Things were running smoothly for the BAU team, the new dynamic Amalya had more or less sprung on them to save JJ's job didn't affect their abilities to get the job done in any way. Hotch had attended a few meetings with the oversight committee where a couple of its members weren't pleased with the shift in dynamic; especially with how it came about; but Hotch would not let them say a bad word about Amalya. Some carnal instinct awoke within him the moment they came after her; and he made sure to let it be known that he would not tolerate anyone badmouthing his team, especially her.
He didn't fight their words with emotion, or talk about loyalty; he mentioned facts, facts they were choosing to ignore. He was aware that he may never fully understand how she was able to save JJ's job, but he knew that while she made sure Strauss got a good leg up her career in the process; it was clear some members of the committee somehow didn't, and therefore, were resentful.
He also knew that she was well aware that she created a few enemies with that stunt; not that she cared in the slightest. But none of it explained the change in her in the past few weeks.
He couldn't quite place it; but something about her was different. Her eyes held something different…. her mannerism was different. And he wasn't the only one who noticed, they all did, but no one had any explanation.
She still dragged him out of his office; but it felt different. She still teased Rossi; but it felt different. She still reminisced with Emily about Cairo and the various other cities they both spent time in, but it felt different. She still talked to Reid about whatever translated Arabic novel he read, but it felt different…even to Reid. She still trained with Morgan, but he would land a few hits he otherwise wouldn't. She still shared food recipes with Garcia, and was perhaps the least different with her, but was still different. Even her interactions with JJ as she navigated some treacherous waters when on loan to other agencies; she was not herself. She didn't make mistakes, but she wasn't herself.
The only person she was still her usual self around was Jack. The minute his son would run up to her, it was as if a switch flipped, and she was the girl they knew for the past year. Whatever it was that was making her act like this, she forgot about it when Jack was around.
Even Haley had noticed the shift in her whenever she swung by to talk to Hotch without Jack.
"We thought we were seeing things," Hotch told her when she commented on it.
"A room full of profilers, but you're taking my word for it." She had quipped, and he chuckled.
"We don't profile each other." He reminded her, and she scoffed.
"You're not supposed to, but you guys definitely do!" she stated confidently, and all he did was smile in amusement at her. He could not deny it. It became a second nature to all of them to at least get a feel for the person in front of them. Which was why he was sure they were not all wrong about her; something did change, they just couldn't figure out what it was.
They were on the jet back from Iowa, after the psycho kid case, when Rossi decided to pry and ask her if she was all right. She was sitting next to Hotch with Rossi facing her around the small table, Morgan next to Rossi. She had her legs pulled up and resting on the armrest between her and Hotch with a blanket thrown over them, making her seem a bit more relaxed, as she stared out the window at the darkness.
"You know you can talk to us about anything, right kiddo?" Rossi reminded her, and she turned to face him, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
"You guys worried I'm in an abusive relationship again?" she wondered, and Morgan instinctively sat taller.
"If you are…." He started, but she raised her hands.
"Easy, I'm not. I promise you, I'm not." She assured them.
"But something has been off about you for a couple of weeks now," Morgan countered.
She frowned, "off how?"
"Can't really label it, you just don't seem like yourself." Reid interjected.
She couldn't help the chuckle, not in disdain, or disbelief, but actual amusement.
"A room full of profilers, but you can't label it," she teased.
Hotch watched the team subtly, seeing if they bought her act; because that sentence did genuinely seem like her old self, but it was a decoy.
"Your father didn't worry about your abilities to manipulate for nothing; we can tell something is off, but unless you want us to know what it is, we never will." Rossi foiled her hopes of deception.
Hotch nearly breathed a sigh of relief at Rossi's words.
"It's a few things happening back home, that I guess has affected me more than I think." She finally said.
"Anything we can do to help?" Emily asked.
"This," she gestured to them, "is all I need."
She was sincere in her statement, but Hotch could tell there was more.
He became even more sure of it when he brought in Ashley Seaver to assist them on a case. He immediately saw the apprehension in her eyes, and the fact that she thought he was making a mistake. He was waiting for her to comment on it, but she had simply grabbed her go-bag and was about to head out.
He couldn't help himself and stopped her.
"You think this is a mistake," he said matter of factly, when she looked questioningly at him.
"Bringing her in to help us with the case…. no. Taking her out into the field with us…. yes." she replied.
