Surprise Meeting

Anonymous request: Can you please do a Spencer x reader where they’re secretly dating and the team meet her because she is his emergency contact when he gets hurt on a case?

A/N: Hi guys- first of all, quick reminder- I don’t stick to strictly canon for these, and I write the team I know best. It’s not the team that currently serves on the BAU, and it’s all subject to change. 

I know, my posts are random and I’m the least dependable with this, but I got this request a while back and I felt like writing it today. Things are kind of crazy in my life right now and this takes the edge off a little- thanks for reading, and feel free to send in requests. 


I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing, and rolled over with a groan to see an unknown number flashing on my screen. 

As I reached for my phone, I took in the time. It was after three in the morning. My partially sleep-muddled mind struggled to work quickly enough to figure out what was happening. As if on autopilot, I answered the phone and put it to my ear. 

“Hello?”

“Hi, I’m looking for (Y/N)?” said the unfamiliar voice on the other line. 

“This is (Y/N),” I replied. “Is there something wrong?” 

“I’m calling on behalf of Dr. Spencer Reid, I believe you’re his emergency contact?” 

At her words, I was completely awake. Spencer had told me he wouldn’t be home until the morning or early afternoon. The case had been on the verge of coming apart, and when I had last talked to Spencer before I went to sleep, he had been sure that they were very close to catching the unsub. My mind was whirling as I told the lady on the phone that I was on my way. 

As I drove myself to the hospital, I couldn’t stop thinking about Spencer and running my mind through the possibilities of all the things that could be wrong. As I stopped at a red light, I wished that I had asked her for more information. The short drive to the hospital seemed longer than ever before that night, and when I finally arrived, my heart was hammering. 

I walked in and immediately caught sight of Spencer’s team. I knew them from photographs and his stories, but he hadn’t been ready for me to meet them yet. I didn’t mind, but I supposed Spencer didn’t have much choice in the matter now. I approached them and they stared at me in confusion. 

“I’m (Y/N),” I said. “I’m- I’m Spencer’s girlfriend.” 

“Girlfriend?” echoed a thin blond woman whose arms were crossed over her chest. She had dried blood on her hands, and my heart lurched as it crossed my mind that that blood was Spencer’s blood. 

“Yes,” I said after a moment. “I know, this is a shock to all of you. He was going to tell you, but he wasn’t ready yet. I got a call a few minutes ago about him being hurt. I’m his emergency contact.” 

“You are?” The older Italian man who I assumed was Rossi, asked. I nodded my head. 

“How long have you guys been together?” asked a light-skinned black man that Spencer had told me a lot about- Derek Morgan. 

“It’s been six months, officially. We’d been talking for another six before that, so almost a year altogether,” I replied. “Look, I know this is sudden for you guys, but we can do the small talk later. Where’s Spencer? Is he okay?” 

They all glanced at each other, and then a woman with dark hair stepped forward, extending her hand to me. 

“Emily Prentiss,” she said. “Spencer was stabbed during a takedown. Last we heard, he was being treated and he should be okay, but that was-” 

She didn’t have a chance to finish, because a nurse walked up to all of us. 

“Who’s here for Spencer Reid?” she asked. I stepped forward. 

“I’m his emergency contact, he’s my boyfriend. But this,” I added gesturing to the group behind me, “is his team at the FBI. We’re all here for Spencer.” I got several grateful looks from the agents behind me. 

“Is he okay?” I asked. The nurse nodded and I felt a rush of relief flood through my body. 

“He’s going to be just fine,” she said. “He’s awake and asking for whomever is here.” 

We all followed her down several hallways to a door with the numbers 724 on it. She opened the door and then stepped back. Spencer was reclining in the bed, and he looked up as we entered. 

“Spence!” I breathed. I rushed to stand next to him and threaded my fingers through his hair. “Hey, love, are you okay?” I asked. With him right there in front of me, I wasn’t even thinking about the people who’d filed in behind me. 

“(Y/N),” he said softly, with one of those small smiles of his that never failed to make my heart melt. “Don’t worry, I’m okay.” 

“Spencer, you scared me half to death,” I sighed. 

“I’m sorry,” he said with a little smile. He glanced past me to the rest of the BAU. 

