A/N: something sad that came to my mind. I know this isn't like how I usually write, its a bit more sad.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or the characters, just the plot idea


Six years old and he was motherless, everyday he would go home with his dad but it would never be the same. He understood more than what everyone gave him credit for. He understood that his mommy was never coming home again. Would never hug him or kiss him or tell him another bedtime story.

Jack slowly stood up and walked over to the door where Hotch was standing, he had a smile on his face and held his hand out for him to take. He slowly slipped his tiny hand into his dad's, his small hand was cold and the heat from Hotch's seemed out of place. He didn't like it, but he didn't try to take his hand away, he just left it as they walked to the car. Snow fell around them and crunched under their feet, it was prefect for making a snowman, but Jack didn't feel like making a snowman now. He didn't think he would ever want to make one again. Hotch helped him into the backseat of her car, it was cold inside, but felt right to Jack, it was how he felt at the moment.

Hotch gave him a small smile, which he returned, but all he wanted to do was cry. No one knew what kind of pain he was in, how often all he wanted to do was curl up and cry. No one knew that Jack would give up just about anything just to be held by his mother again.

Hotch buckled him up, then closed the car door, he walked around to the driver's side and got in the front seat. Jack watched as his dad turned the key to turn the car on, then watched his dad start to drive. The snow came down hard, making it hard to see out of the windows, but Jack kept looking.

The car swerved, but Jack didn't jump, didn't get scared. He just closed his eyes and prayed. The car spun off the road and everything went dark for the young boy.

"Jack!" he heard his father's voice, distant, panicked, "Jack, wake up, please." He sounded like he was crying. Jack didn't want to open his eyes, they felt so heavy to him, and he was so comfortable and warm. Warm. A feeling he hadn't felt inside for a while. He forced himself to try to open his eyes, the cold started to seep in then, he felt the snow around him. Hotch was kneeling next to him, bleeding from a cut on his forehead, not bleeding too bad though. His face and the tears were eliminated by the flaming car, "Jack, thank God." His dad's voice was relieved.

"What happened?" Jack asked quietly, even though he had a pretty good idea. He had been thrown from the car as it flipped, his dad had been thrown from it as well and now it was on fire. Hotch apparently didn't hear Jack because he didn't answer, he was too busy hugging the young boy, holding him close. Jack peered over his dad's shoulder as he hugged him back. Staring at the burning car he could have sworn he'd seen his mother standing amongst the flames, "I love you mommy." He whispered so quietly that no one would have been able to hear it, tears stung the boy's eyes while he hugged his father tightly, hearing the sirens in the distance.


What did you think? Please review and please don't be too harsh, I'm in a sad mood and sad mood equals sad stories.