A/N: Thank you for the initial loves. Buckle up. "T" rating for language only in this chapter.
Chapter 2
Aaron pulled out the key to unlock the deck patio door from his pocket. Opening the door, he went in and put in the code to shut down the alarm system. Dave put his shotgun case down on the nook table. Aaron walked to fridge and put in the Tupperware container. "This was a good morning," Dave smiled at him.
"Yes, it was," Aaron grinned back at Dave. "I'm really proud of Jack. Thank you Dave."
Dave shook his head. "Aaron, that was all Jack. You heard Jorge. He learned all the lessons and did them to perfection. I'm damn proud of him too," he smiled.
Just then, a man burst through the patio door, brandishing a sub-nose thirty-eight caliber handgun. "Hello agents," he snidely said. "Remember me?"
Aaron looked at him. "Shane Wyland. The Appalachian Trail pedophile. How could we forget you?"
"Aren't you forgetting serial killer Agent Hotchner?" Wyland taunted. He looked at Dave. "Agent Rossi, maybe you shouldn't have a cabin so close to the Appalachian Trail," he smirked.
Jack noticed the man going into the kitchen. He softly whistled at Max to come to him. Max obeyed. The two of them headed up to the cabin in the woods, out of sight of the patio doors. Getting to the garage, Jack pulled the key for the side door off the top of the doorframe and entered the garage, chasing in Max. He quickly looked at the security system pad in the garage. "Thank you pop," Jack silently said, pulling out his cellphone from the pocket of his camouflage hunting pants. He dialed 911.
Dave dismissively shook his head. "What the hell do you want Wyland?"
Wyland looked at him. "I'm dying. I know that. But I'm not doing it without getting my final revenge."
"What revenge?" Dave challenged.
"You tried to take away my boys," Wyland said."Guess what? You and your almighty team missed some. I've left four more over the years, even with you making it harder for me. Having all the forest rangers warn families all these years about taking extra precautions with their younger sons."
"Amherst County 911," the dispatcher said. "What's your emergency?"
"My name is Jack Hotchner. I'm at my pop's cabin in the Little Creek Reservoir area. I'm at…"
The dispatcher interrupted him. "Jack, I know your address through the GPS on your cellphone. Please tell me the problem."
"A man with a gun just went into our family cabin." Jack said. "My dad and pop are FBI agents. They need some help."
"Jack, are your dad and pop armed?" the dispatcher asked.
"Not now."
"Jack, you hang in there and stay safe. I'm sending out rapid response."
"Thank you," Jack said.
"Stay on the line with me Jack. Where are you?"
Jack looked at his gun case. "Sorry. I can't. We just came off the lake from duck hunting. I'm in the garage with my shotgun in its case."
"And that's where you are going to stay Jack," the dispatcher quickly said with an edge in his voice. "My name is Javier. Please listen to me. Stay on the line with me."
Jack thought for a second. "I'm listening."
"Jack, every person in this sheriff department knows who your dad and pop are. They are the two most senior members of the BAU. Jack, they not only know negotiating skills, they both teach them. You charge in the door with your shotgun, you're making things harder for them. Not easier. That shotgun is for the ducks. Not this situation. Trust me Jack."
"But I want to help," Jack said, almost pleading.
"I get it Jack," the dispatcher said. "Right now, you are helping them the best way possible. And that's talking to me."
"OK Javier," Jack said.
"Jack, stay on the line with me. I'm getting an update from the deputy going to the scene. I need to listen to it."
"OK," Jack answered.
Wyland looked at the two of them. "So where's your son you faggots."
Dave laughed. "You're a classic pedophile Wyland. What you do to boys isn't being a homosexual in your world. And Jack isn't your type. He's too old. So let's cut the bullshit. What you really want here is suicide by cop. So you don't have to die alone in some cave along the trail, where no one will probably find your body until its decomposed."
"Jack, you still there?"
"Yeah Javier."
