This first case that the team is gonna go on is from another story I read intelligence & issues by QuickCharade it's so good and i wanted to put my own spin on it.

Today was the day that marks one year since you've been on the team. One Birthday. One Christmas. One thanksgiving. And all the other holidays in between. It felt more than a year since you blessed the team with your genius.

You were the second youngest member to have ever joined the FBI let alone the BAU. You and Reid often had a debate about who was smarter.

Your IQ was at 192 compared to his 187. Yet he could read 500 more words a minute. Among the same amount of PhDs you and eidetic memories, you both called it a tie. The team was thankful for that. They were tired of having you both go on and on one topic seeing who knew more.

But this day was special to you. You were able to handle the most gruesome cases and still came in the next day. Everyone says the first year is always the hardest. Some people weren't cut out for the FBI but you knew you could handle it.

If people only looked at your file they won't think you could do it either. A girl from a small town. Graduate college when she was 18.

You certainly had a wide range of knowledge that could accommodate everyone on the team. You could talk to Reid about practically anything and not have to take a breath.

Morgan and Rossi with sports, but unlike Reid you knew what they were talking about.

You've had lengthy conversations with Penelope about how she came up with the software for her computer system.

JJ with the way the media may react to updates about cases.

You talked to Emily about all the different places she's been. You haven't been there but you've read so much about them it felt like you have.

That all left Hotch. He was difficult unlike the rest of the team. He was more closed off. He was hard to read. You did have your times when you got through to him. But you were 99% sure he only saw you as the new girl. Half his age. Bubbly.

However, being new to the team didn't stop you from thinking about your boss more than half the time. Even though he was harder to read than everyone else you guys were closer than you'd like to admit. No one notices it, well to your knowledge. You and Hotch had run into each other at a coffee shop that was a block from your house and surprisingly close to his. Whenever you saw each other there you would take a minute to talk to each other. You could see he was slightly uncomfortable with the interaction but never stopped them.

You were pretty sure that no one knew was your one year and that was ok. But when you walked up to your desk you saw a small Bouquet and a sticky note that read: Congrats on dealing with us for a whole year -Derek.

You smile and turn to Derek who had been watching you since you walked in.

"Thank you." You said and hugged him before putting your bag down.

"Anytime girl wonder." Ah, the nickname. The nickname was the least favorite part of the job. There were so many other things he could call you. But since you and Reid argued the true meaning of documentaries you guys had watched, that had become your nickname.

You pushed the flowers to the corner of your desk. You got up to get some coffee because you needed a minute to soak in the view. Everything looked new and shiny again, like your first day. Before you had a chance to think back to your first day Hotch's voice boomed through the bullpen.

"We got a case." He announced and walked to Rossi's office. You finished fixing your coffee and head to the briefing room. You were the first one in. You saw Penelope standing by the TV remote already in hand.

"Congratulations!" She almost yelled at the sight of you.

"Thank you." You said and walked over to hug her. Penelope's hugs were always the best. A big bear hug as you described it.

"Why are we hugging?" Emily asked. You opened your mouth to say something but Penelope beat you to it.

"It's Y/N's one year!" She exclaimed again.

"It's who's one year?" JJ said walking in alongside the rest of the team.

"Y/N's," Emily repeated to JJ. Everyone's faces lit up and had a group hug. You even saw a little smirk come from Hotch. Rossi kissed your forehead and mumbled something in Italian.

"Congrats," Hotch said and took his usual seat not joining in the group hug.

"Thank you, all of you." You said and took your seat and everyone followed your lead.

"Ok crime fighters. It looks like your guys are jetting off to the small town of Stars Hollow, Connecticut. That very very very small town that housed our very own Y/N L/N until the ripe age of 18. She-"

"Penelope the case," You remind her.

"Right. There have been a string of suicides that have happened within the past 2 weeks."

"How many are we talking about?" Derek asked.

"3," Penelope said and kept giving the details. You focus your attention on the case file in front of you. The victim looked just like you. Same hair color and hair type. Same eye color. They were the same age as you when you were in college. Maybe you knew them, maybe you guys crossed paths. It was understandable you grew up in the same place, a few blocks away.

"Y/N." Hotch's deep voice brought you out of the trans.

"What?" You looked at your team confused.

"Are you ok?" Hotch whispered so it was only you that could hear. His voice sent shivers down your spine, you sat up straight and answered.

"I'm fine." You whispered back.

"Do you know them?" Derek asked.

"Uh- I don't know. I mean their faces look familiar, maybe I've passed them while walking around town but I didn't know them directly."

"Does this kinda stuff happen?" You laugh your yourself.

"It never happens, people don't talk about that kinda stuff." You paused. "They don't talk about mental illnesses, if you can't see it then it doesn't exist."

"Do you think these could be murders?" Reid asked.

"I have no clue because I don't think that there could be a murder among them. Even if no one admits it there is a chance that they could be suicides. But I don't know what could've gotten them to that point."

"Well that's what we're gonna find out, wheels up is 30," Hotch said and the team stood up and walked out of them.

