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Hunter: Chapter 3

Summary: Strauss decides the BAU team needs a new field agent. An extra set of hands, an additional skillset, and a reduction of their stress. Hotch isn't pleased with the new addition to their team. Emily was hard enough to accept, but she was part of the family now. Things become even harder when Hotch realises it's someone he knows. Intimately.

Warnings: Language, innuendo.

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I watched across the table. She was emersed in the case file already, brows drawn in and mouth in a thin line. So different from how relaxed and open she was last night.

Sure, alcohol removes inhibitions, but she seemed to have a mask on.

"So we're looking at a serial rapist who keeps the kids for 2 weeks before killing them and dumping them? They're all found within an hour of being dumped. They're dumped in open areas with lots of witnesses. No one sees them, though. That's odd. Either they know how to keep a low profile or…"

"Or they know how to avoid attracting attention even if they are doing something that usually…" I trailed off, attempting to avoid repeating myself.

"Induces rubbernecking?"

I glanced up at Mika.

"In my old field, the people who were best at staying under the radar or avoiding attention were people who already had something to hide. I'm guessing they may either have a prior record that will make them an easy suspect were they to get involved, may already be a suspect, or may already have someone looking for them. Any of those things would make them extra cautious."

"That's basic profiling, fun-size," Morgan announced.

Her eyes hardened, and she glared at him beside me. "Does he call you names too?" she asked, looking to Reid across the aisle.

"Sometimes." He admitted.

"How about this? How about you find some way to feel secure other than putting down those you feel intellectually threatened by?" She snapped.

Reid smirked narrowly as she looked back down to the file.

Morgan scoffed and sputtered momentarily. "I feel intellectually threatened? You…"

"Enough," I said firmly. "Back to the case."

I won't be having them work together.

"Reid, anything?" I asked.

"I concur with Agent Leeds…"

"Mika."

"Mika's lead. I think he's got a record or something similar. He's probably in his late 30's, or early 40's. They've likely been in the system for a while, have a history of violence, or are on a registry. People who are attracted to children don't go unnoticed."

She nodded. "Exactly."

She immediately found someone similarly alienated and allied herself with Reid to make it harder to criticise her.

"Likely a white male. Lower class."

Mika nodded.

I leaned back and sighed.

"We likely won't know much more until we can go over the paper material at the station. They have less than half their files accessible online by their own report."

"Guess Pretty Boy is gonna have some reading to do," Morgan said, leaning back.

Reid sighed. "Mika, what's your reading speed and comprehension?"

"1,400 words at 95% comprehension. Not great, but," She shrugged.

"You'll do fine," Reid said, nodding slightly.

"How fast do you read?" She said, leaning over to face him.

He pursed his lips. "20,000 words per minute."

She blinked a few times. "Shit. And you think my measly 1,400 isn't gonna slow you down?"

Reid sighed slightly. "It isn't just about the speed. It's about your comprehension. You have 95% comprehension at 1,400 words. You could read faster and still maintain the majority of your comprehension rate. You'll keep up fine. Don't worry."

Mika smiled.

"Alright. Reid and Leeds will get a start on the paper trail, and the rest of us will go to the most recent scene."

Mika and Reid nodded.

Rossi stared at me from across the table.

His eyes read one thing. What aren't you telling me?

"Later." I mouthed.

He hesitantly nodded before looking over her shoulder.

"Why is yours so small?"

"I have 20/20 vision. Do you?"

He gently flicked her upper arm, and I frowned.

"No, and you know that."

You know her.

"I keep telling you to get glasses, but no. You'll only wear them in photos to look smarter."

"Is she your kid?" Emily asked.

"Niece."

I felt the colour drain from my face abruptly.

"Likes poking fun at me like her mom did when we were young."

She smirked. "Hard job, someone's gotta do it."

I checked my watch. "We should be there in about 3 hours. Everyone, get some rest. Unless Garcia manages to forward us more documents, we've hit a wall."

Mike brushed her foot against my ankle as she stood, and I had to resist watching her go.

What happened last night cannot affect work. How ironic that you should lecture her on that when you're letting affect you.

I stood up, walked back into the coffee bar, and refilled my thermos.

"Is Dave gonna kill me with he finds out?" I asked lowly as she worked on a Redbull.

"Dunno. He's kind of like a brotherly uncle. Like he and I bicker like kids. He's pretty protective of me, though. I won't let him bite your head off, though." She said, rolling her neck.

"Mmm. He was around a lot when you were young?"

She nodded. "My dad dipped out when I was a kid, and Uncle Dave was just there most of the time. Mom never complained, especially when my dad abruptly promised to pay for college and then dropped off the earth again. Uncle Dave put me through college as long as I had good grades."

I nodded and sipped at my coffee. "How are you."

"Solidly un-hungover now."

I sighed lowly and looked into my coffee. "Not that."

