"Look, Mr. Hotchner, Agent Hotchner, Hotch, my brother is dead, we've dealt with it already, I have a life, people I need to take care of, the last thing I need to do is throw my family into any unknown water anytime soon bringing this back up," I s...
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~ its evident where i stand, where i' m going, clouds never remain still in the sky, never will the same cloud come through again ~
Pulling my hair up into a ponytail, I let out a deep breath.
I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, barely getting any sleep last night.
Eyeing my winged eyeliner in the bathroom mirror, I place down my brush on the counter.
After I broke down at Hotch's house, I fell asleep, woke up when he tried to get up.
He apologized for waking me up, I apologized for falling asleep on him, and we awkwardly said our goodbyes.
Once me and my siblings got to Rossi's house, they fell asleep immediately.
But I just couldn't.
It was a normal thing for me, to be exhausted but not be able to sleep.
Rolling my shoulders back, I stifled a yawn, exiting the bathroom.
Sprinting down the stairs, I send Emma a grateful smile earning one in return.
She had agreed to watch the kids well I go visit Dee.
Emma didn't know much about me now that I think about it.
She was more of a friend, not a best friend, but I did trust her a lot which was hard for me.
I think I'm just naturally private, and I think Emma excepted that.
The ride to the hospital was quiet.
I didn't want to turn on the radio so I didn't.
Instead I sat in my oh so depressing thoughts.
Ya, I really am just a ray of sunshine.
Pulling up to the Mary Washington hospital, I park in the lot.
I run a hand down my face, careful to not mess up my makeup, before grabbing my purse from behind me.
I was sporting leather jeans and a white sleeveless crop top, my leather jacket covering my arms.
I felt like every time I went by the name Tate Delvin, I needed to play the part.
So I did.
Entering the hospital, I walk up to the reception desk, sending the nurse there a tight lipped smile, "Hello, I'm looking for a Madeline Detroit," I inform her, reading her name tag.
Samantha.
My goal was to not have to state my name, it was better to say nothing then to slip up and say the wrong one.
Turning to me she nods, before looking back on her computer and typing, "Uh, it seems we don-"
Another nurse walks over, putting her hand on Samantha's shoulder, "What seems to be the problem Sam?" she asks, sending me a small smile.
