S8E1- The Silencer

Blake pursed her lips into a thin semblance of a smile as she slapped the completed files on Hotch’s desk. “I thought you said you were going home.”

“Haven’t finished the reports quite yet.”

“No other Unit Chief is as obsessive about finishing the reports half as much as you.

Hotch huffed. “Well, of all the things Strauss can complain about, my efficiency is not one of them.”

The new agent bowed her head in sympathy. Oh, they both knew first hand how Erin could be. But only one of them had seen just how much she’d changed.

“Are you okay?”

Her brow furrowed. “What?”

“The man you were kind to who shot himself in the head?”

“Are you my mother now?” she teased, with eased Hotch’s worry.

“It’s kinda what we do around here. Speaking of, how are you getting on with the others?” Hotch asked.

“Oh,” she smirked. “It’s been nice.”

“’Nice’? Really, Blake?” Hotch groaned as he set his head down almost childishly on his closed files. “Out of all the words to get caught up on? You know it’s hard enough for them to get used to new people.”

Blake smiled softly. “It’s been ten years, and for some reason you still think you can boss me around.”

“At least this time I am your boss,” he looked up dolefully. “Though to be fair, you were being a bit of an ass.”

“Now or then?” Blake cocked her head in feign curiosity.

The Unit Chief sighed, rubbing his temples. “I’m being serious. Just… don’t make it any harder on yourself to adjust, okay?”

The older agent rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in a huff over his chest. “What is that supposed to mean, exactly?”

“I mean no offense,” he said through her glare. “You’re not the first to have trouble adjusting. It even took David a long time to get used to sharing with the team. I get it, you’ve had to focus on getting your career back on track and you’re in the mindset of only trusting yourself, plus “sharing” has never been one of your attributes, but I’m just telling you now that it’ll be so much easier for everyone if you just start opening up now.”

Her mouth formed a small ‘o’. “I am opening up! Dr. Reid and I-“

“-Are excluding the others,” Hotch finished seriously. “I’m used to dealing with you two geniuses, but the rest of the team have their strengths.”

“I know that,” she scoffed.

“Do you?”

Blake blinked, unable to formulate a response. After a few moments to collect herself, she sighed. “Look, it’s been a long couple of days. I’m going to go home and get some rest. You should, too.”

Hotch leaned back in his chair as she gathered her things from the bullpen and made her way to the elevators, leaving the floor dark and quiet. He ran his hands through his hair, his eyes falling on a collection of brightly colored pens with the British flag design plastered around the cheap plastic—Penelope’s gift from London.

“Why am I doing this?” he murmured to himself as he swiped up his phone and dialed an all-too-familiar number.

It picked up on the second ring. “Prentiss.”

He couldn’t help but smile. Even through the phone he could sense her grogginess. “Is this a bad time?”

“Hotch? What the hell are you doing up? It’s like two in the morning over there.”

He shot a quick glance at a clock, wincing slightly. “And it’s nearly seven over there, why are you still asleep? Don’t you have work?”

“Technically, yes, but I’m the boss so I’m allowed to be late.” She paused briefly. “How bad?”

“What?”

“The case, how bad was the case?”

His grin broadened. “You know how I hate to make light of this stuff, but why can’t people go back to just straight up murdering each other? Why even bother with any of this other nonsense?”

Her laughter in his ear didn’t sound half a world away.

anonymous asked:

headcanon about Hotch and SO and their baby/ toddler daughter? thank you :D

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Ahh I wrote an imagine like this!! It’s here, but I’ll do this anyway b/c I LOVE HOTCH DANG IT. HE DESERVES MORE. 