"Jack, listen to me. Deputy Mutallah is silently approaching the driveway right now. He'll be on scene in fifteen seconds. There are two more deputies inbound a few minutes out. What's the best way for Deputy Mutallah to get to you?"
"Have him come around the left side of the garage and come in the door on the right side of the garage by the pool. That's where I am. And he won't be seen by anyone in the cabin."
"Perfect intel Jack," Javier said. "That's what we need you to do. This is how you're helping your dad and pop. I'm going to tell Abdul that. Hang on."
"Thanks Javier."
Wyland swung the gun on Dave. Aaron jumped across the top of the kitchen island, landing on his chest. He firmly grasped the barrel of the gun, not allowing the cylinder to move. Dave raced around the island and took the opening he saw. He deeply kicked Wyland in the groin, dropping him to the ground.
"Clear," Aaron said, taking the gun, sliding off the island and coming around it as Wyland writhed on the floor in pain.
"You OK?" Dave asked.
"I'm fine," Aaron said, handing the gun to Dave. "Like you predicted, he never tried to pull the trigger." Aaron pinned the still thrashing Wyland to the floor. "Dave…"
"All over it Aaron," Dave said, heading for the patio door. Just then, Deputy Mutallah came around the garage. Dave looked at him. "Aaron needs a set of handcuffs," he said to him, waving him in the door. And then stopped him. "Where's Jack?"
Mutallah smiled. "In the garage," he nodded, heading into the kitchen to help Aaron. He quickly got Wyland handcuffed. The deputy keyed his walkie mic attached to his uniform shoulder. "Dispatch, Deputy 26. Code 4."
Javier smiled. "Jack, you still there?"
"Yeah."
"The scene is secure Jack."
Dave came in the door and looked at Jack. "You OK?"
"Yeah pop, thanks to Javier," Jack smiled. He put his cellphone to his ear. "We good Javy?"
"We're good Jack," Javier smiled. "You did a great job."
"So did you. Thank you for talking me down."
"Any time Jack," Javier said. "Listen to your dad and pop tonight. They'll get you through the rest of this. Take care Jack."
"Thanks Javy; you too," Jack smiled, ending the call.
Dave looked at Jack. "Something dad and I need to know?"
Jack shook his head. "Just a damn good 911 dispatcher that talked me down from doing something really stupid."
Dave pulled Jack to him and hugged him deeply. "I think I owe Javy a case of his favorite beer."
Jack smiled, still hugging Dave. "I don't get busted on my language pop?"
Dave hugged him tighter. "You're sixteen. You're allowed in my world. Just don't tell dad." Jack laughed.
Dave and Jack came out of the garage with an arm around each other. Jack was carrying his shotgun case in his other hand. They walked into the pool area as Mutallah was bringing Wyland out of the kitchen, nearly dragging him. "I can't walk," Wyland said. "My balls still hurt."
"Tough shit," Deputy Mutallah said. "I hope Agent Rossi broke your cock you asshole. And just wait until the boys get a hold of you in general population. It will be more than your balls hurting."
Jack looked at Dave. "Really pop?" he smiled.
"Really," Dave grinned back.
"Nice takedown," Jack laughed. He and Dave walked into the kitchen. Jack put his shotgun case next to Dave's on the nook table. Aaron looked at Jack. Jack shook his head. "Dad, I'm not four. No shots were fired and no one got hurt." He looked at Dave. "Except the guy that deserved it," he grinned at Dave. He beaded a look at his dad. "I'm OK. Are you?"
Aaron smiled. "I'm OK buddy. Thanks to you. Deputy Mutallah told me you called 911."
Jack rolled his eyes a bit. "That part might get me a butt-chewing," he said, looking at his dad.
Aaron looked at them. "Aaron relax," Dave said. "A damn good 911 operator talked Jack down from being John Wayne."
Aaron looked at Jack. "You learn something?"
"Yeah dad. To always trust you and pop."
Aaron looked at Dave. "We good?" he smiled.
"Yup, we're good," Dave smiled back, rubbing Jack's back.
