Dark.

Reid did not smile. He opened the door to the appartment, leaving a trail of water drops behind him. It was dark, only the occasional flash from the storm outside lit the rooms more than the dim light of the lanterns outside that managed to creep into the windows on the second floor. He did not bother to turn on the light. Not really caring that he made a mess he droped his messenger bag before moving on into the living room. On his way he dropped his soaked coat on the floor and continued onwards to the bedroom. Only there he untied his shoes that had left a trail of wet prints in the living room. He sat down on the bed, hunched, ellbows digging into his thighs, face in his hands. It had been a bad day. A bad week really. They had been called away early on saturday morning, when they had only arrived from their last case on Friday at 9 pm. They had arrived at the small town in the middle of Nebraska a few hours later to meet up with the few local cops and some state officers to solve the murder of murder of three black victims, a women and two men. In a matter of minutes after their arrival a new victim had been discovered (a small African American girl). The few black families in that town had been terrified and some had refused to open the door even to the police. Not that it had done them any good, on wednesday they had found a family of three litteraly slaughtered in their own house. It was the escalation of the killer that had lead them to arrest a father and his adult son with some serious racial issues that lived on the outskirts of the town, both of them covered in the blood of their last victim. The victim they had killed just minutes before their arrival. The mother that had to leave the house her family had locked themselves inside because her children were hungry.
Reid was tired. And not only because of the lack of sleep. They had been to late. Again. Where they ever early enough? It did not feel that way right now. Reid did not feel anymore in that moment, he just new he was tired.
Looking up he made his way across the room to the closet, taking his gun out in the process. He opened the door and a shirt caught his attention. It was Aarons. Aaron. Why wasn't he here? Why was Spencer alone? Closing his eyes again he reached for the shirt, touching it softly. He slowly raised his other hand, the one with the gun. It was right over his heart, right by his temple. He opened his eyes.

Light.

He let go of Aarons shirt and lifted his hand: 10705. Jacks Birthday. Something that would be easy to remember for Hotch. Even in the dark room his hand found the combination that opened the safe. Putting his gun away he left the bedroom and moved to the kitchen and opened the fuse box and was finally able to turn on the light. He had only just closed it, when he heard the sound of keys and the door to the appartment opening. The next thing he new was the scream of "Papa" and the arms of the nine-year-old were wrapped around his waist. Oh, he had missed Jack , Aarons son, his son, their son. Their family. He hugged him back, it had been almost two weeks. Far too long. Spencer looked up and saw his fiancee standing in the doorframe, balancing two boxes of chinese takeout and Jacks Pizza on his arms. He put them on the table and walked up to Spencer and Jack, joining their hug. All was good in these moments, and Spencer once more remembered why they did their job. So that as many families as possible could enjoy moments like this. A hug. Take-out. Family. Spencer smiled.

Hi everyone. This is my first fanfiction ever and it's not very long. I apologize in advance for any spelling and grammar mistakes as english is not my first language. I would of course love some reviews and constructive criticism.