Gideon could've told me.
He could've told me about Sarah, how affected he had been by her death, how he kept seeing her at the crime scenes off the college students, how, when he saw the lifeless bodies in front of him, he was reminded of walking into his apartment and finding his friend, covered in her own blood. He could have told me that Frank had finally pulled his last straw, finally making him fall so hard he couldn't get back up. He could've told me where he was going, so I could put the team's minds at rest, given them... something. Why didn't he tell me? He had nothing left, I know that, but I was there. I would've done something, anything, to help him.
Rossi could've told me.
He could've told me about the case, that that was the real reason for coming back. That he wanted to help that family. He could have told me when his last marriage fell apart. How could he have not told me?... I would've helped him if I could've. Made the investigation more... thorough. Put as many men on the case.
Morgan could've told me.
He could've told me about his past. About his football couch, about his father, about everything, but he chose not to... I had to profile it out of him. Why didn't he tell me? I needed to know... I would've helped him. I think of Morgan as my brother.
Reid could've told me.
He could've told me about his addiction, about his mother and father, about... well anything he needed to talk to me about. Reid is like the son of the family. We all want to help him... He has his choice. He used to choose Gideon and now Morgan. Why has he never come to me?... I would do everything in my power to help him.
Elle could've told me.
She could've told me that she had killed Lee. She knew she could've. But why did she choose not to? Did she really think I would heave gone straight to Strauss, ratted her in like that. She sure as hell didn't have to leave.
Emily could've told me.
She could've told me that Strauss was using a favour to get into the BAU against her... I wouldn't have been mad... well maybe a little, but it would've passed in a few days... If she had just told me...
Hayley could've told me.
She could've told me that she couldn't handle it anymore. That she was seriously considering divorce. God knows I would have fought heaven and earth for Jack's sake. I loved them. How could she have just taken them away from me? We could've worked everything out... I would've stretched myself more if I had to...
JJ could've told me.
She could've told me about Will LaMontagne and the baby... I would've done anything to make sure they were both okay, even find reasons to fire her, which would've been impossible. JJ doesn't make mistakes. She's perfect. If only she had told me...
Truth be told, I could've told her.
I could've told her. There were so many chances to tell her and now it night be too late. She's lying in this hospital bed, I haven't left her side since we caught the bastards who did this, bandaged physically, bruised emotionally. Not that I didn't love Hayley, I do, but I haven't loved her this much since I met this woman who's hand is in mine. After being beaten bad by our group of unsubs, having a beautiful baby boy, JJ lapsed into this coma, doctors barely sure she'll wake up. Her husband waits with the baby Jason down the hall. Before getting up to leave, I place a kiss on her forehead, hoping it will give JJ strength to wake up, but she doesn't and I leave.
I should've told her when I had the chance...