"Mr. Hotchner, this is Noah, Jack's teacher. If you could please come in for a parent teacher conference as soon as possible today, we need to discuss some worries I have with Jack."
Aaron listened to the voice mail, twice now, barely catching the...
~ We're just playing hide and seek It's getting hard to breathe under the sheets with you I don't want to play no games I'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you ~
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Noah's eyes trail to the hulk lamp in the corner of the classroom as she talks on the phone, "Well I can't wait for him to be back Mr. Hotchner, Rudy misses his friend."
Aaron chuckles lightly, letting out a sigh. "Do you think I'm a bad parent?"
Noah wasn't ready for the question so it took her a moment to respond, "No." Aaron was always confident around her so it was weird for her to hear him like this.
"You hesitated."
"Jack loves you."
"Do you think he thinks I'm a bad dad."
"Every year I ask my students what they want to be when they grow up. Jack has never changed his answer."
"But-"
"You're his hero." She cut him off firmly, "'I want to be a hero like my daddy' he says it every year not a single word changing. You are his hero Aaron."
Aaron sets down the pen he was fiddling with at his desk and leans back in his chair in thought, "This time you were his hero."
Noah shakes her head, "No. Jack told me when I asked because I'm the common ground. He would have told you if you if he didn't put he so high up on a pedestal. He didn't want you to be disappointed in him." And it was true, Jack thought Aaron would be disappointed he couldn't protect himself.
"How could I ever be disappointed in him."
"He may of felt you would think he wasn't strong enough to take care of himself. That he wouldn't be able to be a hero like his dad."
Aaron lets out a sigh, "Well-"
A knock on the door cuts him off, "Garcia has a case." JJ's voice was soft and hesitant since Hotch had been acting off for the last week.
Aaron nods at her "Noah I'm gonna have to go."
"Ha! You called me Noah." She proclaims in happiness.
Aaron laughs slightly, "It won't last so don't go hoping."
Jennifer Jareau, used to be communications liaison now a profiler, had witnessed the look on her boss's face so she was in shock as she entered the conference room.
Derek Morgan, a profiler who could say he broke down doors for a living instead of worked for the FBI and the statement would hold truth, looks at her in confusion, "What's up JJ?"
She takes a seat by Emily Prentiss, the supposed to be dead Agent, "Hotch just smiled."
Derek furrows his eyebrows, "At you?"
"No."
Spencer Reid, Doctor Spencer Reid since he was a genius with multiple PHDs, glances of from his case file, "He could have been on the phone with Jack."
"He said Noah."
Rossi chose that time to walk in, "Noah?"
They all glance at him, "Do you know him?"
Rossi takes a seat at the head of the table, "Her. She's Jack's school teacher."
Before any of them could respond, Aaron had walked in and took a seat, "Garcia."
Penelope Garcia smiled grimly at the group of agents. The perky blonde had a gloomy look on her face a stark contrast to her colorful personality. The team knew her enough to know that the case was either about children or rape victims since that was the only time she ever refused to lighten the situation.
"They call him 'the sandman'." She starts, a series of photos popping up on the screen beside her. Victims of his, the team assumed.
Dr. Reid, the teams genius, scanned the pictures before looking at Garcia, "He's a serial rapist in Virginia. Nine known victims in the last 6 months. All raped in hotels, all died from asphyxiation a couple hours after the rape." He nods, to himself having read a multitude of articles on the situation the day before.
Penelope nods curtly. "Yeah. Rappahannock county police are in charge since the victims started showing up in DC."
Emily Prentiss nods biting her painted red lips, "We got this file a week ago."
Aaron sighs, closing his file, "We didn't want to step on local toes and take over. Garcia was waiting for the invitation, now that we got it we will be taking over completely." He explains, folding his hands on top of the table on top of the file he just shut.
Derek Morgan grunts in annoyance, "Great so we will be working with a hostile police force."
Aaron just raises his eyebrows up in response.
Penelope sighs, clicking the remote in her hand, "They have the rapist." She states causing the attention to switch to her, "They just can't track him down."
Derek opens his folder, "They can't track down one killer?"
Penelope shakes her head, "No. When they get close he either already killed another women or is gone."
David sets down his coffee, "How does he know what the police know. What's his name?"
"Brent Villiont"
JJ licks her lips, "How did they connect them?"
Nine photos pop onto the board, each of a women tied down to a hotel bed, "The rope and drugs. Villiont uses his own cocktail of date rape drugs. The women are usually still unconscious when he strangles them."
Emily shakes her head. "Where they unconscious during the assault?"
The colorfully dressed blonde shakes her head, the jewelry she was wearing clicking together at the movement, "No, just delirious and unable to move."
Spencer eyes the photo's, "Any forensic evidence?"
"No,"
Spencer pulls a look, "Nothing?
Penelope shakes her head, "Zilch. Not even a sweat sample."
Derek runs a hand down his face, "Does he bath the victims after?" It was a question but no one answered.
Aaron sighs leaning back in his chair, "That's what we need to find out."
JJ looks up at him, "Why did they choose to call us in now?"
Aaron turns to Garcia since he didn't know the answer. She sighs, "They think a victim escaped."
That catches everyone attention.
"Escaped?" Spencer repeats in confusion.
"Same victimology. The women had just left the room and sat in the lobby waiting for a ride. Our rapist had entered the hotel room when she had entered the elevator. So either she was a victim or she is his next victim."
They all nod.
David lets out a deep sigh, his fingers fiddling the handle on his coffee cup, "Do you know who the women is?"
Garcia shakes her head clicking the remote in her hand so a picture pops up on the screen covering the others, "ID hasn't come in yet but I'm hoping it will soon."
