Take me

Word count -  1010

Charcters - Aarron Hotchner x Reader, Unsub x Reader, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan and brief mentions of the BAU team.

Warnings -  Hostage taken

Summary - The reader releases the hostage but she must become it for the lady yo be free. Aaron and the reader have a talk afterwards.


You lowered your gun, focussing on the man in front of you.
‘Don’t do it.’ You told him, as you seen him raise a gun the woman’s head.
‘Why shouldn’t I?’ He retorted, challenging you.
‘You love making a large group of people feel pain instead of a small on. The lady, your holding only has her child, but me? I’ve got all these people here all the F.B.I and my family. Take me.’ You told the unsub.
‘Y/N! What are you doing?’ Aaron asked, panic covering his face and the teams as well.
‘Stopping this.’ You told them as you took of your vest.
‘Why?’ Aaron questioned, not understanding why your giving yourself up.
‘I have the least to lose.’ You didn’t give them a chance to answer before you turned back to the unsub.
‘How do I know you’re not going to shoot me?’ He said, you dropped your gun and kicked it to the side.
‘They’ll shoot me.’ He said looking behind you at the large group holding their guns.
‘They won’t. They’re going to lower their guns.’ You said looking forward but loud enough for them to hear. He still looked panicked so you turned and commanded them to put their guns away. You watched as they all slowly placed their guns in their holsters, Aaron was the last to put it away, with a worry written all over his face. You turned back to the unsub.
‘There all down, now I’m going to walk towards you. Allow the woman to walk towards the agents behind me.’ You walked slowly ensuring he released the lady, she scurried away to safety. As you reached him he pointed the gun at your head.
‘What’s your name?’ you asked him.
‘Harry.’ He answered, you nodded smiling.
‘I’m Y/N, why are you doing this?’ You asked him.
‘I have to.’ He said lowering his gun.
‘Tell me why.’ You question, not wanting to push him too far.
‘People like you have it all.’ He told you, not making any eye contact.
‘Have all of what?’ You asked confused.
‘Everything.’ He said getting angry lifting his hands up and rubbing his head fastly.
‘You have everything you could want, family, friends, loved ones and your dream job. Just everything.’ He replied annoyed.
‘I don’t have everything.’ You stated. Telling him the truth was the best. It was true you had a crush on your boss, no family and only a few friends.
‘You do.’ He replied.
‘No I don’t. I don’t have family. Friends, yes only within my job, my dream job, yeah because I want to help and stop people like you, kind people, from doing crime and loved ones,’ You said looking back at the team, well Aaron.
‘My loved ones are standing back there. I only have my job, nothing else. I lose my job, I lose everything.’ You told him reaching for the gun.
‘I don’t have everything, on the outside it may seem like that but honestly I don’t have everything I’d like.’ You finished saying once you had a hold of his gun. You placed it in your back pocket. He looked at you. His face changing into something you hadn’t seen.
‘But you do have everything.’ He sadi stepping forwards quickly when suddenly there was a loud ringing noise.
‘NO!’ you screamed as you seen Harry fall back and hit the ground. You turned back to see the local police officer holding his gun up. You focussed your attention back to Harry and placed his head on your knees and placed pressure on his wound, knowing he wasn’t going to survive.
‘I’m sorry.’ He said as a tear slipped from his eye.
‘I know, I forgive you.’ You replied as you watched the life leave his eyes.

As you watched Harry’s body being put into the ambulance, you waked past your team to the police officer that shoot Harry.
‘You’re an idiot, you know that?’ you said angrily.
‘What? Save your life.’ He turned and asked.
‘He wasn’t going to kill me. I had his gun. You didn’t have to shoot him.’ you said angrily walking away, going to the jeep to get water bottle, you poured it over your hands and rubbed your hands together. Trying to get the blood off but it only seemed to multiple. You rubbed harder and faster, rubbing your hands on your trousers and top but your hands were red. You groaned and punch the jeep, this caused your team to turn and look at you. Aaron told the others to stay where they were as he walked over, you slouched against the jeep.
‘here.’ He said holding his hand out. You gave him a confused look.
‘Give me your hand.’ He said, you complied. He rubbed your hands with a cloth, this caused the blood to disappear and cover the cloth instead of your hands.
‘Don’t do that again.’ Aaron said as he finished with your second hand.
‘What try and stop a man from killing people?’ you asked.
‘No.’ He said.
‘Then what?’ You questioned, taking in his tired look.
‘Put your life at risk when I’m here.’ Aaron replied, refusing to make eye contact.
‘Why, you don’t control me.’ You told him getting annoyed that he thinks he owns you.
‘No but I don’t know what I’d do if I see you get shoot or injured.’ He said making eyes contact. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies he cares about me but then again, he cares about all his team.
‘So?’ you questioned knowing he doesn’t care about you the same way you do for him.
‘Are you that blind. I like you okay, if anything would happen to you I’d got out my mind.’ He told you before he leaned forward and captured your lips with his. You brung your hands up and wrapped them around his neck pulling him closer, feeling his hands on your hips you pulled back.
‘I like you too.’ You said breathless, he brung you in close and hugged you.
‘Good.’ He replied.

