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A/N: the motive to this guy's crime is revealed in the next chapter.
23 November, 7 months, 6 days since disappearance
JJ was awoken when a sudden yell rang through her ears.
"You're bleeding!" He yelled, tapping her frame with his foot. It were as if she were garbage laying on the road. She was an object.
Jennifer rubbed her eyes and looked down. He was right. She was bleeding. She felt a wave of relief run over her as she realized it had to be her period. That could only mean she most likely wasn't pregnant.
"I'm not at home," she mumbled. "This isn't exactly a mansion, do you think I was preparing myself for this?"
"You should've known better," the man growled, throwing an empty bottle of vodka across the room.
JJ flinched as the shards of glass hit the cold, hard, wooden floor.
"I don't even know what day it is," she moaned, grabbing her stomach.
"November...23...or something like that," he answered, watching as the woman fell back onto the ground in pain.
Jennifer swallowed thickly. "My triplets turn 4 tomorrow," she said, tears very clearly forming. She'd held it together for so long. Now it was all crashing down.
"I know that, I went through your phone. You got a lot of information on there," he said. "Like, you missed your older boys' birthdays. You're a terrible mother."
"I fucking missed them because you fucking took me!" JJ screamed, grabbing onto her stomach. This time, the pain was worse.
The man had saved JJ's belongings. All of them. He was sick. Very, very sick, but he wasn't letting JJ bleed out in front of him. He would've thrown up.
"You're lucky, Jennifer," he said, throwing her the tampons she'd had in her purse. "We're real close now, sweetheart, you gotta tell me when you need stuff."
JJ's nostrils flared as she looked up at him.
"Clean up," he snarled, kicking her purple left knee as hard as he could.
Aaron Hotchner wasn't surprised that he'd slept with his soccer sweater— the one his wife always wore to bed. It still smelled like her. The hood smelled like her shampoo, Caribbean Berry. The sleeves smelled like her body wash, Spring Flowers. Every time he had a shower, he'd see her shampoo and conditioner bottles. He'd open them and smell them, breathing in the memories of steamy shower make out sessions, nights when he'd cuddle her and just breathe in the scent of her hair, and the way her body wash made her chest smell when he kissed it.
He looked to the left of him, to his side table, and read the clock. 4:00AM. His phone alarm was going off, telling him to go and test Grace. He was so tired. Jennifer usually took the 4AM test. They'd alternate tests, with him testing her at midnight, 8AM, and 4PM. JJ tested her at 4AM, midday, and 8PM. The way it worked out was great. Except now, Hotch was having to do all of his daughter's blood glucose tests, and it was catching up to him.
"Daddy," his daughter whispered, climbing out of her toddler bed. "Morning."
Hotch smiled as he got to the top step of the attic stairs. He flicked the dim light on, the one they'd had put in when Grace was a baby. They found out she was quite sensitive to extreme light. JJ was too. The dim light made it easier for Grace to fall back asleep.
"Hello, pumpkin," he smiled, picking his daughter up. He cuddled her and kissed her and then put her in her bed again.
He grabbed her kit off of the side table and unzipped it. He followed the usual procedure of cleaning his daughter's finger, pricking it, putting the blood onto a strip, and inserting the strip into the meter.
After a few seconds, Grace's reading came back.
"You're at 7.2," he said to the girl as she watched what he did with the materials. "You're all good to go."
Grace beamed as her father zipped her testing kit back up. Happy that there were no problems, she slipped back into her peaceful slumber.
"Goodnight, baby girl," Aaron said, kissing Grace on her right cheek.
Fuck. She looked so much like JJ.
24 November, 7 months, 7 days since disappearance
"Happy birthday to Tyler, Benjamin, and Grace!" Hotch exclaimed, lighting 4 candles on each of their birthday cupcakes.
Since they always fought over who blew out which candle, JJ and Hotch had decided they would get them each their favorite cupcake with their age in candles on it, and a large cake was saved for everyone.
The kids blew out their candles and clapped with everyone. Grace had just about dived into her cupcake when Hotch ran over to her.
"Test before eat," he reminded, putting the child's cupcake on the table.
Grace sighed as she pulled her dress up, where her pump could be seen.
"We'll be back down in a few minutes," Aaron said, carrying Grace upstairs.
The team had come over for the triplets birthday. They'd made pizzas and watched movies and played with the toys they'd received.
The pizzas were just about ready. Everyone got to decorate their own personal pizza and would get to eat it for dinner. After, everyone got cake and was to relax and watch a movie.
There was never a dull moment in their household, except for the past few months. JJ wasn't there. She always had things to do, presents to open, goodies to cook...it wasn't the same.
29 November, 7 months, 12 days since disappearance
"You're bleeding a lot," the man remarked, throwing JJ a nasty look.
The woman looked down at herself as she clenched her stomach. It had been almost a week and she was still passing a lot of blood. It didn't feel right.
"I'm going to be sick," she said, breathlessly. "I think I'm losing too much blood."
"Aren't you people supposed to lose a ton of blood?" The man said, giving a laugh. "You're over dramatic."
JJ began to cry as another pain hit her, far worse than any other pain she'd experienced.
"I...I..think I'm...I think I'm miscarrying," JJ stammered, her very thin body trembling by the word. "YOU FUCKING GOT ME PREGNANT!"
The man laughed as he crouched down beside his victim.
"Don't be so surprised," he said. "You've miscarried before. You can do it again."
"FUCK!" JJ screamed, grabbing her lower abdomen. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
"Hey, shhh," her captor said, standing up. "I'll leave you to...do this...and I'll come back when it's all over."
Before he turned to walk away, he jammed his boot into Jennifer's barely shaped stomach.
4 December, 7 months, 17 days since disappearance
"Jingle bells, daddy smells—"
"Hey!" Aaron exclaimed, letting out a laugh as he caught up with Henry. "I think 'jingle bells, Henry smells' is better."
Henry shook his head as he laughed.
"Daddy, where does this go?" Tyler asked, holding up a stocking he'd grabbed out of the copious amount of boxes in the living room.
Each was labelled, 'Christmas' and had a complete index of everything that was in there. No ornament went in the wrong box. It was a fantastic system. It had to be. JJ came up with it when the triplets were babies and spent the beginning of the new year making sure it happened. Since the triplets spent the first 4 months of their lives in the hospital, JJ brought things back and fourth, making sure nothing stopped. By January, she'd completed all the boxes. She'd even began making scrapbooks for each baby.
"Put all the stockings on the big couch, okay? I will hang them up," Hotch told his son as he opened the kitchen ornament box that sat on the counter.
JJ and Hotch both loved Christmas. They loved how it felt to have the house decorated. It was a pain to put away, but it made Christmas more enjoyable, especially for the children. JJ was always buying new decorations, switching ornaments up, and even buying more lights...in the summer. Getting the house ready for Christmas was something everybody did together.
"Do you think mom will be back for Christmas?" Jack asked his dad as he put Christmas scented candles along the island.
"Jack," Hotch said, making sure his voice was quieter so that the others couldn't hear. "It's not like she's taken a trip, okay? She's missing. Nobody knows where she is."
Jack rolled his eyes. "I was just asking—"
"Look," Hotch said. "I know what you're asking, and the answer is: I don't know. I have no idea when she'll be back. God knows where she is and who has her."
"Do you think she's dead?"
The words made Aaron's heart stop for a few moments.
"Do I...think she's...no, I don't. I think she's hurting a lot, which is why we all pray at night...so that she can come home safely to us. As long as we stay strong for her, she will stay strong for us," he finally answered.
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