Author's Note: Hello, everyone. God, it's been a wild weekend already! The freeway overpass near my house collapsed during an epic, Terminator like trucking accident. The lights went out until early morning yesterday and I spent the entire day sleeping it off.
Of course, all of this epicness happened on the same day that a house in my neighborhood just randomly exploded into little tiny bite sized pieces.
Whoever said that suburbia was quieter and much more peaceful than the city was full of shit!
It wasn't all bad, though. Nobody died in either accident and the bridge/overpass was crappy anyway. It was going to have to be fixed eventually. Also, my family and I didn't have to stay in our house while it all went down. We went to a dear friend's home who had power and hunkered down. During that time, I watched Nacho Libre and Iron Man for the first (of hopefully many) times and my writer's block has disappeared.
While we are on the subject of writing, this fic is just about finished. There's probably going to be this chapter and then an epilogue. And rest assured, dear readers, Will is not going to get away with this.
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
"Aaron?"
He turned over and saw Jennifer sitting up in their bed. She had on her favorite pajamas, a pale yellow set with frogs and ladybugs on them, and she was toying with some of her hair. It was longer and his sharp eyes could spot small strands of silver within the corn silk mane. They added to her beauty.
Sitting up, he let her rest her head on his bare chest, waiting for her to talk.
"Should I feel this guilty? Should it hurt to know that all those girls and Jackson died because of my bad taste in men?" she asked in a small voice.
"Hey!" he protested.
"Sorry. Previously bad taste in men." she corrected sheepishly.
He rolled his eyes and then shook his head.
"No. Will is responsible for this. He put the idea on Jackson's head and he helped him get the supplies. You saw the letters and you heard the phone calls. The fault does not lie with you." he insisted with a stubborn squeeze of her.
It didn't! Hotch had already lost one friend to misplaced guilt and he would be damned if he lost Jennifer to it as well! Logically, he knew that the only way to truly get rid of the guilt was for her to forgive herself but Aaron was determined to do anything to help her.
One good thing he could do was to put the bastard under the prison for causing all of this pain, this pointless waste of human life, all the torment to her mind and soul…
He just wanted her to be able to sleep at night.
"I know that, Aaron and I'm trying but still…this really sucks."
He chuckled at her blunt statement and kissed her brow.
"I know, sweetheart. You know, we're going to arrest him tomorrow. If you'd like to be there…"
"No."
"Jennifer…"
"No, I mean that just don't want to be there. I want to put the cuffs on the fucker myself."
Surprised at her language, he looked down at her only to see her smiling for the first time since their return from Montana 3 weeks ago.
He kissed her forehead again and smiled as well.
She would be okay.
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Will hurried outside of the hotel and jumped into his car, speeding down the street.
His idiot brother had killed himself like a little bitch. Not only had he done that, he hadn't burned the letters like he told him to and had actually taped his phone calls, probably so he wouldn't forget any of the instructions.
Now, it was just solid evidence to get him in prison for life.
Will let out a snarl and pounded the dashboard in frustration as he was stopped by a red light.
It was all Jennifer's fault! Jennifer and that Hotchner bastard ruined everything! He was not supposed to be caught. Jackson was supposed to take the fall when it all came out, not him. But, no. No, Jennifer and her precious BAU had to butt in and now everything was utterly fucked. Well, not everything. If he could just get to the airport and out of the country, they'd never catch him.
He could go to Mexico…no, too obvious. No, he would go to one of those tiny little islands in the Pacific. Maybe he could find a nice whore and live with her.
At least until she runs out of money...
Will chuckled and then smiled as he noticed how clear the road was.
It was his lucky break.
Or so he thought…
His foot slammed down on the brake as he saw Jennifer standing in the middle of the road, a shotgun trained right on his head. Behind her was a roadblock of FBI and local police. He made to accelerate but a bullet whizzed through the windshield precariously close to his neck. He could feel the heat of the bullet as it lodged into the backseat.
Looking at her, he was surprised to see the barely hidden madness within her gaze.
"Turn off the car and get out or I won't miss next time." she snarled while pumping the gun again.
Will gulped and broke out in a cold sweat as even more guns pointed at him, cutting his chances of escape from slim to nil.
Meeting her gaze, he watched as a slow smug and icy smile curved her lips, confirming one thing.
He had seriously underestimated her.
Doing as she asked, he dropped to his knees, putting his hands behind his head.
She got right into his personal space and then slammed him onto the asphalt, rubbing his face raw as she attached handcuffs to him brutally.
Yanking him up, she walked him into the roadblock, letting officers take him.
Chief Rebecca Yang came up to him, looking at him with unhidden disgust and betrayal.
Her usually soft voice was harsh with fury, a flush on her narrow Asian face making her look like a dragon seeking to devour.
