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Jan 27, 2010 22:32

Most days, he loses track of how far he walks. His days have few features; he talks to Reid and Morgan, he eats with Pepper or drinks coffee but, mostly, he's with Martha. Even though she's just a puppy, she's already a sizeable dog and she bounds along the boardwalk. Hotch has no idea of how far he's walked, but, today, he's doing it under the pretense of finding somewher to build a home.

When he moved to Virginia, he bought a house and he intended it to be the home he lived in forever.

There was an apartment after that, and he lived there, but it never felt like home.

And now, if he's going to survive, he's going to have to put down roots. He can't drift forever. He physically can't.

Martha races ahead of him across the sand and onto the dock and Hotch shades his eyes and looks out across the water. There's a stretch of unbroken sand across the narrow strait, no huts among the trees. In his pocket, there's a picture of Haley, one of Haley and Jack. And maybe it's time to put down roots.

He drops down into a crouch and Martha comes back to him. He scratches behind her ears and kisses the top of her head and then he looks back out across the water.

It'd be nice to live where he could hear the water at night.

ooc: find Hotch and his bear-puppy near to Webster's dock on the south coast of the island.

aaron hotchner, pepper potts, patricia mcfarland, sarah scarangelo

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