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A yelp escaped Jack Hotchner's mouth. A part of he wanted to scream for his dad. He'd protect him from whatever was in his closest. But he didn't. He wanted to appear courageous, just like his daddy. His dad wouldn't be afraid by something in the closet! Perhaps it was just in his head. He hoped so. He played through in his head what would happen if he asked his dad to come in here. He'd open the closet door, like he always did, and walk inside and tell him nothing was there. Jack's intention was to just skip that step and put on a brave face. Tugging the blankets up to his chin he curled up into a small ball.

The noise startled him again. His eyes wide and fearful, he scanned the room. There did not appear to be anything bad. Gulping a bit, he now pulled the blanket over his head. It seemed to give him some comfort though deep down he knew that if something wanted to hurt him a simple blue blanket wouldn't stop them. Don't think that... There's nothing in the closet. Dad will just say that you had too much candy, or watched something you shouldn't have. It's okay. You're safe. Scratching noises came from the door, and his chest felt like it was going to cave in. He couldn't hear as his ears started to ring. Everything sounded so far away, like he had earmuffs on.

He now squeezed his eyes shut. Daddy won't let anything happen to me. He took in a few deep breaths and tried to count to ten. He'd just made it to nine and was beginning to feel a bit better. He declared that it must be in his imagination. It was just as he was about to say ten when he heard the noise again. The air chilled and he now clung to his blanket even more. Half out of fear, and half because the temperature had dropped below freezing. He could see his breath.

Should he scream for his dad now? No... He was okay. Just go to sleep. It's all in your imagination. He rolled over to his other side. He shivered, not due to the biting cold now in the room but due to fear. Maybe he could run to his dad's room and sleep there, claiming a nightmare. No. He wanted to be brave, just like his dad. His dad dealt with bad guys all the time and was never afraid. Would his dad come running in here, scared? He highly doubted it.

The knock at the closet door caused his heart to leap in his chest. A small tear fell down his cheek. In a panic, he jumped out of bed. Quickly, he grabbed a chair and pushed it in front of the closet door. He ran back to the bed as fast as his little feet could carry him.

A few moments of silence. He was okay. His breathing now resumed back to normal. His tired eyes began to close and within seconds he was asleep. He was okay. His dad wouldn't let anything happen to him.

BANG. The closet door flew open and he sat up, wide eyed and afraid. Within seconds he was screaming for his father, all thoughts of being brave rushing out the window.

"Why did you do that to her?" she hissed, her pale eyes flashing with anger. She paced the room angrily, her hawk-like gaze locking on him when he started inching towards the phone.

"I... I didn't, I didn't do anything. You have the wrong guy!" pleaded the cowardly man now backed into the corner of his bedroom. He trembled, from head to foot. His chin quivered and he found himself unable to meet the woman's gaze. His clumsy hand knocked over the phone.

"How does it feel? How does it feel knowing you're about to die? You abandoned them. They're better off without you," she snapped. She started to pace again, knowing it was only a matter of minutes before this man left this world forever. A smile reached her lips knowing that she was doing the family a favour. The wife would move on. Find someone more suitable.

"No, I swear, I didn't..." he pleaded, his brown eyes filling with terrified tears. He struggled to back up, but the wall stopped him. He was trapped.

"LIAR!" she screeched and then more calmly added, "you can't even admit it, I may as well just kill you." She was so calm and calculated about the whole thing it was as if she'd been doing this for years.

"Okay, okay, I did it... but hear me out," he yelled shrilly. His voice broke, hitting hysteria. "I didn't abandon them. They know that. It was a business meeting. I had to leave. I love them. I do this for them! "

Funny, just what he said. He did it for us... she thought bitterly. It was all lies. It was what men said when they loved their jobs more than their wives... More than their kids...

"I don't care what you have to say," she said carefully. Her voice now took on a tone of deadly calm and she advanced towards him. "You chose your job over your family. That really shows how much you love them... You're in love with your job and your family suffers for it. "

"Please," he begged as she pulled him up by his throat. "Give me another chance. I'll make it right! I'll quit my job. "

"You didn't even give your family one chance," she snarled. "You don't deserve one either."

The only sound that echoed through the room after that was the pained screams of the man as he had his heart ripped out of his chest.

He broke his family's hearts by choosing work over them. She broke his heart by tearing it out of his body. It seemed poetic, and completely fair.

Aaron Hotchner had been sitting at his desk looking over some files when he heard the sound any parent dreaded. The screams and cries of his son. Oh please, not another nightmare. Jack had being having quite a few since his mother's death over a year ago. It shattered his heart to see and hear his son suffer so much. He tried so hard to push aside what he felt in concern for his son. He knew the adjustment was nearly impossible, and it was made even harder by the fact that he was often away for work.

"Jack?" Hotch called out throwing the boy's door open to run into the room.

Instead of the pale, frightened boy he expected, Jack appeared calm and was sitting on his bed smiling. He grinned up at his dad when he walked in the room.

"Why did you scream?" Hotch said softly, sitting next to his son on the bed. He reached out a comforting hand to his son. Hadn't his son just been screaming a few moments ago?

"I thought a bad person was coming to get me," Jack whispered. He shivered again at the reminder of the fear he had felt. He didn't want to feel like that again.

Before Hotch had a chance to reassure him, Jack's face lit up. "But it's okay!" he said. "It was only mommy. We can be a family again!" Jack was so happy he wriggled with excitement. "She was here. She came to see me."

"Mommy?" Hotch pried gently as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Yes, she was just here," Jack said happily. "She came to see me. Mommy was here."