Criminal Minds One Shots

*Tough Love (HotchxReader)

WARNING: suicide attempt | Requested by WickedWritings

"Y/n, come on! We're leaving!" Hotch calls from outside your hotel room. Getting no answer, he knocks again. "Y/n?" Again, no response. Sighing, Hotch pulls out his phone and tries calling you.

"Please leave your message for... 'y/n y/l/n'. At the tone-"

Hotch hangs up in a panic. "Y/N??" he yells. When you don't respond he gets more physical.

In seconds the hotel room door is falling off its hinges.

"Y/N?" Hotch frantically looks around the room. "Y/n- oh god."

Before him is an empty box of NyQuil and your unconscious body.

"911 what is your emergency?"

. . .

You groan before opening your eyes.

"Y/n," Hotch exclaims in a quiet yet excited voice. "How are you feeling?"

"Nauseous. Sleepy."

"Okay. Get some rest."

"Wait. Didn't the jet leave by now?"

Hotch nods. "I stayed behind with you."

"Thanks," you say flatly, picking at your nails. "So, you... you... found me..."

"Yeah."

Silence.

"How much did you-"

"All eight."

Silence.

"I'm here for you."

You scoff. "What a cliche thing to say to me right now."

"I mean it, y/n. I do."

"Yeah? Why?" you ask with more bite than intended.

Hotch is taken a back by your tone. "Because I love you," he admits.

Again, you scoff. "You're just saying that in an attempt to give me a reason to live," you shoot back.

With a sigh, Hotch decides to switch tactics. "Why do you say that?"

"What?"

"Why do you keep denying that what I say is true?"

You want to snark back but can't find the venom. "I- I guess because how could anyone love a mess..."

"Well, I do."

You shake your head slowly, not fully convinced of even your thoughts.

"Look at it this way. Why would I lie about loving you?"

"I already told you. To keep me here."

"Why would I want that if I don't care about you?"

You sit up in bed stunned.

"Y/n, please. I love you. Please let me in. Let me help you."

After a tense pause, you answer. "And if I don't want your help?" you reply with a smirk.

"Tough, Love. You're gonna get it no matter what."

Hotch turns to leave, a smile creeping on to his face.

"Wait!" you call. "Maybe I love you too, Aaron."