  • TBH, Hotch would be the best dad ever. FIGHT ME.
  • He would not want to miss a moment of his child’s life, even when he knew he would have to. 
  • He would definitely take a paternity leave, even though he’d feel bad about leaving the team in the lurch, he would know it’s necessary. 
  • He would wake up in the night to check on her, or just even to stare at her. His and your own perfect little miracle. 
  • He would treat her just like his little princess. 
  • When he does go back to work, you would send him pictures and videos of her, especially when the case got particularly hard for him. 
  • He would smile and laugh at the pictures, often because she was doing something silly or smiling or laughing. 
  • He would definitely call on video call and talk to her all the time, she would love her dad. 
  • When he’d leave when she’s a bit older, it would have to be in secret, since if she saw him leaving, she’d cry bloody murder and latch on. 
  • There was one case he stayed behind on just simply because he couldn’t bear to leave her. 
  • Her and Jack would become fast friends and close siblings. He’d be so protective of his little half-sister. 
  • He would fall asleep with her during her naps, and Hotch almost died from cuteness when he saw the picture you took of the two of them.
  • He has that picture framed on his desk now. 
  • He would make Morgan and J.J. the godparents, because even though Morgan and him don’t get along sometimes, he still respects him highly, and J.J. because it’s J.J. duh. 
  • His favorite thing to do after a case would be to just watch his angel sleep, and he would remember why he does what he does, and that she (and you and Jack) make it all worth it. 
Interrogation Techniques

For the anon who requested 45 and 58 with Reid “My eyes are up here.” “It would be a lot easier if you weren’t so attractive.”

Warnings: Some degrading language

‘Type killers’ always got under your skin a little more than random acts of violence. Seeing all those faces that looked eerily similar, murdered just for having the misfortune of sharing traits with someone else long gone. It bothered you even more when you were sitting and staring at a pile of woman who bore a striking resemblance to you.

Your teammates kept a close eye on your for the entire week, which only added to the slight paranoia that came with looking like murder victims. Once the guy was in handcuffs and shoved into an interrogation room you felt a weight you didn’t even realize you were carrying being lifted from your shoulders.

“We still need a confession.” Hotch announced coming into the room that your team was sat in, watching the unsub who seemed far too calm and collected. “We’ve got him on at least two accounts, but a confession for the other four would solidify his prison sentence.” The room was silent for a moment, all of their minds following separate trains of thought, but all arriving at the same station.

“I’ll go in.” You nodded, standing up from the desk you’d previously been stationed at. Spencer, who had been resting beside you shoot up immediately at your words.

“What? No!” You ignored him, turning to face your boss, straightening your back in a way you knew showed your determination. You knew what you had to do; it came with the job.

“Hotch, we all know his chances of talking are considerably higher if I go in and play nice. If you go in and start with that tough guy routine we’re going to move nowhere but backwards.”

“(Y/N) no.” Spencer stated using his firmest voice. His hand gripped at your arm and you continued to ignore him.

“I’ll go in, I’ll be able to catch him off guard, get him talking. If it- I mean if I’m not getting anywhere I’ll come out and you and Morgan can go in and do what you need to do.” Spencer’s hand tightened slightly and you lifted yours up to pat his, not breaking eye contact with Hotch.

“Go in. Play nice. If he gets too… crude. But no information is coming through you get up and you leave or I will come in and remove you myself.” You cocked an eyebrow before nodding and removing yourself from Reid grip.

“Gotcha.” You nodded turned around and swiftly removing the blazer you were wearing and popping open a few buttons on your shirt. You stood up straight and fixed your hair giving yourself a moment to collect your thoughts. When you zoned back in you couldn’t help but smirk slightly.

“My eyes are up here.”  You teased, putting a finger under Spencer’s chin and lifting. He glared. Okay maybe not a time for jokes.

“You’re not meat, (Y/N). Don’t unbutton your shirt for that pervert.” You smiled gently and moved your hand up to pat his cheek.

“You’re sweet Spence, but if it gets a confession out I think I’ll manage. I get similar looks from the creeps that stalk the subway. I’ll manage.” He made a soft noise of protest and you hushed him quickly, “I’ll be okay.”

Thirty seconds later you were swiftly entering the interrogation room, sitting in the chair and keeping your head down as you looked through the files, giving him a moment to really look at you. You felt a bit… dirty. Allowing yourself to be ogled at but when you looked up and caught his staring at you practically licking your slips you had to bite down a smirk. You’d gotten worse. Most women above the age of… well. Birth. Had gotten worse from people passing on the streets. Being leered at for a few minutes would be worth it if it meant this sicko was put away for a long long time.

The first few questions were easy. He answered them gladly, licking his lips from time to time, eyes focused on you. His comments were lude but not obscene. You were making progress.

“Do you know any of these women?” You asked, setting a series of photos out in front of him.