"She has a unique perspective; she might pick up on something we don't." He argued.
"I agree." She concurred. "Are you bringing her into interrogations?" she asked.
"Of course, not." He wasn't sure why he was so defensive. Why he was hurt she would think that of him.
"Then there's no reason she can't observe from Penelope's screens," she pointed out. "Look, with her unique point of view," she emphasized the word 'unique,' "comes a very burdening sense of guilt, and a need to set things right." She told him. "She knows she can't do much for her father's victims, so she'll want to compensate with this case. And that is a dangerous instinct in a young agent to yield – let alone on her first case in the field – and she will end up putting herself, the case – perhaps even one of us – in danger, since I'm assuming she'll always have one of us with her." She explained.
Hotch had let her go after that, because he understood her point of view, but thought they could manage it. He knew she wasn't waiting for an explanation from him, nor was that why he made her voice her concern. She was never really one to hold back on her opinion – especially with him – and it scared him when she did not share it. He pushed for it to see if she would shrug him off or tell him what's on her mind.
He was relieved when she didn't resist and immediately spoke her mind; but was still worried that she needed the push to begin with.
Could she be leaving the BAU? Could an offer be tempting enough that she's weighing her options? The thought entered unwilling into his mind, and he was surprised at the fear it woke within him.
The lack of 'I told you so' look from her when Seaver did exactly what she warned him made his fear grow.
"I hate you," he'd whispered to her when they were alone in the jet's kitchenet, and she chuckled, but didn't say anything.
Usually, she would make some jab about handing in her resignation, or 'a hostile work environment,' or that mischievous look that made the corner of her eyes crinkle which clearly challenged his statement, sometimes adding a 'you love me' with it.
But this time she simply chuckled, smiled, and went back to her seat.
He was terrified now.
He hated the nights he went home when they didn't have an active case; those nights his nightmares wouldn't stop. Foyet attacking her; his father attacking him; his father's taunts; Foyet attacking Jack; and many more blurry images he couldn't decipher; just that he would wake up in drenched in sweat and panting.
He watched her closely; she was checking her phone a bit more often than before, but her expressions weren't definitive of one thing or another. She would frown, smile, chuckle, have a gleam in her eyes, sometimes sadness, sometimes anger, confusion. He'd asked Strauss if another agency, or some higher-ups were trying to come after a member of his team. But she told him that she didn't hear anything. That other than the couple of Oversight Committee members who weren't pleased with what Amalya did to save JJ's job – especially that they didn't know what exactly she did – she hadn't received any interest in the team from anyone.
This had made him worried that those members were somehow trying to get her kicked off the team. He wanted to ask her about it but wasn't sure how to. She'd already told them that whatever was on her mind was related to her family back home, but later when he pulled her aside and told her that he'd approve any time off she might need to travel back, she told him that wasn't necessary. But she was still not her usual self, and he was now sure that whatever it was that was on her mind had nothing to do with her family back home.
He wanted to ask her, to tell her that she could come to him with something like this. But how can he? How can he look her in the eyes and tell her he can fight for her job, when he failed to protect JJ and she was the one to save her job?
A faint voice at the back of his head reminded him that her strange behavior started after that dance they shared after she saved JJ's job. Could she have seen it in his eyes? Was he holding her too close? Could she have understood the nature of his feelings for her?
But what was the nature of his feelings for her? He knew what Rossi thought they were, but he adamantly denied it. So, what would she understand, really?
He hoped that with time, whatever it was, won't be there for long.
And his prayers were answered…. courtesy of his own son.
The Halloween case was a case that affected Hotch more than he wanted to let on, he understood the UNSUB's anger; his motives; his desperation. He didn't think they justified his actions, but it was how he knew his simmering anger would immediately calm down when he found out about his son.
They came back to Quantico, and were met with Garcia and her spooky outfit, as she was on her way to a Halloween party, that she was planning to drag Morgan to. Haley and Jack were supposed to meet him there so they can go trick-or-treating together, so he had to change out of his suit and get into something a bit more comfortable.
He made a beeline for the bathroom once they got to the sixth floor, after complimenting Garcia's outfit, and made quick work of his suit, putting on a pair of jeans and a light orange sweater. He was walking back towards his office, when the ding announcing the elevator's arrival caught his attention, and when he looked he saw Selim walking out of it.
