criminal minds restoration


Sequel to Taken 

A/N: Bonus points to whoever figures out why I chose the title for this one!

You carefully supported Aaron as you walked him out to your personal vehicle that was waiting at the entrance of the hospital. He had convinced the doctor to release him a day early mainly so that you would actually go home and rest. You hadn’t left Aaron’s side he had been rescued from the unsub’s basement torture chamber. You had planned on being by his side as a friend. It was completely unexpected that the both of you would end up confessing your love for the other, but you definitely weren’t complaining.

You helped Aaron into your car, and though his wounds from the whip were healing well, he slightly winced in pain. JJ and Penelope had restocked your go bag and dropped your car off at the hospital so that you could go straight to Aaron’s place from the hospital. The two of you had agreed that he would be more comfortable in his own home while he was healing, but he also agreed that he wanted you by his side.

Jack had visited his dad in the hospital earlier in the day before you were to take Aaron home. Aaron and Jessica both thought it would be best if Jack stayed with Jessica while Aaron was recovering from his wounds. It would also give you and Aaron some time to figure out your relationship as well as enjoy a little alone time together. The two of you road in a comfortable silence back to his apartment, though he had taken one of your hands in his.

“Do you want to try and shower?” you asked him as you entered his apartment.

“Honestly, as painful as it’ll be, I need to get rid of the smell of the hospital,” he responded as you carried his go bag to the bathroom.

A pink tint of embarrassment colored your cheeks as you said, “Do you need help or …. ?”

Noticing your embarrassment, he responded, “I’ll manage the shower, but the antibiotics, I’ll need assistance.”

You nodded and exited the room to give him his privacy while he showered. You could only hope his pain wasn’t too terrible. As you heard the water turn off soon after he had gotten in, you grabbed a couple of painkillers and a water bottle into his bedroom placing them on the bedside table and grabbed the antibiotic lotion from the pharmacy bag.

Aaron walked out of the bathroom only in a pair of sweatpants with a look of pain in his eyes that he was trying to hide. You couldn’t help but to take in the sight of your boss and love standing before you shirtless. He was perfectly toned, but he was covered in so many scars you knew that Foyet had given him. You knew that this job had not been easy on him, and he definitely had the scars to prove it that would soon be joined by new scars from his most recent encounter. You couldn’t help the protective feeling that overcame you. You just wanted to shield him from the world for a while and keep him safe.

You knew that was impossible, so instead you stepped forward and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Come lay down,” you said gesturing to the antibiotic lotion in your hand.

He took a deep breath and carefully laid down on his stomach. You hated the fact that the lotion would sting and cause him more pain, but you didn’t want him getting infections either. You carefully began to spread the lotion across his back noticing that his breath deepened in pain. You carefully massaged the patches of skin that didn’t have lashes, and Aaron responded with a sigh of appreciation.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you whispered, “I love you so much Aaron.”

“I love you too, (Y/N),” he responded barely above a whisper as well.

You wiped your hands off on the towel he had left at the foot of the bed and said, “Give me a couple of minutes to change clothes. I’ll come cuddle you, and we’ll take a nap.”

He nodded giving you a loving smile.

You quickly changed clothes nearly tripping over yourself. You didn’t want to be away from him for a second longer than you had to be. You came back into the room and carefully crawled onto the bed next to him. He immediately shifted wrapping an arm around you and laying his head on your stomach.

You fingers automatically began to run though his hair as you asked, “What are you thinking about?”

His gripped on you tightened as he said, “I’m thinking that I’m glad you’re here with me. Sure I’m in pain, but just being in your presence makes it so much better. I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too,” you responded, “Now you need to rest.”

The both of you fell asleep in each other’s arms, you still had a hand in his hair, and the both of you knew that there was no place else you’d rather be.