NCIS Short Stories

Criminal Minds

So this is going to be a Criminal Minds Fanfic (as the title says). Hope you guys enjoy!!!!!!!

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Jodi Picoult once said , "The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it...some stories just don't have a happy ending." 

This story doesn't have a happy ending. 

This story is about a man who lived a life where he saw hate, torture, and evil on a daily basis. He experienced pain, suffering, and loss. He was about to have even more. 

That man is me. Aaron Hotchner. 

Things started out like a normal day, everyone chatting amongst themselves, and then being brought to the table to be given a case. 

A man had placed a bomb in a a hospital while a high priority target was having surgery. The bomb went off three hours after the surgery concluded. The thing that mad the case so strange was that the left him name, home number, and a picture of his face at the scene, yet we couldn't find him. He claimed that he would have six more bombs planted in other hospitals. 

The case hadn't gone on long until I started getting sick. It was minor at first, just headaches. Then they became much worse. I had been having the headaches for a couple of weeks by that point. We were in the field one day, patrolling hospitals where the next coming was suspected. Morgan was driving. He was to go inside and question doctors while I stayed and watched anyone coming in or out looking suspicious. 

That's when the first bad headache came. At first it was nothing but a slight throb, but them it became more intense, amplified. There was a loud buzzing in my ears that wouldn't stop. It was driving me crazy. It got louder and louder and louder until I couldn't take it anymore. I buried my head in my hands and plugged my ears trying to block the noise out. 

Nothing helped. Morgan came back, seeing my with my hands over my ears and bending over.

"Hotch? Hotch!" I remember passing out. I woke up after what felt like just seconds, but turned out to be days. I was in a hospital room, wires attached to me. There was a cannola in my nose, but it wasn't helping me pull in breaths. My lungs felt like they were being crushed together. 

There was still a pounding in the back of my head. I opened my eyes, but the bright lights didn't do much to help. I winced at the pain that was engulfing me like a flame. I hurt like I had never known myself too. Morgan was in a chair on the other side of the bed. He heard me move and his head shot right up.

"Hotch? You ok man?"

His words were distorted in my ears. "Y...yea...what ha...happened?"

"You passed out in the car a couple days ago. I came back from checking the hospital and you were crouched over with your hands over you're head," he explained to me. I noticed him look out the window in the door and nod. Seconds later two people walked in.

One of them was a nurse dressed in blue scrubs and the other was Rossi. My eyes lazily trailed over to the window that led outside. The light was slowly fading over the buildings in the distance.

"Agent Hotchner," the nurse said, "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," I said, "A small headache but otherwise I'm fine." 

"Have you been having any problems lately," she asked. Morgan and Rossi both looked at me expectantly. 

I hesitated in my answer, "I've had a couple headaches lately, but none that bad."