Stolen Time

Interrogation

You were staring out the window of a police station in Los Angeles. It had been a couple of days since Cat was arrested and you packed some clothes to stay at Emily's. You told Spencer to split days with you. As much as you were mad at him you couldn't take his daughter away. You wanted to be in your secret bubble again, not because you missed him but you could have been avoiding the stares.

This case in particular bothered you. You had arrested a man who had evidence piled against him for killing his wife's friends and then his own wife. Now you had to go sit in a room with the man and get a confession out of him. He was clearly guilty but denied everything. Even all the deals that were offered to him.

"Y/n you ready?"

You turned around and saw Spencer standing besides Hotch. Spencer was holding a file and Hotch was ready to give instructions "Yeah"

"Here's the file for this interrogation" Spencer cleared his throat and handed you the file

You calmly took it from him and began making your way down the hallway. But someone stopped you. "Hey sweetheart" It was another snob who was desperate to stick his dick in any hole and you weren't up for playing any games

"I need to finalize this case would you get out my way" you tried to maintain your composure but it was very difficult when some guy was trying to hit on you. He was just some random officer walking around, trying to fit in and making it look like he was working with the FBI to gain recognition

"Well when you do that, do you want to get a drink" unfortunately for you it was a very narrow hallway and he wouldn't get out your way

"Sorry not interested" you tried to walk past him but he grabbed your arm and pulled your body towards him

"Why not, I'm just being polite" you could smell the bourbon seeping through his pores

"I don't have to explain myself to you" you yanked yourself away and dropped the file that was in your hands. You stepped back and quickly gathered the papers that had fallen on the floor. Once you stood up he was there again. Standing way too close and again you took a step back

"Come on, just one drink"

"Has this method ever actually worked out for you" he looked at you confused "Like did harassing a girl this much actually get you anywhere without the girl threatening to mace or pepper spray you, and well in my case shoot you" you wouldn't dare go to the extremes but he was wasting your time and he was visibly frustrated with your choice of words

He stepped closer to you "Stop playing games"

Before you could say anything you heard a very familiar voice behind you "She said she wasn't interested"

You mentally rolled your eyes and just let him speak 

"She can tell me that herself" it was very ironic he said that considering you quite literally threatened to shoot him

"I did" you crossed your arms over your chest "And I said no very clearly"

He was getting more frustrated and gave up by flaring his nostrils and walking away. You didn't know where he went but he was not going to escape the report for harassing a federal agent.

"Are you okay" there it was, the voice you didn't know you despised or missed

You turned around and let your arms fall to the side "I don't need saving, I'm perfectly capable of handling myself"

"Y/n I am just looking out for you"

You wanted to laugh in his face and tell him to leave you alone but you couldn't. He was on the team, if you avoided him it could cause a breach in the team which would lead to lost lives. So you just decided to just look at him. Giving him the death glare.