Miller Lite

Chapter 1

"Miller lite..." Hotch said "And give him whatever he wants."

Rossi ordered Yukon on the rocks. He wanted to down it one gulp but changed his mind as he thought of the date he had lined up. He just wanted to sit here with Hotch for a little while until he was positive his boss and friend would be alright.

"Why did he have a gun?" Hotch asked after draining half the bottle.

"I don't think we will ever know the answer to that question. And Hotch it isn't our fault. We gave the profile, we did our part." Rossi thought about the boy, 11 years old and the police in Camden killed him on the spot. There wasn't anyway that 11 year old boy was killing those women. Not with that much force, but yet the kid had pulled a gun. He couldn't wrap his mind around it. He wasn't torturing himself like Hotch was, Rossi knew they did their job and that was what mattered.

"Either way Hotch, it is over and they will deal with the aftermath. We got our guy and it is over."

Hotch looked at Dave, "Don't let me keep you, I am fine. I'm just going to have a couple of these and then call a cab. Pick me up in the morning?"

"Sure thing, see you then." Rossi patted Hotch on the back. On his way to the door he noticed a 35-40 year old woman sitting alone nursing her light colored drink. He surmised something fruity, something that would take Rossi five bottles to get a buzz from. She was very pretty and she watched him as he made his way to the door. He smiled and she smiled back. He mentally patted himself on the back because he still got it. As he came to her table she spoke.

"Are you coming back or can I buy him a drink?" She nodded in Hotch's direction and Rossi turned his head to looking over his shoulder at Hotch.

"I won't be returning, by all means go ahead. Oh and don't take no for an answer, he could use some company." Rossi walked out of the door not waiting for a reply.

She quickly downed the rest of her drink, standing as she did. She had on a teal green shirt, that had a deep v-neck that plunged to a beaded triangle, holding gathered material together, the shirt flared out and ended just bellow the waist band of her dark jeans. She was very thin and the sleeveless top wasn't trashy it was expensive and sophisticated. High heal shoes, minimal jewelry that included small hoop earrings, and a sparkling bracelet on her left wrist. No rings, no necklace. Her hair was chestnut brown and had multiple layers the longest of them slightly above her perky breasts. She looked as though she belonged in the Hampton's or Hollywood, and not alone in a bar in Virginia.

Her high heels clicking on the tile floor as she made her way to the bar. She took a seat on Hotch's left leaving a stool between them. She ordered another and then told the bartender to give him one too.

Hotch looked at her and he was surprised she was there. He knew Dave left but he wasn't aware that anyone took his seat. He wondered how long she was sitting there.

The bartender placed a beer in front of Hotch and he reached for his wallet.

"No it's on the young woman."

Hotch held up the bottle in salute and said "Thank you."

"No need I noticed you were almost finished and so was I." She smiled and he was struck by how beautiful she was. She pushed her long bangs from her face and he could smell her perfume. Something inside of him responded to the sensual smell and he stood to remove his jacket. He was about to do it when he remembered he was wearing his gun. He sat back down and took a sip of his beer. "Stupid sitting here with the gun drinking this will be the last one." He scolded himself.