Criminal Minds One Shots

Blood Lost, Love Gained (HotchxReader)

Sorry I haven't been writing. I still have all your requests.

"STACY COLLINS FBI OPEN UP!" Hotch yelled. "STACY!" Hotch called out when no response came.

"Hotch I think we should-"

Hotch nodded. "Break it down, Morgan."

Within seconds Stacy's door was lying on the ground and you and your team were filing into the house.

"Split up," you instructed. "My team, kitchen. The rest of you take the basement."

Everyone nodded, obeying your assignment.

As you surveyed the kitchen you noticed some wet dishes in the drying rack. "She's been in here recently," you muttered.

Seeing nothing else of import in the kitchen, you shouted "clear" and proceeded to check out the rest of the house.

As you entered the living room you noticed a quick movement. You were about to say something to JJ, who was behind you when you heard gunshots.

You quickly whipped your head toward the sound and strained to see through the dark house. You took cautious, small and defensive steps down the hall; your gun cocked and ready.

Just as your eyes focused you felt an intense pain in your front leg.

"Y/N!" JJ yelled, holstering her gun. "Agent down, repeat agent down!" JJ said into her radio before standing up and pulling her gun back out.

Moments later, Hotch came in and saw you on the ground.

"JJ GET OUT OF HERE!" he demanded.

Sliding her gun back in its place she grabbed your shirt collar and began dragging you out of the line of fire.

Hotch quickly came over and scooped you up.

"I need an ambulance!" he shouted once you were safely outside.

"Aaron?" you hazily asked.

Hotch snapped his attention toward you. "Hey y/n. Just hold on, okay?" He gently set you down on the front lawn.

"STACY COLLINS!" Morgan shouted into a bullhorn. "THIS IS THE FBI! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP NOW!"

"What happened?" you asked, looking at Morgan.

"You were right. Stacy owns a gun. She must have..." but that was all you heard.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you started to succumb to the pain radiating from your leg.

. . .

You woke up in a hospital bed; a cannula in your nose and several tubes coming out of your arm. Groaning, you blinked annoyedly and looked around the room.

You saw a familiar bag leaning against the chair next to your bed.

"Aaron," you happily whispered.

As if on cue, Hotch came strolling in with a cup of coffee.

"Hi," you croaked.

Hotch lit up. "Y/n! You're awake!"

"Obviously," you chuckled.

Hotch poured you a cup of water and held it up for you.

"You dislocated your elbow when you hit the ground," Hotch explained, seeing your confusion as to why you couldn't move your arm. "You're on some pretty heavy painkillers."

Once your throat felt less like a desert, you asked what happened.

"Stacy shot you. We've taken her into custody now, but she didn't surrender until after she ran out of ammo."

You nodded. Processing what Hotch said slowly. "Where'd she shoot me?"

Hotch grimaced. "Back of your upper thigh. The bullet it um... it hit your sciatic nerve."

"I was never great in anatomy so I don't know what that-"

"It's the big nerve that runs along your leg," he interrupted. "A damaged sciatic nerve means-"

"Means I can't walk," you sadly finished.

"Not necessarily."

You perked up.

"You'll have less control over your leg but given some time and physical therapy you'll be able to walk."

"Well, that's good news."

An awkward silence passed between the two of you.

"I love you!" you blurted you.

Hotch shook his head in surprise.

"Sorry. It's just, well, I almost died, you know? A centimeter or two and I'd of bled out, right? I just needed to get that off my chest," you admitted.

Hotch blinked in shock, still processing what you had said.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same. Really! I mean it's so soon after Haley... I just wanted to get that out there and-"

"Y/n, may I ask a favor?"

You stopped for a second. "Su- sure."

"May I kiss you?"

Your worry melted into a giddy grin. "Yes," you responded.

When the two of you pulled away you giggled.

"What?" Hotch asked. "The kiss wasn't that bad, was it?"

"No! Oh god no! It's just... funny. I had to almost die to get the guts to tell you I love you."

Hotch smiled warmly.

"You know, lose some blood, get some guts, right?"

You both laughed before reconnecting your lips.