. "It should've been me, it should of been me." "Matt, don't say that." JJ begs. “No JJ, it was my fault, I left him there to die. Maybe had I not leave him. Maybe if I ran fast enough or resisted Kayla grabbing me, he would still be alive." "Or maybe both of you would've been killed. Who knows." Rossi responds. "Steven knew well about the risks and yet he still took his chances. We can't always predict the future holds for us." "Well, I ruined his chance of a future." Rossi then pats Matt on the shoulder. "Listen, you can't blame yourself for something that wasn't really your fault, you just can't. Grant set you guys up, he got Steven killed. What happened back there wasn't yours to blame and like JJ said, you're not a horrible person. And I'm sure Steven would agree." "Then why am I still feeling this emotional burden?" "Because he's still and was always a good friend to you and it hurts when you lose a friend like him. We all have lost that one friend." Emily responds. "Yeah. We can't bring them back but what we could do is learn to move on, find a way to make sure that their memory lives on forever. And maybe by remembering all of those good memories, things wouldn't be as painful as they use to be." JJ adds. "I know. I-I just feel like I could've done more, bring closure to his death. He really didn't deserve to die." "Well, as long as you remember him, you won't forget him and I'm sure wherever he is, he'd forgive you." Matt continues to stare at the ring before placing it down. "I hope so."

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[andromytta]

Pandora’s Box

Author’s Note:  Written for https://literallyprentissstwin.tumblr.com/post/175019628133/literallyprentissstwins-600-followers  @literallyprentissstwin

Character: Dr. Spencer Reid. Prompt: "Please, just let me go."

This challenge was all about angst, and as readers of my Supernatural fics know, I'm an angst whore, so I was really excited about this challenge! That being said, not only is this my first Criminal Minds fic, but I was also coming off of a three week long stint of writer's block, so while constructive criticism is always welcome, please be gentle! Haha.

Extra special thanks to my Beta, @jrnytthpst, without whom this fic would still be foundering without an ending!

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15478173

Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss paced back and forth in front of the table in the interview room.  The suspect, a diminutive woman with dark hair and dark eyes, looked even smaller huddled in the uncomfortable chair.

“Just because you have the right to remain silent doesn’t mean we can’t still arrest you for five deaths,” the agent said.

“Please, just let me talk to Spencer.”  That was all the woman had said since they brought her in an hour ago.

Prentiss left the room without a word.                                                                    

“Emily, did she tell you why?” Dr. Spencer Reid asked as soon as his boss walked out of the room.

“She hasn’t said anything.  She keeps asking for you.”

“So let me talk to her.”

“No.  We can’t let an agent interview his girlfriend who is a suspected serial killer.”

“She’s not…she’s not my girlfriend.”  He dropped his tall, slender frame into the nearest chair with a sigh.  He dropped his head and his gold curls concealed the emotion in his deep brown eyes.

Before anyone could say anything else, a giant moose of a man blustered into the BAU.  His expensive, well fitted suit was slightly rumpled as if he just pulled it on.  He ran a large hand through his shaggy brown hair as his hazel eyes took in the room, barely acknowledging Spencer as the other man looked up at him.  “I’m Sam Wesson, Ms. Kwon’s attorney, and she won’t be answering any more of your questions.”

“I’m Emily Prentiss, Unit Chief,” Emily introduced herself.  “You’ll be pleased to know your client hasn’t answered any questions yet, Mr. Wesson.”  Her derision was well hidden under her professionalism.  “Right this way.”  She led the attorney to the interrogation room.

When the door clicked closed, the young woman looked up, her chocolate brown eyes glassy with tears.  She didn’t even try to hide her surprise.  “Sam?  What are you doing here?”

“Rose called me.  She said your boyfriend arrested you?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” she corrected.

“Whatever. Just because you choose not to define your relationship doesn’t stop the rest of us.  We have eyes, you know.  Why are we arguing about this again?  What happened?”  He dropped into the seat across from his friend.

“Did you see Spencer?  I need to talk to him.  I need to explain…”  Her words trailed off as she stared into space.

“Paige!”  Sam’s stern tone brought her back to the present.  “What the hell is going on?  They’re saying you shot five men!”

She blinked and looked up at him.  “I did.  But I didn’t do anything wrong.  I shouldn’t be here, Sam.”  As her emotions started to bubble, her accent became stronger.

“Paige, you’re not making any sense.”

Worried she wasn’t using the right words in English, she repeated herself in her first language.

“You’re not making any sense in Korean either,” Sam said.  “What do you mean you didn’t do anything wrong?  You just told me you did kill those men.”

“Please, Sam.  I need to talk to Spencer.  I need to explain.  I’m not like those bad people.”

“No way. You can’t talk to an FBI agent who could have you locked up for the rest of your life.”

“Sam, they can do that anyway.”  Paige was suddenly weirdly calm.  “They found the weapon in my flat, if I can just explain myself, then they can see that I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You’re not going to tell me what happened, are you?”

“It was him, Sam.  It was him.”

“Who was him?  You’re not making sense again.”

Paige dropped her head onto the table with a quiet thunk, her dark hair cascading over her face.

“Fine, if you don’t want to explain, I’ll figure it out for myself. I’m not going to let you go to jail. Rose would never forgive me.”  Sam got up and walked out of the interrogation room.

When Sam made his way to the bullpen, Spencer looked up at him eagerly.  “Well, did she say anything?”

“No.  Can I see the case files?”  Sam asked, and when Spencer just looked at him suspiciously he added, “I’m going to have to ask for them during discovery anyway.  If you show me now, I might be able to figure out what happened.”

“Fine,” Spencer said, resigned.  He retrieved the files and practically dropped them in front of Sam.  The most recent victim’s information was on top.

“Ezekial Ward.  Hmm, this guy looks familiar.  Single dad looks like he was a real family man.” Sam muttered, almost to himself. “Wait, this guy is familiar.  He and his son would stop at the girls’ café after his soccer games.  He was always flirting with Rina.  It doesn’t make sense.  Why would Paige shoot him?”  He looked over at Spencer like he had any answers.

“How should I know?  I didn’t even know she owned a gun.  We’ve been hanging out for months.  How did I not see this coming?”