"William LaMontagne, you are under arrest in connection to the murders of Janice Tillman, Rebecca McGill, Kimberly Washington, Kylie Fredrickson, Olivia Gregory, Candice Jackson, Heather Erickson, Iris Dixon, Paula McAllister, Ursula Sands, Francesca Donaldson, and Xandria Nickelson You are also under arrest as an accessory to the kidnapping of Jennifer Jareau and Aaron Hotchner. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will used in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If cannot afford one, one will be provided for you by the state. Do you understand these rights that I have just explained to you?"
He nodded silently, feeling his rage become replaced by anguish.
"Good. You're just sorry you were caught, you twisted betraying son of a bitch. I will greatly enjoy watching your execution. Get him out of my sight."
As he was shoved into a police car, he turned to see Jennifer surrounded by her BAU team.
When he saw Hotchner put his arms around her, he turned away, a defeated man.
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Later on, Jennifer sat on Aaron's lap as she drank her beer. The team had insisted on taking them out for a drink after shift ended, not only to celebrate the capture of Will but their one year anniversary.
Both had forgotten, much to everyone's amusement, and it made them more insistent that they come out with them.
"We're not letting you two skip out this time. Although, I bet you two had a lot more fun than we all did. Well, except for me and Baby Girl…"
Seeing Garcia chase Morgan out of the bullpen, her purse ready to strike, had been worth the delay. After Will had been taken away, she had wanted to take Aaron home and sleep for the next 2 days. Well, not just sleep…
Now, that the creeping dread was gone, JJ felt liberated, like she could enjoy life to the fullest without feeling guilty. Or more like she could enjoy Aaron to the fullest without feeling guilty. She could feel his interest building with each small shift of her hips, which increased the ache between her legs.
To avoid jumping him (and getting them arrested), Jennifer scanned the bar for their team.
Rossi was at the pool table, looking to be hustling some rookies from Homicide. He was smiling and laughing, a welcome change from the last few weeks. Although, the pretty redhead nearby probably had something to do with it.
Morgan and Garcia were in a corner booth, kissing like they were the only two people in the world. Shortly after Garcia's angry rant to Will, Derek had invited her over for dinner. A dinner, according to Pen, that had been eaten off of each other instead of plates.
Jennifer was happy for them, not only because they had finally hooked up but because she had won $2200 in their pool, which she had divided between her and Aaron…whose hands were moving slowly but surely to her breasts.
With a light cough, she shifted again and she could feel her panties begin to soak through.
In the interest of teasing, she rolled her hips slowly, delighting in his soft moan.
Continuing her search, she spotted Reid and Prentiss talking at a small table (also in a corner), looking happy. They weren't together but it was only a matter of time. Judging by the look in Spencer's eyes and the familiar way Emily was shifting, it would be very, very soon.
She quickly used her phone to email her wager to the pool and turned around to meet Aaron's gaze.
His gaze was dark and fevered and she gulped.
Oh, she was definitely in for it when they got home.
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When the door shut behind them, they fell on each other like feral dogs. Clothes were carelessly ripped and torn off and they left a trail of destruction to their bedroom. Hotch picked her up and slammed her into the wall, no longer able to wait.
If he didn't get inside her soon, he'd go mad.
Jennifer moaned and whimpered as he pushed her panties aside and plunged into her to the hilt. She gasped with each impact of their bodies together and dug her nails into his back, holding on for dear life. Aaron usually wasn't this primal and needy but when he was…ooh, was it good.
Not that it wasn't good all the time…
God, she was so beautiful…so hot. It had been all he could do not to take her in the middle of the bar or at the roadblock. Seeing her so riled up, so fiery had done hell on his control. Her little lap dance had been his breaking point. He hated (loved) it when Jennifer teased him and he was determined to take it out of her hide for the next hour or 10.
Jennifer groaned as her core began to twitch in ever speeding spasms and she dug her nails in deeper, urging him on breathlessly.
"Ooh, harder, Aaron…please, harder…I need…I'm close…please, Aaron…m-make me… make me…"
He'd make her come, all right. He'd make her come so hard that she couldn't breathe. Using a hand to brace himself on the wall, he slid his fingers to her core, teasing the heated and soaked flesh with gentle, knowing hands. Jennifer's groans became whimpers that escalated into cries and then…
Her head went back as she wailed out her bliss, screaming Aaron's name into the night. With a stifled shout, he followed her over the edge, releasing deep into her womb. Jennifer smiled at the feeling and milked her muscles, wanting all he could give her.
After several kisses and aftershocks, they slid to the floor, holding their shaking bodies to each other. Aaron remained inside her and she flexed her inner muscles, slowly but surely stimulating him back to arousal.
"That was…animalistic." he breathed after a while.
She let out a feline like growl, making them both laugh.
"Well, we do have a tendency to go at it like lions." she brought out with a happy squeal as he carried her to bed, sending him even deeper inside her.
Aaron let out an agreeing moan and pressed her into the mattress fully, ready for round two.
Hopefully, by the time they were done, they would be sated and content to sleep.
Until then, he had a mission: make his lioness purr.