I stop what I was doing and listen. Nothing.. The girls were probably asleep. I think to myself, and put away my keys and walk toward the couch, about to lay down and sleep. I see the girls laying down. They were all asleep. I sigh and smile silently for a moment. Realizing I was just standing there, with shoes and all, I take my shoes off and lock everything. I get into my bed, the one where Aiden and I once slept together. I actually cry once again. Once in a full moon. We both once said to each other. I sob quietly and think about it. I touch his pillow and get instant goose-bumps. I change into my pajamas and think for a moment. Was I doing everything right? I mean, I did my best, yeah, but what would Aiden think? I wasn't just a teenager anymore. Aiden's mother and father seriously hated me now. If I didn't choose this career... He'd be alive. I begin to pace across the room and cry even harder. I felt angry. I didn't feel good. I had cried out all of my tears. It was time to sleep. I had an actual pack 'meeting' today. I sleep for the two hours I had, and get changed and feel grateful that the girls didn't have to become a werewolf. I eat a small sandwich and pack a breakfast, even though it was pretty child-ish. I sigh to myself and get into the car and begin to drive. It was for the best. It was for the best. What ever happened to modeling? I was still doing it. Even though my career was greatly escalating. I made faster money for the kids, and my kids were fine this way, one way or another. I make a sharp right turn, barely blinking. What was wrong with me today? I shake my head and turn on the radio to at least try and get my mind off of things. I take a small sip. I wasn't very hungry. My weight deal with Christina was working out well. I went a little overboard with the weight thing, and got too skinny. But I was fine now. I went to the gym, hung out with friends, everthing was balanced.
I lose my thought, and stop infront of the BAU. I was finally here, at work. Shutting the car, I see Rossi getting out of his car. "Am I early or late?" I ask him, "Just about as early as Hotch." He says after taking a glance at his watch. "If you like being this early, I guess so." He says. I look at him, a bit confused. "What time is it?" I ask, as we walk inside. "It's six thirty." He says, and looks at me. "Woah, I thought I was going to be late. I caught traffic a few times. The girls at home must've messed with the clocks." I say and sit down at the little cubicle I barely sat at. It had a computer, baby pictures, and family pictures. I always kept Aiden's picture there, next to a rose in a small vase a quarter filled with water. I sit down and take out my phone. One missed call. I search for the contact, but it turned up a number I didn't recognize. I ignore it, I mean they had probably gotten my voice mail and realised it was the wrong number. I mean, that's what always happened, right? "Everything alright?" Rossi asked. "Yeah, just thinking about them again." I say. Right then, I knew he knew. I knew he knew who I was thinking about. Who I was really thinking about. "I know how hard it is. They left you pretty badly. You had to face it alone. How's his mother and father?" He asks, and sits in his chair, facing me. "I call to check up on her still. She yells at me each time that I should just stop. I just ask if she's okay. She calms down after that all the time. I just don't know what I did wrong. Me and her son got married, had one kid, tried for another, and she died. I can't put it in another way. Aiden's father is fine with me. I guess he's as confused as I am what's gotten into her." I say, looking at him, talking perfectly still. Till I said his name, my voice shook, and I took a quick glance at him. "It's hard, to let go. You obviously haven't gotten over him. So much has happened Liz. When did you two meet? High school? You're passed college now, and you've been apart of the BAU for twelve years." He says. I sigh and then give him a look, not saying anything. He raises his eyebrows. "What?" He asks. "Stop making me feel old." I say. He laughs and we both get up after a little longer of talking, then walk into the conferance room.
