Eternal | David Rossi

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TW: mention of sexual abuse, PTSD.

Rossi and you went inside after awhile, your spirits lifted. You two watched TV together, conversed over lunch and read a few books Spencer brought over.

It was around 5:30pm when Hotch arrived, looking defeated. You were in the kitchen, sitting on the counter, which you wouldn't do, but Rossi insisted you did while he cooked dinner.

Hotch came into the door with his work bag and a frustrated look on his stoic face. He threw his keys on the breakfast bar, running a hand over his face.

You looked back at him, frowning as Rossi turned around to look at him as he stirred the noddles in a pot.

"Bad day?" You questioned.

Hotch sighed, "We didn't find anything. Ten hours and we didn't find anything."

You gave a him a sad look, "It's okay, Hotch. He knows how to stay in the dark. It's not your fault."

Rossi grabbed a beer from his fridge, cracking it open and sliding it over to Hotch. Hotch gave him a nod of thanks before taking a sip.

Hotch took a seat at the breakfast bar, running a hand through his usually perfectly gelled hair, but now it was ruffled.

You sighed, sliding off the counter and taking a seat next to him, "What do you have on him so far?"

Hotch glanced to you, "We'll find him, y/n."

You gave him a small smile, "I know. But what do you have so far? Maybe I could help."

"I don't think it's a good idea." Hotch stated, his eyebrows furrowed.

Rossi chopped vegetables, "She might know something."

Hotch sighed looking between you and Rossi before giving up. He picked up his work bag, sliding a few files over to you.

You opened it carefully, taking a deep breath. Hotch watched you and Rossi glanced your way every few seconds.

"Anything?" Rossi asked.

You sighed, flipping through the files. You stopped on a picture of your father, shaking your head before flipping to the next page.

Your eyes caught on a residence. You frowned, "His address... thats... that's our old house. He definitely doesn't live there now."

"We checked it out. A new family lives there, he never changed his address." Hotch explained.

"To hide where he is." You concluded and Hotch gave you a nod.

You moved to the next file, flipping through it. Your eyes landed on his last job, "He worked there for awhile. That's how he was able to find me the first time."

Hotch's eyes narrowed, "How many times has he... found you?"

You sighed, catching Rossi's eye before speaking, "Two times. In college and after I found my first job. He worked near the college I went to, I thought I saw him one day, but I shook it off as paranoia. Turns out, he was there for three months watching me until he broke into my apartment."

Hotch's face hardened, "Why wasn't there a report filed?"

You cringed, "I tried to file a stalker report, but the police stated I was just a crazy college girl. When he broke into my apartment, he threatened to kill me if I ever told anyone. He bashed my head into the counter before leaving. I covered it up."