27. I'm Not Afraid

To take a stand. Everybody, come take my hand.

*In Maine*

 

*I wake up in the hospital. I’m connected to strings and wires, and my heartbeat is monitored on a monitor. I look with blurry eyes towards a figure sitting in the chair. When my eyes clear up, I notice that it’s Hotch. He sees me awake and stands up. I try to smile, but my mouth and teeth hurt so much that I fail miserably and drop it. I open my mouth to talk, but nothing comes out. My heart races. Have I lost my voice permanently?*

 

Hotchner: Don’t be scared. You’ve lost your voice, but it’s only temporary. You took some beating there.

 

*I reach forward with all my strength and grab his hand. He squeezes mine*

Hotchner: You’re probably wondering what happened.

 

Me: *nods*

 

Hotchner: We found you through the network. According to Megan, one of the girls said that the best place to hide body was the old abandoned warehouse. So we figured it was good to take a look there. We found the UnSub beating you senseless; that’s why your mouth hurts to much. The doctors had to do surgery so that it would save you, only maiming your voice for a little bit.

 

*My voice returns a little bit, so I croak:*

 

Me: How is everyone?

 

Hotchner: Scared for you.

 

Me: I’m okay.

 

Hotchner: I don’t know what you were thinking, going off like that! You could have been killed!

 

Me: He was just scaring me.

 

Hotchner: Were you scared?

 

Me: *firmly* I’m not afraid.

 

Hotchner: I can’t have an agent that goes off on her own.

 

Me: Would we have caught him otherwise?

 

Hotchner: *hesitates*

 

Me: Exactly.

 

Hotch: *squeezes my hand again* Next time, you call us, okay?

 

Me: *laughs weakly* Believe me, I’ve learned my lesson.

 

Hotchner: You’ll be taking tomorrow off from work?

 

Me: No way.

 

Hotchner: You’ve got to be--

 

Me: No, I’m not kidding. I want to go to work.

 

Hotchner: I’m not even sure if they’ll release you!

 

Me: I was just shot.

 

Hotchner: Shooting victims usually stay in the hospital for--

 

Me: You’re staring to sound like Reid.

 

Hotchner: Am I?

 

Me: *laughs weakly again* Very much so.

 

Hotchner: I refuse to let you return to work tomorrow.

 

Me: And I refuse to listen to you.

 

Hotchner: I am your superior.

 

Me: And I’m Supervisory Special Agent Olivia Smith. I can do whatever the hell I want.

 

Hotchner: *stares*

 

Me: *smiles weakly* I’m going to work tomorrow, Hotchy.

 

Hotchner: Fine. But DON’T call me Hotchy.

 

Me: Okay, *he turns to leave* Hotchy.

 

Hotchner: *sighs*

Author's Note

I DASFIERGERIGERGREGRING LOVE YOU AARON HOTCHNER!!!

Reviews

[Short.Nerd]

Yay your alive:D

[Aurora Lynn]

'DASFIERGERIGERGREGRING'?
Still a funny story. Though I'm kind of scared to see what this Jocelyn-centric case is going to be like...

[compositionc]

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Very amusing.
"Hotchy".