Aaron and Haley walked along the beach as the water lapped against their feet. Haley bent down every so often and picked a seashell up for Jack. Aaron wasn't sure what to say and so he just held Haley's hand and waited for her to start. Suddenly Haley stopped and just stared across the water as the sun started to drop.

"I owe you an apology, Aaron. You are an amazing dad, and I've allowed you to believe that you've failed. Before we left I went to see Reid and talk to him about what was happening. I intended to say thank-you for giving us this chance to be a family again, but then he started talking. He told me that what he was going to say would make me mad, but that I needed to hear it. What he said did make me mad, but only because he was right. Aaron, when I agreed to marry you all those years ago I knew to some extent what I was getting into. I knew that you would have a job you were passionate about. I knew once you started at the BAU that you had found that job and I was happy for you. I always knew that no matter how far away your job took you that you would always come home to me because our love would give you the stength you needed. If you're up for it...I'd like to be a family again. This is the happiest I've seen Jack in a long time and honestly it's the happiest I've been. When they got us from the house I was so afraid that you were dead. My biggest regret would have been not telling you any of this, and not telling you how much I love you." Haley admitted and Aaron felt tears prick his eyes.

He pulled her into his arms and held her close. He would take being stabbed a thousand times if he knew this was the result. It may have taken moving to a remote place, but it had never felt more like home.


Timehop to a month after Hotch left:

Reid read the paper that evening, well several papers actually, and sighed. He grabbed the letters from his stack and headed down to his mailbox. Dropping the letters into the mailbox he walked back up the stairs and stopped. Propped against his door was a newspaper. As he bent down and picked it up he noticed it was from the first day after he'd sent the letters. Flipping to the page he saw a piece of paper tapped over one of the articles. Written were four words, 'Consider yourself the prey'. He didn't need to peel it back to know what article it was over, but as he did the words, 'Why don't you stop hunting Hotch and starting hunting me? Unless you're afraid I'll be the one to catch you' could be seen. Reid turned and headed back down the stairs. Now that he had Foyet's attention there wasn't really any reason to print the same letter in 300 different newspapers for the third week in a row. As he opened his box and pulled the letters back out he chuckled at the irony. For the past three weeks he'd lived in fear that Foyet would find Hotch before he saw one of the articles, but now that he knew Foyet was actually watching him...he felt releaved. Going back into his apartment he laid down on the couch and closed his eyes. Most people would have checked the apartment, but he didn't have to. He knew that while Foyet was indeed watching him that he wouldn't strike this soon. He'd want to mess with him before he killed him, and that would be his chance to find Foyet first.