Lost Memories

Aaron Hotchner watched his son Jack on the swing at the playground in the park. The five year old boy showed his dad, how high he can swing all by himself.
"You're doing great!" he shouted at him and smiled. Something came into the mind of the boy and he jumped off the swing to run to a park bank. Then the boy came to him.
"Dad, I think the woman over their needs help." Jack told him.
Like always when something seems suspicious Aaaron told his son to stay put. Slowly he walks to the woman. She wear a light brown coat, to warm for this season, it was almost June. Her brown, long hair was disheveled and looked like she sat here for hours. She seems apathic. When he approached her, he saw a bleeding wound on her right forehead.
"Miss, are you okay?" He spoke to her softly. No reaction. To not scare her, he kneeled down in front of her and touched her arm gently. "Miss, do you need help? Should I call someone to pick you up?"
No reaction as well. He stood up and reached for his mobile to dial 911.
"Who am I?" She whispered.

Half an hour later Aaron stood in the floor of the hospital to wait for the doctor to finish his physical check-up on the unidentified woman. Like always when his work at the BAU gets into his time with his son he felt guilty. He was so thankful that the boy was more understandingly then other kids at his age. Also that he loved to be with his aunt and her family helped Hotch to deal with his guilt. Since Haley was dead Jessica was a big help in his life.
His mobile rang. His colleague David Rossis number appeared on the display. "David, any news on the fingerprints I send you?" he asked instead of a hallo.
"Nothing. The prints and the photo are dead leads. No passport, driving license, no library identity card. Garcia is still looking." Agent Rossi replied.
"There must be something. She doesn't look like a homeless or someone who switched through the system. Actually her clothes were from high quality."
"Anything about her condition?"
"No, still no news." Aaron said. "I can't leave her here alone, she was so scared." He explained.
He saw a doctor coming and hung up.

The doctor introduced himself as Doctor Singh. He explained that the memory loss of the woman could have caused by the hit on her head, or maybe by a psychic trauma. "We found traces of physical mistreatment and rape." The doctor explained to him. "Right now her condition is stable and there's no need for her to stay in the hospital. She is really scared about all the people around her and she's asking for you since she arrived. Do you think you could keep her near you for the next days? She seems to feel save with you and maybe when her mind calms down she starts to remember."
"Yeah, sure, whatever it takes." Aaron answered.
"Once I've forgot." Doctor Singh said. "She definitely gave birth to a child a few years ago."
Before Aaron pick up the woman he called Garcia, the technical analyst of the BAU. "Garcia, the woman was a mother. I don't know how old the kid is, but I hope that someone will report her missing. Keep searching."
"Your wish is my command." Garcia replied and hung up and Aaron knew that Penelope Garcie would turn every little stone around to find out who the woman was.

After a long talk with the psychiatrist what he has to consider, Aaron took the woman to his apartment. His experience with murders, sadists and rapist made him imagine, what she had gone through. And he has to ask himself, if it wasn't better, that she couldn't remember.
"So here we are." He said to her and opened the door to his guestroom. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll pick up Jack from his aunt and I'll be back in a few minutes." She wasn't talking since they left the hospital and still now she only nodded to him to show him, that she understood.
When he came back with his son he found her sitting on the bed, starring the same way she was when he found her. But now she reacted when she recognized him. His son moved to her very gently.
"How's your name?" he asked her while he was climbing up the bed to sit beside her. Aaron wanted to say something, but she was faster. "I don't know." Then her behavior changed in a way, which made him see, that she was a mother who can shield her true emotions away from her kids. She smiled to Jack. "What name you would give me?"
The young boy looked to his dad, to have his approval.
"I think I would call you Katie." He said after his father nodded to him.
"Mr. Hotchner, what do you think?" she asked.
Aaron smiled. "Please call me Aaron. And I think Katie is a pretty name."
She offered Jack her hand and he took it. "Hello, my name is Katie. Nice to meet you, Jack."
"Nice to meet you Katie." He giggled. Then he gave her his teddy bear. "And this is Bo."
Katie shook the hand of Bo.
"I think I should make some dinner for us." Suggested Aaron and Jake jumped off the bed.
"I want spaghetti!" he shouted and ran into the kitchen. Aaron smiled at his son.
"Thanks for letting me stay with you. " Katie whispered to him.
"It's no problem."
"I'm a stranger to you." She admitted. "So am I to me."
She looked around the room. Her eyes get caught by the wardrobe. "I don't even have clothes to change." Tears wetted her cheeks when she finally realized her situation. Aaron went to her and kneeled down, like he did in the park. He reached for her hands and made her look into his eyes.
"You are a stranger to me. So am I to you. I'm willing to help you through this, if you let me. We will find your past." When he saw in her dark brown eyes, something in him warned him not to get to involved with this.