《I hate politics》Going home
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You had been in the hospital for 2 days now. You had told the team to go back home multiple times but they said they were going to wait for you. Dr. Grey said that things were starting to clear up and you could go home at the end of the day.
"Can she fly home with us?" Emily asked the doctor.
"Yes." You answered.
"You're not a doctor." She looked over at you.
"Well, technically I am."
"You know what I mean." She looked back over to the doctor.
"You can fly, but you need to be cleared by your primary doctor to be able to go back in the field." You signing the discharge papers. You didn't pay attention to what she was saying because you knew everyone else was. Once they took your IV out you were free to go. Everyone watched as you walked to the bathroom to change back into your normal clothes. A sweater and some leggings were all the clean clothes you had. You walked out and no one's gaze had left the bathroom door.
"You guys are creeps." You said watched everyone crack a small smile. You slowly make it to the wheelchair that was waiting for you. Aaron felt helpless. He couldn't do anything to ease your pain. He couldn't even look as conceded as the rest of the team without drawing suspension. You knew the second you guys got home he was going in 100% boyfriend mood.
Emily was one along with Hotch that hasn't left your side since you guys made it out of the church. The car ride was silent and it was hard for you to keep your eyes open. The darkness from outside didn't help either. You forced your eyes open when you pulled up to the jet. You go to the trunk to grab the bag that was soon taken from you by Derek. You didn't have the energy to argue with him. You walked over to the couch that was awaiting you. JJ threw a blanket over you. You saw Aaron and Emily take the seat that was across from you. Before they had a chance to close the door to the jet you were fast asleep.
You were so tired but you couldn't keep yourself sleeping. Your eyes were closed but you could hear everything.
"Wait so how did all this start?" It was Emily you could tell she was talking to Aaron.
"After the case in her hometown. I told her to finish her doctorate...and I kissed her." You could hear the smile in his voice.
"Who knew Aaron Hotchner was so spontaneous," Emily said.
"Do you love her?" Your heart started beating out of your chest and you were certain they could hear it.
"Yeah, I do," Aaron responds with no hesitation.
"Have you told her that?" Emily wasn't as shocked to hear this as you were.
"I don't know how." Aaron didn't know how to be a person outside of this job sometimes. So you appreciated every time you guys went out cause you knew it didn't come around a lot.
"You say, Y/N I love you. It's just that easy." Emily saying it like it was common knowledge. Which I guess it was. But since Aaron hadn't been in many relationships he forgot how they worked. That's why you two hadn't slept together yet. It was something you both had agreed upon after the first few dates. It wasn't something either of you just jumped into. You wanted it to mean something. Everything with him meant something but still.
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You shift your body on the couch and everyone held their breath thinking you were going to wake up. You pull the blanket over your face and open your eyes. Should you just say you heard it. Do you play it off like you were sleeping the whole time? You exhale deeply and pull the blanket off your face. You were met with two pairs of eyes.
"Well hello there," Emily said and you smiled to the best of your ability.
"Are we almost home?" You asked and snuggled into the blanket.
"We have another 2 hours." Aaron stood from his seat and crouch down to your eye level. He didn't suspect a thing. You nodded and he placed his hand on one of the bruises on your cheek. "Go back to sleep you need your rest." He kissed the top of your head.
"I've been resting for 2 days." You mumbled.
"Well, you gonna be doing that for a while, so get used to it." He stood up and you glared as he walked back to his seat. Emily just smiled at the whole interaction. You close your eyes when there was a sudden buzzing in your pocket. You pull out your phone, it was Emily.
You heard us talking, didn't you?
She knew you better than anyone. She knew what it looked like when you faked sleeping.
Maybe.
Do you love him?
So much.
You guys are both dumb. You love each other so just say it.
She was right and you knew that. You looked up to her, she had started talking with Aaron about something else cause he had his boss face on. You stuff your phone back in your pocket and snuggle back into the blanket.
~~~~~
The plane had landed and you guys were finally home. Emily stood over you and shook you. Nothing. She grabbed you and shook you a little harder. You slapped her arm and mumbled something about leaving you alone.
"This is why I don't wake her." Emily said to the rest of the team. Derek stepped over and took the blanket off of you. You groaned and opened you eyes.
"Asshole." You move to sit up when a sharp pain went straight to your stomach. Derek holds his hand out to help you up. That was about the only time you took help from someone. He helps walk you to the car. You climb into the passenger seat while Aaron get on the drivers side. It wasn't irregular for you to drive with Aaron, but it was for Emily to ride with you two. It was almost 11 o'clock when you all pulled up the the BAU.
"Can you get me the files that are on my desk?" You asked as Aaron parked.
"I'm not getting you any work. You have to distress for the next couple of days."
"This job. Distress. Have fun with that." Emily said from the back seat.
"If you get work then I get work." You ignored her
"I get work cause I'm the boss." He said.