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An hour later, Derek Morgan's cell rang with a call. He looked at the caller ID and shook his head at Savannah. "I'm sorry babe. I gotta take this."
"Do your job Derek," she smiled.
"Chief Cruz?" Derek answered.
"Agent Morgan, there was a situation at Dave's cabin about an hour ago." He laid out the details. "FBI brass wants me to get the team together and head up there. I disagreed. They asked for a profiler's opinion. You're number three on the team."
"Sir, you made the right call. The last thing Hotch and Rossi need right now is all of us clamoring over them. They need a quiet night with Jack."
"Thank you. Derek, I've just sent you an email. I know it's Saturday and you're spending time with your wife and son, like you should. Please just take five minutes and send that same response to the email. I'll take care of the rest."
"Sir, if I may suggest, do the same thing with Agent Prentiss. She'll agree and the brass will get the message without you having to argue with them."
"Thanks Derek, I appreciate the input," Cruz replied.
"You got it Mat," Derek smiled. "Enjoy the rest of your evening."
"You too Derek," Cruz said, ending the call.
Five minutes later, Derek walked out of his and Savannah's home office, finishing a text to Hotch. Are you all OK? He hit the send button walking into the living room to see his wife and son coloring together and smiled, sliding his cell into his pocket. "My little man," he grinned, rubbing Hank's head. "You're doing a great job coloring between the lines."
"Ms. Appleton says our class is the best," Hank beamed back at his dad.
Derek's cell pinged with a text. He pulled it out of his pocket and read it. We're OK. Thanks Derek. See you Monday.
"Everything OK Derek?" Savannah asked.
"Everything is fine," Morgan smiled, sitting down on the floor next to Hank.
At the same time, Sheriff Andrew Martin of Amherst County was in the kitchen with Aaron and Dave. The statements had been given to all the deputies and the scene processed. He looked at Aaron. "I know he's a federal fugitive. What happens next?"
"It starts with you, notifying the nearest US Marshall Office," Aaron replied.
"SAC Hotchner," the sheriff smiled, "I know that. Tell me the after that."
"First off, I'm Aaron," he smiled at the Sheriff. He shook his head. "We work out a deal with him to find all the bodies or remains to give all of his victim's family's closure."
"Which should be easy," Dave added. Aaron and the sheriff looked at him. Dave smiled. "Deputy Mutallah, taking Wyland to the squad car, reminded Wyland of the love he'll be getting in general population in a state prison."
Aaron looked at the sheriff. "I have no doubt he's dying. Wyland will jump at any chance to get a Club Feb deal with medical services. He'll make the deal and talk."
Sheriff Martin looked at Hotch. "How's Jack?" Aaron looked at him. "I know the history Aaron even though it was a long time ago," he said. " My sympathies to you and Jack.'
"Thank you," Aaron said. He waved Sheriff Martin and Dave into the great room. Aaron pointed with a smile. Jack and Max were conked out on the couch together with the fireplace going.
The three went back into the kitchen. Dave looked at Martin. "Sheriff, please thank your 911 dispatcher Javier for us. He's the one who talked Jack down. Which you'll read in the reports."
Martin beamed. "Javy is the best. He'd rather be out in the field. He's a decorated Marine. But an IED in Afghanistan took the lower part of his left leg. So he's serving my county and our good citizens in another way. We're damn lucky to have him."
"Thank you Sheriff," Aaron smiled, shaking his hand. Martin shook Dave's hand and headed out the back patio door.
Twenty minutes later, Aaron was snoring on the long couch next to the fireplace. Dave was conked out in his recliner. Jack and Max woke up. Jack looked at Max. "The hell with this," he whispered, "let's head upstairs. It's quieter up there."
Max barked his acceptance, heading toward the steps.
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A/N: Shane Wyland is from the S6 episode In The Woods.
Time for me to come clean. In my original story outline, I had Jack going into the cabin with his shotgun. As I was writing this chapter, common sense hit me. I didn't need to do drama. I needed to write a true Jack Hotchner.
If I hadn't, I would have got an earful from the OK Teach. LOL