A/N If you read my story "A Long night" there is a message on my profile about that story. As ever I own nothing including the song "One for my baby"

It's quarter to three

There's no one in the place except you and me

So set em up Joe I got a little story

You outta know

He looked at the drink in his hand. It wasn't working. He wasn't getting happier and he wasn't forgetting. He looked around the empty bar. There was no one there but him and the bartender. He thought about talking to him but, how cliché is that? He took a long drink. The burn wasn't enough. This pain couldn't be burned away. He was going to have to suffer, and he couldn't see any way out.

We're drinking my friend to the end

Of a brief episode

So make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

I know the routine
Put another nickel in that there machine
Im feeling so bad
Wont you make the music dreamy and sad

He walked over to the jukebox. Music is a balm for the weary soul. Maybe it would help. He looked over the choices and his eyes fell on a song that was so apt it was almost funny. He put in his quarters and closed his eyes. The music started slow and sad. He started to sway. Frank Sinatra's voice came on over the speakers. He liked Fred Astaire's version better, but Frank did an ok job.

I could tell you a lot
But you gotta to be true to your code
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

He wasn't going to dance at least not like Fred did. He wasn't going to destroy anything either. He was just going to drink. Drink until it all went away. Even if it was only for the night.

You'd never know it
But buddy I'm a kind of poet
And I've got a lot of things I wanna say
And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me
Till it's all, all talked away

Dave walked into the bar. He could hear the music. He shook his head. He looked at the bartender. The bartender motioned into a back corner. Hotch sat there in the dark a bottle of whiskey half drunk in front of him. Dave walked over. Hotch didn't acknowledge him. Dave sat down across from him. "Does the whiskey help?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Not yet anyway. Tomorrow I think you will singing a different tune. Speaking of tunes, this song really. Isn't it a little cliché?"

"Most people have never heard this song. It's only cliché to old people like us. And besides I've always liked this song. And cliché or not it fit."

"I'm so sorry Aaron."

"Is there anything you can do?"

"No I've just spent the last couple of hours trying to fight it. I got nowhere. It's their ballgame. You have to play by their rules."

"Their rules suck."

"That they do. But they aren't going to change anytime soon. Have you guys decided?"

"We're going to do the only thing we can."

"What about-"

"It wouldn't work. You know that."

"Yeah. You're right this sucks. Pour me a drink."

Well, that's how it goes
And Joe I know you're getting anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear

They sat in silence and drank in the dark. They drank long into the night. They drank until the sun awoke from its slumber and started to peek out over the horizon. But the pain never went away. It was never going to go away.

But this torch that I found
Its gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

A/N So the reference to Fred Dancing and destroying stuff comes from the movie "The Sky's the Limit". You can see the whole sequence on youtube if you type in Fred Astaire one for my baby. It's not the best version of the song though. Review and maybe you good fortune will find you.