"Agent Hotchner," the handsome Interpol agent greeted warmly, extending his hand towards Hotch.
Hotch – much to his own chagrin – schooled his feature to quash the sudden wave of…. whatever it was that filled him when he realized he was here for Amalya and took his offered hand in a firm shake.
"Agent Dogan."
"Lya isn't answering her phone, did she leave already for the night?" Selim asked, as they both headed into the bullpen, and finding her desk empty.
"No, she went to get something from the mailroom," Emily was the one to provide the answer, as she looked up from the file in her hands.
"I'll just wait by her desk," Selim commented, and Hotch nodded. He'd spotted Haley in his office and knew that Jack was probably playing behind his desk.
"I'll leave you to it," he said, as he made his way to the office.
"Hey, sorry I'm late," he greeted Haley apologetically, as he kissed her cheek.
"No worries. Selim here for Amalya?" she wondered, knowing well enough the effect the attractive agent had on her ex-husband, despite his attempts to deny it.
"Yeah, she's apparently in the mailroom." He told her, his eyes scanning the office for signs of his son. "Did Jack go with her?" he asked her, and she shook her head, amused, as she pointed to a spot behind his desk.
"He wants to surprise you with his costume," she whispered in conspiracy, and he couldn't help but smile.
"Hey, buddy, I can't wait to see your costume," Hotch called out, preparing himself to feign surprise at whatever superhero-costume his son chose.
"Are you ready?" Jack's excited voice came, and Hotch and Haley shared an amused look. Hotch noticed a strange gleam in Haley's eyes but didn't dwell on it.
"I am." He assured his son.
Jack walked out from his spot behind his desk, and Hotch was genuinely surprised, and confused.
Jack wasn't wearing a superhero costume, he was wearing a suit, with a slobby-tied tie. He looked to Haley for answers, but he simply found her smiling at the two of them, while Jack was looking at him expectantly.
"That's not Spiderman," he commented, his confusion no longer faked, but genuine.
"He's not a real superhero," Jack elaborated.
"He's not?" Hotch repeated in question, and Jack shook his head.
"Alright, I give up. Who are you supposed to be?" he asked.
"I'm you, Daddy," Jack announced proudly, and Hotch's heart simultaneously swelled and melted.
He closed the distance between him and his son and engulfed him in a hug. The small gesture was incredibly sweet, innocent, and unexpected that Hotch was taken off-guard, but in a good way. He was always insecure about his fatherhood, and how Jack saw him. He was scared his son felt distant from him, detached in a way. But that small gesture wiped all that…..at least for now.
"Let's go get some candy," he murmured into his hair, as he turned around towards the door. He met Haley's proud, tearful eyes. He smiled at her, as he guided her out the door.
"Amaya!" Jack squealed so loudly, making Hotch wince since he was right next to his ear when he did.
The brunette in question was entering the bullpen, her phone wedged between her shoulder and her ear, a large box anchored to her hip by one hand as she swung the door open with the other.
She smiled when she heard her name squealed, her smile growing when she saw the outfit Jack was in as he ran towards her. She bent her knees down enough to catch him as he flung himself at her, and she anchored him to her other hip.
Her voice filtered to them, but they didn't understand what she was saying, so they realized she was talking in Arabic. Selim got up from her chair and took the box from her before he snatched the phone.
She rolled her eyes at the teasing tone he immediately adopted as he spoke into the phone, before she turned her attention back to Jack, a face-splitting grin on her face.
"Guess!" Jack exclaimed excitedly.
She released a throaty laugh at his excitement, as she plopped him on her chair standing up.
"A mini-Hotch!" she announced, laughing.
"Daddy, she got it on her first try, and you didn't," Jack said in shock.
"You're losing your touch, councilor," she teased, and Hotch was taken aback a little. She hadn't called him that before, not ever actually. The moniker felt different from her, and the teasing gleam in her eyes was the one he'd missed the past few weeks.
She held his gaze as she gave him a one-sided smile, the gleam in her eyes mesmerizing him, and he offered her a genuine smile of his own. His eyes trying to look beyond the mischief in hers and find the reason she'd been different those past few weeks.
"Amaya, can you come trick or treating with me?" Jack asked her, breaking the trance his father, and Amalya were in.
Amalya opened her mouth to let the little boy off gently, but Selim came to her rescue.
