As Storms May Come –Hotch/OC- To protect his secret life, Hotch goes to extremes to hide them from the team to protect them from Foyett. However, the Reaper is closer than appears and can Hotch reconcile with his unfound love to catch him? Or will Foyett get to them first?

Chp. 1 – I'd Come for You

I was blindfolded, but now I'm seeing
My mind was closing, now I'm believing
I finally know what just what it means to let someone in
To see the side of me that no one does or ever will
So if your ever lost and find yourself all alone
I'd search forever just to bring you home,
Here and now this I vow

By now you'd know that I'd come for you
No one but you, yes I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
And I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'd always come for you
You know I'd always come for you

I'd Come for You-Nickelback

Aaron Hotcher looked at the file in his hands as his team sat around, discussing their newest case of several people murdered in the Metro DC area along with Arlington, Virginia. They each had stab wounds to their abdomens, deep and placed deliberately as if the killer knew human anatomy. It reminded Hotch of one thing, Foyet. The Reaper, the man who he has been chasing since he escaped six months ago and attacked him in his own apartment and now he was after the person who hoped would never be in danger.

"Hotch?" Derek Morgan asked, his brown eyes looking at him. "What are you thinking?"

The other members of their BAU team, David Rossi, Spencer Reid and Emily Prentiss had stopped discussing their case to analyze Hotch, who has remained quiet during the entire presentation. The former Unit chief couldn't help but place his face in his hands and shake his head.

The past few months had been a nightmare, with him recovering physically and emotionally from his attack but also from being separated from his family, both of them. With Haley and Jack in protective custody, their whereabouts unknown to him and his team. He hoped and prayed everyday that the Reaper would not find them. The other two, the ones no one except Haley knew about were where they were always in Arlington Virginia, an half hour away from Quantico.

These murders meant one thing, that Reaper knew about his secret family and he was taunting him with these murders of the scumbags of the gangs and mob organizations of the DC area. He had to warn them and that meant asking for her help. As much as he wanted to keep her out of the spotlight, it was time for everyone to know about them.

"Hotch?" JJ asked tentatively. Hotch looked up to meet everyone's questioning gazes.

He sighed heavily, as he got up from the table slowly. "Grab these case files. I have someone you need to meet that may be able to help us." He said, as the rest of his team got up following his lead, gathering everything they had. "We are going to Arlington."

"To the crime scenes?" Reid asked, as he stopped to look at them.

"No." Hotch said, simply as he walked out the door. He would answer their questions later but now what they needed to do is get to her house and secure them.

"Hotch, is there something you need to tell me?" Morgan asked quietly, as they walked to the elevators.

"You will see, Derek." Hotch answered as they passed Section Chief Erin Strauss, who looked like she was on a mission to stop his team. He placed a hand in front of him, signaling her to stop.

"Agent Morgan, Hotchner. Are you heading out to help the local police on these new set of murders?" Strauss asked, as Hotch felt Morgan tense up behind him. He looked at the new Unit Chief and motioned him to join the rest of the team and he turned back to the woman who wanted him out of the BAU.

"We are headed to someone who will be able to help identify the victims and give us some information on why they were possibly killed." He replied stiffly, knowing exactly where this was going.

"Agent Marinelli I would assume?" Strauss asked, as Hotch bit down a snarky reply.

"She is the name on the case files, so yes we are going to involve her unless you have a problem Chief." Hotch replied, daring her to step on her other arch nemesis's toes. Strauss looked at him once, then nodded backing off the issue for the time being. He, however knew once she found out exactly why he was headed to her house, there would be another conversation to be had.

"Good day, Chief. I will give Agent Marinelli your regards." Hotch replied as he walked briskly away. He entered the elevator, leaning his head against the cool metal as it descended the parking level where his team was waiting for answers and for him.

It was time for them to find out the truth.


Derek Morgan sat waiting in the black SYV that the BAU drove while on cases, wondering what in the world was going on. First, Hotch zoned out during the debriefing, then once asked what his thought were abruptly got up and told them they were leaving. In all honesty, he had no idea what was about to transpire as they headed into Arlington to meet with the agent Hotch was talking about.

If he was right, then they would be meeting the Agent listed in investigating the perps who has been murdered and he wondered why his former boss was in such a hurry. Haley and Jack were safe from Foyet and they were all determined to get them back home safely.

"Any idea what going through his head?" Emily Prentiss asked, as Derek just sighed.

"No idea. I have it has to do with this agent we are meeting with." He replied as Hotch appeared, walking toward them as if on a mission. Despite everyone's misgiving about the stability of Hotch, Derek Morgan saw another of side of the man the night he asked him to take over as Section Chief. He knew now exactly what Hotch went through on a daily basis. He looked back at the JJ and Rossi sitting in the back, engaged in a quiet conversation about the current case.