“Hey, man, don’t beat yourself up.  I’ve known Paige for years and never would have guessed…” Sam tried to comfort the other man.

“But I study serial killers for a living.  How could I not know I was dating one?”  Spencer slammed his hands on the table and jumped up from his chair.  “Sorry, Sam.  I didn’t mean to yell.”  He ran a hand through his light brown hair and strode from the room.

Sam continued to peruse the files.  The second to last victim was Balthazar Freely, a club owner who always treated the beautiful people to free drinks, and then there was Raphael Bonds, a business man who did little to hide his affair with his secretary.  Before him was Michael Keyes, a man with a long history of domestic abuse.  Finally, the first victim made everything clear.  Nick Vincent, a frankly awful human being who used to be Sam’s best friend and Paige’s boyfriend…until he attacked her.  The pieces clicked into place for Sam right as Spencer all but slammed a cup of coffee in front of him.

“Dude!” Sam exclaimed.

“Sorry.  I’m just frustrated.”

“It’s fine,” Sam said. “Look, you shouldn’t beat yourself up. There’s no way you could have seen this coming.  There are things about Paige you don’t know.”  He stood up. “Come on, we should go talk to her.”

They went back into the interrogation room.  Sam set the files on the table.  “Turn the video camera on, and flip that little switch so your boss can listen,” he said to Spencer.  “We’re going to plead not guilty by reason of mental disease or defect.”

Paige ignored Sam. She looked up at Spencer with pleading eyes.  “Spencer, I-I didn’t do anything wrong.  Please, please just let me go.”

“You killed five people. I found your gun when I went back to your apartment to get my scarf.  It was still covered in blood spatter.”

“They were bad men.  I was protecting people.”

Sam sat on the table and pointed at a file.  “You guys study single event imprints?  Stressors and triggers, right?” He asked Spencer.

“You know we do.”

“This guy, Nick Vincent, that’s the stressor.  He came into the café a few months ago, and I’m guessing that was the trigger.”  Sam turned to Paige.  “Why don’t you tell him about Nick?”

“You know I don’t talk about that, Sam.”  She whispered to her hands.

“It’s the only way you’re going to convince anyone that these men deserved to die,” Sam spoke quietly, calmly, even though inside he was freaking out.

Paige started to draw patterns on the table with her fingers, as much as her cuffed hands would allow anyway.  “We dated for a while…when I wouldn’t do what he wanted, he attacked me and he took it…I don’t want to talk about this anymore!”  She stood up, kicked the chair out behind her.  “He came into the café, into MY café and acted like he belonged there. He shouldn’t come near me anymore. So I made sure he couldn’t.”

“What about the other men?” Sam asked.  If Paige had just killed Nick, he probably could have gotten her off on self-defense, but the others, there was no reason for them.

“They were bad men. They hurt people.  The second guy, Michael, he hit his spouse.  Raphael was cheating on his wife with his secretary…”

“What about Balthazar and Ezekial?  You knew them.  They weren’t bad men.”

“Balthazar tried to get people intoxicated to sleep with them.  Ezekial wouldn’t leave Rina alone.  They needed to be stopped.”

“My client doesn’t need jail time.  She needs help.” Sam stated to the room.

“PTSD triggered delusions aren’t all together uncommon,” Spencer added, trying to remain professional. “Especially if someone never dealt with their trauma.”

Meanwhile, Garcia was working her magic and trying to find out everything she could on all the men that were killed and Paige. The thought of seeing Spencer lose yet another woman close to him was unbearable. Flashbacks of Maeve being killed filled her head as her fingers danced on her keyboard. First, she verified that everything Paige said about the men were true. Boy howdy was it but that was just the tip of the iceberg for most of them.  Next, she looked into Paige’s past beginning at her birth in Korea. It started to look like Nick wasn’t the single event imprint. She picked up the phone to call both Rose and Rina.

Rossi and JJ were finishing up searching Paige’s apartment both fearful of finding nothing and everything. Technically, the only thing required to arrest her was already at the BAU and it was Spencer that found it. Why didn’t she even try to clean the blood spatter off the gun? The carelessness of it all spoke to a deep seeded problem even more severe than the first victim that Paige’s lawyer spilled the beans on and to which Emily called to catch them up. They were looking for anything to prove how abusive Nick might have been to Paige when they got the call from Penelope.

“Paige, what aren’t you telling us?” Spencer pleaded with the girl who was not technically his girlfriend.

“What makes you think there’s any more to say beyond what I’ve already said?” Paige solemnly looked up at him begging him to end the questioning.

“I just can’t believe…. can’t see…. this isn’t happening.” Spencer left the interrogation room completely distraught unable to form coherent sentences to the thoughts racing in his mind.

Technical Analyst, Penelope Garcia quickly strode into the BAU announcing that both Rose and Rina were on there way to help shed light on what made Paige snap. Further, she excitedly proclaimed that JJ and Rossi found the missing puzzle piece that the two women alluded to existing. Seemingly the best place to hide the truth was in a secret vault behind a framed selfie she printed out of her and Spencer. Hiding the truth from the man she was falling in love with was paramount because she feared that he would runaway and sever all ties if he learned the truth.

Rose was the first to arrive and she found Sam Wesson speaking with members of the BAU about his client. As soon as he saw Rose he jumped up and yelled, “Why didn’t you tell me long before now that Paige never sought treatment for Nick’s abuse?”

A look of sadness, fear, and self-loathing filled Rose’s emerald green eyes. “Sam, she did seek out treatment and I thought successfully completed it. The thing is her treatment had nothing to do with Nick. Her experience with Nick brought all of the previous trauma to the forefront. She was getting better and doing everything the therapist instructed her to do. Everything was going well until Nick showed up in her Café unannounced.”

“Wait are you saying that Nick wasn’t the only person that abused Paige?” Dr. Reid and Mr. Wesson both said in near unison.

At that very moment Rina arrived with her own piece of the puzzle. She pointedly looked at Reid and desperately asked him if he had noticed Paige wearing a locket anytime recently.