I glanced at her smirk in the corner of my eye.

"Good. Sore, but good. You?"

"Good."

"Eating your earlier words?" She teased, chucking the can in the trash.

"Go sit down," I said, softly.

"Aye, aye, Heffe." She teased, walking past me.

I nursed my coffee for quite a while before slipping into the bathroom. I glanced into the mirror, observing the dark circles under my eyes. I turned the faucet, splashed some water on my face, and pat dried my face. I turned the faucet off before stepping out.

And bumping into Dave.

"It's later."

"Later, later, Dave."

"Nope." He said. "How do you know my niece?"

I sighed and leaned against the door.

He slid the curtain closed. "Not getting out of this one. You're not even half-assing trying to hide how you feel. You're doing a shit job."

"We spent last night together." I whisper-blurted.

He stood, staring at me. "All this for one night?"

"She's the first person I've been with since Haley died."

Dave nodded. "Got it."

"I do like her, Dave."

Another nod. "I can tell." He said, humour in his voice.

Mika popped her head in. "If you two gossiping hens are done, the seatbelt light is on."

Dave ushered her to her seat and quickly sat as well before the jet jerked.

I slid the back of Derek's seat and Reid's seat. "Shit." I hissed under my breath.

Derek grabbed my arm and pulled me back past him. "Careful boss. No bumping around."

Dave chuckled as I sat and buckled in. "You good?"

I huffed and leaned my head back.

My phone buzzed, and I checked it.

-We can talk more later. - Mika

I breathed a sigh of relief.

-Looking forward to it. Get some rest. - Aaron.

She smiled and leaned her head against the rest before closing her eyes.

My chest ached with the same affection as last night. I saved her number on my phone and forced myself to close my eyes as well.

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decieve-ineigle-obfuscate · 2 years

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Hunter: Chapter 2

Warnings: Language, innuendo. That's it!

1.5K Words

I groaned and slapped at the alarm going off. "Shut the fuck up," I muttered.

"It's my phone."

The fuck?

I glanced up. "Oh. Hey."

His chest rumbled as he chuckled. "Work. Gotta get going." He groaned, sitting up.

"Yeah, me too. Want coffee?" I asked, pulling on a clean pair of underwear and a tank top.

"Sounds good." He said, pulling his boxers on.

"You can throw your clothes in the dryer to get the wrinkles out."

"Thanks, Mika." I opened my bedroom door and walked across the living room to the kitchen.

I started the coffee maker and dipped into the laundry room in the half-bath to start his clothes. I walked back out and grabbed two mugs.

"You coming out?" I called.

"I don't have to worry about a roommate seeing me, right?" He called.

I chuckled. "Hell no. Not unless you're worried about the fish on the coffee table."

I turned and bumped into him.

"Not particularly." He replied.

I smiled up at him. "Wanna do this again," I said lowly, resting my forehead against his chest.

"Me too. I don't do this often…"

Oh, tell me he didn't just cheat with me.

"The one-night thing. Relax. Your whole body tensed up."

I chuckled. "Do I look like I'm going to judge you for getting laid?"

I set the coffee down beside him as he scribbled something on the notepad on my fridge.

"There's my personal number. You do remember my name?"

I chuckled. "I don't even know what day it is, but yes… Hotch."

He dipped down and kissed me again before drinking his coffee.

"Need any Advil?" I asked.

He hummed in approval.

I opened my cabinet and grabbed the bottle. I turned and handed him the bottle.

"You know how to open this, right?" I teased.

"You kidding? I'm geriatric, need this shit all the time."

I chuckled and chuckled a couple bagels in the toaster. "Want breakfast?"

"Wow. Coffee and breakfast?"

"You fucked me stupid last night and took care of me. Yeah. You get coffee and breakfast."

He smiled before hiding it with his mug. "Yeah, I'd love a bagel."

His phone rang, and he promptly answered. "Yeah? Hotchner."

Someone spoke on the other side of the line.

"Slow down, Garcia… I'll take care of it when I get in. Take a deep breath, don't worry. Okay. No, don't sound the alarm."

I chuckled quietly. He smirked and pressed a finger to his lips.

"Bye, Garcia." He hung up and set his phone down. "My technical analyst is freaking out over something."

"She sounds adorable," I said.

"Oh yeah. I need to get her drug tested, though."

"We all have a coworker like that." I chuckled as I pulled bagels from the toaster. "Cream cheese or jelly?"

"Cream cheese, please."

I slathered both in cream cheese before handing his plate to him and sitting on the counter with my bagel.

We sat in comfortable silence as we ate. I finished two additional cups of coffee and made my hangover remedy before the dryer buzzed.

"Got it!" I shouted at the dryer's persistent buzz.

I heard him laugh as I bent over and grabbed his clothes. They were warm and still smelt like his cologne.

I walked out and handed him the hangers. "Go get dressed, or you're gonna be late."

