A's H's and UnSubs

by Cassidy Smith

Aspen Hill joined the BAU or Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI two years ago after passing the FBI academy with flying colors. From day one Aspen and agent Aaron Hotchner have felt more then co-workers, but they never pursued anything farther than work. It isn't until danger strikes the team that Aspen and Aaron must confront their feelings head on.

11. Chapter 11 - You

" 'The question that sometimes drives me hazy; Am I or the others crazy?' Albert Einstein." ~Spencer Reid

You've always hated social interactions with other human beings. Pathetic creatures really. They have no idea what you can do. How easily you could wipe them off this earth. They just sit in their perfect little houses with their perfect little lives. They are clueless to what they deserve.

Loading the groceries in the back of your pickup, you turn back to the convenient store. The television news came on quickly flashing in the store, your eyes are glued to the screen.

"Can you turn the news up?" You asked never taking your eyes of the screen.

'Breaking News; Local FBI Agent Aspen Hill Kidnapped. Inside sources say FBI Agent Hill was taken last Friday while working a case with fellow Agents of the BAU team.' Aspen's photo flashed across the screen. 'The suspect in the case has not quite been revealed to us, if you have seen this woman or heard anything, please call the FBI tip line at 1-800-568-2294.' The television went back to whatever had been playing before that. You clench your fists and walked out of the store quickly.

How dare they. You think slamming your pickup door once inside. They won't take her from you. Not again. She is your masterpiece, not theirs. You created her and if you can't have her, than they can't either. You won't let them take her. You've worked too hard for this to watch it slip through your fingers so quickly.

You hit the gas and speed back up the mountain. Up to your old family cabin that's been passed down from generation to generation. You storm through the front door slamming it behind you. Walking into the kitchen, you open the closest drawer and pull out a large butcher knife. You hold it in your palm twisting it back and forth.

The moment has finally come. Reaching for the knob to go into the basement you take a deep breath. No one knows where she is, you can take your time. You rip the door open and storm down the stairs. Flicking on the light, the smile quickly fades from your features.