“Rose, what happened to Paige? Who was it?  As long as the statute of limitations hasn’t expired….” Spencer was starting to say when Garcia yelled at him to answer Rina.

“I…hmm…maybe.” Dr. Reid started with adding, “she did recently start wearing scarves every time I saw her even when it wasn’t cold outside. I asked her about it once and she said her thyroid levels must have been off again. I had no reason to not believe her and just shrugged it off. Wait…I think I do remember seeing a chain peaking out from the top of at least one of the scarves….”

Rose and Rina sighed as if one. They knowingly looked into each other’s eyes debating what and how much to say. It was then that Rossi and JJ entered with the final puzzle piece.

JJ spoke, avoiding eye contact with Spence. She broke up unable to actually utter what it was that she and Rossi found in Paige’s apartment, David picked up where she left off.

“Spencer, I’m not sure how to explain this to you but behind the framed picture Paige took of you guys was a vault. Inside the vault were diaries and a locket. Inside the locket was a photo of a baby girl.”

“Let me read the diaries. I can read them far faster than you can and articulate what is in them,” Spencer said as he walked towards Rossi.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that kid.” Rossi somberly said, looking Dr. Reid in the eyes.

“Well what is, what did they say, what did she write, am I going to lose her like I lost Maeve?” Spencer blurted out, thrown together like a single thought.

Rossi looked to JJ and just as JJ was about to speak Rose and Rina both chimed in with bits and pieces of Paige’s story.

“Life in Korea isn’t the same as in America,” Rose began. “Their laws are different and their sense of justice, especially when family is involved, is nearly nonexistent. Not all of Korea is like that but in this case Paige’s family is both related to and friends with law enforcement there.”

Rina picked up where Rose faded out, “Paige’s father was a very bad man. He would beat the kids and his wife, but Paige took the brunt of it. It wasn’t just the abuse he forced on his family….”

“Her father slept around too,” Rose continued. “He slept with the secretary at the police station and there were stories that he raped young girls as well.”

“There was one girl he most definitely raped,” Rina sadly continued. “The photo of the baby girl in Paige’s locket is her baby girl and her father is also the father of the child.”

Sighing Rose continued, “The baby girl was named ‘Mugohan Salam’ which is Korean for innocent one. Paige called her Mugo for short. Mugo lived to be six months old when her father shook her to death. He couldn’t’ stand the thought of anyone finding out about her existence. Especially after his sister sent her DNA off to a facility to look for ancestors. He couldn’t risk that happening with Mugo one day.”

“It was after Mugo’s death that Paige fled Korea and came to America,” Rina continued. “She kept that photo in the locket, a rattle, and a small hairbrush to remember her baby by. As she began her journey to becoming an American citizen she also sought therapy. Part of her therapy was to write down her life’s journey into private diaries. I found one of the diaries she accidentally left out at the café one day and asked her if what she had written was true.”

Neither Sam nor Spencer could believe their ears. How could Paige have kept that all secret and how did she think anyone would hate her for telling the truth?

Suddenly, Spencer pulled up the file that Garcia had pulled on Paige searching for the address of her father. Next, Dr. Reid pulled up international flights looking for the fastest route to Korea. Emily saw what he was doing and immediately told him that he can’t do that.  He needs to think about his career, his life, and about Paige.

“I am thinking about Paige, that’s all I’m thinking about. I take full responsibility and will make sure that the BAU cannot be charged with anything I do.”

“As your boss I cannot let you do this. If it means keeping you safe and on this side of the world then I will have to put a protective detail on you until the case is over.”

“Emily, please….please just let me go.”

#literallyprentissstwinsangstychallenge #spencer/ofc of color #angst #past rape/noncon #past child abuse #spot the easter egg from another fandom

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🏆@literallyprentissstwin´s 600 followers celebration challenge! - masterlist🏆

here, you can find all the amazing works of all the people who participated in my 600 followers celebration challenge & every fic is so angsty & so good. leave some love to these beautiful people! thank you for making my first challenge on here so good <3 ilysm :) 

🚨 “Regrets and Sorrows” by @bucky-smiles (Character: Spencer)

🚨 “Their Blood is on Your Hands” by @marvelfanlife (Character: Matt) 

🚨 ”Wasted Time” by @dontshootmespence (Character: Tara) 

🚨 “It Shoud´ve Been Me” by @tenaciousarcadeexpert ( Character: Matt)

🚨 “Losing Faith and Family” by @alittlelessthanfandomimagines      (Character: Luke) 

🚨 “I´m Sorry” by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo (Character: Hotch) 

🚨“Broken” by @itsmeedee (Character: Emily) 

🚨 “A Reunion” by @literallyreid (Character: Hotch) 

🚨 “Alive or Not” by @abcreid (Character: Morgan) 

🚨 “Give Me A Reason” by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek (Character: Emily) 

🚨 “I just don´t want to think for a while.” by @idkbutspencer (Character: JJ) 

🚨“Deception” by @eideticreid (Character: Spencer)

🚨“Tie My Heartstrings” by @spencerreidreads (Character: Derek) 

🚨“the hardest goodbye´s are the ones we never get to say” by @holoitsmeagaintoo (Character: Hotch) 

🚨“She´s a secret” by @docspencerreid​ (Character: Luke) 

🚨“Even You Can´t Save Everyone” by @stunudo (Character: Derek) 

🚨“Black Light” by @illegalcerebral​ (Character: Garcia) 

🚨“No More Tears” by @sam-carter-in-training  (Character: Emily) 

🚨“You deserve much better than me.” by @unitchiefwives (Character: JJ)

🚨“Need” by @feathery-cassbutt (Character: Hotch)

🚨“You need to stop this. It´s killing you.” by @criminally-me​ (Character: Derek)

(if i forgot someone, i´m so so sorry. this wasn´t on purpose. if you don´t see you´re fic on this list & you did participate in my challenge, please send me a message & i´ll fix it!) 

#literallyprentissstwinsangstychallenge #so many great stories #so many great people #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x oc #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds reader insert

[whollytaciturn]

Need - Hotch x Reader

A/N: My first ever fic actually written out for Criminal Minds, special for @literallyprentissstwin‘s 600 followers celebration challenge! :et me know what you guys think! If there’s interest I’d totally be open to adding a few more parts!