"Exactly, and my boss would be pissed if I didn't get my paperwork in on time." You had a point and he knew there was no arguing with you.
"I could think of a few things you could do to not make him so mad." Emily added. Neither of you acknowledged what said has said.
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"Fine." He turned off the car and stepped out. Emily grabbed her bag from the trunk and came up to the window.
"I'll be by tomorrow to come check on you." She didn't mean that as a request.
"You don't think the boss man can deal with me on his own?" You asked jokingly.
"I'm sure he can, I just wanna make sure everything's ok."
"Emily I'm gonna be fine." You moved your hand up and down her arm.
"I know, cause Hotch won't let you move a muscle with out telling him."
"Very true." You agreed when Derek walked over.
"You gonna be ok kiddo? You need a ride home?" Derek asked.
"I'll be fine. Hotch is gonna drop me, my place is on the way to his." You weren't lying. He was dropping you off and his house was close to yours, just he wasn't going to leave your house. You waved by to everyone and waited for Aaron to get back. When you got back in the car he handed you 3 files.
"Ok I know there was at least 7 more on my
desk." You take them from his hand and put them in your lap.
"I know there was, but I don't want you to worry about it." He out his stack of files in his bag. He pulled out of the parking spot and you watched his every move.
"Is everything ok?" He asked an placed his hand on your thigh.
"I over heard you and Emily's conversation on the jet." You started and his face stiffened a little. "I just... wanted to say.... that...I love you." You put his hand in yours.
"I love you too." He said with no hesitation.
~~~~~
The light shine through the curtain and beam right on your eyes. You squeeze your eyes shut and move you head further into Aaron's chest. There was no chance in hell that you were gonna go back to sleep. When you open your eyes you could see Aaron was out. He doesn't move in his sleep, unless he's having a nightmare. It was early, everything still had and oranges glow to it. You slow maneuver your way out of his arms. Nothing was hurting yet which was unexpected. You move to the window to close the curtains. He the one that hasn't slept in 3 days.
When you step in the shower you let the cold water run down your back. You were just about the only person in the world to take a cold shower in November. But it was the only thing that was gonna wake you up. The bruises on your stomach weren't as dark as they were 3 days earlier.
When you step out and wrap a towel around you there was a knock at the door.
"Yeah?" Aaron's opens the door and peeks his head in.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Like 20 minutes."
"Why didn't you wake me?" He steps in and closes the door. He looks at the bruises on his face.
"Cause you looked more tired then I am. You've been awake since I've been in the hospital." You run your hand down his arm.
"Well I'm just making sure your taking it easy cause we both know your going to junk back into work to soon."
"Week and a half." That was all you said.
"A week and a half for what?"
"A week and a half till my bruises are light enough for me to cover with make up. And a week and a half till my concussion is better. Until then I can stay with Penelope when you guys are gone." You were very clear on how things were going to go.
"You really did think it through." He said.
"Yeah well I hate sitting in my ass." You diverted your eyes.
"Your not sitting in your ass, your getting better."
"Well if I take too long to get better my body will forget what's it's like to be in the field."
"I'm sure Morgan won't let that happen." He smiled. He was right Morgan wasn't gonna make sure you didn't get rusty.
The team had gotten the next few days off so that meant staying in bed and nothing else. Aaron muttered something about getting Jack and you nodded along. You loved it when Jack was around cause that meant Aaron had to talk about something else other then work. It was also a nice sight, him being soft. He kissed you on the head and left the bathroom. You dried off and got dressed.
When you walked into your living room he was still putting his shoes on.
"Ok don't do anything drastic while I'm gone." He stood up.
"Yeah yeah yeah. Go get Jack." He dipped his head down to kiss you lips before walking out. You turn and see your apartment was a mess. There was a decent amount of food in the fridge, but a lot of dishes. Blankets and clothes covered the couch and the floor. When JJ calls at 3 o'clock in the morning organization isn't the first thing on your mind. You take your time walking to the living room to start picking up the clothes. You spread the blanket out on the couch so it looks more homie. After you finish washing the dishes and putting them away you plop down on the couch and find a child friendly movie for even Jack gets here. As of on cue both father and son walk through the door.
"Y/N!" He yells and runs to you on the couch but then stops before jumping on you.
"Hi." It a normal thing for him to get excited to see you even before you and Aaron started going out. But it was strange for him not to hug you. "No hug." You stick out you bottom lip.
"My daddy said I can't jump on you because you got hurt." Jack said and stood awkwardly. You look up to see Aaron standing in the kitchen with a serious look.
"Yeah one of the bad guys did hurt me but I'm ok now." His face lights up and falls into your lap. You pull him in for a tight hug, when he finds his seat next to you, Aaron walks over with pancakes.
"I figured you didn't want to make breakfast." He hand you and Jack your plates.
"You are correct." It was probably a good idea to put something else in your stomach besides hospital food.
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