“Hi, guys,” he said to them. They chorused hello’s back at him and he glanced between us. 

“I guess you guys met,” he said, sounding slightly sheepish. There was a pause, but then Morgan stepped up beside me, grinning. 

“I don’t know why you would have kept this one a secret, Reid, she is way too pretty for you,” he said. Spencer grinned back at him and took my hand. 

“Maybe that’s why I kept her a secret,” he joked. 

Surrounded by all the people who love Spencer, I couldn’t help but feel doubly grateful that not only was my Spencer safe and sound, but also that, despite the circumstances, I’d gotten to meet the rest of his family. 

All That Matters

A/N: Okay all my works have been angst (with the exception of crack fics), so I feel the need to write some cute ass fluffy shit so I can prove to everyone that my heart isn’t a black chasm of nothing. 

Description: Everything begins to fall apart for Spencer and Y/N’s wedding day and they calm each other down.

Originally posted by sweetg


“It’s all ruined! Ruined I say!” Penelope screamed running into the room.

“What – what happened?!” you panicked.

“The flower arrangements got shipped to the wrong address, the minister is stuck in traffic, and Spencer’s pants!” she exclaimed breathlessly.

“Spencer’s pants?” JJ, your maid of honor, asked.

“He decided to go take a little walk outside –

“In the rain?” Emily cut her off.

“Yes…. And anyway, he tripped over some rocks and now his pants are all wet and muddy,” she explained.

Oh my God, oh my god. You were freaking out. You had been planning this day for two whole years and it had already gone to shit.

“No, no, no,” you paced back and forth.

JJ got up to comfort you, and Penelope started to pour a drink into a glass.

“Y/N, listen it’s okay. We’ll run to the store, get Spencer some pants. The minister is on his way and that’s what’s important,” she said softly as she rubbed your back.

“And the flowers?” you demanded.

“I don’t know……” JJ mumbled.

“WELL HOW AM I GONNA HAVE A WEDDING WITHOUT FLOWERS, JJ?” you screamed.

JJ jumped up, startled. Emily stared at you wide eyed. And Penelope started approaching you glass in hand.

“Sweetie here, this will calm you down,” she said, holding a glass of red wine in her hand.

“Penny, you’re a lifesaver,” you grabbed the drink from her hand. “Maybe all I need is a little alcohol to unwin-

SHIT! Midsentence your hand slipped, and you’d accidentally poured the drink all over the top half of your dress. The red sunk in between the lace embroidery, and bled into your strapless bra. All that could go wrong had went wrong. You sat yourself down on the white ottoman and wept.

“Y/N, sweetie, I’m so sorry,” Penelope mumbled. She reached for some tissues on the table and began to clean you up.

“Stop….” You muttered. She didn’t hear you. “Oh my fucking god, Penny, stop!” you yelled.

She looked up at you, tears stung at her eyes, “I’m sorry, I was just trying to help,” she sniffed.

“I know, honey. It’s not your fault,” you sighed. “This day just sucks,” you crossed your arms.

Emily walked over to you and touched her hand to your shoulder. “Look, I know everything isn’t going how you thought it would, but think about what matters,” she consoled. “You love Spencer, and he loves you. And one day you guys are going to look back at this day and laugh.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “Will you guys excuse me for a moment?” you asked, as you began to leave the room.

JJ ran over to the door and blocked it, Penelope followed. “No, no you are not going to get cold feet right now!” JJ scolded.

“We aren’t going to let you hurt Spencer like this!” Penelope added.

“Guys, relax. I’m just going to talk to Spence,” you explained.

JJ and Penelope exchanged a look and nodded. They believed you.

“Very well,” JJ hesitated, walking away from the door.

“And Y/N,” Penelope pointed straight at you. “Don’t you dare let him see you,” she warned.

You sighed, she was always one for being superstitious. But you nodded nonetheless for the sake of appeasing her. You opened the door and made your way down a bright hallway. It was honestly beautiful, unlike the deranged bridezilla walking down it. The glimpse you got of yourself in the side mirror was horrendous. All the crying you did reduced you to a panda, your dress looked was stained, and your hair was disheveled from your constant pulling of it.

When you finally made it to Spencer’s dressing room, you extended your arm to knock on it. Before you had the chance, however, Derek stopped you.

