gods & monsters. |a. hotchner x reader| (on hold!)

one.

Examining your newly dark locks in the mirror in front of you, you speak up, "This can't possibly be a good idea, Morgan" 

You glance up a bit in the mirror at your friend and teammate, seeing he was watching you with his arms crossed. He didn't seem very thrilled about it either, "I agree, but we've got to listen to Strauss or she'll off our heads" He let a small joke out, and you chuckle lightly. You then went back to playing with your hair, "It suits you, you look beautiful" He complimented, 

"Thank you" You replied. You hadn't been sure about any of this, you had never been so stressed out in your entire life actually. Going undercover was never fun, and not knowing if you were going to be coming out of it alive was even worse. "I don't know about this one, honestly Morgan. I mean sure, this is my job and all, and I'm a professional. But I don't know how long I'll be able to keep up this act" You stood up, turning to look at him.

He walked closer to you, and he rested his hand on your arm. He knew you were nervous, "Y/n, you can do this. I wouldn't have picked you out of all of those applicants three years ago if I thought you weren't going to be an excellent candidate. You know exactly what you're doing. If anyone were to live a double life, it would be you. You got this" 

You and Derek had always been closer than anyone on the team, even though you purposely tried not to get attached to any of them. Not because you hadn't liked them, but you knew you were only here for undercover missions. No one knew anything about you, the only people who knew your real identity were the six people on your team and your immediate family. 

It was quite literally your job to never get caught, and if people knew who you were, they could accidentally out you. You didn't have many friends because of this, and you were no longer close to your family. That transition wasn't too hard for you, though. Your family life was ruined a long time ago. 

You had been on four missions before, all successful. But this one was different, this was one of the more dangerous unsubs. He had been the Don of one of the largest running mafia groups in the entire world, stationed right in New York City. The team had come to set you up, you were currently stationed in the FBI Headquarters in NYC. 

He was slaughtering people left and right, and he wasn't being as secretive as he used to be about it. He had been thirsty for blood, he enjoyed shooting people and leaving their bodies right in the middle of their restaurants or businesses. 

Nobody had known what he was doing, but everyone knew who he was. In fact, he was named the richest man to ever live, considering he had owned the worlds most successful luxury redevelopment corporation. 

Hotchner Enterprises. 

Everyone loved the man, he had been eye candy for girls of all ages and had been role models for boys around the world. What they didn't know was that underneath it all, he had been running an entire branch of the mafia. 

"Hey guys" You heard, and Derek let go of you, the two of you looking to see who had just walked in. This revealed JJ, holding a large garment bag. "Your makeup looks great" She spoke up as she hung it off a hook attached to the door. You thanked her as she unzipped it, revealing a long red satin gown. You had thought it was absolutely beautiful, 

"It's his favorite color, he'll be drawn to it and notice you faster" This time, it was Prentiss talking. You nod, "You should probably put it on now, you're leaving very soon" She pointed out, and you walk over to the gown. You took it out of the garment bag, but hesitantly. 

Yes, it was beautiful. But you were still not ready for what was to come. 

Everyone started to walk out, but Derek stopped next to you. You glanced up at him, "You'll be great. Pretty boy and I'll drive you there, okay?" You nod again, and he left you in the room to change.