New York, Chicago

Chapter 7: Papa

Bright and early Monday morning, I hear voices downstairs. Can't people just leave us alone while we are here? I choose to ignore everything that was taking place and decided to get ready for the day. It's a little chilly today so I threw on some jeans and a cute sweater. Pairing this with my Ugg's, I put my hair in two braids and walk out of my room.

I peaked into Noah's room, but he must already be downstairs with our guest. Dreading the thought, I slowly make my way downstairs. My plane leaves tonight to take me back to Quantico. The weekend break was needed, but I am ready to get back to working cases.

Entering the kitchen, I see Noah eating with Hank and Kelly sitting at the table with him. Mom is up fixing coffee. "Morning Anna!" I smile down at my brother and kiss the top of his head "Morning Noah" I sit in my usual chair while mom brings over my food. I thank her and turn to pay attention to the two men sitting at our kitchen table. Hank is sipping some coffee, and giving off his best poker face. Kelly is sitting there looks scared as hell.

"So, looks like you guys are hiding something" She looks at me, shakes her head to say "No profiling them! You can do that later tonight" I sigh and just eat my food. "Can I know why you guys came all the way from Chicago to see little ole us?" Both men look back at my mom for the answer.

Noah is off in his own world, eating his blueberries like they are the best thing since sliced ham. "Elizabeth, Jay was able to track down your family, and Shay was also able to give us some missing information. Elizabeth, your dad is Kelly, and your mother's dad, your grandfather, is Hank" after my mom says that, I zone out. Looking in between the two men, they confirm what my mom was saying with their eyes.

I don't know how to feel, I'm trying to have some type of emotion and give them a positive response, but there is only one thing I want to say; "What the hell we gone do........now"

Yup, that slap to the back of the head from mom was worth it.

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I spent the whole day showing Kelly and Hank around my city. I'm getting a feel of what it would be like to spend my time with them, or even how I would live if we moved to Chicago.

I know all three of them have important jobs. Mom is a sergeant here in New York. She worked very hard for the position. Hank is a Sergeant in Chicago. People respect him and know how he handles situations. Kelly is a Lieutenant to the local Firehouse. It takes guts to do something like that. They have all created success for themselves in different ways, I can't ask them to give up their lives for me.

At eight that night, I was brought to the precinct. Kelly and Hank had a flight to catch back to Chicago. I spent the next couple of hours with mom and Noah before I had to go to the airport myself. I always dreaded leaving Noah, even if I knew he was still in good hands.

Arriving in Quantico, Reid was there to take me back. It was early morning here, and I knew I would be flying on a jet later this evening. I didn't care about any of it. "Reid!" I give him the biggest hug ever. Even though it's been like, 4 days, I would never stop missing this guy.

When I was younger, Reid would always tell me facts and things of that nature to get my mind off of things. I have always loved hearing him talk about things that fascinated him and I could listen to him talk for hours. Reid is like the older brother you never knew you needed. He's the brain and muscle of our friendship. I'm just the emotions.

When we got to headquarters, everyone was waiting on us to start the case for today. We quickly take our seats and J.J starts "There have been 15 women killed in the last week" Oh no, this case reminds me of the same case I worked with mom and Hank.

Looking at the pictures, the women were placed in the same position. After J.J was done, I had to let them know that this wasn't my first time seeing this.
"Guys, about three months ago, there was a case just like this that connected to Chicago and New York. The woman was caught and all, but who else could be doing these killings?" I try my best not to sound frustrated, but I thought I put this all behind me, but there seems to be another person who was on the team.

"There could possibly be another copycat, you followed protocol Elizabeth, no one did anything wrong okay?" I nod my head at Aaron Hotchner and we all head to the jet.

"So, did you find them?" I tell everyone all about my latest adventures and my fears for what could happen "what if they leave like she did?"

"They won't leave you sweetheart, and if they do, they weren't worth being around you anyways" I am really grateful to have someone like Hotch in my life.

He was the first father figure I ever had. He taught me how to ride a bike, throw a baseball, how to change a tire, and many other things. Hotch made sure I never missed out on anything that the other kids were doing in my school and age group.

Sending him a grateful smile, I reply with "Thank you Papa" There were a few slip-ups where I called Hotch 'papa' which is what I call him instead of dad.

He didn't mind but I could tell it made him feel a certain way, I don't know if it upsets him, or makes him proud. That's a story for another day though.