“Woah there, Pretty Girl, what do you think you’re doing?” he asked.

“Derek, I just wanna talk to him,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m freaking out, and Spencer is the only thing that will calm me down right now.”

He paused. “Okay fine, just don’t let him see you.”

“You too?” you groaned.

“Pardon?”

“Did Penny make you all superstitious too?”

“Hey, Y/N, it isn’t about superstition, it’s just a wedding tradition,” he defended. “But go ahead and talk to your Pretty Boy, I think he could actually use you too right now.”

“Thanks, Derek,” you smiled.

“I’ll give you two some privacy,” he said, walking out of the hallway.

You waited until Derek was out of the clear before knocking on the door.

“Spence, you there?”

“I think so,” he whimpered.

“How are you doing?” you asked.

“Pretty bad, how about you?”

“I’m not so good either,” you replied. You crouched down so you were now sitting on the ground and hugging your knees. “I thought everything was going to be so perfect you know?”

“Yeah, me too. I ruined my pants,” he commented.

“I heard….but it’s okay. I ruined my dress, so we’re both a mess,” you chuckled slightly.

You heard him laugh as well. “Hey, Y/N, I know neither of us are the superstitious, so do you maybe want to go outside and talk to each other? Away from all this.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled. “I’ll go out the backdoor you can…..

“Window, I’ll go out the window.” He offered.

“Okay, just make sure not to fall down again,” you joked.  

“Damn you, Mrs. Reid,” he retorted.

You laughed again and headed for the backdoor. You looked around every now and then to make sure no one saw you. When you reached the door, you scanned the hallway one last time. No one. Delightful. You opened the door and immediately were greeted by heavy downpour. You squinted slightly to look for Reid. The visibility was so bad you couldn’t see anything within ten feet.

“Y/N, over here!” Spencer called out.

You turned your head around, and saw your soon-to-be husband sitting on a long white bench. You pulled up your dress so you didn’t trip on the steps and walked over.

“You look stunning,” he complimented, standing in front of him now.

“Yeah right,” you scoffed, sitting yourself down. “I look awful.”

“Y/N, you want to talk about awful? Just look at this,” he pointed to his extremely dirty pants.

“We can both be messes together,” you giggled.

“You’re my mess though,” he kissed the top of your head.

You rested your head onto his shoulder and sighed. “I lied to Penny and said I wouldn’t go see you.”

“She would freak if she knew we were here,” Spencer commented.

“Yeah, she would probably be showering us with four leaf clovers, horse shoes, and rabbit feet,” you laughed. “Why are rabbit feet considered lucky anyway? Seems weird as hell.”

Spencer wagged his finger, his classic sign before a rambling session. “The common North American myth originates from the African-American folk spirituality known as hoodoo,” he began. “It’s said that rabbit’s feet are lucky because of their reproductive habits, so carrying a rabbit’s foot was thought to help with fertility.”

“Oh, well we don’t have to worry about that for a while,” you said.

“If Garcia knew about that, I think she would give us rabbit feet non-stop. She always loves a potential godchild to spoil,” he chuckled.

“I can’t wait for that,” you beamed.

“For kids?” he asked.

“All of it. I can’t for us. I can’t wait for us to get married, to have kids, and I can’t wait for us to grow old together,” you answered.

“Me neither, Y/N,” Spencer gushed.

He leaned his forehead into yours and pecked you on the lips.

“Ready to go back inside?” you whispered.

“Absolutely,” he smiled.

You both got up, and held hands. You weren’t freaked out anymore. 

You had Spencer, and that’s the only thing that mattered.

Originally posted by toyboxboy

How could he not get it? He was suppose to be a genius. You would think after telling him you thought he was cute and flirting with him, even going so far as asking him out for coffee he would get it. So you started ignoring him, thinking maybe he would figure it out. But all he did was mention it to Emily. Which is why you were where you are now. “What?” Reid said confused. “(Y/N) is mad at you because you don’t understand her feelings.” “But- I do. Shes mad I get that but I wanna know why.” You sigh while throwing your hands up in the air and walking away. “y/n, I don’t understand.” “Yeah, I got that Reid!” you yelled behind you, while leaving the room. Reid just looked at Emily with complete look of confusion. “Wow Reid, and here I thought you were a genius.”

