"Who would try to mimic what Foyette did?" Prentiss asked as she was leaving the office, husband in hand.
"This letter, this letter is a threat, he is trying to scare us, and he is trying to pick up where Foyette left off." Hotch said
Prentiss gently stroked Hotch's hand, she knew of events before. His family ripped apart.
He wants Aaron, she can't take him away from me, he can't.
"Emily everything will be ok, no one is going to touch you. You, Jack, and Morgan are going to be fine." Hotch reassured her with a gentle kiss on the forehead
"Aaron Hotchner, always is worrying for others, what about you? Who is going to protect you?" Prentiss raised her eyebrows, trying not to think about Hotch leaving, and being forever gone.
They got into the car, and left the BAU
Arriving home, Prentiss kicked off her shoes, she needed a massage and a nice warm bubble bath.
"Mommy!" a 3 year old little girl runs to her with her arms wide open. Prentiss embraced the hug.
"Oh honey, I missed you! Were you nice today?" Prentiss gave her a stern look then it eased into a smile.
"Yeth, I was mommy, I shared my toyth, and didn't get into time out." Morgan was very proud of herself
"Jack!" Hotch yelled
12 year old Jack comes running down the stairs.
"Hey dad, Emily." He waved at Hotch then nodded at Prentiss
Jack shot at a look at Morgan, a look of guilt.
"Jack, what did you do?" Hotch asked Jack, like it was routinely.
"It wasn't me, it was an accident!" Jack had a guilty tone
Prentiss laughed, "Jack why don't you go clean up what you've done, before I have to go up there and see it."
"Ok, Emily" Jack rushed up the stairs.
Hotch walked into the living room and plopped himself onto the couch, exhaustedly. He was rubbing his forehead fiercely. Prentiss walked over plopped right next to him. He put his arm around her, and she laid her head against his shoulder, she sighed.
He always smells good.
"He's always into trouble." Hotch sighed.
"You're not worried about that. You're worried about…" she paused and took in a deep painful breath "Foyette."
"Who could have known Foyette could make friends." The memories, shot him like arrows, in the heart, every time he thought of her…he would die, slowly.
"Aaron," Prentiss had to stop to try to hold back the tears. His pain, ripped her apart, she felt like a doll, being pulled seam by seam. "He's not going to find us and if he does, he's not going to touch us neither one of us." Prentiss stared at Hotch until he looked at her. He smiled gently, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. She smiled, and kissed him back.
"I guess you're right." Hotch gave in
"Guess, I'm always right, don't you forget that." Prentiss let out a little giggle after saying that.
She gently slapped his knee and slowly got up, "I'm going to get dinner ready, chicken with left over green bean casserole?"
"Sounds wonderful."
Hotch watched his wife walk into the kitchen and pull her hair up into a perfect ponytail.