champagne problems x jemily/hotchniss

thirty-six

someone grab the popcorn and slushees! our favorite milf has returned!☺️

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: mentions of death, heavy amounts of swearing, gun violence, physical violence, ptsd symptoms, mentions of physical abuse
word count: 5490

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JJ: "There is no denying that there is evil in this world but the light will always conquer the darkness." Idowu Koyenikan.

Two Years Later:

Derek aimed his gun right at the man.

"FBI! Put your hands up, Doyle!" Morgan yelled as the man had his hands on the fire escape ladder. He clenched his jaw and put his hands up. Derek walked up to him and had the pleasure of throwing the man to the ground and handcuffing him. He pulled him to his feet. "Get up. Get up!"

"Where did the mannerism go from the FBI?" Doyle asked as he stood up. Aaron walked out. Ian smiled widely at the man. "Aaron Hotchner. Just the man I wanted to see."

Hotch stood right in front of him, and it took everything in him not to beat the smile off of Doyle's face.

"I can see your fiancé has a thing for beards," Ian said and smiled. Hotch clenched his jaw at the remark. "I'm sorry. Had a thing for beards."

"Get him out of here," Aaron said as he stared down Doyle. Derek and the two police officers practically pushed Doyle towards the door of the roof. Hotch stood back and took a deep breath.

Don't kill him, Aaron, don't kill him.

It didn't take long for the team to transport Doyle to Quantico. It was a long two years of journey to find him. But they did, thanks to JJ and Clara. The blonde woman had reached out to Clara after her stay at the psychiatric hospital. Clara and JJ had gone through all the possibilities of where precisely a place was that Emily knew where to go in case of an emergency. That's when it hit both of them.

Augusta, Maine.

Although Emily rarely ever talked about her mother, it was the city that made the most sense in their minds. Thanks to Penelope, she and JJ had found Declan only two weeks ago. He was a freshman now in high school.

When JJ first laid eyes on Declan, she saw Emily staring right back at her. Although Emily wasn't biological Declan's mother, there was no hiding the woman's energy and soul that was embedded into the fourteen-year-old.

All was going well until JJ got a call from Spencer and Rossi that Declan was nowhere to be found at the house. Louise had been brutally murdered, and there was absolutely no trace of Declan. Penelope was able to find an image of a man cutting the wires of the cameras they installed to keep an eye on Declan. Everything was good to go in a file that was handed to JJ.

"He has to be behind this. Who else would take Declan," JJ said and clenched her jaw. Hotch, Derek, and Strauss stood on either side of JJ. The blonde woman sighed before taking off her gun and handing it to Derek. "I'm going to go in."

"JJ, are you—"

JJ was already out the door before Derek could get his question out. The blonde woman settled herself before placing her hand on the door handle.

JJ walked into the interrogation room and locked eyes with Doyle. She shut the door and took a seat right across from him, throwing down the file in her hand.

"Agent Jareau," Doyle said and observed her. "You look troubled. Tell me what's on your mind."

"It's taking every single nerve, atom, fiber in me not to throw this table across the room and kill you with my bare hands. I've had two years of thoughts about how you would die. And how I would be the one to watch as your life slowly left your body," JJ said and clenched her jaw.