You squared your jaw as Aaron met your heated gaze, the first time all afternoon. He’d been skillfully avoiding your anger up until now, but with everyone else scattered around the town for the case, you were the only one on the team he could turn to.  

The two of you held your stares for another few moments as he contemplated what to say to you. Your arms folded pointedly over your chest and he let out the breath he’d been holding.  

“[y/n], I need you to –“

“Oh, so you do need me,” you cut in; the flicker of exasperation on his face admittedly making you feel a little better. So what if you were being petty? He’d been the same way this morning.  

“We need to be professional. Don’t do this here.”

“Is that an order, Agent Hotchner?”  

His lips pressed into a tight, thin line, recognizing your tone. “Yes.”

With an exaggerated shrug, you moved to lean your hip on a nearby desk. As he continued to stare at you, expecting backlash, you just said irritably,

“Well, let’s get on with it then, Unit Chief. What do you need from me?”

For a heartbeat, you weren’t sure if he was even going to try to talk to you again. His irritated scowl burned through you for another couple of heartbeats before he dropped a case file on the table between you two and turned around.

“I need you to follow up with the victim’s mother. Morgan said traces of cocaine were found in her system, but when he spoke with her she said her daughter wasn’t a user.” You snatched the file and immediately went to leave. “Take an officer with you. I’d rather you not go alone.”

Sadness surged through you at his words; with everything else going on he was still concerned about your safety. Doesn’t change everything else though, you told yourself firmly. You pulled on the anger you’d been hiding behind to snap,

“I think I can handle asking a few questions.”

At your tone, he turned to look back at you. Now his annoyance was joined by his authoritative frown. He capped his marker as he said pointedly,  

“I never said you couldn’t. I don’t want you going to a previous crime scene without backup. It’s not safe.”

Okay, so he had a point. You knew better than to go without a partner, but right now you didn’t want him to win. You’d lost everything else already today. Not this.  

“We’re in Middle of Nowhere, Nebraska, who’s Sheriff is also the deputy and the coroner. The only other officer that works here is a kid right out of high school that’s so overwhelmed with everything he’s hyperventilating in the break room. Who exactly do you expect me to go with?”

“You can wait for Morgan and Prentiss –“

“I’m not waiting, I’m getting this done. If you don’t want me going alone, then you can come with me.”  

As he stared at you, a flurry of rare emotions flickered over his face. For just a moment, he looked as sad and desolate as you felt. But as quickly as it’d been there, the emotion vanished and he turned his back on you again.  

“I… don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Right,” you bit out, giving a harsh laugh. He didn’t try to stop you this time, even when you lingered in the doorway pretending to struggle with the handle a bit. So, head held high, you stormed out of the conference room and let the door slam.  

xxx

Aaron had to be serious at work, had to keep his cold and guarded front up to protect him from the daily hardships and horrors you all faced. But when it was just the two of you – even better when Jack was with you – he let his icy front slip away. His smile was a rare treat that most of the world didn’t get to see. You’d been expecting one to break across his face any moment, but as the seconds ticked by you realized something was wrong.  

“I thought you’d be excited,” you hedged, clutching the other brochures to your chest as Aaron sat aside the one you’d handed to him. His face twisted into a frown and your stomach sunk.  

“Where is this coming from?” he asked, his soft brown eyes burning through you, cutting down the excitement you’d held onto all night. You tried to match his intense gaze but finally had to drop your eyes as you said softly,

“I just... You said last night it was too hard to keep splitting yourself between your home and mine. That you were worried about Jack not having stability. So I thought that if we all moved in together, we could -”

“[y/n], that’s not – I didn’t mean we should move in together.”

For several long, painful moments a thick silence hung between the two of you. You may have been the newest profiler on the team, but it wasn’t hard to read his micro-expressions. The way his lips pressed tighter together, the shift of his brow and the tensing of his jaw... Now how he couldn’t even meet your eyes.  

“You want to break up.”

Aaron didn’t correct you. Instead, he stood and put his back to you as he started cleaning up the dishes from breakfast. You were rooted to the spot, eyes burning into him as he murmured,  

“It wasn’t fair of me to burden you with my own problems. I knew... I knew that after Hayley, anyone I took interest in would be left to pick up the pieces -”

“Is that what you think I’ve been doing?” you cut in, admittedly hurt by his words. “Is that all I’ve been to you for the last nine months? A cleanup crew?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then what am I to you?”

“I care about you, [y/n],” he said gently, a tone you’d only ever heard him use with Jack. He was treating you like a child. “But pretending that this will ever be more than what it is now isn’t fair to you or Jack, or even to myself.”

You recoiled as if he’d slapped you. Did he truly not see a future with you, like you had with him? Was this really just temporary? Had half a year really meant so little to him?

“You and Jack have been my world, Aaron. I’ve sacrificed so much for you and for your son that I never even wondered if you knew how much you both meant to me. Hell, I’ve been to more of Jack’s parent-teacher conferences than you have. I’ve sat with him all night when he was sick with that stomach bug. I love him like he’s my own son. Don’t you think –“

Dishes slammed into the sink and Aaron whipped back around, the gentle glint gone from his eyes. He fixed you with a cold stare that cemented you to the kitchen tile.  

“I know I haven’t been there for Jack as much as I’ve needed to be,” he started, voice thick with anger. You blinked in surprise – that’s not the point you’d been trying to make at all! “I’ve appreciated the favors you’ve done for me, but it’s clear you’re forgetting that you’re not Jack’s mother, [y/n]. You have no claim to my son.”

“No, Aaron, that’s not what I –“

“I don’t need you. I don’t need your criticism and I certainly don’t need you to remind me of the guilt I feel every day.”

You opened your mouth to throw out a scathing reply but hesitated as his words settled over you.  

“You don’t need me.”  

It was a statement, a realization of what he’d been hinting at since you’d handed him the brochure. He didn’t want to move in because he didn’t need you. A flicker of anger sparked in your chest and you finally took a step back from him, the hurt flooding your face.  

Aaron blinked at your reaction and the hard mask he’d put on just now crumbled away.  

