ain't no memory that ever gets old (part two)
Summary: Sean is late to Haley's funeral & Hotch is arrested for the murder of Foyet.
Warnings: Haley's death, grief, mentions of prior abuse, Hotch being arrested, alcohol, mention of vomit.
Pairing: Will be Hotch/Morgan at some point probably but starts out no pairing.
Words: 3.4k
A/N: I'm sorry. I'm just...really really sorry. (If I stopped to edit as much as I usually do, I'd never be able to post, things are too busy so...I'm sorry for the errors.)
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Call JJ. That's what his gut told him, but he wouldn't. His phone was so far away from where he now stood, completely alone. It was funny, if he'd been put into this situation under any other circumstances, he would call Hotch. Mayday, mayday, I need your guidance. Your cool head. See, he could figure it out but it always took him a second longer to burn through the emotion and that second could mean the difference between life and death...calling Hotch circumvented that. Hotch didn't react emotionally.
Until he did. Until he beat a man to death with his bare hands. And Derek knew damn well that the story, the reason, it would all add up to self-defense. He had faith. Why else would he use his fists? Why else would he be beat to shit himself? He had his gun and...it just didn't add up. It was just that the missing fucking puzzle pieces were locked inside of Hotch's head and either he was burning them himself or something else was.
“Will,” Derek said, storming out of the building. He took that extra second and so far, no one had died, so he was still winning. Emotions in check. “Meet me out front of the precinct. I have something to do and I need your help...”
This was absolutely uncalled for, he knew it. He could take anyone from the force, anyone at all could help him make this arrest but maybe he would give Hotch this last little ounce of dignity. Of care. Maybe he was just fooling himself though. Hotch wouldn't be comforted, this wasn't for Hotch, this was for him.