Title: Sir Galahad
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds nor the Knights of the Round Table, just incase you were wondering.
Backstory: Galahad as a character seems inhuman. He defeats rival knights apparently without effort, speaks little to his fellow knights, and leads his companions to the Grail with a relentless determination.
Author's Note: This was written in August, before Haley left Aarron. I so called it. Just not the right way.
Aaron pulled into his drive way at about 11 p.m. It wasn't an odd time for him to be getting home, and if he was lucky Haley would still be up watching some late night tv show. Aaron turned off his car and sat in the darkness of his car for a while, waiting for something to happen. He wouldn't be surprised if something happened. Something usually did happened whenever he was feeling cheerful or refreshed or good. Hell, shit happened when he was in a bad mood too.
He just figured that if he gave a fuck, things would happen. That's why he never felt much towards anything. It was easier not to care. Aaron sighed and let his hands remain on the wheel, tightening a bit against the leather. He closed his eyes and let his forehead fall against the wheel, an aching feeling (the start of a migraine most likely) forming in the back of his head.
Aaron banged his head against the wheel a few times, jumping when the horn honked. Something on his belt loop vibrated against him and he hoped that it was work. He hoped someone was dead and he had to come in and avoid Haley's looks, her questions about why he was just sitting in his car for a half hour before he realized he was home and decided to come in. Maybe there was a cerial killer on the loose and he could avoid Haley's burning stare and sad eyes, telling him (more like asking him pitifully) if he wanted to talk.
Maybe one of his agents were dead. That would qualify nothing from Haley. No explanation at all. It was a sick and disturbing thought, but he'd rather Reid or JJ were dead than to talk about divorce with Haley again.
Again. That was what driving him mad. Haley wanted to get divorced because he was distant and 'dangerous'. He wasn't distant, he was just...disturbed.
Aaron flintched as the vibration on his belt turned into a shrill ringing, answering his cell with an awkward flip of the wrist.
"Hotch," he muttered into the dark, leaning back in his seat and dropping his head back against the headrest.
"Hotch, it's Gideon. There's-"
"Someone killed some people and now we get to be the heroes. I know. I'm on my way back to Quontico now."
"Tell Haley I'm sorry."
"I will," said Aaron, closing his phone, listening to it snap shut and turning his car back on.
He listened to the radio turn back on with a snap of static as he back out of the driveway. Aaron glanced back at his house for a second and nearly froze, feeling his heart stop as he saw the curtain flutter open. Haley stared at him as he rolled out of the driveway, his headlight flashing across her face as he backed up.
"I'm sorry, Haley," said Aaron out loud, turning his phone off and turning his car around. He glanced into his rearview mirror as he drove off, his knuckles going slightly white as his hands clenched against the wheel. "But I don't need you anymore."