“[y/n], I didn’t mean –“

Both of your phones went off at the same time; a new case. There was no time to dig into the words he’d just thrown at you, no time to pick apart what had just happened. You turned on your heel and snatched your bag off the couch and stormed out of his apartment before he could see the tears.  

xxx

As you pulled up to the victim’s house you angrily wiped the new tears off your cheeks. You’d spent the whole day reliving what had happened that morning, and each time the anger and pain doubled.  

Maybe he’d said what he did as a reaction to what you’d thrown out. You hadn’t meant to come off like you were insulting his parenting. Like you were ‘taking a claim’ on Jack. You were trying to show him how much you cared.  

Admittedly, the words hadn’t been right. Were they ever, in the heat of the moment? No, not usually. But the meaning behind what was said usually were. So did that mean Aaron meant that he didn’t need you?

“Focus, [y/n],” you sighed, running a hand through your hair to try and calm yourself as you got out of the car. You had a job to do that took precedence of the mess your life currently was. When you and Aaron had first started dating you agreed that your work would always stay a priority, and as mad as you were with him you knew it would be stupid to let everything slip away.  

So you forced back the mix of emotions and focused on the here and now as you knocked on the door. After a few minutes of no response, you knocked a little harder.  

“Mrs. Tanner?” you called, knocking again. “This is Agent [y/l/n] with the FBI.”

Still nothing.  

Her car was in the driveway, and she’d told Morgan and Prentiss earlier that she’d be home all day if they needed her for anything else. Following the unease in your chest – your trusty instincts – you tried the handle.  

The door was unlocked; your unease doubled. For a moment, you considered calling Aaron but dismissed it quickly. You’d take a look around and call him when you confirmed something was wrong. After your interaction at the station, you weren’t eager to go running back to him for help if there was no need.  

Unholstering your gun, you slowly crept inside. The house was completely silent. No TV, no voices, nothing. You eased through the house, gun up, looking for anything that might tell you that something wasn’t right. The ranch-style home was thankfully easy to maneuver. No upstairs to deal with, and the basement was just a small one-room square you could check in no time.  

After clearing the whole first floor, with no sign of Mrs. Tanner or any foul play, you began to wonder if you had just jumped to assuming the worst. Maybe she’d gone for a walk, or maybe a relative had come to pick her up. Maybe Morgan and Prentiss had swung back to grab her, for all you knew.  

But as you moved towards the basement door, the unease in your chest tightened a little more. The thought of going downstairs with no backup put you on edge. The open house was one thing, but alone on stairs, in a basement? That was admittedly a little much.  

You tugged out your phone as you paused at the door, hitting the speed dial for Aaron’s phone a you holstered your gun. It barely got to the second ring when he answered.  

“[y/n]?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Listen, Mrs. Tanner isn’t here. I mean, I haven’t cleared the whole house just yet, but so far it’s empty. I’m about to check the basement –“

“Don’t. That’s too dangerous. I already don’t like you there alone. Get back to the station and we’ll try to get ahold of her later.”

As combative as you’d been earlier, you admitted coming here alone was stupid and you were grateful for the order to come back. The thought of going into the basement… you shuddered and nodded to yourself.  

“Got it. On my way.”

“[y/n?]” he said as you went to hang up; you hesitated and felt your heart tighten just a bit. That tone of voice was one you’d grown used to. A hint of concern wreathed with the care he always made sure to give you. He’d been protective of you since the day you’d joined the team, and even now it seemed that old habit was dying hard.  

“Hmm?” you pressed, waiting to hear ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘let’s talk about this morning’, or even just ‘stay there, I’m coming to you’, like he’d done a dozen times before. But he just cleared his throat and dismissed,

“See you when you get back.”

Irritation burst through you as you hung up and shoved your phone back in your pocket. Honestly, you were more angry at yourself for letting your hopes raise up. What did you think, that he was going to profess his love for you and take back all that had happened? You huffed at your own stupidity and turned for the door.  

Hands fisted in your shirt and you were slammed back against the basement door. A shout of alarm left you, only to be cut off by a punch to the face. Instincts kicked in and you brought your knee up, catching your assailant in the stomach and knocking them back.  

The man – tall, dark hair, scar across his face like witnesses had said – lunged at you again. You scrambled for your gun but couldn’t move fast enough. He grabbed you again and threw you to the side, sending you careening into a side table. You crashed to the floor with the lamp, wincing as shards of glass sliced into your back.  

There was no time to register the pain; you skittered back as he rushed for you, hand landing on a piece of the side table. As he dove forward, you hit him hard across the face. He howled in pain and slumped to the ground. Desperation kicked in and you fumbled your gun out of the holster, but he recovered faster than you’d anticipated.  

He caught your wrists just as you pulled the trigger; the gun shifted and the bullet went just over his shoulder instead of through his chest. He slammed you into the ground and your head bounced off the hardwood floor, stunning you just long enough to make your hold slacken.  

“No –“ you gasped, trying to gain control of the gun as he wrestled it from your hands. A shot went off and pain burst through your stomach. A guttural cry left you and you slumped back in shock.

The man on top of you let out a laugh of excitement and scrambled back to tug your shirt up, checking what he’d just done. His hands came back covered in blood, and he grinned sadistically down at you as he patted your cheek and hissed,  

“You deserve to suffer.”

He shoved to his feet, and before you could even try to pull yourself together to go for your gun he was gone. He was going to let you bleed out; from the smile he’d given, you knew that was inevitable. You’d profiled the UnSub perfectly – he enjoyed the suffering of his victims more than their death.  

Which meant you might have some time to save your sorry ass, if you could pull yourself together. Ignoring the searing pain in your stomach and the feeling of your blood-soaked clothes plastering to your skin and the floor, you forced yourself to roll to the side so you could pull out your phone.  

You were already getting woozy, already feeling the dark, cold fingers of unconsciousness creeping over you; you weren’t letting yourself die like this. You hit the last number on your call list and managed to get the phone to your ear as you slumped back into the puddle of your own blood.  

xxx

Hotch frowned seeing [y/n]’s name on the screen again. There was no need to call again, not unless there was a problem. He held up a finger to Reid and Rossi as he answered.  

