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CRIMINAL MINDS FANFIC
Parings: fem!reader (she/her) x Hotch
Warnings: general canon criminal minds related violence (guns, blood, killers, etc.) talks of mental issues, childhoods trauma, the mafia, tiny pinch of angst and ofc ✨fluff✨
(btw this is an enemies to lovers!!!)
*THIS IS IMPORTANT!!! Your triggers and absolutely 100% valid regardless of how silly you think it is! if I ever miss anything please tell me!
Also this is a slow burn and this chapter is really just a build up and into for the reader!
Beautiful orangey and yellow rays peek through
your blinds as the sun begins to rise. They engulf parts of your room with warmth and those rays come and directly land in your eyes alerting you that it’s morning.
“Ugh! Bro I just fell asleep!”
You blink a few times and then squint. The sunlight had temporarily blinded you. You stare at your window, processing the fact that you now had to get up and go to work. You sigh and let you head fall into you hands.
“They should pay me more…”
You go on under your breath about how you wished you got to sleep more. Then finally you shove your covers off yourself and climb out of your bed sort of ready for a new day. 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙. 𝑀𝑜𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠sing.
Little did you know how much of a blessing this
day was just about to be…
You had a simple desk job at the fbi and helped out
whoever needed help. It was almost funny, someone as qualified as you with a desk job? If it wasn’t such a waste people might laugh but instead it was tragic. The thing was you never liked attention. You didn’t really want a lot of fame or glory. Maybe a long time ago you did but not anymore. You preferred the quiet paperwork and solitude. It was peaceful and even therapeutic to you. And you never wanted more and never had any dreams or desires…. Right?
No. Not at all. The truth was the reason why you were so over qualified for your job. You were both smart and strong. Back in high-school you were in a dual-enrollment program meaning that you took college classes in high-school. Subjects ranging from philosophy to math to the arts. But your personal favorite the very thing that got you hooked to and what you studied in college, Psychology. You were part of multiple clubs in and outside of school too. Your favorite their being mma (mixed martial arts). You managed to graduate early with flying colors and great SAT scores and even scholar ships to many schools. You were so excited to study criminal psychology and more you didn’t even take a break, not for a moment. It was your area of study. But it was something you didn’t like to mention to people. Was it ridicule you feared? You did face being made fun of a lot before or was it expectations you felt you may not be able to fulfill that scared you? Whatever the reason the thought that you could be a profiler right now would sometimes creep up on you. You would shake them off. It was a far away dream that would never happen, a dream you were to scared to try and go for. That’s the type of person you were. Cautious and timid regardless of the fiery passion for profiling inside you. Or at least that’s what you thought
Oh, and one final thing a thing that you couldn’t exactly put on a resume….You had literally been trained to kill since you were a kid. It was pretty unbelievable. Your personality wasn’t exact what people expect when they think “raised to kill.” What on Earth you may ask? Well the thing was your uncle was in the mafia and you were part of the family business. Emphasis on were. He taught you everything you may have needed to know. Since he never had any kids of his own you were next in line. He made it pretty clear he didn’t trust your father with much. You had quite a bit of skills under your belt. But you ran away. How could you so easily run away from that life? From the family business? You changed everything but you know it wasn’t enough and the fact you didn’t actually have a criminal record kept law enforcement away. But you always suspected to only reason you walked away so easily was because your uncle had let you…
“How ironic, honestly. Now I work for my enemies.”
The thoughts of your past were like trick candles they just kept coming back no matter how hard you blew them away. You shook your head desperately trying to eat your breakfast in peace. Eventually you decided it was enough and grabbed your bag and car keys. 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘. 𝐸𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔! You sarcastically say in your head. You truly didn’t know what fate had in store for you…
A/n: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I don’t usually write FanFiction and this is my first criminal minds fanfic so please go easy on me. And to the writer out there if you have any writing advice then please let me know!