Disclaimer: As ever, I don't own anything except Paige and the plot.
A/N: I know some of you were curious as to why Rossi didn't shoot to kill, and that will be explained in this chapter. Read and review please!
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Paige was sleeping peacefully again, her dad at her side this time. He held her hand, glad that she was finally safe. He looked up as Hotch entered the room.
"Hey, Dave, how is she?" He asked.
"She'll be okay. The doctors say she can go home in a few days." Rossi replied.
"Monroe is in interrogation now. His arm is hurt, but he'll definitely be able to go to court. Unless we get a full confession out of him." Hotch told his colleague. "You were right not to kill him."
"Oh, I had every intention of killing him. I ran up those stairs, gun drawn, prepared to take a head shot. But then I thought of Paige, and she's already been through so much, I didn't think she needed to see her father kill someone." Rossi said.
"And you were worried about being a good father." Hotch smiled.
"Yeah." Rossi looked over at his daughter. Her hair was a little messy, the faded blue streaks in a tangled mess with the rest of her hair.
"She's gonna be okay now." Hotch said.
"I know. I just haven't been here with her, you know?" Rossi replied.
"I know." Hotch said stepping out.
Just then Spencer tip-toed in, knowing that Paige was asleep.
"How is she?" He asked.
"She'll be just fine." Rossi replied, looking at the young genius. Spencer smiled faintly.
"Thanks, Reid." Rossi said.
"For what?" The youthful doctor asked.
"For sitting her with her the past few days. She said you came down her and read to her so she could sleep. Once again you were with her when she needed someone. You're a good friend to her." Rossi answered.
Spencer nodded, knowingly. The two men watched Paige in silence.