“[y/n], is everything –“

“Shot,” she choked out; his heart jarred to a painful stop. “Shot me. I need –“

“Reid, call 911, send an ambulance to Mrs. Tanner’s house. [y/n]’s been shot,” he barked, panic tight in his throat. Reid scrambled with the phone on the table as Rossi got to his feet with Hotch.  

“An ambulance is on it’s way,” he told her, voice dropping to be as soft and comforting as he could make it. He and Rossi got into an SUV and Rossi took off for Mrs. Tanner’s house. When she didn’t answer, he pressed, “talk to me, [y/n]. What happened –“

“Are you coming?” she whispered; he could hear the pain she was trying to fight off. There was a hint of panic in her words too, a panic that came with thinking she was going to die alone. He’d felt that before, and it sickened him knowing she was going through it now.  

“Yes, I’m coming. Just talk to me right now. I need to hear your voice, okay?”

“Aaron, I –” she coughed and gasped for breath; he could hear the blood pooling in her throat. “I needed you and you weren’t there.”

His heart twisted hearing her anguish, hearing the raw emotion behind her words. What he’d thrown out at her that morning came back fresh in his mind, and he knew that’s what she was thinking of too. 

“I know,” he told her, squeezing his eyes shut. A tear rolled down his cheek and he wiped it away hastily. “I should be there with you. I never should've let you go alone. I... I was wrong to say what I did. I need you, more than you can ever imagine. Jack needs you. Please, [y/n]."

Though he could hear her shallow, ragged breathing, he didn't get a response. No matter what had happened between them, he never should have let her go off alone. Hotch was right back where he'd been the day he'd lost Haley. Terrified and hopeless while he listened to the woman he loved die on the other end of the phone. 

Yes, he loved [y/n]. He hadn't said quite as much – and he'd all but ruined his shot at a happy future with her, but he loved her. It wasn't that he wanted her out of his life, it wasn't that he didn't need her (God, he regretted those words more and more with every second that passed), it was that he couldn't do this again.  

He couldn't lose someone else he loved, he couldn't bear the thought of having his heart broken again. So he wouldn't. He wasn't letting her go. He'd let Haley down, but he wouldn't let [y/n] down.

Rossi had just skid into Mrs. Tanner's driveway as Hotch threw the door open and jumped out of the SUV. He could hear the ambulance in the distance; he'd buy them the time she needed. Rossi was shouting about sweeping the house first, but [y/n] didn't have that kind of time.  

The door was open, and he could see pieces of wood and glass scattered through the foyer. The pieces crunched under his shoes as he followed the trail of destruction. And there, lying in an alarmingly large pool of blood, was [y/n].  

Hotch rushed to her side, one hand cupping her pale, cold face as he pressed two fingers to her neck, whispering a quick, rushed prayer as he waited... yes! A pulse! He let out a shaky, relieved breath and turned his attention to the source of the bleeding. Her shirt was already tugged up; his blood ran cold. The UnSub had done to her what he'd done to the other three women he'd shot. He'd checked to make sure he'd hit a fatal shot.  

Hotch refused to think about that. Refused to see her as one of his victims. He pulled his suit jacket off and bundled it up to slide under her head, then quickly unbuttoned his shirt to press to her wound. He tried not to notice how fast the blood soaked it.

"Aaron?" her voice was so soft he almost didn't hear her; his eyes snapped to hers as they fluttered open. She tried to speak again and coughed hard enough to bring blood trickling from her lips

"I'm here," he promised, lips tugging into a smile to try and reassure her. She took a shaking breath and lifted her hand. "[y/n], just rest -"

"Jack's appointment," she forced out, staring up at him intently. Aaron's brows furrowed. "For his – his physical. For soccer. Monday. He can't – you can't miss it."

A hundred different emotions flickered through Hotch in a heartbeat. As she was bleeding out, with the last of her strength, she was worried about making sure Jack got his physical? For just a split second he let himself smile; this was exactly why he loved her so much. Jack was her priority, even over herself.  

But the realization settled over him too quickly. If she was telling him about the appointment she was supposed to take him to...

"You'll be taking him," he started; when she tried to object, he pushed on and added a little more pressure to her wound. "I'll be stuck in my office. But you can take a long lunch. You -" Hotch had to clear his throat; when had he started crying? "You two will stop for ice cream, and you'll bring me back my favorite."

"Butter pecan," she smiled, letting her eyes shut. He patted her cheek gently, just enough to get them open again.  

"You'll both sit on the floor by my desk, and Jack will have you help him with that brain teaser you two hate." Tears were rolling off his chin, blurring his vision. He blinked quickly, not wanting to lose sight of her. She was still smiling, but this time when her eyes fluttered shut he couldn't get them open. "[y/n]? [y/n]!"

Hands grabbed his arm and pulled him back; Rossi had to wrestle him away from her as the paramedics swarmed her. Hotch couldn't focus on what they were shouting. He couldn't look away from her lifeless body.  

Rossi hauled him out of the house, to the ambulance where other familiar faces were gathered. Prentiss helped keep him sink to the curb as JJ knelt in front of him, saying something about cleaning him up. He let her take his bloodied hands as his head swiveled around.  

The paramedics had [y/n] up on a stretcher, rushing her towards them. He tried to stand but he couldn't get his legs under him. A pair of strong arms looped under his own and he was upright before he knew what was happening. Morgan practically lifted him into the ambulance after [y/n].  

"We're right behind you," he promised as the doors shut. Hotch instantly sank down beside her and watched her vitals appear on the screen. He blinked in surprise at the steady heartbeat.  

"Is she -?"

"She's stable," the paramedic promised. "She's lost a lot of blood and the internal bleeding is still a concern, but you managed to clot the wound in time."

"She's going to be okay?" He breathed, taking one of her small, cold hands in his.  

"Yes, Agent. She'll be okay."

xxx

"But daddy, this one has a pool! [y/n] and I can swim all summer."

"Don't you want the nice gym, though? You like playing on the treadmill."