“No.”

“You didn’t look.”

“I’m sorry, Skank. But I can’t seem to focus. It would be a lot easier if you weren’t so damn attractive. Or if you had the decency to button your top.” Your body tensed. The profile pointed to all signs of him wanting to sexual engage his victims, not that their appeal angered him. You opened your mouth to ask again when you heard a shuffle from outside the door.

“Reid!” Emily called as Spencer burst into the room, face flushed with anger. You raised both eyebrows in surprise. Reid quickly approached you, gently grabbing you by the elbow and lifting you from the seat nudging you towards the open door where Emily stood looking shocked.

Spencer turned on the unsub not even waiting to make sure you left and his eyes became a kind of intense you’d never seen before. It was like they were oozing with anger. He’d never looked so intimidating.

“Hello, I’m that Skank’s husband, and I will be finishing your interrogation.” He sneered as you let the door fall shut. You stood completely shocked for a second, mind processing what just happened. Spence rarely ever lost his cool. You waited another moment before you allowed yourself the pleasure of a little smirk. That’s your man.

When it’s season twelve and you’re the only original profiler left from season one…

Masterlist!

Reader x Hotch 

Christmas Morning

The First Noel

Bar Fight

Cell Phone

Ex Boyfriend

Sofa

A Family

Freezing Cold (1,2)

Hit Me

Sick Day

Wounds

Pop

Separation 

3am

Paperwork Hell

Partners

Halloween Huntsman (1, 2

Reader x Reid 

By the Fire

Interrogation Techniques

My Beauty My First

Flu Season

In the Crossfire

Winner

Nerves

Hard Times

Dr. Doctor

Movie Night

Cutthroat Kitchen

Sexy

Worry Wart

Reader x Gibbs

In Need

Anytime

Bad Mood Blues

The Outcome

A Saint

Tit for Tat

Waiting

Little Sister

Watching You

Painting

Ex, Why, We

Storage Room

Excuses

Great View 

Reader x Dinozzo

When the Going Gets Tough

Breakfast

Dinner?

Fairytale

Mr. Jealousy

Reader x McGee

Dinozzo

Surprise Vistor (Implied)

Unknown

Drinks

Reader x Garcia 

I’d Never Leave You

Reader x Emily Prentiss 

Complicated

Reader x Derek Morgan

A Flirt

Heaven?

Understatment

Morgan

Reader x Rossi

Dream

im super into criminal minds rn !! im not usually too keen on crime shows but this one stuck to me cause the characters are so great ,, theyre all like a family and i really enjoy their interactions (as well as the cast, who are also great people !)

You’re the Boss

Pairing: Hotchner x Reader

Requested by anon: could you write imagine with Hotch,where the reader step-sister Penelope and helps her with her work (like an Intern).Once Hotch was asked to help the reader with something and she is trying to “quietly” seduce him.Aaron understands this and talks to her about it,but she continues to seduce him. Hotch tries to pull away,because she’s many years younger,but in the end loses,and it leads to hot sex in his office. Sorry if this is too much detail.Even if you do not accept,in any case, thank you :)

A/N:  When I talked about having a naughty dream, another anon asked for some rough sex with Hotch, and this only seemed fitting to the matter.  So major smut warning ahead.  Features a ‘sir’ kink and a bit of spanking in case anyone isn’t into that…

Originally posted by aarongregthomas

“I know it doesn’t sound that exciting, but my dearest pineapple, you have to start from somewhere,” Penelope said to her stepsister, handing her a stack of files.

“I know, I know.  Only way is up,” Y/N replied, grabbing the files and papers that she’d be instructed to organize in the filing cabinets.  Being an intern at the FBI may not have been the dream job, but it was going to look good on the resume and slowly but surely, she’d be able to climb the federal ladder.

“Garcia, do you have your debriefing paperwork?” Aaron Hotchner asked from his office door.  Y/N’s attention focused to the Unit Chief of the BAU.  The man had actually caught her attention since the minute she walked into the bullpen, his dark and stern gaze giving her goosebumps, the good kind.

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“How’s that hot chocolate, bud?” 

Jack took a sip and gave a small smile, “It’s good, daddy. But….”