"Actually, kiddo, I was kinda hoping to steal her for the night," he said sheepishly, as he handed her her phone back.
"Why?" Jack scowled at him, and Haley couldn't help but groan.
"Oh God."
Amalya's shoulders shook with laughter, as Emily voiced the thought that was on their minds.
"The resemblance is uncanny," she pointed out, shrugging unapologetically at Hotch when he gave her an identical scowl.
Jack looked between all three women, confused.
"The look you just gave Selim, is the exact same look your dad gives Derek," Haley explained gently.
"Really?!" the boy sought confirmation, excitedly.
"Yes. Just don't stay in the office after hours, and make me drag you out," Amalya quipped.
"Amen!" Haley agreed.
This entire exchange was soothing a fear that had been growing inside Hotch for weeks. Amalya's quip about dragging Jack out gave him hope that she's not leaving the BAU. The way she was acting around him right now was giving him hope that she won't leave the BAU.
"You still haven't answered my question!" Jack reminded Selim.
Haley and Hotch both opened their mouths to scold Jack, but Amalya looked expectantly at Selim.
"Hadı, bakalım," * Amalya urged.
"I'm taking her to a party," Selim answered, looking Jack directly in the eye.
Both Amalya and Jack scrunched their noses at the idea.
"The only party I'm attending is on my couch; with fuzzy socks on my feet, PJs, and a glass of wine," she informed him.
"Come on, Lya, I don't want to go alone." Selim pleaded.
She frowned, "Is this a work thing?"
"No, not exactly." He replied, and she narrowed her eyes at him, before it dawned on her.
"Oh, you want me to chase away the girls!" she almost screeched incredulously.
"I don't have it in me to be courteous and turn down a million attempts. But showing up with you on my arm, will definitely put an end to it all, I will be an hour to ninety minutes max, then I'll take you home." He rambled.
She pursed her lips in thought, before turning her head to look at Jack.
"What do you think, kiddo? Should I go save him from having to deal with unpleasant people?" she asked the five-year-old.
"Gidi misin?" * Selim wondered in surprise.
"I think you should help him," Jack told her. "You should always help your friend, right Daddy?" he elaborated, seeking confirmation from his father.
"That's right, buddy," Hotch answered past the ever-growing lump in his throat. He wasn't sure why Amalya going to a work party with Selim was making him queasy in a strange way and causing this strange sense of heaviness to settle deep in the pit of his stomach.
"Aynen öyle!"* Amalya kissed his cheek proudly, as she took him off her chair, and planted him back on the floor.
"What's that?" Jack asked.
"Exactly in Turkish, I believe," Emily answered, and both Amalya and Selim nodded.
"And with that, I bid you all a Happy Halloween, and a good night." Emily exclaimed, before taking her leave.
"You wanna swing by your apartment, or will you buy something on our way?" Selim asked her as he grabbed the box, and the small group headed for the elevator.
"That won't be necessary," she declared, as she took off her blazer, and placed it on Selim's bent elbow. Both men looked at her questioningly.
She proceeded to open the box Selim was carrying revealing a pair of black stilettos, just as the elevator's ding announced its arrival. They all walked in, as she pulled her silk blouse free from her pants and pulled it over her head. Selim was about to object when he saw the black simple camisole with a bit of lace adorning the neckline underneath. She threw the blouse inside the box, before quickly unzipping her boots, and in one swing both boots and socks were off her feet. She grabbed the stilettos from the box, put the boot and socks inside, before slipping on the stilettos, her hands blindly reaching for support, which Haley gladly offered.
"Amalya, look at me," Haley called her. Waving an eyeliner pen at her, which she had dug out of her own purse while Amalya changed into her outfit.
"That takes me a while to apply," Amalya informed her sheepishly.
"Close your eyes," Haley instructed and Amalya obliged. Haley swiftly drew a perfect simple line right at the lash line, extending it a bit at the end.
"Let me see," she said, and Amalya's eyes flew open.
"Perfect." Haley announced, side-eyeing a deathly silent Hotch.
Amalya turned back around to Selim, quickly pulling out her lipstick and expertly applying it, as her other hand released her hair from the bun she had it in. Once her lipstick was applied, she flipped her head, shook her hair out, before flipping it back up.
Haley quickly adjusted a few curls at the back, as Amalya grabbed the blazer back, slipped it on, and pulled up the sleeves, bunching it up at the elbows.