Requested~

What He's Always Wanted (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: hi guys! So I am currently swamped with requests so if you request something, it might take a while to be posted.
Warnings: injured animal
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader is a vet tech
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: Reader is a genius much like Reid
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Spencer ran down the street, holding the little animal in his arms.
About 10 minutes ago, Spencer was spending his Sunday by walking down the streets of D.C. until he passed an alleyway where he heard whimpering.
Spencer, being the curious soul he is, had to see what it was.
“Hello?” He asked, his voice raised as he recognized the sound.
He walked deeper into the narrow street and then he saw it.
A little chocolate lab puppy was limping behind a garbage can.
He gasped as he bent down to reach for it, carefully stroking its small head.
“Come here sweetie.” He said picking it up gently.
He could instantly feel its bones under its soft fur.
He carefully stroked it as he carried it back onto the street.
The rapid breathes worried Spencer and he was scared for the puppy’s life.
He knew there was a vet somewhere around where he was, so he scanned signs and shops, but his attention was drawn to the dog when the rapid breathes stopped.
“No no no.” He said shaking it ever so slightly to wake it up, but it wasn’t responsive.
He started picking up his pace, ended up running down the street, eager to find help fast.
Then he saw the little vet building across the street.
He didn’t even care about using a crosswalk, so when it was clear, he crossed praying the shop was open.
Thankfully, it was open and you saw a man holding a little brown puppy, worry plastered across his face.
“Can… can you please help me? I found this puppy and I don’t think she’s conscious.” He said quickly.
“Yeah bring her back here. How long has she been out?” You asked putting gloves on and pulling a new sheet over the bed as he laid her down.
You slowly and gently started pumping down on her body, trying to revive her.
“If she isn’t breathing in six minutes she could go into cardiac arrest.” The man said running his fingers through his hair in distress.
While continuing to give CPR, you checked her gums for any discolor along with checking for dehydration.
All of a sudden, she opened her eyes and started whining.
The man let out a deep breathe and you smiled as the puppy started panting.
You quickly gave her supplements and a bowl of water that she quickly lapped up.
The man smiled and pet her head as she drank the water quickly.
“You brought her in just in time.” You said making him look up at you and smile.
“I just found her in the alley and I knew she wasn’t okay.” He said bringing his attention to the puppy again. “Oh I’m uh Spencer by the way.” He added with a small smile.
“I’m Y/N. Do you think your gonna take her with you?” You asked pretty confident that he will.
“Oh no no. I can’t have a puppy, I don’t have room in my apartment or the time. I would take her but she would be so alone all the time and no one would take care of her.” He said with a hint of sadness in his voice.
“Well… do you want her?” You asked.
“Of course I would love to have her if I could.” He sat gently petting her head.
“How long are you gone?” You asked, an idea sparking in your mind.
You can tell that he really wants to keep her.
“Umm it depends. My job requires lots of traveling so I could be gone three to seven days in a row. If we don’t have a case, then I will work two days a week going through files.” He explained.
“Well, tell you what, if you take her, and I’m offering because I know you want her, I can give you my number and I can dog sit while your gone. I don’t have a pet, believe it or not, so I would enjoy it.” You offered with a smile.
“R-really?” He said, his face lighting up at your offer.
“Yeah! It will give me something to do on my downtime and she’s a real cutie.” You said rubbing her stomach as she laid down.
“Oh thank you thank you! That is really generous of you!” He said with a big smile on his face.
“Yeah no problem! I’m going to grab her some food real quick. You look hungry little one.” You said talking to the dog.
You walked into the back and grabbed a bowl with some protein rich puppy food.
The little dog ate up all of the food quickly as Spencer watched her admiringly.
“Considering she’s 23 pounds, I recommend one and a half cups of this dog food and plenty of water each day. If anything happens or she’s acting up, give me a call and I’ll check her out. If you want to take her now your set to go. I’ll give you bowls and food.” You said placing them on the table.
“Thank you.” He said as you put them in a bag.
He took it and you wrapped the puppy in a pink blanket before he held the small puppy in his free hand.
“Thank you again.” He said as he walked to the door.
“Wait! My number.” You said running around the counter with a pen.
He frenzied for something to write on but you gently took his hand and wrote your number on his skin.
“Thanks.” He said quietly before leaving the vet.

