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Title: A house
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Character: Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner
Prompt: 056. Breakfast @ fanfic100_ita
Rating: Green, G
Word Count: 682 (W), oneshot.
Note: OC, located after the third season at sometime.
Disclaimer: Hotch, Haley and their troubled history are the property of Jeff Davis, CBS and its partners. Karen and all the mess that is rather are mine. Anyway I'm not going to gain from this. For the time being!
Table : here
Aaron turned in bed unsure of what to do. It was a new feeling for him, but also the whole situation was once again after new years when he had only been Haley.
"While now ..." He could not finish that thought, made him still hurts to think about how it was over between them.
At that time another woman had come into his life and Hotch was still undecided about the goodness of that decision.
Karen was undoubtedly a remarkable woman. Brown hair that brushes her shoulders, dark eyes and deep, but also a great satisfaction for what it was: a lawyer, one of the best prosecutors that the courts of Washington had seen in decades. Fair, impartial and merciless.
It was undoubtedly his nerve to attract, Karen did not look like a frail woman. He hated to admit it, but it was just the radical difference that Haley was convinced that he could try.
Karen was so sure of himself that he did not need support from a man, had no need of its proximity, and Karen was enough in itself. Karen was like he is completely devoted to his work with a divorce. It was relaxing to be with her, unpretentious and needs. In practice, without a real relationship.
And then he heard her footsteps on the stairs of the house for him so stranger. They were bold steps that attacked the stairs as she attacked life, were very heavy steps.
That was the biggest difference with his ex-wife.
Haley moved slightly to the house, stealthily as she went from room to room, your voice down to rest, the whispers before sleeping with Jack.
Haley was quiet as a blanket of snow covering every sound.
Karen, however, was quite a storm on a plate, it was not used to having someone around the house and all his gestures were loud in the stillness of the morning.
Aaron felt strange, he seemed to spy on the daily lives of Karen, the safety with which lowered the door handles, how to hang clothes in the closet, everything was loud. So he was not really spying. Yet I could not get that thought from your head.
Karen was something that his wife would never have been. She had a job and a life that would always go beyond him. And this was a comfort.
But as he listened to the woman who was preparing a plan under the more precise movements with breakfast and very noisy with Karen wondered if she was just not to be alone the nights when he was at home.
He stood in silence, trying to make as little noise as possible, as did Haley. She was not yet out of his life, he often thought of her. And while attending Karen happening with increasing frequency.
was the first time he woke up to her house, and it was uncertain how to behave. He watched the clock. Six. He had slept more than usual. And he would have stayed even if the activity of Karen had not woken up. He had already received two phone calls and had to have done the same. Always with a tone of voice over the media.
He dressed quickly, did not make sense to stay in that room alone. It would have gone down and had breakfast together. It was then that Hotch heard the door open and close and turn the key in the lock.
And suddenly the silence. But it was a silence loud. She was outgoing and had left him alone in the house where he was a stranger. He had confidence in him.
descended the stairs cautiously, even more uncertain about what to do. It was only in her home.
And then he saw the ticket on the table, next to that funny cup that was to him.
"Probably I woke up, or maybe not, I do not know what could be heavy in your sleep.
I went to take the paper and something to eat because my pantry is empty. I never eat at home. But this will have already guessed.
Prepare the coffee if you like.
you later. "
And Aaron felt at home.
Morning *** off, I should go do passport photos but it rains and my desire is to go out under my feet. But it was still a productive morning: I have finished a course online CME, and I'm about to enroll in a course next week in which one of the speakers will be a beloved (and then, but now and then, but a lot) my university professor . He will be in the big city. I want to see if over the years is a bit 'better in explaining things. I have also thought about what to do to eat mezzogliorno. I am too far!
Saturday, weather permitting, I should go a concert of the PFM canta De Andrè. Since it is open I have serious doubts that it will happen but I hope there.
Man, I gotta go buy bread!
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