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Chapter 39

Fifteen minutes later and with the collective help of Morgan and Reid, Hotch had managed to get Rossi strapped in his car.

"Wher're we goin'?" Rossi moaned.

"Go get you the good stuff you wanted, Dave," Hotch answered and pulled out of the parking garage, hoping that his friend wouldn't realize too soon where they were headed or he might start a riot in his car.

Luckily for him, Dave just laid his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes, the sudden movements of the car making him dizzy. He didn't know how long they were driving, but when the car suddenly stopped, he was relieved that the movements had come to a halt. Opening his eyes, it took him a few moments to take in his environment and to determine where they were, but after Hotch had helped him out of the car, Dave noticed that they were standing in front of his mother's house.

"Aaron," he pressed out. "Bastard." He stumbled around and tried to get back into the car, but Hotch held him back.

"Thanks, Dave, very kind, as always," Hotch retorted sarcastically.

"Need t'go 'way," Dave slurred and took a few steps away from the car when he realized that he didn't have a chance to get in.

"Oh no, Dave," Hotch stopped him and grabbed him by the arms. "We are going to see your mother now. I bet she has a lot of good stuff for you in there." They struggled with each other for a while until Hotch had the upper hand again and managed to drag Dave up the stairs to the front door and rang the doorbell.

"What'd I ev'r do t'you?" Dave whined. "You're tryin' t'get me ex'cuted!"

"No one's trying to get you executed, Dave. But it's either JJ or your mother now," Hotch replied matter-of-factly. "And trust me Dave, in your current state, it's better for you to deal with your mother rather than the mother of your daughter. You don't want JJ to send you to hell for good, do you?"

"Sh'already did," Dave muttered, and then stared up into his mother's face, which had appeared in the door.

"What a surprise!" Gracia exclaimed happily. "Davey! Mr. Hotchner! What are you doing here?" Her joy over the unexpected guests, however, vanished quickly as she saw the inebriated condition her son was in, barely able to stand.

"What have you done now, son?" She asked tightly and pierced a dark glare into his eyes.

"N'thin', Mama, 'swear!" Dave raised to crossed fingers to support his statement. "T'was all Jen-Jenn'fer this time."

He stumbled forward into the house, quickly followed by Hotch, who tried his best to keep him up and standing.

"Need s'methin' t'drink," Rossi mumbled, aiming for his mother's living room, where he knew she kept some Scotch for him when he came to visit her, but Hotch held him firmly at his side.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Rossi," he said apologetically to Gracia. "But I didn't want to leave him alone."

"It's all right, Mr. Hotchner," Dave's mother said. "Thank you very much for bringing him here. He obviously needs someone to set him straight again."

They both pulled Dave over to Gracia's bathroom and pushed him inside, not listening to his noisy complaints.

"Are you fine with him alone?" Gracia wanted to know. When Hotch nodded, she added before she left the room: "Good. I'll go over to the kitchen and get the coffee started."

"No coffee," came a loud groan from Dave as he again made an attempt to escape Hotch's grip.

Hotch simply pushed him into the shower, blocked the entrance and shrugged out of his jacket. Rolling back the sleeves of his shirt, he turned on the water before Dave got another chance to run away. The ice cold water flowing down Dave's head made him jerk violently and yell angrily: "Fuck, Hotch! What're you doin'?"

A few minutes later Dave had visibly sobered up, now shivering from the cold, wet clothes that were sticking on his body. He began to realize what he had done, knowing that the pounding headache that was already beginning to form would make him deeply regret his uncontrolled abuse of alcohol later.

That was, of course, if he lived long enough to regret anything after his mother was done with him.