A/N: Hi again! Here's one more for January. This one is told entirely from Hotch's POV but it about Emily. Could be considered somewhat of a post-ep for the season 6 finale. Hope you enjoy!
This drabble belongs to Hotch.
Prompt:
January 5th
What Makes A Man - Westlife
This isn't goodbye, even as I watch you leave
This isn't goodbye, I swear I won't cry
Even as tears fill my eyes, I swear I won't cry
Any other girl I'd let you walk away
Any other girl I'm sure I'd be OK
See You Soon
As he stood in the shadows on the tarmac at Andrews Air Force Base watching the plane taxi down the runway, carrying her away to parts unknown, Aaron Hotchner couldn't force himself to say goodbye. He refused to believe he'd never see her again. He couldn't face the fact that Emily Prentiss' life was conceivably over.
There was too much left for her to accomplish.
Too many people still here who cared about her.
Too many words left unsaid.
No. He couldn't say goodbye. Because this wasn't a 'goodbye'. This was a 'see you later'. Because he would see her again. They all would. They would never stop hunting Ian Doyle. That man would pay, and pay dearly, for what he put her through. They would all see to that. And once he was handled, she could come home.
The whirr of the blades from the Medi-Vac Chopper that had carried her from Bethesda Medical Center to Andrews rang in his ears as it lifted off to return home. The chopper took off in one direction, the plane in another. He watched until the tail lights of the plane were out of sight among the clouds before turning and finally walking away.
"See you soon, Prentiss. I promise."
And if there was one thing Aaron Hotchner held sacred, it was a promise.