No Mistake (Hotch x Reader)

Originally posted by lilygarlands

Title: No Mistake

Request:  Hotch x reader where reader is a literal child like talks to dogs like they are children and obsessed over Disney and is on the team. Hotch finds her drunk , like wasted at a bar and takes her home cause he is worried and she starts flirting with him and kisses him but he pushes her off cause he likes her but he knows this is wrong cause she’s drunk. She comes to work the next day and is on task but is very closed off espeicially with Hotch and then after the case Hotch calls her into the office and she freaks out and starts babbling  Eg : ’ Look I’m sorry about last night.. that will never happen again I would never kiss you no I mean it’s not that you are’t kissable you are very kissable I mean not like that. You can end it however you want but I would prefer fluff and happiness

Pairing: Hotch x Reader

Triggers/Warnings: None

Words: 848

A/N: Ah first one in a WHILE, I’m a little rusty! But I hope you like it! Still doing all your requests! Keep em’ coming! Xoxo

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The room was blurry and spinning, your mind was fizzy and out of control. The clattering of your shoes against the wooden planks of the cheap bar shook the walls as you stumbled for the door. You let out a yelp as a loose floorboard caught you off balance and you fell into two strong arms who dragged you outside and into a vehicle.

The whole car ride was not memorable as you stared out the window the whole time. As the car pulled to a stop in the driveway you began paying attention more, still completely wasted.

Those strong arms lifted you out of the car and carried you inside a smaller house. You smiled slyly to yourself, knowing exactly where you were, even in your drunken state.

Aaron Hotchner’s house.

The man of your dreams. The man who always made you smile and feel safe. Someone who you had always had feelings for, but had been too shy to say anything.

“Hey Y/N, just lay here and don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back,” Hotch said as he laid you down on a soft couch. You groaned as your head pounded in pain. He quickly returned with a glass of water, a worried expression on his face. He knelt down beside you and held the glass in your reach.

You quickly sat up and pulled him onto the couch beside you and climbed on top of him, knocking the glass to the floor.

“You always take girls home like this?” You purred into his ear.

Hotch inhaled sharpily. “I was afraid you would get yourself in trouble.” He bit his lower lip as you wrapped both your legs around him. Even when you were trashed, he still thought you were insanely beautiful. The woman he wanted to be with all the time, no matter the circumstances.

“Would I get in trouble for flirting with the boss man?” You whispered, pressing your forehead against his.

“Y/N,” he started to say, but you cut him off with a kiss. His lips were soft and yet hesitant, but he kissed you back within seconds. Your hand cradled his cheek as you deepened the kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you gasped in surprise.

Suddenly he broke the kiss, “Y/N, I can’t do this. I’m taking you home. Now.” He spoke sternly as he gently pushed you off him and went to fetch his car keys.

You could feel tears burning in your eyes, feeling embarrassed and shocked.

-

The next day was rough. The current case involved missing women possibly being abducted and tortured, due to finding a female body, beaten and stabbed on the side of a road in Florida.

You tried to avoid contact and conversation with everyone, keeping yourself on task and just trying to get all your work done.

A loud voice broke your focus. “Y/N, can I see you for a second?” Hotch asked, then turning around and walking back into his office with the door half open.

You stumbled up the stairs, feeling your cheeks flushed and your breathing quickening. You walked inside and quietly shut the door as you turned around to face him.

“Y/N, I just wanted-“

“I’m so sorry for last night! I remembered what happened this morning and oh god I don’t know! I was lonely last night and made the bad decision of having one too many drinks and then ended up kissing you which was a mistake.  Not that kissing you was awful or anything I just…” you trailed off in fear as your eyes went down to your shoes, shuffling them.

He stood from his desk and walked towards you, your eyes still glued to the floor.

Hotch’s two hands suddenly cupped your cheeks and brought your face to his, giving you a sweet light kiss.

“What are you doing tonight?” He whispered with a smile.

