Hi and welcome. Wanna spend some time with my story? Thanks for that, guys. English isn´t my usual language, so please be patient and don´t shoot me for the grammar, it may be unusual, sometimes. But I hope, you´ll enjoy it, anyway. Let´s go!
DISCLAIMER: I don´t own Criminal minds and I´m not gaining any money from this, its written just for fun.
Billie screamed in the clothing department of the store. "You're so mean! Laura would let me wear that! That's all so unfair, I do hate Washington!"
The 14-year-old stamped her foot and pushed her mother away. Rose hung the clothes back on the rack and grabbed her rebellious daughter's shoulders.
"I won´t say that again, I decide what you wear and what you don´t wear, and there will be no further discussion on that issue. This dress makes you look like a pavement princess and I won´t let you leave the house in an outfit like that. Did I make myself clear? Maybe Laura dresses this way, but that´s her business. And if there is something else you have to say, think it over. Otherwise, there won´t be shopping trips for the next few weeks. Did you get that?"
The 14-year-old said nothing, for now.
"What is a pavement princess, Daddy?"
Jack asked his father. Little Hotchner had grown out of many things, and Aaron's sister-in-law Jess sentenced Hotch to go shopping with his son. And I do hate shopping, Hotch thought and the scene only a few feet away, was not necessarily helpful to improve his mood. Jack's question made Hotch flabbergasted and he didn´t know how to explain to his son, what a pavement princess was.
The stressed mother felt sorry for the speechless father and leaned over to Jack, "This is someone who dresses up in skirts, that are way too small for her, you know?"
Jack nodded and threw Billie, whose skirt was very short and very close to her mother´s limit of pain, a critical look.
"Why are you so mean to your Mommy?" he asked her.
"That's none of your business, kiddo, but I guess, your Mom doesn´t drag you from town to town, just because of her job." Billie replied acidly, accenting job like it was something really disgusting.
"I'd go anywhere with my Mommy, but my Dad says I'm too young to go with my Mommy to heaven." Jack said sadly.
Hotch gave Billie a strange look, she looked to the floor. Billie knew, she had been out of line.
"I guess, an excuse is in order," he didn´t sound as if he was only making a suggestion.
"Yes sir," meekly came from her, "I'm so sorry, Mom. I didn´t want to be that ugly to you. And that´s pretty bad, with your Mom, kiddo."
Billie spontaneously hugged Jack to express her compassion and reconciled him immediately. Rosslyn was glad that her daughter proved that she was a good girl. Rose knew, it was hard for Billie, to leave everything behind, especially her father, a father, who had no interest in his daughter at all. Rose felt so sorry for Billie, she was trying so hard, to get her father's attention, all Billie wanted to hear was, don´t go with your Mom, stay with me. But Richard didn´t say so. Asshole, Rose thought bitterly. That wasn´t the father a child should have. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and gave Hotch a warm smile and a whispered "thank you."
"It´s ok," Hotch said and ran his gaze over his opponent. She had dark hair, almost black, Hotch noticed. How old could she possibly be? 40, maximum, more likely in her mid-thirties, and yet he could see slight traces of gray in her hair. She wore a turquoise-colored jeans and a matching shirt, her clothes emphasized her figure advantageous. She didn´t wear much make up, as Hotch noted, but that wasn´t necessary, her huge, grey eyes were spectacular. Hotch felt like drowning into them. Rosslyn could tell, he checked her out, but he wasn´t intrusive, more carefully interested. Rosslyn also liked what she saw, clearly. She immediately felt attracted to him. He was tall and slender, his dark hair was cut short and accurately. He radiated calmness and trust, and something very familiar to Rosslyn. Her father had that same expression, at that day, Rosslyn was as old as the little boy and her father had to tell her that her Mom won´t come home again, never again.
"Can Billie and I have some ice cream?" Jack pulled his Dad's sleeve. The children were one step ahead the adults and had already introduced themselves.
"Yes please, Mum," and turning to Hotch, "I'm a nice person, I really am," Billie didn´t want to risk any trouble with Jack's stern-looking Dad, he scares the hell out of me, Billie thought. Hotch threw a questioning look on Billie´s mother, Rosslyn shrugged.
"Over there, where we can see you, okay?"
"Yes, sir," Billie said, took a $5 note from Aaron and grabbed Jack´s hand.
"She doesn´t even call her father sir ", Rosslyn grinned, "you must have impressed her."
She held out her hand, "I'm Rosslyn," she said. Hotch squeezed it.
"Aaron," he replied her smile. "So you're not from Washington D.C.," it was more a statement than a question. She sounded like Will, JJ's husband, Aaron thought, like deep south, real deep south. Like magnolias and Scarlett O´Hara.
"Atlanta, I am here for professional reasons, I´ve been offered a new job. Billie wanted to stay in Georgia, with her father and his current, um..."
"Pavement princess?" Hotch offered some help, smiling at Rosslyn. She couldn´t help, but laugh.
"I actually said so?"
Hotch nodded, "you made this very clear, girls like this are wearing skirts, way too short."
Rose took a deep look in Aaron´s brown eyes. I do love Washington D.C, she thought.