Your eyes peeled open as you let the sounds of Jack and Aaron pull you out of a deep sleep. As you let yourself wake up, you realized you were in the hospital. The memories of the UnSub shooting you surfaced painfully fast and you grimaced, feeling the ache in your stomach.  

Not wanting to think about his dark, malicious eyes or the smell of his rotten breath, you focused instead on two of your favorite people. They were settled in a chair beside you, Jack on Aaron's lap, flipping through a brochure that looked more than a little familiar.  

One of Aaron's hands held yours, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin; a smile crept over your face.  

"I like swimming more," Jack argued. Aaron shook his head slowly.  

"No, no. I remember you saying you hated swimming -"

"That's not what I heard the other night," you teased, voice rougher than you'd expected. Both boys at your side whipped around to stare at you in surprise; Aaron's face split into a huge grin as Jack scrambled off his lap.  

"[y/n]! You're awake!"  

He climbed up excitedly onto the bed and, heeding Aaron's warning to be gentle, he threw his arms around your neck and hugged you tight. You carefully lifted your free arm to hold him to you, giggling in spite of all that had happened.  

"Hey, buddy!" You shifted to let him curl up against you, which he happily did. Aaron moved to sit on the side of the bed, hand still holding yours. You met his eyes and the grin on your face turned into a warm smile.  

"Daddy and the team caught the UnSub!" Jack told you, and instantly launched into a recap of what you assumed had been the last few days you'd missed. By the time he'd finished his overdramatic conclusion, you were trying to control your giggling so you didn't hurt yourself further.  

"My eyebrows don't scowl," Aaron laughed as you wiped tears from your eyes. "Who said that?!"

"Miss JJ," Jack giggled; you snorted and now it was Aaron's turn to double over with laughter. As you tried to catch your breath, your stomach twinged and you winced. Aaron caught the move you tried to hide and instantly he was on his feet.  

"Hey Jack, why don't you go get the team from the waiting room?"  

The boy at your side made to argue and Aaron's 'scowling' eyebrows drew together. He was scrambling off the bed before his dad could even give a real warning. The moment you two were alone, he was at your side again.  

"Do you need the nurse? We can up your dosage, make sure you're comfortable -"

"You came for me."

Aaron trailed off as you smiled up at him; he blinked in surprise and nodded as his mouth shut.  

"Of course I did," he managed, and you let your gaze drop.  

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply you weren't a good dad. And I wasn't trying to replace Haley -"

"You have nothing to apologize for. I overreacted, [y/n]. I never should've said what I did. I do need you. I can't imagine what my life would be like without you. I love you so much, I can't begin to think -"

Instantly your head snapped up; your mouth dropped open and Aaron instantly shut his. His face turned thirty shades of pink instantly as you asked in disbelief,

"You love me?"

"I -" he swallowed hard, and a wide, honest smile took over his face as he ducked his head. "Yes, I do. I love you. And I understand if this is sudden. I - I know that after what I said, you may not have the same feelings. You don't need to say -"

You'd been waiting way too long to hear him say that, to know you weren't the only one that felt that way. You grabbed his tie and before you could talk yourself out of it, you pulled Aaron to you and pressed your lips against his.  

He made a noise of surprise and then melted against you, hand coming up to cup your cheek. Before you could forget the whole point of the kiss you pulled back to rest your forehead against his.  

"I love you too, you dork," you teased, and he laughed in relief. As you two smiled at each other, a voice from the doorway said,

"Well it sure took you two long enough."

Morgan had Jack on his hip, coming inside to make room for the rest of the team. Now both of you were blushing and grinning like guilty teenagers. Jack grinned at the two of you as he asked,

"So did [y/n] say she'd move in with us, daddy?"

Aaron stifled a sigh – surprise apparently ruined - but you just laughed and wrapped an arm around his waist to pull him to your side.  

"I couldn't think of anything I'd love more."  

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Their Blood is on Your Hands

This is for @literallyprentissstwin writing challenge, I got “why can’t you forgive me” and I decided to do it with Matt. I did something a little different but I love the idea I had and I knew it had to be written.

The sound of the prison doors echoing through his head as he walked faster and faster to the interrogation room, he stepped in to see the man who asked for him sitting there at the table creepily smiling at him as he noticed Matt’s presence in the room. 

“Matthew Simmons, the very man who put me in here to rot.” he clapped, celebrating that his old friend had finally come. “So... did you get my letters?” he asked him as Matt sat down in front of him ready to find out what this was all about. 

“Why am I here Atkins? What do you need?” Matt questioned him, it had been years since he last saw him and now all of a sudden Atkins needed him for something. “If you want your sentence shortened that’s never going to work.” he informed him on his potential failed plan. 

“Not exactly, but what I do want to know is why can’t you forgive me?” Atkins asked him, he knew what the answer would be but he knew that what would happen next would be a whirlwind for Matt. 

“Really? You know why, you lied to me, betrayed me, the FBI and you killed innocent people! You know why I will never forgive you.” The agent listed to him, the anger in his voice increasing. 

“I know but you should, it will help you out a lot.” He told him, everything was set and ready to go, he had him right where he is. 

“I don’t understand” Matt said his face full of confusion, not knowing what he meant.  

“I have some information regarding a certain cult that you and your team are investigating.” The ex-agent paused. “But it comes at a certain price.”  he smiled to him, would Matt say yes, most likely but if not he knew what was about to come for him. The profiler’s face had turned from calm into panic. 

Matt walked out of the room with urgency, the shock he gained whilst in the room, grabbing his phone from where he left it with the guard he called his Unit Chief. “Emily, we have a problem, a huge problem. Please Emily I need you down here now, I’ll explain everything to you when you’re on your way” he told her in distress, his voice filled with panic, Emily telling him to calm down, letting him know she was on her way. 

Emily walked up to him, embracing him into a well needed hug. “You okay?” he nodded answering her question. “now where is he?” she asked him her body was bent up full of anger that someone was able to do this to one of her agents. She entered the room to see the disgraced agent still there waiting for Matt’s answer. 

“Really Simmons? Are that much of a coward that you had to bring in your boss to save you?” Atkins taunted, he wasn't expecting to go like the way it was but he was enjoying the fear that was coming out of him.” 

