Apprna finite see the episode of Criminal Minds 5x09 my mind was definitely shocked. And, let me, it still is.
This story is what it came out .. I hope you like it!
AUTHOR: TITLE JulyAneko
: Hearth
RATING : Green / G
TYPE: One-shot. Introspective.
CHARACTERS: April Johnson, Aaron Hotchner.
SPOILERS: The story is set shortly after the episode 5x09 - 100.
DISCLAIMER: The characters do not belong to me, but Jeff Davis. Criminal Minds belongs to CBS. This story is not for profit.
NOTE: Chronologically, the story takes place long after "Will Never Be a Mistake" and April, the grandson of Gideon, no longer works at BAU has lived in New Orleans with Ethan's old friend Spencer (Remember?! From episode 2x18 - Jones). Ergo it does not matter that you have read "Will Never Be A Mistake."
HEARTH
The phone was bounced to the ground so many times that the sound had come to my ears like a lullaby nervous about the scan of my beating faster heart.
I heard Jennifer's voice calling me for a while yet before you hear the call off. He had probably realized that I was alone in my world, my inner space to absorb the news.
moves one step forward and I feel my legs hard to remember that they are still alive, who are still lost in a world that I can not understand, to accept.
No, could not be true. No, could not be such a thing happened. It was impossible.
hear Ethan's voice muffled by a whistle that will not go deaf from my eardrums. I feel his hand touch the forearm in a warm caress that makes me tremble. And he realizes it because without saying a word, hugged me and squeezes his arms making me feel all of its humanity, its full support, all his friends.
E 'for a moment and the tears start to flow from my eyes slowly, like precious pearls that should not be wasted, like crystals that mark the importance of a broken life too soon, a child left without a mother. Sssh-
.- Ethan whispers stroking his back with his big hands.
And I feel something inside me curl up on itself and die in my heart shocked.
I get off the plane without worrying about where they are, without realizing how that place has influenced my life as a fire brand, like the people I meet I have, inevitably, chained to their heart.
With his mind free from all my concern I go outside the airport. Now I can not think of my life, my problems, I decided to defend people who end up hurting myself. Now I can not.
I take my bag from the agenda and read the driver the street name that I have achieved.
I've never been in that house. The few times we met after my departure, we made it half way in the soft light and some local jazz music.
All the way I keep my palms on my thighs wide open. It makes me feel calm in that position, without fists and show anger, tension, sadness in my heart is full at that time.
No, I can not show these feelings, I can not see me make me weak. Not then. Now I only show my love for the man who taught me to live in the best of ways: listening to myself, listening my moral justice. When the taxi stops
feel heart sank. A caper that makes me dizzy.
close my eyes and breathe deeply before you pay and leave.
We observe the machine away and leave me in the darkness of that neighborhood that seems to be motionless, isolated himself and ready to be swallowed by the fog of the evening.
I climb the stairs of the condominium with a certain slowness and making sure not to meet anyone. Only at the last change course and stand in a room behind the stairs.
I hear footsteps and get two voices talking softly. I am sad voices, calm voices, sounds hot. Entries that I never forgot.
I hold my every single part of the body not to go back to those stairs and review, at last, two of the most important people I have ever known.
I have to resist even to the appearance of this compartment that protects me from the sight of those two men. Because I knew, if only I had seen it, my heart would burst and I would have found a moment to touch the body that have yet to grant to my imagination.
I hear one of the two voices become louder and louder in my head as a warning from having to fight.
's so but for his sake I have to stay away.
And my lips will hatch in a dumb name. Spencer.
I do not know what else in that room, my heart in my throat, hoping to see two eyes looking out as a puppy and find out. And always find love.
But I already know, he has gone along with that second warm voice. Along with that friend that never would have left him and that I had overlooked. Derek. Sighing
back up the stairs and fill the void that separates me from that apartment in which I know he's there.
extends a hand toward the bell, but my fingers do not make a move. No sound fills the house beyond the door. Sigh
bringing the head back. I must find the strength, I must find the courage.
But someone seems to think in my place.
A sound, a key turns in the lock, and I find myself in front of a sad smile that stunned looking at me.
Perhaps more surprising to me.
Without saying a word, the strong tightening embrace my body and, after a moment of astonishment, I also feel his arms belt with the same force.
I watch as she shakes her head without making me feel the weight of all that time I was away. The look in his eyes and discovered only a glimmer of hope for this man who I hear talk quietly with your child in the other room.
lowered his head looking for some explanation but I already know Emily fully understands my reasons. The reasons for my escape and return so that which must be sudden and stay in that house, in that apartment. Together with Aaron and Jack.
close the door behind me after saying goodbye to that friend that never would have tried and which I had reserved the greeting for all the entire team that would not be able to see, I could not see. No, I could not.
reach out to leave behind my briefcase and I feel another pang in my heart. Something more intense, a feeling comes over me that the body but leaves me shiny: no ears, no dizziness.
Slowly I put my feet on one another and with great difficulty I find myself on the threshold of the cold kitchen and sees me sharer of a father to his son.
Aaron is caressing Jack's head while sitting at the table who knows what color the drawing.
I bite my bottom lip looking for the right words to say but my mouth seems to have forgotten how to move.
sigh and move a few more steps and I see that man melancholy turn on my side and stuck in an absolute apathy.
My face is contracted into a thousand expressions until it assumed a sad smile surrounded by a fiery redness that you see me with emotion.
I see him leave the side of the baby while the two warm tears beaded her face tired.
It 'a matter of seconds, my feet move alone, my body reacts alone. Elan I approach her and encircles the neck in a love that I had never been felt before.
I feel his strong arms surround his life, his hands shaking my fists contraction jacket, hiding his face between my brown hair.
do not know how we stay in that position, as my back is wet with tears as I know, never would have happened if they had not been able to enjoy so many things, if those emotions were not exploded in a single moment of relief .
lowered his head to meet the shoulder that had supported me so many times that I knew, would have helped me many times.
At that moment we were no more than a man and his second reason for living, that girl that her best friend had given him, the girl who had shared his joys and fears. That girl better than anyone could have told Haley.
And Aaron knew, she was there not only for him indeed, probably, was there a lot more for you ... for the woman he was waiting for him at home late from work when they belonged to the woman who let her keep her little little man for days when it was occupied.
Sigh.
I hear her get weaker close and close embrace by moving his body but continued to hold the hands firmly on his chest.
I look into that abyss that his eyes are now far too long.
I look at him and a new feeling invaded my body at the moment that I feel that loving voice calling my name.
I turn around and smile at this child who holds out his hands as if he wanted a hug.
launched a last look at Aaron first to focus on my tender little Jack calling me, simply, Aunt April.
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