Originally posted by exonev

You and Reid had just finished talking about the crime scene you were at when you left to go talk to Hotch when Derek approached Reid. “You two should go get a drink when we are done here.” “What? Why?” Reid looked at Derek confused. “Because I think you two work good together”. “I don’t think we would go any good for the case if we were out getting drinks, it would be better to talk at the station discussing it with everyone” Reid said genuinely. “And here I thought you were a genius” Reid made a face at this “What-?” “Reid. I wasn’t talking about the case” he said while rubbing Reid’s head and walking away.

Requested~

Talk, Talk, Talk

This is a jotch fic requested by the wonderful @dontshootmespence. It’s actually the first jemily that I’ve written, so I really hope I did alright haha. Please, please enjoy, my loves :)

JJ loses Will after Hotch loses Haley. It starts as just two people confiding in each other, but maybe it devolves into other feelings, hmm?

“Hotch?” JJ gasped, pulling her sweatshirt tighter around her, “What are you doing here?”

Hotch held out the wine bottle, a sort of olive branch, “I figured you could use somebody to talk to you.”

“I’m fine,” She answered, lips a firm, straight line. He knew better.

“C’mon, just talk. It was a tough case, and what with everything that’s happened…”

“You wouldn’t unders-” JJ stopped because that wasn’t true. If anybody were to understand what she was going through, it would be hotch. He had gone through it, too. He’d been widowed and dragged down into the terrifying trenches of single parenthood. JJ sighed, “Come in,”

They end up settled onto the couch, wine glasses clutched in their hands, and popcorn on the table. That night, the two of them talk late into the night. JJ cries and Hotch hugs, shares advice. He’d learned things the hard way, and he knows that if he can do anything to prevent this amazing woman- coworker, he reminds himself- that she can make it through this, then he is most definitely going to do that. Just because he’s a good guy like that.

At 2 in the morning, JJ walks Hotch to the door, feeling tired, exhausted, and… better?

“Thank you, Hotch,” She tells him, “For everything. I really appreciate having somebody to talk to that actually understands.”

“You have no idea what I would have done to have somebody to just talk to after I lost Haley. I know what it’s like. I’m always here.” He reassures her, and she smiles softly as she shuts the door behind him and watches Hotch’s receding figure down the snowy driveway toward his car.


They do the whole ‘late night talk’ thing for a couple weeks after that. They do it every night they don’t have a case, and a couple nights that they do. It’s good and… familiar somehow.

One night, the dimness of the Jareau living room doesn’t feel like enough, and the two of them somehow end up at a coffee shop a couple of blocks over. Her mom volunteers to watch the kids, and JJ has the opportunity to talk and breathe and be out of a space that reminds her of somebody she lost, of a loss that left her as a widow and her children fatherless.

She tells Hotch how she feels, how congesting the house feels, with its haunts and memories, and she does her best not to shed tears (she’s stronger than this, dammit). But with Hotch everything feels easier and now Hotch has his arm wrapped comfortingly around her, his thumb rubbing soft circles against her palm, whispering quiet reassurances into her ear in the center of a coffee shop.

She tries not to think about how nice he smells and he tries not to attempt to pin down the scent of her shampoo (it’s vanilla and strawberries, he decides). They both fail miserably.

When they get up to leave, JJ realizes that her hand had been folded in his for the past hour, and that she’s reluctant to let go. She chalks it up to loneliness and the warmth of just having a good friend, and tries not to think about it too long as they step out into the cold, dark winter outside as they say their goodbyes.


At first, they try to keep it private, not make a big deal out of things. They’re just friends, it doesn’t matter anyway. But then one day, Hotch falls asleep beside her on the couch as some movie plays on the television. When the credits play, JJ doesn’t have the heart to wake him up.

In the morning, she makes pancakes and bacon for Henry and Michael. Hotch wakes up to the smell of the bacon and the sound of plates and forks and glasses clinking together. JJ left a mug of still-hot coffee on the coffee table for him to drink when he got up, made to order just as he liked it (black with the smallest amount of milk).

Hotch grunted as he rose off of the couch, shuffling into JJ’s kitchen to find Henry and Micheal chowing down hungrily on pancakes and bacon in the bright breakfast nook.

“Good morning, Mr. Hotchner!” Henry coos happily through a mouthful of pancake.

Hotch just smiles back at the young boy as JJ berates him for talking with his mouth full. He doesn’t say much over breakfast, he feels like he’s intruding and he allows Jareau domesticity reign over his silence.

