A/n, welcome to my new CM story. This will be a Hotch/OC story featuring lots of Jack and the team as well. I only own the original characers you donnn't recognize. One more thing The disability Olivia has is written and realistically. I should know, I have the same one. What disability, you ask? You'll just have to wait and see. Please R/R!
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Aaron Hotchner was buried under a giant pile of paperwork and had lost track of time. He didn't realize it was now 6:00 and he was an hour late picking up his son from kindergarten. Everyone had left already accept for Rossi. Rossi glanced towards Hotch's office and frowned as he saw Hotch's light was still on. He was surprised the other man hadn't left to go home to his son. Usually if they didn't get a case, Dave knew Hotch liked to pick Jack up from school and spend time with him. The senior profile knew their crazy hours meant poor Jack didn't get as much time with his father as he deserved. The year-and-a-half since they'd lost Haley had been tough on both Hotchners. Gathering up his belongings, Rossi turned off his light and locked his office before heading for Hotch's.
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"Knock, knock," Dave called out.
"Come in," Hotch called distractedly. Opening the door, Dave winced in sympathy. Hotch had been working on paperwork all day and there still seemed to be no end o the pile.
"Aaron, it's 6:00. Go home and be with your son. Take advantage of the fact that we don't have a case." The unit chief's eyes widened at his friend and co-workers words.
"It's 6:00 already? I should have picked Jack up from school an hour ago. Jess couldn't because she had plans. He must think I've forgotten him or something's happened to me,," Hotch declared.
"It'll be fine, Aaron. Go getJack. I'll take care of things here," Dave offered. Grabbing his briefcase and his suit jacket, Hotch gave his friend a thankful smile.
"Thanks, Dave, I owe you one."
"Don't worry about it. We'll sort it out late, for now, go pick up Jack and have a nice evening." Nodding Hotch did one last sweep of the office then rushed outhoping his son would forgive him for his mistake.
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Olivia Baker frowned at the anxious little boy sitting next to her in the main office. Jack Hotchner was a very sweet and smart kindergartener. She wasn't his teacher but his class and hers would sometimes do projects together.
"Is your daddy late a lot?" she questioned.
"Sometimes he is. He's an FBI agent and he gets the bad guys. My Daddy's the bravest person I know," Jack declared pride shining in his eyes.
"I'm sure he's very brave," Olivia agreed. She knew that almost two years ago his mother had been killed. She'd overheard other kids teasing him on the playground about not having a mommy. Having been the only teacher near the group of kids she'd walked over and broken it up then taken a crying Jack aside to comfort him. She'd asked him what had happened and he had told her that a bad guy had killed his mommy and that she was now his angel and that his daddy had gotten the bad guy. Re-reading the number she'd pulled from Jack's file she dialed it once again, frowning when it once again went to voicemail.
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"Agent Hotchner, this is Olivia Baker, another kindergarten teacher at Jack's school. I'm calling again because no one has arrived to pick up Jack and I'm getting concerned. We were unable to locate his Aunt Jessica and a Penelope Garcia said she was unable to get him. If you could please call me at the main office number, 215-4442 I would appreciate it. Thank you and have a nice day." Hanging up she turned to Jack with a smile.
"I'm sure your daddy will be here soon," she soothed. Jack nodded and continued swinging his feet. Jack nodded and continued swinging his feet.
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Throwing the car into park, Hotch jumped out and ran into the school heading for the school office. He'd checked his phone on the way to Jacks school only to discover it was dead. A sigh of relief left his mouth when he saw his son sitting next to a brown haired teacher.
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"Daddy!" Jack cried launching himself at his father's legs as he entered the office. Hotch caught him with ease and lifted him into his arms for a hug before placing him on the ground and taking his hand.
"Aaron Hotchner, I'm so sorry I was late. Time got away from me at work and I'm so sorry," he apologized holding out his hand for the teacher. Hesitating briefly she reached out and after a moment of what appeared to be searching too Hotch's hand.
"Olivia Baker, I'm another kindergarten teacher. It's no problem, Jack and I were just talking about you and how proud he is of you" Hotch blushed and ducked his head. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Olivia reach for her watch and open the face. He was confused until he noticed that she was reading what appeared to be a braille watch. He tried not to stare, but he knew he wasn't entirely successful. Knowing what his father was thinking, Jak spoke up.
"Ms. Baker is blind. That means she can't see, Daddy She's still a good teacher, though," he added quickly.
"I'm sure she is, kiddo."
"Here's jack's back pack," Olivia said handing the bag to Hotch. "If you'll excuse me, I need to catch my bus," she said.
"Can I give you a ride home, Ms. Baker? It's the least I could do for you keeping Jack company.
"Oh, I couldn't ask that of yu," Olivia argued.
"You're not asking me, I'm offering," Hotch replied.
"Well then, I accept. Thank you so much, Agent Hotchner."
"Youre very welcome, Ms. Baker, and it's Aaron or Hotch if you prefer," he corrected.
"Then feel free to call me Olivia or Liv," she replied.
"You ready then, Liv?"
"Yes I am, Hotch. How about you, Jack, you ready to go?" she asked ruffling the young boys hair.
"Yeah! Can we go to McDonalds, please, Daddy?"
"Hmm, I don't know," Hotch hedged.
"McDonalds sounds great," Liv chimed in.
"I guess we're going to McDonalds before we take Liv home then," Hotch said smiling before turning and taking Jack's hand. Picking up her cane, Liv followed them out of the building and into the parking lot.
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"Can I take your arm or something so you can get to my car safely?" Hotch offered awkwardly. In all his experiences he'd never been around a blind person and he was a bit out of his element.
"Actually it would work best if you would hold out your right arm just slightly and I can take hold of your elbow. I'll follow just a half step or so behind you. You're being my sighted guide, but I still use my cane to ensure I don't hit obstacles you either don't see or can't avoide du to the fact that they're on my other side," she explained patiently. Nodding Hoth held out his arm allowing the beautiful woman standing beside him to take it before heading across the parking lot to his car. He was definitely looking forward to learning a lot more about Ms. Olivia Baker. He just hoped he got the opportunity to do so.
TBC?
A/n, Please R/R! Remember as I've stated in the author's note at the top of the story, Olivia and I share the same disability so my portrayal of a blind person and their experiences is strongly based of my life and the lives of other blind people I know Please go nominate your favorite stories for the Profiler's Choice Fanfic Awards. All the info can be found in my profile. Stories ublished or updated between September 1, 2010 and August 31, 2011 are eligible. Also, please check out my forum and claim the prompts you'll find on it. Watch for my next challenge and sign up for it. Here's the link, just take out the spaces. http:/ forum dot fanfiction dot net/forum/ Country_song_prompt_challenge/92639/