When it happens for the fifth time, Hotch actually stops and takes notice. They've been sitting in the rec-room for the best part of an hour in companionable silence. Thoroughly bucking the infamous Spencer Reid effect, Martha's taken up residence on the same sofa as Reid, her head resting on his knee and, as Hotch watches, Reid adjusts his ( Read more... )

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.” - American Essayist, Norman Cousins.
Her body is on the floor in the bed (gunshot wound to throat, at least, but he can't think about that, and he can't go to her, not yet) and her eyes are half open and she looks at him, and he almost slips, he almost ( Read more... )