When the two boys scurry off to get dressed for the school day, each pressing a kiss to their mother’s cheek, Hotch remarks to himself that for all of the sadness that plagues JJ, she’s an amazing mother, who has done an amazing job shielding her son’s from the pains of the world during her own troubles.

“You’re a really good mom,” He says quietly as he grabs for the last piece of bacon.

“Thank you,” JJ says back just as quietly, tensing a little for some reason that even she isn’t sure of.

She moves to do the dishes in silence then, and Hotch tries not to think too hard about how he possibly just messed up very much there.

The boys race back in ten minutes later, smiling and laughing and somehow making all sorts of noise as they get ready for the bus to come for them.

“Mr. Hotchner?” Henry looks up, “Can Jack sleep over at our place this weekend?”

“If it’s okay with your mom, “ Hotch answers, and all three of the boys look over at JJ in freakish unison. JJ tries not to think about how good the three of them look together, no sirree she does not.

“Jack is always welcome here,” She answers, and the way Hotch smiles back makes her insides feel a lot more at ease, which is weird to say the least.

After the boys get loaded onto the bus, JJ turns to Hotch, “Are you going to go home or straight to work?”

“I have my go bag in my car, I figured I’d just use that.”

JJ smiles, “We can car pool. It’ll be fun.” Hotch laughs at that and JJ smiles a little wider, “And Hotch? You’re always welcome here, too, just like Jack is.”

“I know, JJ.” He answers softly, “Thank you.”


The BAU profilers (and the brilliant technical analyst) start to notice the times JJ and Hotch car pool to work are starting to add up after about two and a half months of them car pooling with their late night talks and twice weekly trysts. Some of the junior agents are rumored to have started a betting pool about the whole thing. Everybody is very suspicious about the whole thing. But nobody, nobody, is more suspicious that Penelope Garcia.

The technical analyst has seemingly made it her life duty to discover what is going on between her unit chief and best friend. Unfortunately, all of her attempts at intrusion and infiltration proved fruitless. JJ and Hotch denied anything other than professional friendship. According to them, they worked cases together and that was it- yeah, right!

It all changed when JJ rushed into work late one day with her kids trailing after her. She looked a mess, stressed beyond belief.

“I am so, so sorry about this guys,” She told her coworkers, and she looked even more sorry about it than she claimed, “The babysitter fell through, and my mom is out of town visiting my uncle, and apparently nobody can babysit last minute on a Wednesday, and they didn’t tell me they had the day off until last night, and-”

“It’s fine, JJ,” Hotch said from the door of his office, “We all know they won’t make trouble. We understand.”

“Thank you,” She nodded her head in his direction just as Garcia appeared.

Children! Yay!” And then the vibrant woman was hugging the Jareau boys, “What did I do to deserve the pleasure of seeing my two favorite boys in the world today?”

“Mom couldn’t find a sitter, so we came to work with her!” Henry announced excitedly

“Cool!” Garcia announced, “Do you guys want cookies? I made some last night!”

They cheered, looking to their mom for the ‘ok’ before racing off after Aunt Garcia. After being fed and sugared, they collapsed in chairs, giggling as they played games on one of Garcia’s computers.

“So, can I ask you two something?” Garcia eventually turned toward them, deviously quiet, “You can’t tell your mom that I asked you this, okay?”

They nodded eagerly.

“Do you ever see your mom hanging out with Mr. Hotchner?”

“Oh yeah,” Henry replied easily, taking another bite of cookie, “He comes over all the time.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Little Micheal piped up, “He sleeps on the couch sometimes. We always have bacon the next day when that happens!”

Garcia smirked, “Interesting.”


“Gonna have to take a rain check tonight, Hotch” JJ said as she leaned into the doorway of Hotch’s office. She had felt much better in the weeks that followed the Incident of No Sitter a few weeks earlier.

“Oh?” Hotch grunted, trying to convince himself that that was most definitely not disappointed buried in his stomach because he hadn’t felt that since he had dated Haley, “Big plans?”

JJ shrugged, “Garcia insists on hosting this big slumber party thing for the girls. She seems to think that we need to bond more or something. I suspect that there will be lots of alcohol and giggling, and not much of anything else.”

