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Hotch felt as if he could barely breathe. God Aaron, what the fuck did you do? He had the most perfect woman a guy could ask for, and he'd gone a fucked it all up. Damnit! He punches the closest thing to him, which happened to be the wall. OUCH!!! Holy mother of God ouch!! He winces at the pain and examines his hand. Yep, that's probably a fracture.
Thankfully, Jack is in bed fast asleep. Hotch doesn't think Jack should have to see him like this. God, what's Jack gonna do when he hears about Emily? He sighs and goes into the kitchen to get a drink. He immediately reaches for the scotch, but decides against it.
I need to find a way to get Emily back. It can't be too late. I need to find someway to prove to her that I love her. But how? He goes into jack's room and just watches him sleep, hoping that an idea will come to him. Jack is curled up into a ball right in the center of his bed. Hotch gets back up and makes his way into his own room. He doesn't even bother taking off his clothes, he just plops down on the bed, shoes and all. Soon, he is engulfed by sleep.
A scream rips through the apartment as Hotch shoots out of his bed and runs to Jack's room. The boy is sitting in his bed, crying hysterically.
"Jack, hey buddy what's wrong?" Hotch asks frantically. Jack just cries louder. Hotch goes over and holds jack closely.
"Buddy, what can I do?" he questions the wailing child, gently rocking him back and forth in his arms.
"I. want. Em'ly" Jack manages to stutter out in between sobs. Hotch shuts his eyes for a second, then reopens them.
"Jack, bud, Emily isn't here right now" he says quietly. This only causes the boy to cry louder. Hotch tries to think of something. He carries the weeping child into his room and grabs his phone. He hits the speed dial with Emily's number on it.
Please pick up, please,please pick up he silently prays
"Hello?" she doesn't sound awake or happy.
"Emily! It's Aaron. Listen please don't hang up. Jack had a nightmare and I can't calm him down. He says he wants you." he pants into the phone. The line is silent for a minute.
"Emily?"
"Put him on" she whispers
"Em'ly?"
"Hi baby, did you have a bad dream?"
"Yeah. Miss Em'ly, why aren't you here?" he questions her suddenly
Emily pauses, trying to decide how to answer so he'll understand. Before she can get the words out of her mouth, Jack speaks again.
"Did you and daddy have a fight?" he asks, innocence glowing around every word that he speaks.
Emily is shocked at the awareness of the boy. "Yes sweetie, daddy and I had a fight."
"Are you still gonna come over 'lot?"
"Not as much as I have been, but you still have my card, right?"
He nods his head as if she can see "Yeah, it's under my pillow, nice 'n safe."
"That's good sweetie. You know that if you ever have a problem or if you just want to talk, that you can call me anytime."
There's a pause, then "Em'ly, did I do something wrong? Is that why you and daddy are fighting?"
If Emily's heart wasn't already shattered, that sentence did the job. She could feel the tears begin to run down her face. "No baby" her voice cracks "you didn't do anything wrong. Daddy and I are just having a hard time."
"Okay, I gotta go asleep now Em'ly" the little boy says, oblivious to the depth of the conversation he just had.
"Alright sweetie, sweet dreams." she can hear the phone being handed over and before she can hang up, he answers.
"Emily?" he asks, caution clear in his tone.
"Yes." he cringes at her tone, it's sharp and harsh. Nothing like the warm and loving voice that he knows.
"Thank you, for helping jack." he says quietly
"Of course, I told you I'd still be there for him." there's a pause "I'm sorry sir, but I have to go. Goodbye" and then she's gone. Hotch feels another piece of his heart break off.
"I have to fix this. I will not lose her." he says firmly to the silence of the room.
