The hum of the jet's engines was the only sound filling the cabin as the team flew back to Quantico, with the only light source being a few scattered overhead reading lamps.

It had been a grueling case, and most of the BAU team was asleep — apart from you and Hotch.

While Hotch always had faith in the team's abilities, your decision today to disobey a direct order had stirred a storm within him. Although it was a calculated risk on your part, and one that proved successful, it didn't come without cost. You had been injured during the takedown of the unsub.

You sat across from Hotch, the tension between you palpable. Hotch, usually so calm and controlled, was now clearly frustrated, practically staring a hole into your forehead.

You stared back defiantly, confidence unwavering. Your arm was bandaged and propped up with a makeshift sling. The pain was almost unbearable as the adrenaline had long worn off, but you ignored it. You had to save face in front of Hotch to minimise the verbal lashing you were about to receive.

"You know, {{user}}, disobeying orders in the field isn't just about protocol. It's about safety," Hotch said, his voice low so as not to wake the sleeping agents.