Chapter 1: Planning
"JJ, are you sure you want to do this?" Will asked as they stood in the nursery. JJ rubbed her stomach. Yes. She was sure. It'd be nice for Henry to have a little brother or sister.
"Okay," Will sighed, "let's go to the doctor."
"Will!" JJ ran after him, "you're not mad are you?"
"Mad, how could I be mad?" Will asked, "this child is ours, JJ. We're not gonna let anything happen to him or her."
It's been three years. Three years since Jenifer Jareau was kidnapped and raped twice by her boss Aaron Hotchner. Three years since the B.A.U discovered that their Unit Chief and friend was really a sexual sadist. Now, she was pregnant with Will's child after all these years. But the memories of that year continued to haunt her. Hotchner was always a psychopath. He wanted JJ. He wanted JJ to be his little "toy." It was also hard to believe that he killed his wife Haley. Somehow he still managed to climb up the ranks and become Unit Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. JJ shook her thoughts out of her head as she sat at the doctor's office for an ultrasound.
"Yep, yep, I see," the doctor glanced over, "it's another boy." JJ gulped. As the doctor scanned the images he noted, "No health problems. Yep. I think he's gonna be a healthy little boy. You two are gonna be great parents!" JJ gave a faint smile to Will.
"Are you ready to be parents again," Will asked, "I mean are you sure?"
"I'm positive. He will not take my happiness away."
"This is why I love you Jenifer Jareau," Will kissed her.
Meanwhile, in a dark prison cell, Aaron Hotchner began contemplating. He's been planning this for three years. He wanted revenge on his old team. No. Specifically, he wanted revenge on one Jenifer Jareau. She exposed him. He would never get her. And, now he's learned through some prison guard that Jenifer was pregnant with his child. His. Oh the ultimate psychological torture he thought. He knew what he was. A serial killer. Rapist. Sadist. That didn't mean he didn't forget how to profile. Oh no. Criminals could actually be better profilers than the FBI. He chuckled to himself. He couldn't wait to enact his plan. Oh, the things he had in store for Jenifer. He laughed, almost demonically. He would have the whole B.A.U in the palm of his hand—again. As if being Unit Chief wasn't enough he smirked. They would be under his control, once again. And he would have every woman in Quantico and D.C once again be living in fear. Now was the time to act. He starting seizing!
"We need an ambulance!" one of the prison guards exclaimed, reluctantly. The guard really didn't want to save him. But, protocol's protocol.
"Come on Hotchner, pull yourself together," the guard said roughly.
They put him in the ambulance. Hotchner pretended to be asleep. Only, he wasn't. He looked up when the guard wasn't looking. The ambulance driver was driving. He wriggled out of his handcuffs. Being a former FBI agent has its advantages. While the prison guard was sleeping, Hotchner carefully stole his gun from his pocket. He was lucky the guard was such a heavy sleeper. Then, he went over to the ambulance driver and knocked him out with the gun. The ambulance crashed into a tree and Hotchner shot the driver in the head. The guard woke up.
"What was THAT?!" he exclaimed. Then, he saw it—the driver slumped over and Hotchner climbing out the front door.
"Dammit!" the guard exclaimed. He reached for his gun. It wasn't there.
"Son of a-!" the guard yelled. By then, the evil agent was long gone.
The guard turned on the radio.
"We've got an escaped prisoner. Aaron Hotchner has escaped custody. He stole my gun."
"Roger that," the other voice said.
"Call the B.A.U and EVERYONE in!" the guard yelled frantically.
Meanwhile, Aaron Hotchner kept running. He ditched his prison uniform for a black shirt and slacks. The same guard who told him about JJ gave him the new clothes. He saw a black car off to the side of the road. He jumped in it.
"HEY! HEY!" yelled the owner, a forty-two year old man.
Hotchner shot him three times in the chest and took off.
He drove down the familiar streets of Quantico. He somehow ended up at Kate Joyner's house.
"The one that got away," he said to himself. He remembered the last thing he said to Kate. Fear me. I will come back. Ah. The good old days. Now, he was back. And she had every reason to be afraid. So did every woman in Virginia and DC and the B.A.U. Aaron Hotchner's reign of terror had begun.