TITLE: Ever the Profiler
AUTHOR: Dueghlan
RATING: R
WARNINGS: violence
SUMMARY: Somebody doesn't like Hotch's tie.
A/N: As the story progress, I'll do illustrations. yay.
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THUD.
Agent Aaron Hotchner pauses in step, bringing his head up, with interest.
THUD. THUD. A choking gasp.
Was that the sound of...?
A woman walks by with a small white poodle, only a passing interest as Hotch breaks into a run. There's an alley just a few feet ahead, between a fast food joint and a video rental store. Hotch turns down the alley.
One man, large, beefy, ugly with a turned up nose and a sloped forehead. Neanderthal. He's got another man in a headlock - a bit smaller, only slightly better looking. The neanderthal doesn't look like he's taken any hits at all, and the smaller one has a pained expression on his face.
Hotch reaches to his side, instictively, and comes up zilch. His gun is at home, probably on his coffee table, next an unread copy of the newspaper stained with three day old tears. The divorce papers just beyond.
Hotch charges forward, pulling the neanderthal off of the smaller guy and goes to throw a punch. The neanderthal dodges as the smaller guy picks a pipe up off the ground and swings with a raging fury.
A pain in the back of his head and Hotch hits the ground like a ton of bricks.
TBC