Joining him at table, “I don’t think you believe that
anymore than I do.”

Xxxxxxxxxxxxx

“That cannot
happen again.”

“Hotch I know I screwed up,” Morgan tried to explain himself
but even he couldn’t understand his issue with the detective.  The last time he could remember acting so
negatively toward someone was…Prentiss…*****…

When she had come back ‘from the dead’ he had felt so
betrayed.  She was his partner, a hard
won partnership since he hadn’t initially trusted her when she joined the
BAU.  But that trust was one sided
apparently since she hadn’t trusted him enough to tell him about Doyle, her
life with him as Lauren.  As far as he
knew, he had watched her practically bleed out when Doyle had stabbed her with
a piece of wood.  He had let her down and
then she died.  And then suddenly she
wasn’t dead at all and based on the way he had reacted to Rizzoli; he suddenly
realized he hadn’t resolved all of his issues with Emily and her return at
all.  He was upset with Emily, not Rizzoli.
“Damn it sucks to be a profiler
sometimes.”

Aaron watched as the younger man attempted to resolve his
feelings and understand why he acted the way he did.

“Hotch, it won’t happen again.  I…I have some stuff I need to work out
with…well with someone but I will not let that effect this case again.” His
sincere statement and acknowledgement were a testimony to his strength of
character but Hotch didn’t know if he could fix this.

“You need to speak with Detective Rizzoli, you know that.”

“I know” his voice shook with the remorse he felt at how he
had spoken to the detective. “May I?” Standing up he looked for permission to
leave.

“Yeah, can you ask Korsak to come in?” Hotch ran his hand
tiredly through his hair.  It had been a
long day and time was running out.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

“Jane wait!”  Maura struggled to keep up with her, long
legs moving her more quickly than Maura could run.

“No Maura I knew this was a mistake, I mean what the hell”
stopping abruptly she looked at Maura, “when the ***** did this become about
me?”

“Jane…” taking her scarred hands in her own, she forced her
to look at her, “I don’t think it was about you at all…” seeing the look of
despair in Jane’s eyes, her heart broke for her.