The Long, Lonely Road Ahead
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Category:
1 through F › Criminal Minds
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
35
Views:
3,843
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own "Criminal Minds" and make no money from writing this story. This is purely a fun fic, written mostly for my own pleasure.
Epilogue One
The following events take place after Hotch’s divorce but prior to JJ’s giving birth.
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The Long, Lonely Road Ahead
Epilogue One:
I sat behind my desk at the University of Hawaii, Hilo Campus, and cursed the a/c that wasn’t functioning at the moment. It was the end of September, but it was still hot and humid, with rain almost every day at some point. I was trying to grade freshman English papers, my class’ first ones for the semester, and I was failing miserably. I couldn’t stop thinking about Aaron.
***
It had been about a year and nine months since we’d been together, but in September I thought about him more than usual. After all, September was when Eryn was born. I remembered telling Aaron that we didn’t need birth control—after all, I’d been told by doctor after doctor that there was no way I could get pregnant again, or stay pregnant if I did conceive. And I’d had a couple of miscarriages years after I’d had my first two children, so that seemed to clinch it. With Jesse, and with previous love affairs, we’d had unprotected sex and I had never conceived, no matter how many chances we’d given it. So I was surprised beyond imagining to discover a month or so into the new year that I was pregnant.
I’d been originally taken to a suburb of Dallas by the US Marshals, but true to his word, two days later Aaron couriered to me a new set of papers, including my current teaching assignment and a plane ticket in my new name—Sylvie Beauchamp. The Americans I currently worked with pronounced it Beech-um, and I didn’t bother to correct them. I abandoned my newly acquired things and flew to Hilo, Hawaii, where there was a house already purchased in my new name. That was obviously Pen’s doing and probably a complete misappropriation of government funds. There was a mortgage on the house, of course, but the payments were manageable with my new job. I started as soon as I got there, teaching freshmen the rudiments of English and Psychology.
And then, in September, I gave birth to Eryn Winter Beauchamp, my third daughter, named after her father—someone she would never know. And I cried about that for a while, until I resolved that some day, when she was old enough, she would learn about her father. And some day, when I had the opportunity, I would seek him out and introduce them to each other. In the meantime, I decided a photo wouldn’t hurt anyone…
***
The interoffice mail arrived at that point and I put down my red pen to open my mail. In the stack of envelopes was white envelope with no return address. Intrigued, I opened it first. In it was a single sheet of white paper with typing on it. I read it carefully, and tears came to my eyes. It said:
“Thank you. She’s beautiful. I hope that someday, some how, I’ll be able to meet her.”
And that was all.
Please read and rate and review! We’re just about done, so please, find it in your hearts to give me a bit of feedback. My poor ego needs something.
The Long, Lonely Road Ahead
Epilogue One:
I sat behind my desk at the University of Hawaii, Hilo Campus, and cursed the a/c that wasn’t functioning at the moment. It was the end of September, but it was still hot and humid, with rain almost every day at some point. I was trying to grade freshman English papers, my class’ first ones for the semester, and I was failing miserably. I couldn’t stop thinking about Aaron.
***
It had been about a year and nine months since we’d been together, but in September I thought about him more than usual. After all, September was when Eryn was born. I remembered telling Aaron that we didn’t need birth control—after all, I’d been told by doctor after doctor that there was no way I could get pregnant again, or stay pregnant if I did conceive. And I’d had a couple of miscarriages years after I’d had my first two children, so that seemed to clinch it. With Jesse, and with previous love affairs, we’d had unprotected sex and I had never conceived, no matter how many chances we’d given it. So I was surprised beyond imagining to discover a month or so into the new year that I was pregnant.
I’d been originally taken to a suburb of Dallas by the US Marshals, but true to his word, two days later Aaron couriered to me a new set of papers, including my current teaching assignment and a plane ticket in my new name—Sylvie Beauchamp. The Americans I currently worked with pronounced it Beech-um, and I didn’t bother to correct them. I abandoned my newly acquired things and flew to Hilo, Hawaii, where there was a house already purchased in my new name. That was obviously Pen’s doing and probably a complete misappropriation of government funds. There was a mortgage on the house, of course, but the payments were manageable with my new job. I started as soon as I got there, teaching freshmen the rudiments of English and Psychology.
And then, in September, I gave birth to Eryn Winter Beauchamp, my third daughter, named after her father—someone she would never know. And I cried about that for a while, until I resolved that some day, when she was old enough, she would learn about her father. And some day, when I had the opportunity, I would seek him out and introduce them to each other. In the meantime, I decided a photo wouldn’t hurt anyone…
***
The interoffice mail arrived at that point and I put down my red pen to open my mail. In the stack of envelopes was white envelope with no return address. Intrigued, I opened it first. In it was a single sheet of white paper with typing on it. I read it carefully, and tears came to my eyes. It said:
“Thank you. She’s beautiful. I hope that someday, some how, I’ll be able to meet her.”
And that was all.