Polar Opposites ~ Aaron Hotchner

Chapter 15

Slight Trigger Warning!!

Abigail POV

My eyes flutter open, my whole body aching in the worst way possible. I sit up, squinting, trying to adjust to the light. I look down and notice a blanket is draped over me. I carefully sit up, wincing in pain. I bring my hands up to my neck, rubbing it gently as my eyes well with tears. My head shoots up at the sound of sirens. They're heading in this direction. They stopped in front of the house! 

I look to the window and see multiple footsteps walk past the window. SWAT! The sound of the door slamming open catches my attention. "I'm down here! Help!" I reach in between the mattress and the bed, grabbing the nail. I grip in my hand as the basement door opens and to my dismay it's Danny. "Help!" I keep screaming despite him grabbing the gun from his drawer. 

He grabs me by my hair and drags me off the bed. I hold the blanket close to my chest, concealing the nail in my hand. I look up to the basement door and see Derek, Spencer, Hotch, Emily and Rossi, all with their guns trained on Danny. He presses the gun to the side of my forehead as he holds my hair tighter, causing me to wince in pain. "Let her go, Danny," 

"She belongs with me! She makes me happy!" 

"Danny, look at Abigail's face," Danny looks down at my tired and scared face, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "She's not happy. She's scared and she wants to go home," Spencer says softly, trying to coax Danny into letting me go. 

I block out everyone's voices as I carefully use the nail and pick the lock of the cuffs. My shoulders relax ever so slightly as they unlock quietly. I hold them in my hands, waiting for Danny to remove his gun from my temple. "Danny, let her go. There's nowhere for you to go," 

My eyes move and look up at Derek. His gun and eyes focused on Danny, a look of determination on his face. His frown lines are more prominent than usual. I wonder when he last smiled. "Danny, we know you don't want to hurt Abigail, because you love her. So, please do what's right. Cherish the time you both had with one another," 

"I can't lose her again," Danny says through gritted teeth, despite loosening his grip on my hair. 

"Danny, there comes a time where you have to realize that the best way to love someone, is to let them go," I look to Hotch, my eyes searching his face to find if there's a second meaning to his words. 

My head hangs and my shoulders relax as Danny lets go of my hair. My breathing comes out in pants as my chest aches for oxygen. Was I holding my breath? I watch as Danny puts the gun down, barely two inches away from me. He stands up with his hands up. Without even thinking about it, I drop the cuffs into my lap and grab the gun. 

"Abbi don't!" I ignore anyone's yells of disagreement and fire of the weapon. I watch as Danny's body drops to the ground, the round hole on his chin oozes blood onto the floors. Sobs escape my lips as I drop the gun. I cry and I cry, my whole body convulsing due to the power of my weeping. Relief surges my body as Derek wraps the blanket around me and picks me up, bridal style. I lean my head against his shoulder as I continue to cry, my hand clutches his FBI vest, not wanting to let him go under any circumstance. 

I close my eyes, burying my head in Derek's shoulder as the siren lights are a lot brighter than I remember. I can hear them pull out the gurney from the ambulance. Derek places me down on it and goes to step back for the EMTs to do their jobs but I grab his hand. "Don't leave me," I croak out, my eyes still filled with tears and fear. 

"Hey," He whispers, brushing hair off my bruised face and kissing my forehead. "I'm not gonna leave you, I promise," His phone rings and he answers it with a smile. "There's someone who wants to talk to you,"