All you guys were on the jet your head was in your hands. You were going home. You were gonna see the people that you grew up with.

"You're nervous to go back home?" Derek asked across from you.

"Terrified."

"Why?" He asked.

"I haven't been home since I graduated." Were all you said and your phone dinged You had informed your mom that you were coming home for a case. She texted you back saying something about having dinner before you left. Your face had no emotion.

"What happened?" Derek asked.

"My mom, she wants to have dinner before we leave. I don't know how to say sorry mom my boss is kind of an ass sometimes and I don't know if I'll be able to see you."

"I head that," Hotch said from behind you. Your eye widened a bit.

"Yeah, I meant for you to hear it." You tighten your jaw not knowing what else to say. Derek folded his lips together trying to laugh.

"Oops." You whisper and banged your head on the table.

~~~~~

Hotch had instructed you had him go to your college cause it seems all the girls had been going there as well. You jump into the car and on the road you were. You guys say in comfortable silence for a good amount of time until he said something.

"I don't mind if you have dinner it's your mother before we leave. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to stay with her while we're here." Hotch tried to clear the air.

"Thank you, sir." You looked at your hands as if they were the most intriguing thing in the world.

"You don't have to call me sir when there's no one around."

"I know, thank you. Also I might actually say with my mom. She wants to see me the most she can." He nodded.

"How long has it been since you've visited."

"Since I graduated." You said.

"Why so long?"

"This town, I love 'em. I just needed a break you know? Here everyone knows everyone and there's no way around that. Everyone knows your business. No privacy. You break up with your boyfriend, everyone knows about it. Your dad leaves, everyone knows about it." You stop abruptly and turn to look out the window. You wipe away the tears that had fallen.

"How old were you even he left?" He glanced at you.

"16." You said and sucked back the other tears.

"Y/N." His voice was soft. He pulled over and turned to face you.

"I'm fine." You licked your lips trying to convince yourself too.

"It's ok if your not." He said and placed a hand in your shoulder.

"It's was 10 years ago. I'm fine."

"Ok." His hand fell to your back and you slightly flinched at the movement. "We're just gonna sit right here for a second." He said sat there and watched you as your whipped your face again and calmed down. Once he was sure you were ok he started to drive again. You guys say in silence again until you reached the campus. It was bigger then you remembered. He parked the car and you jumped out. You took in the view of the building.

"Look different?" He asked.

"Bigger." He raised his eyebrows.

"What?" you asked him.

"Normally people say it looks smaller because they grew up but ok." He said and started to walk towards the building.

"Where are you going?" You asked.

"The office." He answered with kind of a duh tone.

"It's fast if we go this way." You point and started walking. You pushed through the doors and saw a few kids walking around. You turn down a few hallways and into the office you were.

"Is that Y/N all grown up?" Miranda asked.

"Yes it is." You said and hugged the small women. Hotch stood behind you and watched the interaction.

"Hotch this is Miranda, she's the main secretary here. I talked to her a whole bunch when I was going to school here." He nodded.

"Miranda, this is Agent Aaron Hotchner."

"What the hell did you do?" She asked and looked at Hotch.

"We're here on a case." You said and showered her your badge.

"Oh, look at your in the FBI all grown up. It's not how I remember you?"

"Well the last time you saw me I was 18 so." You smiled. Hotch cleared his throat.

"Right. We're here for the case of the recent suicides." You we're getting down to business.

"I figured." Miranda asked and went back to her desk.

"Did you know the victims?" Hotch finally spoke up. His deep voice caught them both off guard.

"Uh, everyone did. You know how this town works."

"I know. By any chance can we get their files." She nodded and started to make her way upstairs.

"I'm gonna go see if the security cameras saw then leave with somebody." Hotch said and walked out.

"He's very commanding." Miranda said and walked to her office.

"I know." You sat done in front of the desk. You watched as she shuffled through the files on her desk and through the cabinets.

"So how have you been?" She asked you.

"Better since the last time I was here." You stiffen at the remind of the last time you were here.

"That's good. Got a boyfriend yet?" She smirked.

"No, not yet." You smiled.

"What about your partner there, what's his name?

"Hotch?" She nodded. And you opened your mouth not knowing what to say. "He's my boss."

"And?" She shrugged her shoulders.

"And he's twice my age."

"So what, older guys have not common sense."

"Miranda." You were shocked at the conversation you were having with her.

"Y/N the way he looks at you... I won't be surprised."

"The way he looks at me?" You questioned.

"The whole time we talked his eyes never left you. He was watching you like a hawk Y/N." No he wasn't. Even if he was it was probably because of what happened in the car. You thought to yourself.

"Don't be embarrassed. I'm married to a man 9 years older then me." She said and showed her ring.

"Yeah I know, but he's not 14 years older then you."

"He might as well be, I won't care."

"But I can be have a quarter life crisis and he's at home with his 8 year old about to turn 40." You said and threw your hands up.

"Maybe he could be your quarter life crisis." She smirked and there was a sound of Hotch clearing his throat again. You closed your eyes in embarrassment not knowing how much he has heard.

"Security didn't have anything." He said and walked into the room. There was no way to explain the conversation so you went back into profiler mode.

"Did the girls have any boyfriends?" You questioned and starting looking through the files that she placed in front of you.

"Alyssa and Christina did. But these girl don't tell me everything. I would find them holding hand with some guy in the hall and they would be scared shitless. Like when I found out about you and Ben." Your eyes widened at the memory.

"Who's Ben?" Hotch questioned from the corner of the room.

"He was Y/N boyfriend for like 2 years." She shot her the shut-the-fuck look.

"Do we need to talk to him?"

"No!" You responded so fast.

"Well..." Miranda chimed in. "He is a T.A. here and was in some of the girls classes. So you might want to."

"Ok then." His voice was stiff. Mad. Actually, he sounded jealous when she mentioned it.

"Thank you." Hotch said and started to walk out.

"Can I take these files for now and bring them back later?"

"Of course pumpkin, it was good seeing you again." She said. You took the files off her desk and walked out with Hotch. You guys made it back to the car when you realized you forgot one. You walked back up to Merandas office to grab it but on your way down you heard his voice.

"Y/N? Is that you?" Bens voice made you stop in your tracks immediately.

"Hey Ben." You smiled lightly.

"Hi, how have you been?"

"Good, I work for the FBI now." You said and fled the up the file.

"So you did go through with that." He said and laughed.

"Yeah, no thanks to you." His face fell at your comment.

"I was being realistic." He said.

"You were being an asshole." You were getting mad.

"Look I was trying to do what I thought was best for you ok." He took a step closer and you took and step back.

"Yeah you telling me my dream was bullshit wasn't in my best interest." You face hadn't changed.

"Well you were such a little bi-"

"I advise you walk away before finished the rest of that sentence." You heard Hotch voice come around the corner. You were annoyed but thankful that we was everywhere.

"Who the hell are you?" Ben asked.

"I'm the guy that gonna beat your ass if you lay a hand on my agent." Hotch said and looked down at Ben. There was a noticeable height difference. Hotch towered over him. With out another word Ben walked away.

"Are you ok?" Hotch asked.

"I'm fine." You said. You still haven't moved.

"I take it that's Ben." Hotch added.

"Uh-huh." You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Hotch took a minute to examine your body language.

"Can you save your questions for later please?" You asked and made your way to the car.