“But?” Aaron questioned with a slight stern voice. It was beyond past Jack’s bedtime but he had insisted on staying up until Aaron came home and by the time that came, he had wanted some piping hot chocolate. 

“I should have asked [y/n] to make it.” Jack mumbled softly, taking another sip.

Aaron chuckled, “Did I not make it like [y/n]?” You had been babysitting Jack for almost a year now, falling into the job on accident when you had substituted his class one day. Jack had adored you so much that he made Aaron hunt you down to become his new babysitter. 

“No…[y/n] doesn’t use the packets, she makes it from scratch and adds big fluffy marshmallows.” Looking up at his father, he sighed. “I really like [y/n], daddy.” 

“I’ll make sure to get her recipe.” Raising a brow, he nodded. “I like her too, buddy.” 

Jack handed off his mug to his father, nestling into bed, he hesitantly spoke out. “Do you like her, like her?”

Tucking him in, “What do you mean, Jack?” 

Yawning, Jack closed his eyes. “I wish she never had to leave. I wish she could be my second mommy.” Before Aaron could utter a response, Jack was fast asleep, dreaming about building a gigantic fort with you. 

Pressing a kiss to his forehead, Aaron quietly left his room. His son’s last words were replaying in his head. Sure, he had found you to be attractive, it was one of the first things he had noticed when you had introduced yourself. He was stunned by your beauty and captivated by your charm involving children. Aaron noticed that kids gravitated towards you and Jack being no different. 

Never had he thought about pursuing something with you until now. It was extremely important to him for Jack to like any woman he would bring into his life. And if he could guess, Jack would never like anyone more than he liked you. 

Pulling out his phone, he dialed your number. “Hey, [y/n]. Sorry for calling, did I wake you? No, okay good. Oh no, no, Jack’s fine. Actually he just fell asleep, but I wanted to ask you something.” 

Egotistical Drunk Men - Spencer Reid

WARNINGS: NONE

Spencer’s P.O.V

“Hey! Pretty boy!” Morgan snapped his fingers, pulling me out of my trance, “Are you listening to me?”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, glancing over my shoulder one last time at the girl who had captured my attention earlier, and who I had not-so-subtly been staring at for the past half hour.

Her nose was burried in a hard cover copy of “The Dark Tower” by Stephen King. Three completely full glasses were placed in front of her from the multiple men that had tried to hit on her but failed.

She was more captivated by the book in her hands than the music that filled the room, and even when her stumbling drunk friends tried to coax her to the dance floor, she denied them.

“Reid!” Morgan called, it had seemed my short gazed lasted a bit longer than I expected. “Sorry,” I mumbled again, causing the team to share odd looks between one another.

“Oh I see,” Emily said with an evil smirk, her eyes traveling to the girl. “Pretty boy has a crush,” Morgan sang, catching on.

I knew better than to pretend like I didn’t when I was surrounded by profilers, “I just… Think she’s cute, that’s all.”

Morgan chuckled, “Alright pretty boy, why don’t you go talk to her then.” I shook my head, “I couldn’t, I mean look at her.”

“Oh come on, Spence,” JJ said, rolling her eyes. “She looks like your type.”

“She’s got a point kid,” Rossi coaxed, soon even Garcia and Hotch joined in. Everyone began giving me tips on how to approach the girl, what to say, what to do, and even what pickup line to use.

“Everyone settle down and let the master handle this,” Morgan said, causing a few scoffs to arise.

“All you gotta do, is walk over there, give her a wink, then flash that FBI badge, and boom, you’re golden,” He said, leaning back in his chair with a smile.

“Oh oh, and say ‘You’re under arrest for being too sexy’,” Garcia said, earning a laugh of approval from everyone.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“If you don’t, then I’m gonna go over there and get those digets because damn that girl is fine,” Morgan said with a smirk. I sent a glare in Morgan’s direction before hesitantly standing up, causing my team to start cheering, I quickly hushed them.

As I walked away they all leaned in my direction, they were close enough to hear everything.

I took a deep breath before hesitantly walking over to the girl. “Um, hi,” I said quietly.

The girl turned to me with an annoyed expression on her face, but as soon as she saw me, her expression softened and morphed into a smile that took my breath away. “Hi,” she said back quietly.