Originally posted by zugzwangcm

Hey Kitten

A/N: An anon request for a Rossi x Penelope where he asks her out. On the fluffy side, but with a little bit of steaminess. :) @coveofmemories


“Hey, Kitten,” Penelope heard from behind her.

“That must be the ever-impressive David Rossi,” she said, spinning around in her chair. “He’s the only one who’s allowed to call me kitten.”

His easy smile always made her happy - accompanied by some slight butterflies. She’d always had a little crush on him, but she never had the guts to tell him. She was much younger, for one, and two, she was completely his opposite. “What can I do you for?”

“Well,” he started, flicking his fingers together as he closed the door to her office. “I was wondering what your plans were for tonight?”

“We all going out to dinner?” she asked, reaching for her phone to text the rest of the group. “That would be great after the week we’ve had.”

“Ummm…actually I was wondering if you’d like to come out with me?” he asked, the unease in his voice so unlike him. “I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he said, immediately after seeing the surprise on her face.

“You want to go out with me?” Penelope asked. She’d always harbored some feelings for him, but she never imagined the great David Rossi would reciprocate. “I can’t believe you’d want to go out with someone like me.”

The tension in the room was palpable, but not uncomfortable, so he was grateful for that. “You mean someone who does anything and everything for the one’s she loves? Someone who brightens everyone’s day just by being her? Someone who marches to the beat of her own drum? Why wouldn’t I be interested in someone like that?”

Her trademarked smile had been dimmed; she wasn’t sad, but she did want to cry. She’d never known he’d thought of her that way. “Because you’re David Rossi,” she said matter of factly. “You’re famous. Everyone loves you. Your sweet and intelligent and you never stop until you crack the case. Plus,” she said looking down at her shoes, “You’re pretty sexy too.”

He blushed. THE David Rossi blushed. “You think I’m sexy?”

“I do…David.”

He liked the sound of his name on her lips. “So is that a yes? Tonight?”

“Definitely,” she said, standing up from her chair and walking toward him. She planted a chaste kiss on his lips - something indicative of how she felt, but not inappropriate for the workplace. “I can’t wait.”


Rossi was nervous as he waited for Penelope to arrive at his house. They had decided on dinner at his place instead of going out. He had cooked pasta primavera and opened one of his favorite bottles of wine, but he hadn’t been this nervous, or this prepared for a date since he asked out his third wife. He wore a casual shirt and dress pants, similar to what he wore to work, but he felt like he was sweating through it. He was going to go get changed when he heard the doorbell.

When he opened the door, he smiled. She was dressed how she always was, which was comforting. She was always truly herself and she hadn’t changed that for him. “You like my dress?” she asked, twirling around at his front door. 

She was wearing a red and black rockabilly dress, the black sweetheart neckline peeking out from underneath the red and black dress. She sported short sleeves and matching black heels, as well as her trademarked Penelope hair accessory. There was always something - whether it be a bow, or a flower or a headband.

“You look beautiful, Penelope,” he said, inviting her inside.

“Thank you,” she replied, twirling around once more. “I know we’re only having dinner here, but this is how I always dress, so I didn’t want to do anything different.”

He clasped her hand in his, entwining their fingers as he lead her to the kitchen. “I’m glad you didn’t. This is who you are.”

A small smile painted its way across her face, along with the slight blushing of a woman flattered. “Everything smells delicious. What are we eating?”

“I made pasta primavera,” he said, kissing his fingers and blowing it out in the air. “It’s one of my specialties.”

He twirled some of the delicious pasta onto her plate and then turned around, grabbing one of his vintage bottles of wine. Vintage wine, cigars and beautiful artwork were what he liked to spend his money on. “You like red wine, right?”

“My favorite,” she smiled, looking at the bottle he presented to her. “This wine is nearly 30 years old, David! Are you sure you want to open this?” She was touched that he’d brought out a special bottle, one that he’d undoubtedly had for years if not more than a decade, but she also didn’t want him to feel that he needed to in order to earn her affections.

“I’m sure,” he smiled, uncorking the bottle and pouring some into a glass.

Carefully picking it up, she swirled the liquid in front of her face. “Mmmm…Smells like…cherry and a little bit of coffee.” 

“Good nose, kitten,” he said, picking up the bottle to show her. “Angelo Gaja Barbaresco Sori San Lorenzo from 1989.”

Over the next hour, they sat across the counter from each other, falling into easy conversation. They’d worked together for more than a decade and were very good friends, so one might think a date would be awkward, but it was exactly the opposite - as if they should’ve been doing this all along.

