Fighting Fire and Fire

Chapter 7 - Senior Hotchner and the Lost 2 Weeks

Oh oh oh, lol, wow, okay, WARNINGS: Indications of Child abuse, Sean not being able to hold his tongue. Oof. 

                                                             ~ 2 Weeks Before ~

"Aaron, she'll be pissed off if you don't tell her anything." Morgan recalled, trying to catch up to his boss. Who was on a power walk to somewhere unknown to the group.

"She'll have to cope, okay?" He turned his head briefly, shooting him a stern glance, "She'll be okay, she's not a child, and doesn't need a babysitter."

Morgan looked weary towards Emily, who also didn't like where this was heading.

"Hotch," Spencer said quietly, "Where are we going?"

Hotch sighed, and pulled the group off to a small alleyway so that no one could overhear them, "We are going to meet my father, I believe that his expertise will be greatly appreciated." Hotch sighed.

"Are you sure you want to go there?" Rossi asked.

Hotchner and senior Hotchner do not have a good relationship, by all means Aaron grew up in a similar life to you, a wealthy powerful family. Aaron's dad was a very powerful lawyer, and often deals with the dirty dealings of the rich and evil. But growing up with Aaron's dad was not pleasant. The memories alone of Aaron's childhood was enough to make anyone not be able to sleep, it was a miracle that Aaron turned out the way he turned out.

He could understand the love for your own mother, because he loved his mom so much and wanted to save her, save her from the horror that her husband was bringing onto her sons. Unfortunately she was dying, Aaron knew that was what happened, but he didn't want to come to terms with it. His brother: Sean, was god knows where, doing god knows what. He didn't even know if he was alive. So, instead of putting her in some dinging care home that his father was going to do, he put her in the most expensive care home that he could find, even if it meant him having to travel 5 hours every week to see her.

"No, but I'm doing this for her." He sighed.

They continued walking. It might have been quicker to go by car, but the fresh, polluted air of New York was what Aaron needed before facing his father for the first time in 30 years. He lived in the same penthouse for all this time and when Aaron pressed that buzzer and heard his voice it made him feel 14 again.

"Who is it, and what do you want?" His voice seethed.

"It's Aaron. I need your help." His voice is strong, and determined. He didn't know how long this was going to last before he remembered everything that happened while living in this house.

"Aaron? As in my son?" He asked, Aaron's father was a strong drinker. Was he still? Aaron for sure didn't know. He was surprisingly still sober enough to get away with practising law while inebriated. He retired a few years ago, Aaron only heard about this through the many newspapers he reads in the morning, and word of mouth through other people. Why he retired when Aaron was so sure that he would work till he died, was always puzzling.

"Yes, I brought some friends, but as I said I need your help."

The buzzer proceeded to let them in, they all shot straight to the elevator that took them straight to the penthouse.

He remembered the last time he entered the penthouse and the last time leaving: with a suitcase and a letter to give to his new headmasters at his new boarding school.

The elevator felt like decades, with each decade it took, Aaron tried to rehearse what he was going to say, how he would act, but he couldn't get it straight.