Damaged Past

Prologue

Shivering as the cold air hit her as she started to regain consciousness, the dampness of the room brought a disgusting smell of oil and gas. Without even opening her eyes she could feel the warmth of a huge light beaming above her.
Squinting as she tried opening her eyes it took a moment for her to adjust, slowly turning her head to the right. The space was old and unfamiliar, the walls were made out of steal that was rusted and broken, water was dripping from the ceiling in various places. Her attention turned to the rusted steal tables and broken machines that were scared around the room, becoming hyper aware of her surroundings panic started to creep in.
She tried to move her arms but they were stuck to her side, she diverted her eyes down her body and noticed that she was strapped down on a steal table similar to the others that were around. Black restrains going across her arms and chest and over her thighs and ankles. Her breathing quickened and she started to freak out.

"Help!" She let out in a groggy tone in hopes that someone would hear her, wherever she was. How did she even get here? The last thing she remembered was that she was walking home from school, she started to move against her restrain trying to get them lose but they were to tight and it hurts more every time she pushed.

"It won't do anything" a low voice said from the top of her head. She moved her head up to see who it was. A man appeared from the shadows, he was in his late thirties he had shoulder length brown hair that looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks with a medium length beard. He was wearing a old dirty stained fleece jacket with rip black t-shirt under it. She watched as he walked out of the corner and closer to the table.

"Please help me" she said as her voice cracked as she watched the man wakes over to her left side and turned his back to her. Metal started hitting together as he was looking for something.

"Don't worry I'm going to take good care of you" he let out as he turned around and holding a pair of scissors.

Watching the numbers above the elevator door slowly going up, thinking on how he shouldn't be standing here, that he should be in the comfort of his own bed. He's attention was brought back by the elevator jerking to a stop, the doors open to the sixth floor where he spends the most if not all of his time. He let out a deep breath as he stepped out and made his way towards the entrance of the bullpen. Both glass doors were open wide which is usually left like that by the cleaners, since it was in the middle of the night no one else was in the office it was the only possible conclusion.

He slowly walked through the bullpen looking around as he made his way up the stairs that leaded to his office. Walking in his office he didn't even turned the light on as he made his way to his big oak desk, he reached over to the corner of the desk and turned the lamp on, putting his brief case on his desk as he unbutton his suit jacket and took a seat in his chair.
He took the files that he was working on at home, running his brown eyes over his desk and looking for a pen, when his attention went to a picture frame that was on the desk. It was of him and a beautiful blonde woman.

Aaron Hotchner married his high school sweetheart Haley. They been married for a few years now, but still to this day she absolutely hated it when he would bring work home or had to go to work at odd hours. It would cause them to fight about it, resulting to him being at work in the middle of the night or super early in the morning to finish the work. Aaron looked down at his watch, he would give her a call in a couple of hours to try to make it up to her in some way. Until then he had work to do, he looked down at the file and started writing. 

A few hours went by when the bullpen started to fill up with voices, Aaron wasn't fazed by it as he was buried in a mountain of paperwork . His attention was broken by a  quick knocked on his door, he looked up from his file as the door opened. A young woman with long blonde hair walked in holding a file in her hands.