"Voila!" she said triumphantly, simultaneously with the elevator's arrival at the parking level.
"WOW!" Jack exclaimed in awe, and Amalya giggled.
"Thanks, sweetheart," she said, squatting down to press a tender kiss to his cheek, before wiping the smudge of lipstick from his cheek.
"I think Selim will be the one scaring away men all night!" Haley teased, and Amalya chuckled.
"Been doing it since middle school!" Selim grumbled as they all made it to their cars.
"Happy Halloween and enjoy your trick or treating!" Amalya said, as she unlocked her car.
"Don't stay out too late," Haley quipped, and she chuckled.
"Good night, Hotchner family. See you tomorrow, councilor," Amalya exclaimed, and Hotch was surprised he was actually able to speak still.
"Good night, Lya." He said softly.
An hour later…..
Hotch and Haley were walking a few steps behind Jack, who was walking with a group of kids from Haley's neighborhood as they knocked on each door in search of the candy they so eagerly desired.
"So, when are you going to ask her out?" Haley dead panned.
"Who?" Hotch wondered, frowning.
"Come one, Aaron. Don't do this with me, you know who I mean." She shot back.
"Haley, I honestly don't know who you're talking about." He refuted, and he was sincere. Because she can't be on the same page as Rossi, can she?
"Amalya, you're head over heals for her." She went for the kill-shot.
"Not you too!" he groaned.
"Dave?" Haley knew immediately that the veteran profiler would be the first to notice it.
"There's nothing going on, Haley." He assured her.
"But there should be. You have feelings for her, and that's fine. You're allowed to have feelings for someone, Aaron. But how long do you think it'll be enough to watch her from afar and panic every time a man comes too close to her?" she started, unknowingly repeating Rossi's exact words, "she's gorgeous, Aaron. She's got the face, the body, and the personality. That's rare to find in someone. And she can read you like an open book! And you are falling for her. So, what's the problem?" Haley listed.
"It's too complicated," he finally admitted, probably for the first time, that he did have feelings for her, albeit it being indirectly.
"Why?" she wondered, "I know you weren't planning to fall for her, which means she snuck her way past all your defenses."
"I'm not sure what I feel for her, Haley. I can't approach her without knowing how I feel, then how she feels about it; there's Jack to think about; the team…." he trailed off, his fear of losing her now evident, and Haley realized he was scared of getting hurt again.
"I don't think she'll simply walk away from the team and Jack if she didn't feel the same way about you," she said softly, "start by testing the waters with her. You're a profiler, you'll know if she feels the same way or not," she continued, "but first, you need to admit those feelings to yourself, and be honest about their nature. Because if she does feel the same way, and she agrees to start this with you…. she'll go in with her whole heart, she'll give you her all, and if you break her, you'll lose her for good." She finished.
That night Hotch lay in bed thinking over about what Haley said, turning it over and over in his head, and adding it to what Rossi had been telling him all along.
He knew he had to be sure of his feelings towards her; that they weren't simple gratitude for what she did for Haley, Jack, and JJ; that it wasn't some infatuation with her exotic nature, and personality; that it wasn't a mere physical attraction.
Little did he know that his theory was going to be put to the test that night, he fell asleep thinking about her and it wasn't long before she invaded his dreams.
He was in his kitchen making coffee, when he heard the slow echo of heels clicking behind him. Her scent filled the air around him, and he took a deep breath, almost inhaling all of it, before whispering her name.
"Lya."
"I love it when you call me that," she purred from behind him, and he turned around to find her standing by the door. Her legs clad in the pants she wore on the last case that were somehow much sexier now that she was wearing those stilettos. Her camisole was teasing enough flesh to drive him crazy, but not giving enough to satisfy the imagination. She was enticing, her dark eyes looking seductively at him from beneath that perfectly drawn eyeliner that Haley applied, her eyelashes long enough to add to the mystery of her eyes. Her perfect lips accentuated by the dark shade of the lipstick, the fullness of them inviting.
He put down the coffee pot, and in one swift stride, closed the distance between them, and crashed his lips against her own. Her surprised yelp was swallowed by him, as his hand cupped her face, his other encircling her waist and pinning her to him. Her hands immediately raised and encircled his face with the palms of her hands.