The older man opened the door, closing it as Derek started the car. He turned to his friend, noticing the worried look on the agent's face. "You know where we are going?" he asked, as Hotch just nodded, his gaze elsewhere. "Arlington. Of course."

He backed up, as the rest of the team quieted down, questions on their minds but were too uncomfortable to ask them. They sat in silence for most of the trip into the quaint city, as Hotch noticed where they were going, he started giving Derek exact directions to where they were headed.

Derek parked in front of older, remodeled Victorian at the end of a tree lined street, the outside neatly landscaped and trimmed. The porch held a white swing, red and white pillows laying on it, giving the house a welcoming feel. He noticed Hotch surveying the street around him and got out slowly, his hand close to his gun at all times.

As Derek shut off the SUV, he looked closer at the home he was parked across from , noticing the sign at the front dictating a state of the art security system and motion detectors on the brick pathway leading up to solid oak door. He climbed out as the others did so simultaneously, all of them analyzing the house in front of them. As they caught up to the other agent, who was looking directly as a small dome located on the mailbox, then at a rose bush that located a few steps in.

The closer Derek got, the more he realized how secure this house was. Whoever lived here was either paranoid or had enough enemies that they wanted to keep an eye on everything around the neighborhood. He neared the front door, the other not far behind him, as he saw a small pad to the right of the door that Hotch was pressing his hand against as he rang the doorbell. Derek shot a glance at the others, who were as confused as he was.

This house was as secure at Quantico was, maybe even more as the front door opened to reveal a young woman, the same age as Morgan, green eyes looking behind Hotch who seemed to have a silent conversation with the woman. She nodded, waving him and the others in behind the man she obviously knew very well.

The BAU team entered in a small foyer that led in a formal dining room to the left and a homey living room, strewn with toys and case files to the right. The new Unit Chief appraised the woman who carefully shut the door behind Rossi, looking out once more before pressing in a series of numbers to a pad next to the door.

"Everyone," Hotch said, clearly his throat to gain their attention. "I would like you meet Agent Merilyn Marinelli, Unit Chief of Organized Crime in the FBI."

Rossi raised an eyebrow at Hotch, in the direction of the obvious gorgeous woman, who seems to be of some kind of Italian descent. The FBI agent was dressed in a jean skirt that hit her mid thigh that showed off her well toned, olive legs that led to bare feet residing on the hardwood floor. A deep purple silk blouse accented the striking emerald eyes that met each member's eyes as Derek's roamed down to the ample cleavage that was accented by a black tank top peeking underneath the open blouse. Her hazelnut waves were tamed back in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck, as Hotch leaned in to kiss her on the cheek.

"I assume you came for a reason, Aaron." She asked, her head cocked to the side to his team. Hotch turned around to JJ, who in turned handed her the case file in her hand. Her lips formed a "O" as she waved them into the living room, as she scooted various toys out of the way for them to walk through.

Derek profiled his surroundings as he noticed Hotch grab her arm gently, causing the beauty to look up at him. "Where is she?" he heard him asked, as the green eyes widened at the question.

Her chin motioned upstairs. "Up there. Sleeping" she answered as Hotch nodded, squeezing her hand gently before disappearing up the stairs obviously going to get who he asked for.

Green eyes then turned to the team , who seemed to shift uncomfortably waiting for some kind of invitation. "I am so sorry." She said as a hint of a Boston accent came out as she addressed them. "You must be the team from the BAU. As Hotch said, I am Agent Merilyn Marinelli of Organized Crime. I am here to help in any way possible."

Derek shook his self out of his reverie and extended a hand to the agent. "Unit Chief Derek Morgan." He said, introducing himself as Agent Marinelli smiled brightly. "This is SSA David Rossi, Dr. Spencer Reid, SSA Emily Prentiss and our Media Liason Jennifer Jareau."

As he introduced everyone, Marinelli shook everyone's hand warmly. As soon as the introduction were made, she motioned everyone a seat on the worn but comfortable furniture that adorned the room. "I am sorry I didn't introduce myself before. I rarely see Agent Hotchner is such a state." She said, sitting down with one leg under her on the couch where her case files were. "I was doing some work before my daughter woke up and demanded my attention."

As if Hotch heard her, he appeared in the living room with a bundle of dark brown curls in his arms, her head snuggled tightly into his neck. The smile on Hotch's face gave him away right away as the toddler lifted her head sleepily from his shoulder, wondering why she was woken up.

Marinelly sighed heavily as the same green eyes looked around the room from Hotch's arms. Derek now knew why Hotch was in a hurry to get here after reviewing the past few murders in the case files.

Hotch was trying to protect his daughter and her mother. Morgan pieced together the rest of the puzzle. Foyet found another of Hotch's weaknesses, and he was here to make sure they were safe.