The Long, Lonely Road Ahead
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Category:
1 through F › Criminal Minds
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
35
Views:
3,844
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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 Two
The following events take place after Hotch’s divorce but prior to JJ’s giving birth.
And… we’re done.
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The Long, Lonely Road Ahead
Epilogue Two:
Aaron Hotchner sat at his desk in the BAU and looked at the envelope in front of him. It was one year now since Terra had been taken away from him, and he still missed her. He’d buried himself in his work, just like he’d done after his divorce, and they’d solved case after case. But it didn’t fill the void inside of him. It just made him tired and lonely. And now this envelope. There was no return address on it. Nothing to tell him where it came from or who sent it. But he knew. He sliced it open with his letter opener and a photo fell out from inside a sheet of paper. It was a photo of a baby girl in a basket. He turned it over and on the back it said, “Eryn, 12 weeks.” He could feel tears start in his eyes, and he fought them back. He took out the piece of paper and opened it. All it said was, “She’s yours. I miss you.” There was a knock on his office door.
“Aaron? We need you in the conference room,” David Rossi said.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” Hotch said, wiping his eyes and putting down the photo.
“Are you okay?” Rossi asked.
“Close the door,” Hotch replied and Rossi did, sitting down in front of Hotch’s desk.
“What’s going on?” he asked. Hotch handed him the photo and note. When Rossi read them, his eyebrows climbed almost to his hairline.
“Wow. That’s a shock,” he said. “Was there a return address?”
“No,” Hotch said. “I have no idea where she is.”
“So there’s not much you can do then,” Rossi said. “That seems a bit unfair.”
“I have a daughter,” Hotch said, putting his head in his hands. “And I’ll never see her.”
“Maybe someday,” Rossi said. He stood up. “Take your time. When you’re ready, we’ll be in the conference room.”
“I’ll be right there,” Hotch said. He took the photo and note from Rossi, who left the office. Then he sat back in his chair and looked at the photo again, before pulling out his wallet and tucking the photo safely inside. He folded up the note and put it in his breast pocket, and then stood up and walked out.
And… we’re done.
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The Long, Lonely Road Ahead
Epilogue Two:
Aaron Hotchner sat at his desk in the BAU and looked at the envelope in front of him. It was one year now since Terra had been taken away from him, and he still missed her. He’d buried himself in his work, just like he’d done after his divorce, and they’d solved case after case. But it didn’t fill the void inside of him. It just made him tired and lonely. And now this envelope. There was no return address on it. Nothing to tell him where it came from or who sent it. But he knew. He sliced it open with his letter opener and a photo fell out from inside a sheet of paper. It was a photo of a baby girl in a basket. He turned it over and on the back it said, “Eryn, 12 weeks.” He could feel tears start in his eyes, and he fought them back. He took out the piece of paper and opened it. All it said was, “She’s yours. I miss you.” There was a knock on his office door.
“Aaron? We need you in the conference room,” David Rossi said.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” Hotch said, wiping his eyes and putting down the photo.
“Are you okay?” Rossi asked.
“Close the door,” Hotch replied and Rossi did, sitting down in front of Hotch’s desk.
“What’s going on?” he asked. Hotch handed him the photo and note. When Rossi read them, his eyebrows climbed almost to his hairline.
“Wow. That’s a shock,” he said. “Was there a return address?”
“No,” Hotch said. “I have no idea where she is.”
“So there’s not much you can do then,” Rossi said. “That seems a bit unfair.”
“I have a daughter,” Hotch said, putting his head in his hands. “And I’ll never see her.”
“Maybe someday,” Rossi said. He stood up. “Take your time. When you’re ready, we’ll be in the conference room.”
“I’ll be right there,” Hotch said. He took the photo and note from Rossi, who left the office. Then he sat back in his chair and looked at the photo again, before pulling out his wallet and tucking the photo safely inside. He folded up the note and put it in his breast pocket, and then stood up and walked out.