Emily Prentiss was on a hunt. At least, a metaphorical one. The little five-year-old had gone missing, and while no one was particularly worried, per se, the last time he’d gone missing without a word, Hotch had almost lost it.
Stupid Foyet and his stupid vendetta ruining everyone’s stupid lives.
It was a mantra she’d gone through more times than she’s prefer to count since they’d found Haley’s broken, beaten and bloody body in the home she’d once shared with Hotch. Actually, before that even, when things started to go...
Written by ilovetvalot. Note: This story is taken after 100th Episode.
Miracles Amidst the Darkness
He heard her soft approach from behind him, her footsteps rustling on the dead leaves carpeting the ground of the deserted cemetery around him. Closing his eyes against the wave of regret washing over him, he clenched his jaw. He didn’t want to be comforted anymore. Especially not by her. He didn’t deserve it.
It was his fault. His fault for not taking the deal that would have saved her life. His fault that his beautiful son was now motherless. His fault that she was resting inside a wooden box...
Based on what should have happened at the end of in name and blood.
Prentiss was unsure how long she'd been gazing out of the window, watching the city's lights. She knew only that her head was not so quietly pounding, her neck ached and she could feel stiffness settling in over the right side of her body where she had been hit and had fallen. She snatched up the container of painkillers she had been given and read the label deciding whether she wanted them or not. Physical pain she was fairly good at ignoring but not alongside everything that was running through her mind.