AN: I have never written fanfiction beforehand, so be nice + English isn't my native language. I'm really nervous about this so please tell me if I should continue with the story ;)
Disclaimer:
I don't own any of the characters displayed below, they are all the property of CBS, expect some of the minor characters
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It was a pretty god day, everything considered. Spencer Reid fumbled with the card to his suite. No matter how many hotels he stayed at, he could never get the hang of those damned cards. Finally with a slight pling! He was allowed into his suite. When he opened the door the clock on the nightstand mockingly told him that it was almost 5' clock. He quickly grabbed a shower and his tux and was out the door before half an hour had passed. Just when the elevator doors opened out to the lobby, Spencer realized that he had forgotten his cell phone in his rooms. That was just great. Trying to calm himself down, he pushed the 14th floor button. He was already running late as it was. He considered for brief second to just ditch the phone, but Alice might want to get in touch with him later. He surrendered to faith and leaned back against the wall and waited for the elevator to move.
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"Mrs. Jareau, someone on line to for you" JJ's assistant informed her. JJ sighed and picked up the phone. "Jennifer Jareau, what can I do for you? Oh my god, Carol? It's great to hear from you. So you're in town? How long? Sure dinner sounds great, I pick you up about half six? Great see you then" JJ hang up. Carol was in town! JJ was unsuccessful in suppressing the flood of memories that was trying to drown her. She remembered high school, college, Carol. But along with the pleasant memories of stealing fruit and cheating in math, more painful memories announced their entrance. Memories of William LaMontagne, Jr. Memories she had tried to forget. Glimpse from when they met in college, to their wedding, and especially wedding night, to the cold January night three years ago when she received the fateful call that announced that her bellowed husband was shot in the line of duty. She still carried the wedding ring around her neck. She knew she was supposed to move on and she has been on dates since but…
The day continued as in a blur. The only thing that mattered was the clock that continued to tell her that it was an eternity till she could leave. Finally she pulled her car up in front of The Summerset Hotel. She crossed the lobby without looking around; an elevator was open only two people were inside, a Chinese man in a green suit, and a brown haired guy in a tux. JJ pressed the 6th floor button, maybe a little too hard.
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"Room 603" the blond haired guy told Hotch while he handed him the card. Hotch nodded and picked up his bag. He couldn't wait to get to his room and just sit back and relax. Hayley was right. He needed to find a less stressful job, preferably one where he would be able to spend more time with his family. They were his entire world, and it was like a physical pain being away from them for a longer period of time. He knew he probably should call some old friend and catch up or something like that but there weren't really time. That was one thing he regretted about his life. He had no friends outside of work, there were his brother but that didn't really count. Hotch spotted an open elevator and made his way over to it. He pressed the 8th floor button and tried to decide what he would want to do first: a quick shower or calling Haley and the kids. He decided to do the latter.
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It had been a really tough day. David Rossi glanced at Emily Prentiss, who sat behind the wheel on the dark SUV. As an experienced negotiator he knew that the resolve might be somewhat unsatisfying, that was something his younger partner besides him wasn't too familiar with. "You know that it wasn't your fault, right?" Rossi made a vain attempt of soothing his friend. "I know" she answered without taking her eyes of the road. "It's just, arghh, did we really make a difference?"
"I don't know" he answered "I like to think so though" he had worked with Emily about a year or so. He had grown quite fond of Emily, he felt somewhat protective of her. As far as he knew she was single. He hoped for her that she would find someone. He himself had three failed marriages behind him and now he didn't even think about having a romantic relationship with a woman, they never worked out anyway. No he was satisfied with his writing, his dogs and his relaxed friendship with Emily. She interrupted his thoughts "Rossi, do you ever get the feeling that it's just not enough? That no matter how many you save, there are still hundreds out there?" David nodded
"Yeah, sometimes but then I consider that if we weren't here there might be thousands for all I know" Emily didn't respond but the rest of the drive she seemed more relaxed, even happy.
When they passed the threshold at the hotel Rossi felt like a burden was lifted of his shoulders. Almost there. He led Emily to the elevator and pressed the 9th floor button.
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"Detective?" Morgan looked up. "Yeah?"
"There's a witness in the Peterson-case, a Carol Lynch she is currently staying at The Summerset Hotel, if you want to talk to her" Margan nodded "I'm gonna talk to her" he answered and was out the door before the officer could respond. Morgan decided to walk, it werent long and the weather was nice. While walked he couldn't help thinking about Johanna, she was a nice girl he met last Saturday, he was thinking about asking her out again. Morgan wondered a little about how it could be that he was a man his age, and all it had been was some casual dating on the side. His mom had punked him about that for quite some time now. He sighed. He liked his life as it was now, a successful detective with options of climbing the latter even more. The Summerset Hotel turned out to be a nice all-round hotel with everything from small affordable rooms to extravagant suites that Morgan couldn't even dream about renting. Morgan checked his notes, Carol Summerset lived at the 6th floor, and he stepped inside the elevator and leaned back when he saw that the 6th floor button already was lit. The doors closed and the elevator moved. When they reached the 4th floor the Chinese man stepped out.
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"Shit, shit, shit" Penelope Garcia mumbled to herself while she tried to tie the shoelaces on her new boots. It was 5.30, she was supposed to be standing outside of Kevin's room right that second, and instead she was kneeling two floors down trying to get her god damnd boots to cooperate. She saw the elevator doors open and a guy in green clothes walking out. She decided to ignore her shoelaces and started walking down to the elevator. She almost didn't make it when a nice looking black guy held the doors open for her. "Thanks" she mumbled and pushed the 6th floor button even though it already was lit.
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Emily had known David Rossi for almost a year now, and she had grown to respect him a lot, that was the reason that she didn't wanted him noticing how much the resent catastrophe had touched her. Of course it was a vain hope that David wouldn't notice something like tha--- Emily looked up "what the f**k"
The elevator had stopped.
AN: I know, cliffhanger muhahaha, should i continue though?