TW: scars, self harm
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"Hey Hey Hey.. Dont cry Hotch." He stares at me startled.
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"Hotch what are you crying about? I'm fine!"
He looks at my arms, the same ones covered in scars.
I look down. shit. how was i going to explain this?
"oh- Hotch those are old."
Hotch smiles, but clearly disagrees.
"Y/N, I am a profiler, i'm not that dumb. I know why you did it. No need to explain."
"Hotch-"
"its okay, y/n" Hotch smiles while having a sparkle in his eyes.
GOD those eyes.
His dark brown eyes.
I must've been staring for a while because next thing I know he is an inch from my face.
I focus back in and he is against the wall again. I had butterflies in my stomach. I close my eyes.
Emily walks back in finally, with my water.
"Thank you Em." I smile and I take a small sip.
I watch as her and Hotch go into the hall. They talk for a couple mins and peacefully walk back in.
I try and get up but they wont let me they lay me back down.
"I wanna go to work!" I say.
"You can't. Not for a couple weeks. You had major surgery." Hotch states simply.
The way his lips fall down when he says 'couple', gives me butterflies and how they slowly pull apart.
*time change to: 2 weeks later*
Finally. I can walk and leave. I love hospitals.
But right now, I miss work. I miss Morgan, Reid, Rossi, Penelope, JJ. All of them. Even if they did visit me. I still miss them all.
I bet that Hotch caught Rossi up with what had happened since he had been in a seminar in LA.
I walk to Hotch's car, he helps me in. Hotch has always had a soft spot for me.
I look over to him getting into the car. I watch as he pulls the seatbelt over me, softly. grazing my scar.
I wince, it still hurts a little but nothing some ibuprofen can't handle.
He buckles me in, and we head down towards my house.
"Grab a bag, and pack some clothes. You can't stay here."
"What- why?"
"This house will trigger PTSD, you need to be in a household that doesn't do that, so you'll be living with me and Jack."
Jack. His 10 year old son.
"Oh, Ok." I grabbed all my clothes.
I walk out the door, I see the the last two years in scenes as i walk through my hallway and out my door. I see all the fights, all the gifts, and all the blood.
I walk back to his car. I get in and I hope i never see this house again.
I hope i never go through any of this again.
I hope i can be happy.
Next moment we were at my house but now i am at a house that i have no memories with, no abuse, and no scars. no trama. like a safe house.
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