"Look, Mr. Hotchner, Agent Hotchner, Hotch, my brother is dead, we've dealt with it already, I have a life, people I need to take care of, the last thing I need to do is throw my family into any unknown water anytime soon bringing this back up," I s...
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~ sometimes there are no words, no clever quotes to neatly sum up what's happened that day. Sometimes you do everything right, everything exactly right, and still you feel like you failed. Sometimes the day just.... ends ~
Roger Henry sat eerily calm in his orange jumpsuit, his piercing green eyes starring straight at the one way mirror.
I wonder if that was what I looked like when I sat in that same position.
For the last 3 hours he hadn't moved from the same position, he just sat starring, almost as if he knew I was right there.
It was almost suffocating, stuck in the same observation room, I almost feel bad for any agent who was stuck watching me.
Almost.
Tilting my head to the side, I bite my lip in concentration.
He never admitted to the murders and we need the confession before his lawyer tries to pull the card of 'oh he was framed'.
He screamed cocky, but had an underlining of fear in his eyes.
I felt like we waited him out long enough.
Smirking slightly at his barely tense figure, I slowly let my lip slide out from between my teeth, "Bastard." I whisper, nodding my head in disbelief.
He almost fooled me.
Now I need to fool him.
Make him as confident as he can get.
Turning around, I look at both Rossi and Hotch, "Let me conduct that interview, if I play my cards right, he'll crack," a practically demand in a monotone voice.
I had always been pretty good at not getting or bringing personal feelings into work, Hotch was not.
The last two weeks have been tense, him either ignoring me as much as he can or starring at me silently.
Rossi was trying to stay professional, although he was getting more and more on edge as the days went on.
I had moved us kids out of his mansion and moved into Brandon's studio apartment.
Three rooms, two bathrooms, best place ever.
It was homey but not overbearing.
But since I moved out of Rossi's we hadn't talked.
No one dared bring up what happened that Monday when I walked into work the next day.
It was like we were back on square one, co-workers who didn't get along or try to get along.
And I was fine with that, I was here to do my job not build life long bonds.
Except maybe with Garcia, she was the only one I didn't feel betrayed by and the only one I still talked to out of work.
