Stay With Me A•H

6 - Profiler

TW: Talk about emotional abuse

The intense body heat radiating off him set your emotions somewhat at ease. This is what you wanted right? You wanted to be in someone's arms as they soothed you telling you, they had you and weren't going to let go. But why did being in his arms feel so wrong?

Why did it feel like you were invading one another's privacy? This was wrong, he shouldn't be at your apartment holding you, and you should've never let him in. But he was here... He was the one you had been silently wishing to come save you. But the more your conscience told you to push him out the door, and ignore what was happening, the tighter you gripped onto his shirt.

His fingers rubbed small circles on your upper back. The gesture calmed you enough to pull away. Once the heat left your body you had emptiness tumble into you. You had to physically stop yourself from falling back into his arms.

The air stayed still, silence taking over the room letting your embarrassment and guilt cross over you. You kept your gaze on his feet, not wanting to explain what just happened. But by the small glances, you took you knew he was slowly piecing everything together.

"I'm... I'm sorry." You mumbled fully meeting his gaze. Your fingers tracing over your collar bones in habit before skimming over your necklace fidgeting with the little gem.

"I don't... I don't know what came over me. What do you need?" Your voice came out small, like a lost puppy who had been kicked too many times.

His eyes stayed on you. The once stern, hard look completely disappearing, the look of concern and confusion breaking through his hazel eyes.

His mouth parted before going tight-lipped as he tried to calculate every word, every emotion that came out. "How long?"

"Sorry, what?" You furrowed your brows together leaning into his presence a little more. His words were clear as day, but knowing the answer you had for him was nothing neither of you were willing to hear.

"You could have told me." His voice was hoarse, as he felt your emotions latch onto him which only made your guilty conscience worse.

"I know." You breathed out the words, your gaze once again faltering to the floor.

The atmosphere was stiff and full of concerned tension, which only made you more awkward. You hated emotions with a passion and here you were standing with a man who wanted you to explain everything.

But that wasn't you, you weren't one to talk about your emotions and childhood. You were the one to listen to the problems of others, you were a problem solver till it came to your feelings then you simply avoided them.

Trying to advert the statement and feelings that were just being dug deeper as the time continued, you searched for anything to advert the soft glances and voices.

"I didn't know, you knew where I lived." You let out a chuckle that was filled with anything but joy, trying to lighten the mood at all possible.

He shifted uncomfortably on his feet moving a tiny step closer to you. "It's in your file." He mumbled softly.

Letting out another breathy laugh, you inched away from him. "I guess you're right, I did it think of that." Silence filled the air once again the sound of hidden breaths echoing through your ears. "So... What uh... What brings you here?"

This time the silence fell on his end, his hands falling into his pocket. Your eyes searching one another for the answers neither of you were willing to give.

"Let me look at your legs. It's going to get infected if you don't clean it up properly." Hotch grumbled his gaze moving to your legs.

Your eyes slowly tracked to where his were. Only then did you realize the intense throbbing, and pinch-like feeling spreading across your legs. Your light-washed jeans were splattered with blood. Blood trailing down your ankle where you had sat in the glass only minutes before.