Genius (A Aaron Hotchner x WIFE OC)

One: Where It All Began

I'm going to be honest with you here, life sucks, and it always will. A lot of times, we can't decide what happens in our life. It's what you do that determines how your life will go. For me, my life changed when my father chose to split our family apart.

    We started as a normal family, except, one wouldn't really call us a normal family. Having not one but two kids with iqs of over 180? That's not really normal. But it was normal for us. My family was perfect, me, a twelve year old girl with blonde wavy hair and blue eyes, an I.Q. of 205, a senior in college working on a PH.D. in medicine, having a photographic and eidetic memory, and being able to read 25,000 words per minute, one could consider me a certified genius, but I don't think of myself that way.

Then there was my brother, Spencer, he was four, but he was already showing numerous signs of high intelligence. My father and mother were like any other parent, doting, loving, and always proud of us. They knew that we couldn't have normal lives, we were destined for greatness, that's what our father always told us. Leaving our mother to have us read books most of our time, and doing things that strengthened our brains, not letting us, kids, have normal lives.    

    When I graduated high school at the age of ten, I was considered the youngest to ever graduate high school. I started college the following school semester. Having that accomplishment in your book leads to news articles, newspapers, tabloids and literally anything that one could think of. It was hard, basically being a celebrity at the age of ten. Constantly having your life played for the world to know.

What I didn't know at the time, even when I knew a lot, was that our happy, abnormal family was going to end. It began a few years earlier, when I graduated high school, my parents began to fight, they did not have a connection anymore. It worried me a lot, I was already seeing the signs of a bad outcome. I did not want to talk about the many scenes that shouldn't have happened. But I knew that not all families were perfect, in fact, no family was perfect. I knew that. I grew accustomed to them fighting and arguing, I grew quiet, I mean, I was always quiet and stuck to myself most of the time, but that habit grew. I became more observant and protective of my brother who was beginning to piece together what was going on slowly. He's such a good, smart kid. I was very proud of him, and I knew he was destined to be someone great.

Then, two years later, the day after my twelfth birthday, my parents divorced. I'm not sure if they did that around my birthday on purpose, but because of it, something snapped. I didn't feel much for my birthday anymore. My father had decided that it was best for me to go with him, to broaden my chances of getting a higher education. Like most children, I had no choice on the matter, I was twelve for goodness' sake.

Before I left, I wrote a letter for every year my brother was going to have to be without me, up until his twenty-fourth birthday. I wrote about how much I loved him, and that one day, I'll see him again, be with him as much as he wanted me to be. I also told him how much I'll always be proud of him and I meant every word. Because it was a birthday letter, I sent along a gift for each letter and placed them in a box in his room. I had money from college benefits and rewards. I had only gotten one hug and a kiss on the forehead to my brother and from my mom before I was gone. Leaving me with my father.

One could say that my parents were to blame for separating our family, and you'd be right. But a part of me actually blamed myself. It's childish I know. To think that I, a part of a victim in this story, blamed myself for my parents divorcing.

As I grew, I came to realize, it was going to happen either way, I had no control over it. I control my life, and my choices. What worried me more, was my brother. As soon as my dad let me have a cell phone, I began tracing and watching over my brother from afar. Not like a stalker, no, but I had to do something. As soon as I heard that my brother was also incredibly smart, I was so proud. I helped him get into a nice college, except he didn't really need my help, all I really did was give him a recommendation to the school I attended, and still do, that he also wanted to attend. I also sent him money, whenever I could to help him get afloat.

As years went by, I gained more fame and more PH.D. 's, by the time I was eighteen, I had a ph.d. in Criminology, Psychology, Physiology, History, Medicine, and Computer Technology. A total of six PH.D.'s. A lot, I know. People wanted me everywhere, but the one place that stuck out to me the most was the FBI. So, I joined the academy the following year, scoring the best in the written test and even in the physical. I joined the academy at the top of my class. Not only that, but I also was the youngest. Which made people gawk and stare most of the time. I was used to that.

When I had heard my brother graduated at twelve, I was and am so proud. I tell people that he's my brother, and people usually laugh and say that having one genius was enough for one family, why did they have two? Who really knew...

One day, when I was in my first year of being in the BAU team, I met Aaron Hotchner, Jason Gideon, David Rossi, the rookies Derek Morgan, and Jennifer Jareau. All good people. I quickly became friends with them all. But back to what I was saying, in my first year, I had learned that my brother was getting PHDs as well. I was so proud. But that one day was different. I got a text from an unknown number, the text sent had made me realize it was my brother. The first ever text I got from him.

After that day, we had gotten closer, talking, and even learning much more from each other. He looked up to me a lot but had never actually met me in person since our parents divorce, he said he didn't remember much at all from those many years ago and I don't blame him, he was four at the time. I remember due to my photographic memory, but he didn't have that and I was twelve, so I would have already remembered it anyways.

I was quickly getting more well known than I was already, I was known for solving cases really quickly, like extremely quickly, and because of it, I was needed a lot. But something happened when I was 26, something I try not to talk about but can't help but remember for as long as I live. And I never told anyone what had happened except for the team, they already knew.
I stayed for another year and my brother was nineteen, in the FBI academy, and what did I do because of this incident? I left. That's right. I ran away. I couldn't handle it anymore, that was the breaking point.

I quit the BAU and turned to being a solo agent. I moved to California and joined the FBI there, working on solo cases. Though I still worked on homicides and missing people, and even terrorist cases. Which led me to partner up with the BAU a few times, and that was incredibly awkward. They had tried to get me to come back, but I refused every time.

Now for the present, I still work as a solo agent, and usually go undercover. It was something I enjoyed, but I remembered the team, how much it made me happy to work with them, how much I was happy. But I also remembered the bad times, the sad memories, and it's for that reason I don't go back.

Something did change though, I had met up with Aaron Hotchner more, in fact, it wasn't work related most of the time either. We had begun dating about three years after I quit the team. And then, he proposed two years later and we eloped. None of the team knew about the relationship until we thought they needed to know. But being the smart people they were, I'm sure they figured it out. Now, we're married and the people that worked with me all those years ago, now know. He had tried to get me to come back, so many times in fact. But I was stubborn.

Because of my work, six months into our married life, I had to go on an undercover mission in California to stop a Mafia group from killing innocent people. It was a tough case, and so very dangerous. It did not make the mission any easier when I had found out I was pregnant two months after I left.

Aaron was constantly worried about me when he found out. I told my brother about it, and he was also worried, so was my father. He never approved of my job even before I was pregnant, always worrying about me, nonetheless he accepted it and was proud, and my mother...well, I don't talk to her much... she doesn't know...at least, I don't think so. She also has schizophrenia, which makes the situation worse. Our family was slowly coming back together, Spencer joined the BAU when he turned 22 and I? Well, I was just fine. If you consider being hurt and pregnant and having a husband that seriously called me every chance he could get, fine.

    So, here we are, six years after I quit, I was 32 years old now, pregnant, married, and an agent of the FBI. What was I doing with my life?