One Shots | a. hotchner |

Killed in Action

A/N

This might get reposted only because part of me wants to make this NSFW. It was probably happen but so far its SFW

Summery: Aarons in Pakistan and after weeks of not hearing from him, Y/n realizes why he hasn't been reaching out.

Warnings: SFW, small mention of suicide

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Everything was normal, everything was as it should be. Your husband was in Pakistan for an assignment. You couldn't go a day without hearing his voice, listening to old audios.

You knew what went on in the surrounding area at the time given you've been on two tours. When your contract ended with the Army you exited with multiple degrees, you had taken advantage of free college.

Calling it quits and not renewing it was one of the best things you could've done. It gave you the time to go through the academy and join the FBI.

Not only that but meeting Aaron when you did. Everyone on the team was supportive of you two, you saw the team as your own little family. You all had each other's backs, but they knew you could handle yourself.

Morgan's nickname for you was badass. It brought a smile to your face whenever he said it given it wasn't too often, he wanted to keep you on your toes.

At the moment you had been at work all day writing reports and filling out papers. There were no cases, more of an in-house day.

You enjoyed those, you weren't running around like your head was cut off.

You hadn't talked to Aaron in three weeks, he was always too busy. You definitely understood that and you guys would talk when you could.

Your pen was gliding across the page when JJ called everyone into the conference room. You all looked at each other in confusion and proceeded to head to the room.

"Y/n you might want to sit down." You scrunched up your face and obeyed, taking a seat next to Morgan.

JJ cleared her throat, "I just got a message from Pakistan... it uh-- there was a raid at the camp Hotch was stationed. Everyone on sight was DOA and it's expected that Hotch was KIA."

"Wha--." You shook your head, unable to wrap your head around the news. Killed in action. You knew it was dangerous out there but it was rare that insurgents would infiltrate a base.

"You said expected... it's not confirmed?" Morgan said after he had absorbed the unexpected information. You were at a complete loss for words, you were more confused than anything.

"There were two John Does, murdered beyond recognition. Everyone was identified but them, the dental records came back inconclusive because of the damage done to the face. There were surgical pins found in one of the Johns wrists so they're running the serial numbers."

"How coul-- JJ are you trying to tell me that my husbands dead?"

"Y/n", Reid said, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You stood up defensively, removing his hand from your shoulder, "Don't touch me. JJ please tell me it's a lie." Please, please, please.

"This can't be happening." You mumble to yourself, he had been an assignment for months. No contact with him, you thought he was busy but in reality, no one knew if he was alive.

The team stared at you with tears in their eyes. Feeling sorry in that moment, no one else had words to say because their faces were all very telling.