Her mouth opened to allow him entry, and his tongue immediately darted inside her mouth; exploring, tasting, invading, dancing around with her own. He started to back her towards his room.
Her hands had gone down to his waist, and they started to pull his sweater up his body, along with the white t-shirt he wore under it. He slid the blazer off her shoulders, and the broke apart long enough for him to pull the sweater and t-shirt off, and for her blazer to join the sweater on the floor before their lips crashed once more. His hands roamed her body until it got to her hips, and he hoisted her up. Her hands were already around his neck, one hand tangled in his hair, so she easily used his shoulders to help pull herself up.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, kicking off the stilettos, as one hand cupped her bottom, as the other freed the camisole from her pants and slid under it. He groaned into her mouth at the feel of her skin against his hand and felt her smile. She pulled back, a seductive smile on her lips as she pulled the camisole over her head and threw it on the floor.
They'd gotten to his room, so he slowly lowered her to the bed, her legs still wrapped around his waist as he kept his own weight on his knees, not quite lowering himself onto her yet, as he took her in. She was a sight to behold, a divine one; her hair fanned out on the bed, her eyes dark with desire and seduction, the champagne color of her bra against her tanned skin.
He shifted his weight onto his left elbow, which he had resting by her head, as he bent down to kiss her again, but slowly this time, savoring how her lips felt against his own, how they tasted, how it made him feel to kiss her like that.
Her hands slid down his chest, her nails lightly scratching at the defined muscles, before her right hand moved around to his back, her fingers admiring the muscles beneath them as the traveled up the groove of his spine, her left one working on her own pants.
Once they were both free of them, he shifted to align himself with her, his eyes holding her own steady as he slowly spread her walls open and pushed himself inside her.
Her pleasure-filled moan rose gradually the deeper he went, the burn from being stretched giving her a sweet delight like no other. Hotch was by no means average, and he knew it. Her back arched against him, as she thrust her hips to meet him, taking him in deeper. Her head had rolled back when her back arched, giving him easy access to her glorious neck. His mouth immediately began its ministrations at her jawline, slowly traveling down to her collar bone. He found a sensitive spot at the bottom of her neck and felt her entire body shudder when he nibbed at it, so he gave it a bit of special attention.
Her hands were still moving up and down his back, her nails lightly scratching at his muscles, as he moved inside her. Most of his weight was still on his left elbow, his right hand possessively cupping her chin and cheek, his thumb grazing her lips before he dove in for another kiss. The moan that rumbled deep in her throat, as she closed down her walls around him made him groan into her mouth as his hand let go of her face and traveled down to knead her breasts over her bra.
He was getting close to his release and wanted to take her with him. His hand let go of her breast and caressed her body all the way down to her bottom, cupping it, and adjusting her angle slightly, and at the way she hoarsely rumbled his name, he knew he hit the spot. He kept his hand there to maintain the angle, as he pushed in and out of her.
"Aaron," she pleaded, and he swallowed her rising moans with his mouth as he picked up the pace.
Their releases came at the same time; her name falling from his lips in a loving plea, as his fell from hers in a euphoric elation.
Hotch's eyes flew open; the early morning rays were shining through the dancing curtain laying over his slightly open bedroom window illuminating his sadly, empty bed. He sighed as he buried his face back into his pillows; he felt like a stalker, like he just violated her privacy, like a pervert for what he let himself do in that dream.
It felt magnificent, and that's what made him feel worse. He didn't particularly feel remorse, just that he somehow tarnished his feelings for her by reducing them to physical attraction, a horny teenager's lust after an attractive body.
How was he supposed to look her in the eyes now? Look any of them?
He worked with a room full of the best profilers in the country, one look and they'll know something is up. He had to trust his poker face to make sure they don't notice anything, but he wasn't sure she won't be able to see right through it.
He threw the covers off himself and headed for the shower. He still had a full hour before his already-too-early alarm, but he knew he will need the extra time in the shower…. all the extra time he could get.
*Hadı bakalım = Turkish; literal translation is 'Come one, so I'll see." Used when someone is avoiding answering a question.
*Gidi misin = Turkish; "are you serious?"
*Ayanen öyle = exactly
Also, from this point on, episodes won't be in the same order as canon, I'll re-order them to serve the story more. So, the episode with Seaver, and the psycho kid from Iowa are before the Halloween episode. Seaver won't continue with the team, and some scenes will be different from canon in general to serve the story.