~~~~~

All the victims had so many things in common. They were in the same classes. We're gonna get the same degree. They were all straight A students. There were to many similarities. You look at your watch and it read 9:45pm.

"Alright everyone, it's getting late. Let go get some rest and come back with fresh eyes tomorrow." Hotch said from the head of the table. Everyone nodded. You were last one to finish packing up.

"So you gonna stay with your mom?" Hotch asked. You thought he has already left.

"Um, yeah. I was gonna start walking." You said and grabbed your bag.

"Walk?" He questioned.

"Yeah. She only lives a few blocks from here. It'll take me like 10 minutes." You said.

"Your not walking." Hotch said.

"Why not?"

"Becuase there is a serial killer out there hunting girls that look just like you."

"There might not even be a serial killer." You reminded him.

"Yeah well we're not gonna take that chance." He said sternly.

"What do you suggest I do then?" You asked.

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"I'm gonna drop you off." He said.

"Hotch you don't need to do that."

"Well your not gonna walk." He said and you followed him to the car. You started to give him the directions on where to turn. You pull up to your mom house. It wasn't the biggest but it was decently sized. The porch lights were still on which meant she was still awake. You grab your go-bag from the back seat and walked up to the door. You mom had the biggest smile.

"My baby." She wrapped her arms around you. You unlatched yourself from her and waved at Hotch telling him your were ok. You shut the door and watched as the lights disappeared.

"Who was that?" Your mom asked.

"Hotch."

"Boss man?" She asked again. You nodded. You threw your bag on the couch and walk to the kitchen were there was a glass of whine waiting for you.

"Ah I love being home." You brought the glass fo your lips and took a light sip.

"Only when I have liquor huh?" You mom followed you and sat across from you.

"And food." You smiled and walked to the fridge. Nothing looked appealing to you. You class if and say back down.

"So Hotch?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Is that the question?" You asked back.

"Is there anything there." You were confused at what she was asking you.

"Do you like him Y/N?" I you chugged back the rest of your whine before saying something.

"What is with people and thinking we're together?"

"Because no normal boss drops off there subordinate at their mothers house." She poured more whine into his glass. "Or waits for them to get inside before driving away."

"I do that. You taught me to do that." You pointed out.

"Well I don't see you dropping him off anywhere." She threw it right back at you.

"Touché." You took a sip.

"So?" She asked again.

"He's just my boss." You said and let the glass hang under your nose.

"Ok." Your mom said and raised her eyebrows

"What you don't believe me?" You asked.

"I didn't say that."

"You implied that." You smirked.

"I don't like this profiling thing." She point at you.