Next Day
She woke up the next morning to feel a stirring in bed. She looked up just in time to see her husband get up. She soon heard him in the shower and shaving then saw him come back in and put his suit and tie on packing his briefcase.
"Aaron, you're not going into work today," she said emotionally.
"And why not? UnSubs don't just stop suddenly..." he answered without even looking back. Why couldn't she understand? He had to save other people's sons. He couldn't let them have the same fate.
"If it didn't escape your notice our son was killed yesterday."
"I know Toby was killed yesterday. I was there too you know. I can't let other people share our fate. I have to save their children."
"The team can do it. Aaron, you need to grieve."
"I don't want to grieve. I want to hunt down these bastards that pray on children just like Toby. I can't let others go through this. I need to save them."
"Aaron, you will save them. You also need to take time for yourself or it'll only get worse."
"I'm going to work. If I don't it's just selfish."
"It isn't selfish. It's called not losing yourself. What about me and Jack? Are we not as important? If you go down this road you'll only wake up one day to find us gone. Jack's only fifteen!"
"I'm going to work and that's my final word," he shouted angrily walking out.
"Well, don't expect me to come in! I'm going to grieve our son! I loved him."
Aaron's blood boiled but he still headed to work. He wouldn't let anyone lose their son just like he did. He would went hurt every psycho that went out of their way to murder someone's child; someone's parent or someone's partner. He wouldn't let a single bastard get away. He'd see every single one got justice.
He got angrier and angrier as his team tried to send him home. He wouldn't go home and he wouldn't grieve. There wasn't time to grieve as serial killers still went out to kill. He even barred anyone from his office unless they were to talk about work.