As David took the plates, cleaning them off in the sink, Penelope was sad that the night seemed to be coming to an end. “Do you wanna stay for a movie?” he asked, seeing the look on her face. “I can put a log on the fire. We could have another glass of wine, maybe?”

“I’d like that,” she replied, falling back onto the couch as David poured them both another glass of wine.

He walked toward her, hand outstretched to offer her the glass. She took it and with the other hand, grabbed his free hand to pull him down next to her on the couch. After the log in the fireplace caught flame, Penelope asked David, “Do you really wanna watch a movie?”

“Not really,” he said, stretching his arm around her, pulling her close. “I’d much rather sit here with you and listen to the crackling of the fire.”

“Good,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder. “Just so you know, I might fall asleep right here.”

“I’d like that. Goodnight, Penelope.”

“Sweet dreams, David.”

every episode of criminal minds
  • Reid: *is injured and/or just having a hard time right now also he's probably on the floor*
  • Morgan: *worried about Reid*
  • Garcia: *worried about everyone*
  • Morgan and Garcia: *verbally doing it while they worry*
  • Prentiss: *speaking every language at once while shooting bottles off a fence from 6 miles away* *sins to win*
  • JJ: *being an actual angel she is literally floating while a choir sings heavenly in the background*
  • Hotch: *can't see because he's been trying to find his way out from under his eyebrows the entire episode* *eventually does, gets the job done, and goes home to his son*
  • Rossi: *getting in everybody else's shit so he can hear about their drama and write about it but not help*
  • Rossi: *spaghettis*
  • Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll: Aaron Hotchner
  • Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: Spencer Reid
  • Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll: Penelope Garcia
  • Looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you: Emily Prentiss
  • Could kill you by feeding you too much spaghetti: DAVID ROSSI
  • Hotch: the dad, has a resting bitch face, loves everyone but will not tell them, appreciates dogs
  • Gideon: the uncle, hotch and him are referred to as dad and bro, likes pats on the back and making people feel good
  • Rossi: weird highschool teacher that is deeply involved in your life, nosey, in your business, ???
  • Elle: mean older sister, likes picking on you, will steal your fries, if someone is mean to their younger sibling they will kick the crap out of them
  • Derek: older brother, loves everyone, don't get on his wrong side, will either kill you or hug you, doesn't want anyone else to be sad
  • JJ: middle child, hair is always perfect, kinda gay, is good at keeping secrets, always smells nice
  • Penelope: family friend that just kinda is always there, everyone has a nickname, computer nerd, will beat you in any video games, hella bi
  • Spencer: little baby child, thinks he can hold is own and sometimes can, only likes hugs sometimes, obsessed with Halloween, book worm, facts
  • Emily: older sister, very chill, very angry, likes girls, looks good in all clothes, will buy you icees, contemplates by looking out windows
when hotch roasts an unsub/suspect:

👀👌gOod 👀 shIT👌hUh👀 go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do say so my self 💯 i say so 💯


Circular Walking Bookshelf - part of a The Archive Series by architect David Garcia , though purely a conceptual piece, still very interesting.

The Archive Series are investigations on space and books, aiming to blur the borders between art and design. Clearly non functional, they aim to appeal to the senses, creating a narrative which more often than not, reaches the absurd.

who you should fight in criminal minds
  • aaron hotchner: he killed a man with his bare fucking hands. that should be reason enough to not fucking fight aaron hotchner.
  • emily prentiss: you could fight her and you’d probably lose, but life is already fighting her and winning so please don’t fight emily prentiss. give her a hug instead, maybe get her some coffee. don’t fight her.
  • jennifer jareau: she may look smol and non-threatening, but she will fucking beat the piss out of you in about 10 seconds flat. so don’t fight jennifer jareau, unless you enjoy being round-house kicked in the face.
  • derek morgan: do not fight derek morgan because he is derek morgan.
  • spencer reid: you could fight spencer reid and win, but why would you have any reason to fight spencer reid? because he beat you in a chess tournament? or keeps rambling about doctor who? why are you trying to fight that human lemur?
  • penelope garcia: you’d definitely win the fight, but fighting her would be like whaling on a kitten so you’re going to hell if you decide to fight penelope garcia. plus morgan would come and kill you. so don’t fight garcia.
  • alex blake: why are you still considering fighting fbi agents? don't fight alex blake? she could kill you? are you ok?
  • tara lewis: she hasn't been on the team long, but it's already apparent that you Should Not Fight Her.
  • jason gideon: he is a complete asshole and you should fight him. beat his ass. he’s dead but you can still kick the shit out of his corpse, please.
  • elle greenaway: don’t fight elle unless you have a death wish honestly why is this even under consideration.
  • kate callahan: she has 3 guns. don’t fight her.
  • david rossi: he may be up there in years, but he could still fucking beat your ass and nobody would feel bad for you. don't fight david rossi.