when I ended my first story, "bait" I felt like there was something else to tell about Quinn and Hotch and so I did this sequel. I do hope, You will enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing.
Disclaimer: I don´t own anything!
Dr. West was observing the hands of the clock. Even five minutes until her appointment. He would be on time, as always, her strange patient. He would enter her private practice, would say "good evening" and otherwise remain silent. Silent like a grave. She knew, he would like to be anywhere, but here.
Dr. West controlled her hair knot once again. She hated to look messy, she wore a pants suit and horn-rimmed glasses on her nose, which had a small bump, it looked like it was made for the glasses that sat on her. Three more minutes. For six weeks he visited her, obviously, because he had to. Once a week, at random times. To remain silent.
Dr. West had had many patients, insecure ones, hysterics, obsessive-compulsive-disordered, the list could go on and on endlessly, but she had never seen anyone like this Mr. Hotchner.
Aaron Hotchner was still sitting in the car. He looked at the old brownstone house where Dr. Anna West had her private practice. The psychiatrist to whom he went for six weeks, just to say nothing at all, for fifty minutes. What should he talk about, no words would bring his wife back to life. Haley's death two months ago had made him speechless. He pulled himself together, when he was with Jack, the rest of the time he just was deaf and dumb to everything and everyone. He got out of the car, exactly 7 p.m. he entered the practice.
She was waiting, as always. In the first meetings she had tried to communicate with him, for the last four, she simply remained also silent. Why has she ever taken me as a patient, he wondered, her address was told him by a hotline that had listed psychiatrist with spare capacity. Strauss had offered him retirement, he categorically refused to accept, knowing he would go insane, without his work, he wasn´t sure, about going insane, anyway. Erin Strauss agreed his reinstatement to active duty for one condition, therapy. Aaron wanted someone, who was independent, with no connection to the bureau and so he ended up with Anna West.
This Anna West, who smiled at him now, "Good evening, Aaron, nice you're here. Today I want something else to try with you. She was opening a drawer and grabbing a deck of cards, as he sat down. No usual deck of cards, it was a Rider Tarot. Dr. West began shuffle cards. "Give me a "stop" when it feels right for you", she said. "What do you want me to do?" Hotch asked uncertainly, "I want you to give me a "stop", Aaron. If You don´t speak, then the cards will do for You." And so she had broken his silence.
ok, first chapter, done. Leave some review, if You like, it would be kind. Thanks (and don´t shoot me for the grammar)