One Shots | a. hotchner |

Afraid (Request)

Summery : An argument leads y/n thinking that Aaron is going to harm her like her past did

Warnings : Angst, slight fluff

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"Hotch we gotta go." I tugged on his arm and he stayed looking at the body that was slumped over in the chair... a little boy, maybe 8 years old. The little boy had blonde hair... like Jack.

He glanced back at me and nodded, "Come on." We left the house and into the car. "Alright I'll handle this where are you guys going." Morgan said walking over to the SUV.

"I'm going to call Garcia and Reid, see if he can find a location on this guy." I said and Aaron turned on the car. Morgan put his hand into the window and tapped, "Good luck."

We rolled up the windows and Aaron started driving.

Trying to catch this Unsub was like playing cat and mouse. Every time we were close he'd show up in another location. We whole county was on his ass, and yet he still got away.

Leaving bodies in his wake, little kids. Always fucking children, it started with kidnappings and after two turned up dead after four were taken the BAU was called in.

Emily and Rossi were able to save one child, only one out of the the thirteen children. This Unsub worked fast, a cooldown time was practically non existence. The only conclusion the entire team was sure of was that he didn't need the children for any particular reason.

He just wanted a high body count, to be the best... a legend in his little fantasy.

"Garcia... please tell us you have something." I held the phone to our ears. I could he her type vigorously on the keyboard.

"Guys I don-- oh oh." I furrowed my brows. "What is it?"

"1786 bardic drive." I hung up the phone and Aaron swerved the car in the other direction.

We were 15 minutes away, the address being on the other side of town.

Pulling in on the side of the street Aaron automatically calls it in and sits in the car to wait for backup. I just thought about it, there was a child in there right now.

We knew his goal was a body count and that he'd have no problem killing the kid. He had no ritual he was skilled and made it fast, for all I knew they could've been dead.

I got out of the car and ran up the drive way, because the Unsub didn't know Aaron and I were there we needed to keep quiet and that resulted in Aaron getting out of the car and trying to call out for me in a hushed and very pissed off tone.

"Y/n what the hell are you doing." I ignored him and he went over the the mic, his voice was rumbling through my ear.

"Y/n I swear, don't go in there, that's an order."

"Aaron I don't have a choice." I kept going, he go back into the car to try and hide the fact he was wearing an FBI vest.

"The hell you don't."

I didn't want him distracting me and I pulled the ear piece from my ear. Aaron groaned in frustration, checking his watch to see how long until the back up arrived.

I moved around the house, ducking away from the windows but glanced into the ones that had the shades open... I didn't see him. But I did hear whimpering coming from the basement.

I kept from being directly in the line of sight for the window. There was storm door hidden under the deck that was built in the backyard. I went over to it and picked the padlock that was hooked onto the handles.