I glanced back at Morgan who winked and flashed his badge, hinting for me to do the same.

I nervously turned back to the girl, giving her an awkward wink, and pulling out my badge, “Y-You’re under arrest… For being too sexy,” I stuttered out.

The girl raised her eyebrows, “If you don’t mind, I’d just like to finish my book,” she said, the annoyed look returning to her face. I didn’t have a chance to respond before she turned her attention back to her book.

I let out a sad sigh, mumbling a ‘sorry’ to her before walking away.

“Well that didn’t go so well,” Emily said, stating the obvious. I nodded, “I thought she liked me, she smiled, but as soon as I started talking- it was as if she was disgusted by me.”

Morgan suddenly stood up, “What are you doing?” Garcia asked. “Seeing what this girl’s problem is.”

Morgan walked up to the girl and we all listened closely to what he was saying.

“Excuse me, babygirl?” He greeted. The girl rolled her eyes and look at Derek, she however didn’t smile like she did when she looked at me. Derek held up his badge, “My friend just came to talk to you, and-” the girl cut him off.

“And you decided that since I turned him down that you’d give it a shot to see if you could get laid tonight, sounds like a pretty shitty friend to me, babyboy.” The girl fired, causing JJ to choke on her drink.

“Damn, that was brutal, you think that’s ever happened to ’The Derek Morgan’ before?” She said with a slight laugh.

Morgan however looked deeply offended, but the girl spoke before he could, “I’m sorry to be rude, but I’m kind of over having a bunch of overly confident, egotistical drunk men, hit on me tonight, so if you could please leave me alone, I’d really appreciate it.”

And with that Derek raised his eyebrows, almost saying something, before deciding against it and walking away.

Everyone tried to conceal their laughs as Derek sat back down, his bruised ego very visible.

“Maybe she’s a lesbian,” Emily said with a shrug, causing Derek to roll his eyes, “Or a stuck up-”

JJ didn’t let him finish, “Woah there buddy, maybe she’s just tired of being hit on by jerks like she said. I mean, she smiled at Spence and seemed into him before he started using your 'tips’.”

“She has a point,” Rossi said before turning to me, “Why don’t you give it one more shot kid.”

“But this time, just be your usual m self,” Hotch added in. I shook my head, “She’s already mad.”

“Then go cheer her up,” Rossi said, before getting up and putting his hands under my armpits, pulling me up so I was standing. “Rossi-” I tried, but he stopped me, “Trust me kid, you won’t regret it.”

Before I knew it, my feet had carried me back to the girl, my heart pounding in my chest. She must have heard me come up, because she let out a sigh, however I stopped her before she could say anything.

“I’m sorry,” I said quickly, “I was a jerk earlier, it’s just, I saw you reading earlier and I know this is gonna sound creepy, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I wanted to talk to you, but I was too shy, so my friends-” I pointed to where the team was sitting, they all smile and waved awkwardly.

“They gave me advice on how to talk to you, and I was stupid enough to take it, that guy you met earlier, that wasn’t me, and I would really appreciate it if you gave me a second chance, but I’d understand if you never wanted to see me agan.”

I looked down at my feet, preparing for the worst, but instead of rejecting, I heard a giggle. “Why didn’t you just start with that?” She said, causing my head to snap up in shock.

“I thought you were cute, but then you started acting like a Jerk, and I’d already dealt with too many of those tonight, I’m sorry I was so rude,” she said, her voice filled with guilt at the last statement.

I shook my head, “Don’t be, I shouldn’t have tried to be someone I’m not.”

“Well then who are you?” She asked with a smile.

I returned the smile, “I’m Spencer, Spencer Reid. I have three PhD’s, I can read 20,000 words a minute, have an eidetic memory, and believe it or not, I actually do work at the FBI.” The girl let out a laugh, “I’m sorry, was that too much?”

She laughed again, “No, no, that was good,” she said still laughing. “I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N. I’m going to Med school, I can write a six page essay in the two hours before it’s due, nap all day, and believe it or not, I don’t drink.” She said, shooting a look at the three full glasses that still sat in front of her.

“Why don’t I buy you a coffee sometime then?” I asked, not knowing where all this confidence came from.

“I’d like that.”