Frank pulled up into the hotel. He rolled his eyes, with the money Hotch had, he should have picked a better place. Walking into the office he was met with a rather beautiful girl. No older than 23, red head and slim.

"Evening." Frank smiled.

The girl looked up with a bored look, but quickly gave him a smile. "Hello. Room for one?"

Frank shook his head. "No, I am actually looking for someone. Aaron Hotchner."

"I'm sorry I can't just give you that information." She replied.

"Well how about now?" He pulled his badge out.

The girl paled a bit. Pausing for a moment, she began searching in the laptop. "Room 203."

"Thank you…"

"Amanda."

"Amanda, beautiful name." Reaching for her hand, he kissed the back of it. As he walked out, he chuckled to himself. The charm has never failed him. Jogging up the stairs, he passed a few rooms. Nothing he hasn't seen or heard. A couple were going at it, a crack head was injecting and he was sure his partner was dead. Once he reached the room, Frank knocked softly only to hear a bottle smash against the door. "Aaron open the door!"

"Leave!"

Frank sighed. "Come on man, open the door!"

"Leave me alone Frank!"

"Aaron, I just want to talk. Nothing more, just talk." Frank said, trying to keep his voice steady.

"I don't want to talk, see or hear you! Now leave! Leave me alone! All of you!" Hotch was in a panic state.

Frank could hear it. Aaron was freaking out. Taking a step back, he kicked the door in. Glancing around he cringed, the room was a mess. Trash and bottles all over the place, his suitcases were vomiting his clothes. The bed was a mess, blankets and pillows tossed around. But he couldn't see Aaron. Hearing the sobs coming from the bathroom, he slowly walked in. "Aaron?" Pushing the door open, he frowned. "Hotchner." Hotch was sitting on the toilet, with his gun in his hand. Tears were falling down his chin, as both of his hands gripped his hair. His once white clean shirt was now stained in both blood and whatever he has spilled. Frank stayed put, he wasn't sure just how bad the man was.

"I-I can't do this anymore Frank." Hotch whispered.

Frank took a step closer. "Do what?"

"This! I can't keep seeing them! They are after me!" Hotch yelled waving his hands and gun around.

Frank stopped himself from moving. "Who? Who is after you?"

Hotch shook his head. "You wouldn't understand. I just want to be alone."

"No, your wife needs you, as well as your kids. Aaron this is not you." Frank took another step. "Aaron give me the gun."

Hotch looked down at his hand and shook his head. "No, it's all I have to protect myself."

"You don't need it Hotch. Your family and team will protect you." Frank was going to try the team card. "They are worried about you."

"Just leave me alone Frank!."

"No! For fucks sake Hotchner! You need help! You need to overcome this!" Frank yelled. "Your team needs their leader back! Your wife and kids need you back! You are letting this-this thing take control of you!"

"No one needs me! I am broken Frank! These damn memories won't leave me alone!" Aaron screamed.

Frank watched him closely. "Give me the gun Aaron."

Jumping to his feet Hotch walked out. "What? You think I'm going to use it? Take the easy way out?" Frank didn't know what to say. "Well I have! And let me tell you, that has been the first time I have thought clearly. I can't control this frank! I am tired and warn out. I can't fight it anymore. It's won."

"Aaron it hasn't won."

"I see them everywhere and every fucken time of day! I can't close my eyes without them haunting me! I can't go outside, everyone is them! I fucken killed innocent people! I shot them in cold blood! I am a fucken killer! I have become what I have hunted my entire life!" Aaron yelled, causing Frank to flinched everytime the gun hit his chest.

"I told you! I said you needed help!" Frank yelled. He knew Hotch needed a firm hand. He was an alpha male and needed another one to control him. "But you are too much of a stubborn bastard to listen to anyone! You have hurt your team and your family with this fucken behavior! We tried to help you the way you wanted, but it was no use! Now I am giving you the last chance Aaron." Hotch looked up. "We do this my way or you are on your own." Hotch starred at him with glossy eyes. After what seemed like hours he nodded. "Get showered. I brought you some clothes." Getting up he slowly walked to the bathroom. Frank grabbed the gun as he passed by him. Sliding the clip out he frowned, there were four bullets missing. Not including the one in the chamber. Looking around he searched for holes in the wall. Only to find them over the head board, then he froze and closed his eyes. "Please god no." Making sure Hotch was in the shower, he snuck out of the room and walked to the one beside it. Picking the lock he walked in, giving a sighed relief at finding the room empty, he snuck out and sneaked back into his room. Hotch was just shutting off the water. "Clothes are on the bed! I'll be in the car."

"Thank you." Hotch mumbled.

Frank scoffed playfully. "Don't thank me yet. Hurry and get dressed." Frank took the seat in his car. Feeling his phone vibrate, Frank pulled it out groaning at the number. "What?"

"We have problems." The man yelped.

Frank sighed. "I have my own problems. Now what?"

"They have a witness. One that says the shot was not justifiable."

"That's bullshit! The idiot was going on a spree Marcos." Frank snapped.

Marcos agreed. "I know Frank, but you need to find someone that can vouch for you. And you must do it quickly."

Spotting Hotch walking towards his car, he cut the call short. "Listen I have something to do right now. Let me see what I can come up with and I'll let you know."

"Do it fast Frank."