He walked off to my half bath. "You could join me, and I'd be really late!"

"Move your ass, Hotch!" I said, laughing brightly.

He darted out a few minutes later, securing his watch and grabbing the briefcase I'd grabbed from the taxi.

"Promise to call?" He asked.

I kissed him. "Pinky promise. If I break my promise, you keep my pinky."

He chuckled and kissed me back.

"Git before you're late!" I smacked his ass on the way out.

I closed and locked the door behind me, smiling slightly.

I walked into my room and pulled pants on, tucking my tank top in. I fished through my closet and grabbed my leather jacket.

Upon stepping back into my living room, I grabbed my bag, wallet, and gun.

I slipped my shoes on and left my apartment. I climbed into my car and drove to work, listening to my Van Halen playlist.

Upon arriving, I ran in. "Section chief Strauss wants to see you, Leeds."

I nodded and rushed up to her office. "Morning, Boss," I called, slipping past her secretary.

"Agent Leeds, I have a secretary for a reason. Please let them do their job."

I nodded. "No problemo, boss. Whaddya need?" I asked.

"Are you hungover?" She asked, surprised.

"Uh… only mildly. But yeah. What did you need?"

She leaned back in her chair.

Oh shit, here we go.

"I'm reassigning you to the BAU."

"The shrink unit?" I asked.

She sighed. "The behaviour unit. They have one of the lowest rates in the bureau. They take the fewest cases; they're habitually on backorder. They're nerds. You are a woman of action. I need you to — pardon my language — kick them in the ass."

I nodded.

"Given your history as a bounty hunter, you have some background with criminal profiling. You, however, understand how necessary action is. Get them going. Help them out. I've already told the supervisory agent. Go in, talk to him, and get to work. Understood?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

I spun on my heel and walked to the BAU bullpen.

Several of the agents in the room looked up at me like I had two heads.

"I need to speak to your supervisory agent," I said.

A blonde pointed upstairs. "First office."

I nodded and crossed the room, and walked up to the office. I lifted my hand to knock, but the door was open.

"Strauss reassigned me. She said I was supposed to talk to you."

He lowered his cup of coffee and promptly choked on his drink.

"Oh, shit!" I gasped, patting his back. "Are you okay?"

He choked a second more before nodding. "Fine, come in."

I followed him in, and he sat.

"Close the door, please."

I toed it closed behind me.

"We don't have to talk about it–"

"What happened last night cannot affect work–" We said in tandem.

I smiled. "I had no intention of letting anything personal affect me… sir."

The corner of his mouth quirked up once more. "I would like to talk about. Later, though."

I nodded.

"Do you know why Strauss reassigned you here?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"Do you feel comfortable sharing?" He asked, opening my file.

"She felt you deserved an extra field agent to take some stress off," I replied.

"She thinks we're not efficient enough. I've heard it before."

"She didn't mention anything about that to me."

He glanced up. "Behaviour profiler. I know when you're lying."

Don't say anything stupid…

"Then you know I wasn't lying last night, at least."

He chuckled. "Yes, I'm well aware. Bounty hunter?"

I nodded. "Yessir. I started out working as a separate entity. I then worked bail enforcement. I applied for the FBI shortly after and was assigned to violent crimes. Strauss believes due to the necessity of criminal psychology in my previous line of work, I won't slow you down."

Hotch nodded. "Okay… talk to JJ. She's the blonde woman in the conference room. She'll get you a desk. I have to go… get something."

I nodded. "Do you have something you'd like me to call you?" I asked.

"Hmm?" He asked.

"Sir, boss, agent Hotchner…"

"Hotch is still fine. I'll see you later…"

"Leeds or Mika is fine," I replied, opening the door.

He stepped out, and I followed him.

I walked back across the bullpen and up to JJ.

"The boss said to speak to you about a desk?" I said slowly.

"Yeah. Hold on." She gathered a bunch of folders in her arms and walked me over to an empty desk. "Here you are. It's a bit bigger so you'll have room to work."

I nodded and thanked her before sitting down.

"Don't get too comfy! We're heading out as soon as Hotch gets back!" She called, walking up into the office beside Hotch's.

Wow. Right off the bat.

Hotch returned about 10 minutes later, face set in a frown.

A thin man with curly hair stood and spoke to Hotch quietly, glancing over at me occasionally.

"Let's go! Wheels up in 10!" Hotch called after walking away from him.

I left the office and ran down to my car to grab my bag before meeting them on the tarmac.

I boarded and sat next to Hotch after he sat.

"Are you okay?" I whispered before everyone else boarded.

"Fine. No one told me you were coming, though."

"Oh! That bitch lied." I hissed.

He nodded slightly. "She likes keeping me on my toes."

I sighed. "I won't get in the way. I promise, Hotch."

He nodded. "I know."

I leaned back in my seat and listened as the briefing and conversations began.

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