pairings: aaron hotchner x reader, platonic!bau x reader
warnings: mentions of a bullet wound and getting shot
about: you don't want to be friends with aaron anymore
a/n: yes it is inspired by a song- a cookie if you can guess it correctly

teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you maneuvered your right hand to your gun at your side, pulling it out easily and looking to hotch next you. his eyes flickered from yours to the closed door, giving you a small nod after a few seconds.

you launched your foot against the door, knocking it down with a hard thud and running through the opening. "fbi!" you heard derek yell, and you checked each room of the abandoned factory with aaron, coming up with nothing.

"clear!" you stated, pointing your gun around you as you saw the last door, looking at hotch and giving him a silent signal.

"treeger! give it up, you're surrounded!"

it was the largest room, and the feeble string security you felt from having hotch behind you broke when you realized you had lost him.

you huffed, jaw setting as you looked around the room for gregory treeger.

"treeg-"

a hand wrapping around your mouth didn't let you finish, tugging your hair and not letting any oxygen past your lips. the other hand tightened around your waist, holding you against treeger.

you shrieked out of surprise and struggled, caught off guard. you tried to kick at him, missing and only letting him have more control over you. you were beginning to get dizzy and concerned over where the hell hotch was, so you bit the hand on your lips, gagging slightly when you broke the skin. treeger made a noise of anger, loosening the hand around your waist and letting you pull one arm out. in annoyance and maybe due to a small miracle, you remembered the move derek taught you and elbowed the man behind you in the gut; twisting around and hitting him over the head with the barrel of your gun when he let you go.

you miscalculated how long you were without oxygen, the hit you planned to go on his head smacking the air above instead.

you managed to blink away the dizziness and get a shot in when treeger ran towards you. he faltered but didn't stop, instead pulling a gun from his person- how the hell did you not notice- and making your eyes widen.

he pointed at you and fired three times, you doing the same and hitting him in the chest.

you grunted when he hit you in the chest, falling to the ground after he had. you forced your eyes to open afterwards, standing up with a hiss, walking towards the body and checking its pulse, not surprised when you didn't find one. you ripped open your jacket, finding a bullet lodged in your vest.

you panted, shutting your eyes, only opening them when you heard hotch's voice over the blood rushing through your ears.

"y/n?" hotch asked, touching your shoulder gently. you blinked, looking at his face, concerned, but still beautiful- the jackass.

"he shot at me. only one actually got me, i think; but i was wearing my vest, so i'm fine," you muttered, standing up quickly and regretting it immediately.

hotch's arms reached out, hands wrapping around your shoulders to hold you steady, and making you note a faint pain that came from that.

"are you okay?" he asked, and you nodded, surprised when he pulled you to his chest, "god, y/n, don't go off by yourself."

you nodded dumbly against his shoulder, pulling your arms around him and letting yourself enjoy the embrace of your boss/surprising best friend that you were in love with.

he pulled away when the rest of your teammates came in, eyebrow pulled together in concern when they saw you.

"do i really look that bad?" you joked, only to be met by still-worried faces. "what?" you asked, genuinely confused. you pulled your arms together to wrap them around yourself, wincing when you did.

"ouch," you said, looking to your arm and noticing a growing red stain. "shit, he nipped me."

you groaned when you saw hotch's face. "i'll drive her to the hospital," he said, putting a hand on your back that made your stomach erupt in butterflies. everyone else nodded, but you didn't get to see the knowing look on rossi's face.

the car ride was made up of hotch asking you if you were okay and what happened, his words completely professional but his free hand on your knee.

it was friendly, you told yourself, he's your friend, what else would it be?

-

surprisingly- although you guessed it shouldn't be, seeing as he did this every time- hotch stayed with you throughout the whole hospital visit, uncharacteristically joking around with you to ease the discomfort he knew you had in hospitals.

luckily, your time in the hospital was short, the doctor telling you the exact same thing you had been told before. it was basically a cut from the bullet brushing your arm, and it wasn't the first time you- or anyone on the team- had them. apart from some bruises and pain from the bullet your vest protected you from, you were fine and free to go home.

the case was in quantico, and there were no plane rides to have to endure to go home, which you were all happy about. even though you assured him it was fine, hotch made you go home, telling you he would give your paperwork to jj, who volunteered, but you knew he was the one who was going to do it. he always did.

at your house, all you could think about was hotch.

you had joined the team seven years ago, and became friends with hotch within the first year. everyone had been surprised, but you just shrugged when anyone asked you about it, only having seen the guarded hotch for a few months.

you had gotten to know a version of him not many people got to see as much as you did, and you had fallen in love with him.

everything he did drove you insane, and you were sure he knew; he was a profiler, how could he not?

sitting alone in your house, eating strawberry ice cream and whipped cream, watching cheesy rom coms that you supposed weren't meant to make you laugh in the points you did, you decided you couldn't do it anymore.

it was ten, hotch wouldn't be asleep yet, and you could be at his house in a short ten minutes.

in a haste, you put everything away and ran to your car, turning it on and groaning at the rain pounding down.

"of course," you muttered, but continued on, closing your eyes for a moment and resting your head on the steering wheel at a stop sign to really ask yourself if you were actually going to confess your feelings to your boss.

yes. yes you were, you decided, sighing and waiting for the red light to turn green.

-

you stood outside of hotch's door, blinking hard as the rain soaked through your clothes and made your hair drip. water slid off your eyelashes and ran down your cheeks as you stared at his door, not having even knocked yet.

this had been happening for minutes, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

you contemplated your options for another minute before shutting your eyes, bringing your hand up, and rapping on the door.

after a few seconds that passed like minutes, hotch came to the door, opening it and staring at you in surprise, "...y/n?"

you smiled at him, shivering. "come inside, what are you doing here-"

"i have to tell you something."

he stayed silent, wordlessly telling you to continue.

"there's something you don't know," you swallowed, sniffing.

"you can tell me inside," hotch insisted, but you shook your head, pushing the words out.

"i don't want to be friends with you anymore. i can't- i can't do it- i'm-" you blinked, shutting your eyes hard and swiping at your face with your hand.

"i'm sorry? what are you-"

"i love you," you whispered, "i- i'm in love with you."

a look you didn't recognize went over hotch's eyes, and you stepped back, "i'm so sorry- i- i thought- this was a mistake- i should get going, i knew i shouldn't have done this-"

you were about to turn around when a hand wrapped around your (uninjured arm's) wrist, tugging you back.

"will you let me talk?" hotch asked, breath fanning over your cold face.

the rain was seeping through his own clothes now, too, but you couldn't bring yourself to notice that much when his lips were so close to yours.

"do you know why i haven't asked you for any of the clothes i've lent you back?"

you shook your head, finding your voice unable to work.

"or why i am always your partner when we go on cases?"

you didn't respond at all this time, waiting for him to continue.

"i love you too."

his hand reached up to your chin, pulling your face closer and crashing your lips against his. you gasped softly but responded, eyes fluttering closed. you felt him pull you closer, and were overwhelmed at the combination of the feeling of his lips against your own, his chest against yours and his fingers gently massaging your waist.

you pulled away with a smile, leaning your forehead against his shoulder. "you're in the rain," you said softly, and he laughed. "well, you're apparently all for the dramatics, which i'm going to take note of, by the way."

you laughed, letting him tug you by your uninjured arm into his house to warm up.