For my wonderful readers, I give you shot number seven. I hope you enjoy this one as much as the ones before. Two more and then a poll, and I will begin extending Reid's fic and whichever other that you choose. This one is a bit shorter, but I didn't really feel like writing a phone conversation. So, now with out further delay,
Shot seven, Gideon
Jason Gideon was a man who had seen it all, or at least he thought he had. But watching Spencer Reid die and be brought back on that tiny screen had shocked him to the very core. It rocked his very understanding of his job and nearly brought him to his knees. He had always been the first to admit that the job he had was hard, yet nothing he had experienced before that came close to preparing him for what he saw that day.
So now, hours later, finally back in Virginia, he slumped his way from his car to his apartment door with out taking in anything around him. He unlocked the door and dropped his go bag with a thump just inside. He closed and locked his door on auto-pilot before making his way to the kitchen.
Glass of water in hand the man fell back into the couch and closed his eyes. He would not sleep tonight, of that he was already sure. How could he sleep, when the man he eagerly brought into this job nearly died from it?
He also knew that it wasn't truly his fault, Spencer had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. He sighed to himself, took a sip of his water and stared at the blank television screen in front of him. The past days had left him feeling drained and dry, it was hard to think that he had to go back to the same things come Monday morning. Watching more people slaughtered, more people raped, beaten and abused, it was nearly too much. He contemplated leaving the job behind, forgetting it all and living at his cabin in the woods, only coming into town when he needed food or supplies. Yet he knew that he couldn't do that. His team needed him, Spencer needed him, now more then ever, he couldn't leave them to fend for them selves.
Jason shook his head with a small smile, Elle was right to call him Dad, he acted very much like a dad to everyone on the team, especially the newer members and the younger ones. His smile dropped after a moment, his line of thought lead to him remembering how the job had lost him his own son, not by death, but by his own choice. He sighed again and rested his elbows on his knees, looking to the ground between his feet.
He was so lost in his thoughts that at first the small noises out side his door went unnoticed, until that is, the small noises became loud wailing. Shocked from his thoughts he sat stunned for a moment before getting to his feet and walking to the door.
Upon opening his door, his eyes were immediately drawn to the small pink bundle laying on his welcome mat. Bending down he scooped up what seemed to be a baby girl and took her into his apartment after casting a wary eye down the hallway. Once inside he began bouncing and rocking the child to calm her. Under his breath he sang her a lullaby that he had sang to his son when he was small, the words coming forth easily despite not having been said, nor sung in nearly thirty years.
Minutes later after the child had calmed and fallen asleep, Jason picked up his phone. The line seemed to ring for hours to Jason, who's eyes stayed firmly on the sleeping girl.
"Hotchner." Was the answer once the line had been picked up.
"Hey, Hotch, its me, Gideon. Can you do me a favour?"