“Alright, well, have fun. Don’t let Garcia get into too much trouble. We don’t want a repeat of what happened last time.”

JJ’s laugh was real and big and made Hotch’s stomach churn, “Of course,”

When JJ showed up at Garcia’s house, cheap wine in hand and an extra pair of sweat pants in her purse, she had not expected to be attacked by Garcia within the next two hours. But of course, she had willingly shown up at Garcia’s house. She should have expected something.

“Excuse me?” JJ repeated, incredulous. She never should have agreed to drinking so much if she knew this would happen, “Why would anything be happening between me and Hotch? We work together?”

Emily snorted from the chair across from her and Penelope laughed from her spot on the floor.

“How about the fact that you two frequently car pool to work together?” Emily supplied

“We both have kids that go to the same school!” JJ attempted to dispute

Emily continued to provide reasons that there was apparently definitely something going on between the blonde profiler and Hotch. JJ did her best to deflect them, and she did fairly well, all things considering, until Garcia smirked and declared, “What about the bacon?”

“What does that mean?”

“I have an inside source that tells me you always make bacon whenever he falls asleep on your couch.”

“WHY IS THIS BOY FALLING ASLEEP ON YOUR COUCH, JJ?” Emily drunkenly bellowed, “YOU LIKE HIM!”

JJ blushed, but okay she was much too drunk to properly be able to keep this up, “Okay, so maybe I… like him a little.”

Garcia was smirking and JJ hated it just a little bit, “We need details now,”

“I don’t know. He just… he was the only person that really understand what I was going through after I lost Will, and he was always there to comfort me, and always willing to talk…”

“JJ LIKES A BOOO-OOO-OY” Emily bellowed obnoxiously, devolving into nothing but giggles as she fell off her chair and onto Garcia’s hardwood floor. JJ felt like she didn’t stop rolling her eyes for the rest of the night.


“So, how was the slumber party?” Hotch asked, as he took his usual place beside JJ on her couch

“It was alright,” JJ shrugged, feeling her cheeks burn because they had talked about him, “I was right. Lots of alcohol and giggling.”

Hotch chuckled lowly, shaking his head, “Was there bonding like Garcia had hoped?”

“Yeah,” JJ said, taking a nervous sip of her wine and rather determinedly not looking at Hotch’s face, “We talked about, um…” She almost shared something she most definitely should not, “Well, we talked about lots of things,”

“Really?” Hotch laughed, leaning naturally toward her, “Like what?”

JJ looked up to find him incredibly close. Incredibly close. She could see every part of his face, every wrinkle and memory, smile lines and brow lines alike. He was chuckling softly, his lips pink, his face light, and before she realized what she was doing, she was swept up into the moment and found herself breathing out, “You.

“W-what?” He stuttered, surprised, just barely pulling away.

Oh, god. Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god. She had really screwed up, hadn’t she. Oh, no. JJ felt her face burn.

“We, um, talked about you,” She murmured embarrassed

“You did? About what? Did Garcia complain about her hours again?” He refused to believe that this wonderful woman that he liked so much talked about him to her best friends in a capacity that wasn’t purely about their work. There was no way she liked him enough. No way.

“No, um,” God, she screwed up, didn’t she, “The girls seemed to have noticed that we come to work together sometimes, and Garcia managed to get me to admit that…” It was all or nothing. JJ took a deep breath and look nervously up toward Hotch, still incredibly, comfortably close, warm and terrifying, “that I like you.”

“Really?” Hotch breathed out in surprise.

JJ nodded weakly, but Hotch didn’t move away, didn’t flinch in disgust like she had expected. Instead, after the original surprise subsided, he… smiled, “Well, that’s really, really good news, JJ because I like you, too. Kinda a lot.”

JJ smiled at that, because how could she possibly not. Her face lit up, beyond happy, beyond everything.

Hotch leaned in closer, and she could feel his warmth, his absolute electricity. She felt his shoulder bump against hers, and his elbow push into his couch, and then….his lips against hers. She tried not to gasp, but it escaped because it had been so long since she had felt this, power and passion and happiness all rolled into one.

When he pulled away, JJ groaned a little in disappointment. Hotch just smiled, slightly breathless, “So,” He said, “Good talk.”

JJ just laughed and kissed him again. Maybe they’d talked a little too much.  

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