Summary: Brittney is having a hard time with her boyfriend Eric, who doesn't trust her, and is starting to lose faith in herself and on ever finding true love. As her world starts to fall apart can Aaron and the team help her put her life back together?
Author's Note
I own none of the Criminal Minds characters, but I do own two characters in this story. Eric and Brittney are of my own creation. Eric is an extremely jealous and possessive boyfriend of Brittney. On the other hand, Brittney is a humble, joyous, fun, loving FBI agent who happens to be on the BAU team. Again, I would love your feedback.
"Hello…?"
"Brittney, I need you to come and get us."
"Who is this?"
"Derek."
"Do you realize what time it is?"
"Nope, but we're too drunk to drive."
"Who is we, and where are you?"
"Aaron, Dave and I, Joey's."
"Fine, I'm on the way."
The line went dead.
"Babe, who was that? It's 2 a.m."
"Derek, he and the guys are at Joey's and are not sober enough to drive. I would rather go get them, then for them to get into an accident."
"I'm going with you."
"You don't have to go with me and like you said its 2 a.m."
"It would make me feel better to know that you're safe. Besides, you're going to pick up three very drunk men; it would make me feel better if I went."
"So you don't trust them is that it?"
"I mean you work with these people, and WE have been dating for six months, you obviously don't trust them enough to introduce them into that part of your life."
The whole time he was making his point I was pulling on a sweatshirt and some pants. When I was done, I turned to reply, "Just so you know, I do trust them enough to let them into that part of my life, as a matter of fact, I trust them with my life. Oh, and just so you know the entire team has met my brothers, two of them anyway, and you have met how many? Look, I am going to pick them up whether you like it or not."
"Look, babe, I am going with you whether you like it or not."
"I just have to ask, do you not trust me?"
"I didn't say that. I just want to keep you safe. Babe, I love you and I'm going."
"Ugh…ok," I conceded. "They so owe me."
"What was that?"
"What was what?"
"Didn't you say something else?"
"Nope."
Twenty minutes later I pulled up to the bar to see them already standing outside. I stepped out of my car to wave them over only to realize they did not see me so I yelled, "Get your drunk asses over here before you have to call a cab," and then got back in my car.
"You're so damn cute when you're grumpy."
I glared at my boyfriend. I truly believe he does not trust me.
As soon as Aaron was in the car he slurred, "Thanks for cumming to get us."
Derek started laughing like a little schoolgirl. I could see the anger on Eric's face, so, fortunately, the rest of the car ride was silent.
I dropped off Dave first and just as I was about to pull off I realized that Derek lives completely on the other side of town, so I turned to him and said, "You're staying at Aaron's tonight." The only response I got was a nonchalant shrug. Lucky for me Aaron and I stay in the same apartment building.
It was a real struggle getting them, Aaron and Derek, up the stairs, but Eric and I made it work. With each of them on either side of the door as I asked Aaron where his keys were. He thought for a moment and replied with, "Err in I posket."
I dug around in his pockets and when I reached into his front left pocket my hand came in contact with his raging hard on and I noticed that his fists were balled tightly by his sides. I quickly extracted my hand from his pocket. In that moment I remembered that Derek had a spare key to Aaron's apartment. I let us in and as my boyfriend stabilized Derek he asked, "What are you gonna do with them now?"
"Put Derek in the guest bedroom down the hall and I'll take care of it from there."
Eric gave me a skeptical look and then did as he was told to do. Once I got Aaron into his room, I sat him on the bed and began to make him more comfortable. I had just removed his shirt and was about to remove his pants when he grabbed my wrist and shook his head.
"No, don't."
"Why not, I know you won't be comfortable sleeping in your jeans."
"I know, but you're my subordinate."
"Yeah, so, you're my supervisor, but I also care."
Aaron finally lets go of my wrist and nodded his go ahead. When I had gotten Aaron taken care of I went down the hall to do the same for Derek. Once that was done Eric and I went back upstairs to my apartment to get some sleep before we had to get up for work.
A couple hours later, around 6 o'clock, there was this incessant knocking on my door. Blurry eyed and still half asleep I stumbled down the hall to answer it. Not to my surprise, Aaron and Derek were on the other side; fully awake, dressed and ready for work; looking like death warmed over.
"How exactly did we get into my apartment last night?" Aaron asked the second my door was fully open.
"Yeah, and why am I not at home?" piped in Derek.
"Why do you guys assume I know?"
"Do you not know?"
"Um…yea, give me 20 minutes to get dressed and I'll be down for coffee."
Derek chuckled, "Is that your way of asking for coffee?"
"No, that is my way of saying that if you want any answers, then I suggest you have coffee. Besides, you guys owe me."
Aaron smiled, "Your coffee will be waiting, 2 creams and 4 sugars, right?"
"Yep, see you in 20."
I shut the door and turned around to see my boyfriend staring at me the way he does when he's jealous.
"Who was that?"
"Why?"
"What do you mean why?"
"I mean, why do you need to know who was at the door?"
"I need to know who my girlfriend is talking to especially when she's dressed like that! Why is everything an argument with you, can you ever just give me a straight answer, what are you sixteen? You're always asking why, the next time you ask why, I'm going to give you a reason to ask why, damn it."
"Are you threatening me, and what are you, my father? So help me you ever lay a hand on me, you're going to regret ever letting the thought crossed your mind. What do you mean 'especially when she's dressed like that' dressed like what?"
Eric sighed, "Babe, you're in sweats and a sports bra. You can't just answer the door dressed like some horny housewife. I mean if you'd stop thinking with your fucking vagina you'd realize you're dressed like a god damn slut, and no one, and I mean NO ONE, should see you dressed like that unless they're me."
I wasn't going to let him screw up my day, not today. He can yell and scream and call me what he wants on any other day but today. Today I woke up in a good ass mood and I WILL NOT let him fuck up my day. I can see that look in his eyes, he is waiting for my reply so that he can start on another tear on my self-esteem. Not like that's anything new.