“Tell us what you know or I'll have you moved to another facility and make sure that your inmates know who you are. Do you really want that?” She questioned him, she could see he was confident but she knew she could bring him down. 

“Nice try Agent Prentiss but I won’t tell you what you need until he admits that it was all his fault.” Atkins told her, he wasn't going to play her game what he wanted was the truth from Matt and this was his way of getting it. “How would your family and friends feel if you let all those people die at the hands of the believer's cult Simmons? They would be incredibly disappointed, angry that you missed your chance of taking them down all because you’re a coward who couldn't even admit the truth.” he said knowing that he was aggravating him. 

“It wasn’t my fault and you know it, I trusted you and you betrayed me, everything that happened was on you not me” Matt stormed in heading towards Atkins only to be pulled away by Emily. “You said it was safe when it wasn't, you lied to me.” 

“No, you’re the one who made the call, it was on you not me. You could’ve easily said no but you didn't, at that moment you knew where I stood, I never betrayed you because I was never on your side in the first place Simmons!” the former agent argued back. “It’s your fault and you know it, you’ve known it for so long, you blame yourself but you can’t admit because if you do then that means you forgive me and that means you can’t put the blame on me, that’s why you can’t and won’t ever forgive me!” He shouted the anger filling his veins as he stood up. The room filled with silence as Matt’s lips trembling before he left the room. 

“What the hell was that all about? Emily asked him her mind full of confusion as to what had just happened. “When you said you explained everything to me I'm guessing it wasn't the full story?” She questioned her voice full of concern as she saw her friend sat down on the floor, his head leaning against the wall. 

“No it wasn't it.” He said sighing as he saw Emily coming over and sitting next to him. “Before I joined the IRT, I assisted in taskforce to takedown this small organisation, I asked Atkins to go undercover but what I didn't know was that he was already a part of it until it was too late.” He told her hesitating on whether he should tell her the rest. “I suspected something but I wasn't sure and that day, Atkins told me it was safe to go into the building but it wasn't, it turned into a bloodbath, we lost agents and those in the organisation, I blamed myself, I made the call and I still trusted him even though I knew I shouldn't of. It still haunts me to this day” he started to tear up, it had been years since he tried to forget it but in that moment it all came crashing down. 

“Matt this isn't your fault, none of this is your fault” Emily comforted him her voice was soft and quiet not like it was when the two were in the interrogation room. 

“What do I do? Do I just tell him it was my fault and he tells what we need to know or not and we put more people lives at risk?” he asked her, he knew what the consequences would be but he wasn't sure if he could go through it. 

“No, you tell him it was your fault he wins that is not what you want, he wants to see you suffer, you’re stronger than him Matt and yes he may have important information but we are not getting it like this. By not letting him win you’re stripping away one part of this nightmare and yes it will still be with you but it won’t affect you as much as it's affecting you now. Don’t let him win, don't let him take over you.” Emily advised him, her hand reaching his as a way to reassure and comfort him on the situation. 

“So what do we do?” Matt asked her, they had to get what they needed someway and with Atkins plan of the list he didn't know what Emily had planned. 

“We tell him that we don't want anything to do with him, it may not be the best way but it’s better than before.” She told him as the two started to stand up from their positions. Matt nodded agreeing to the plan. 

“And Emily thank you” He said to her, wrapping his arms around her as the two hug for a short time. 

“It’s okay, now let’s go talk to him.” Emily said as two marched on over back to where Atkins was waiting for them. They entered the room to still see him their sitting there patiently. “Our times up, we’re done” Emily commanded to him, waving to guard to let them know that it was over. 

“I hope you know what this means Agent Simmons because all those people who will die at the hands of the Believer’s cult, their blood is on your hands and I hope you can live that because eventually once people will find out the truth, there will be no one at your side.” Atkins warned him as he was taken away by the guard along with the agents following alongside him. The two of them watched on as Atkins walked back to his cell the guilt overriding Simmons’ body knowing that they missed their chance of bringing justice. 

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also, i´m willing to move up the deadline of my challenge to the end of august, but that´s it then bc i really want to get over with it then so i can plan the next one for my next milestone <3 

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🥀 @literallyprentissstwin‘s 600 Followers Celebration Challenge 🥀

wow, i can´t believe that i really hit 600 followers today! thanks to each and everyone of you, thank you for all the people i met on here, for all the friends, for all your support and love! <3 i feel beyond blessed to be a part of this & i hope i´ll stick around here for a while! 

as i saw, a few people did challenges when they hit a milestone. this is what i want to do too. please be patient with me. i may have hosted a few video projects with tons of people, but this is something different, so if there is anything wrong, forgive me. 

my challenge will be all about angst (wow, what a surprise). as a lover of angst, i love how everyone is so individual in writing it! angst is so much “fun” to read and write. & beyond all the tragic things that tend to happen in those fics, they´re still awesome and i prefer them over fluff anytime. 

in my challenge, you will get a prompt (which i will be taking from a prompt list on here). the story should be full of angst. if you make the ending happy, sad, open or closed, it´s your choice! just, add an extra cup of angst. also the length is totally up to you. 

this challenge will be criminal minds only!

concerning the characters: since i also wanted to give you as the writer a chance to choose, i´l handle it like the following: if you want to participate, send in via ask your two preferred characters for which you would like to write. after this, i´ll decide between those two for whom you gonna write this story. 

the story can be either a reader insert, OC, or monolog. you can do what ever you want :) 

here are some facts again: 

- application for participating: up until June 30th 2018 

- to apply: send in an ask where you tell me that you wanna be a part of this challenge & for which character you want to write (please add two characters, i choose between them then). 

- after i got the ask, i will chose an prompt and answer to your ask with that prompt. so please be patient with me, if i don´t answer immediatley. 

- deadline to send in your works will be July 30th 2018. if you need more time, it´s okay too. but please just send me a quick message. 

- all the works should be tagged under #literallyprentissstwinsangstychallenge. please add this hashtag so i can find all the fics and put them together on one list!

i really hope i didn´t forget any info. if you still have questions, please message me! i´m really looking forward to this! <3 

- aileen 

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