Written by ilovetvalot on fanfiction.net
Note: Spoilers, Season 5, 5x01!
No Surrender
“Damn it, Aaron! Snap out of it!” Rossi сказал(-а) angrily from his spot beside the bed.
Clearing her throat as she stood in the doorway of the hospital room, Emily сказал(-а) softly, “Rossi, why don’t Ты go grab a cup of coffee. Take a break.”
Glancing up to the woman standing just inside the door, Dave’s face clenched. “That might be a good idea. Otherwise, I may finish what Foyet started with our patient here,” Dave growled, glaring down at Hotch’s neutral face. Brushing past Emily on the way out, Dave grunted, “Good luck, Prentiss. You‘ll need it.”
Nodding, Emily’s eyes found Hotch’s across the room. “You know, you’re making the pursuit of unhappiness into an art form,” she told him quietly.
“Do Ты see something here to jump up and down about, Agent Prentiss?” Hotch asked bitterly.
Crossing the room to the vinyl chair beside the bed, Emily sat down, crossing her legs and arms as she stared at the still handsome man laying in the bed. “As a matter of fact, yes, I do.”
Snorting derisively, Hotch glared at her. “By all means, share, Prentiss,” he said, sweeping out a bandaged hand.
“You aren’t dead, Hotch,” Emily informed her boss quietly. “You lived to fight another day. Another день to protect Jack. To protect Haley. Another day, period. Foyet’s victims aren’t usually so lucky.”
“That’s because, for him, this is еще satisfying than my death. I get to WISH I was dead every день of my life. Ты don’t understand. Ты don’t have children,” he told her dismissively.
“Yeah, thanks for pointing that out to me, Hotch,” Emily сказал(-а) tightly. “But, if Ты were dead, who’d hunt him, Hotch. You’ve been inside the bastard’s head. Whether you’re willing to admit it или not, you’re our best chance at getting this bastard. Ты get him, Ты get your son back. So save the self pity and get busy! Stop wasting all of our time!” she demanded.
Looking away, Hotch whispered, “I feel like he украл, палантин my life from me.”
“Then take it back, Hotch,” Emily returned in a hard voice. “Or surrender your son. Choose one.”
Jerking his head back to look in her eyes, Emily saw that she’d broken through the carefully constructed barriers Hotch had erected between himself and the rest of the world. “Never. I will never give up my son. My father threw me and Sean away. I will NOT make his mistakes.”
“Glad to hear it,” Emily nodded, satisfied that at the very least, the man in the постель, кровати sounded еще like the man she’d grown to Любовь since joining the BAU. “Have they сказал(-а) how much longer you’ll be here since I went Главная to take a shower?”
“According to the last doctor through him, as long as there are no complications tonight, then tomorrow,” Hotch confided.
“Good,” Emily nodded. “You’ll be еще comfortable at home…or maybe at either Dave’s place или mine. Ты really don’t need to be at home.”
“No, Emily,” Hotch said, shaking his head. “I’m not going home. Tomorrow, the hunt is afoot,” Hotch said, staring out the window into the dark night. “I won’t surrender,” he murmured, еще to himself than to her.
“No, Ты won’t. We won’t let you,” Emily said, reaching вперед to hold his hand. And, for the first time that day, he сердце unclenched as Hotch slowly squeezed her fingers.
Note: Spoilers, Season 5, 5x01!
No Surrender
“Damn it, Aaron! Snap out of it!” Rossi сказал(-а) angrily from his spot beside the bed.
Clearing her throat as she stood in the doorway of the hospital room, Emily сказал(-а) softly, “Rossi, why don’t Ты go grab a cup of coffee. Take a break.”
Glancing up to the woman standing just inside the door, Dave’s face clenched. “That might be a good idea. Otherwise, I may finish what Foyet started with our patient here,” Dave growled, glaring down at Hotch’s neutral face. Brushing past Emily on the way out, Dave grunted, “Good luck, Prentiss. You‘ll need it.”
Nodding, Emily’s eyes found Hotch’s across the room. “You know, you’re making the pursuit of unhappiness into an art form,” she told him quietly.
“Do Ты see something here to jump up and down about, Agent Prentiss?” Hotch asked bitterly.
Crossing the room to the vinyl chair beside the bed, Emily sat down, crossing her legs and arms as she stared at the still handsome man laying in the bed. “As a matter of fact, yes, I do.”
Snorting derisively, Hotch glared at her. “By all means, share, Prentiss,” he said, sweeping out a bandaged hand.
“You aren’t dead, Hotch,” Emily informed her boss quietly. “You lived to fight another day. Another день to protect Jack. To protect Haley. Another day, period. Foyet’s victims aren’t usually so lucky.”
“That’s because, for him, this is еще satisfying than my death. I get to WISH I was dead every день of my life. Ты don’t understand. Ты don’t have children,” he told her dismissively.
“Yeah, thanks for pointing that out to me, Hotch,” Emily сказал(-а) tightly. “But, if Ты were dead, who’d hunt him, Hotch. You’ve been inside the bastard’s head. Whether you’re willing to admit it или not, you’re our best chance at getting this bastard. Ты get him, Ты get your son back. So save the self pity and get busy! Stop wasting all of our time!” she demanded.
Looking away, Hotch whispered, “I feel like he украл, палантин my life from me.”
“Then take it back, Hotch,” Emily returned in a hard voice. “Or surrender your son. Choose one.”
Jerking his head back to look in her eyes, Emily saw that she’d broken through the carefully constructed barriers Hotch had erected between himself and the rest of the world. “Never. I will never give up my son. My father threw me and Sean away. I will NOT make his mistakes.”
“Glad to hear it,” Emily nodded, satisfied that at the very least, the man in the постель, кровати sounded еще like the man she’d grown to Любовь since joining the BAU. “Have they сказал(-а) how much longer you’ll be here since I went Главная to take a shower?”
“According to the last doctor through him, as long as there are no complications tonight, then tomorrow,” Hotch confided.
“Good,” Emily nodded. “You’ll be еще comfortable at home…or maybe at either Dave’s place или mine. Ты really don’t need to be at home.”
“No, Emily,” Hotch said, shaking his head. “I’m not going home. Tomorrow, the hunt is afoot,” Hotch said, staring out the window into the dark night. “I won’t surrender,” he murmured, еще to himself than to her.
“No, Ты won’t. We won’t let you,” Emily said, reaching вперед to hold his hand. And, for the first time that day, he сердце unclenched as Hotch slowly squeezed her fingers.
