I’ve loved part one and I love part 2 even more! The way the team and the reader interact was just lovely. I’d really enjoy a third part if there are any plans for one?
Please say that there will be a part 3 to gone?! Like I said before Aaron needs to know! And what happens if Scratch makes an appearance! 😬😊💕
Hey, I was wondering if you could make a part 3 to “Gone” when you have the time, you’re an amazing writer
It was beautifully written but yet so sad. My heart can’t handle this. I literally have tears in my eyes as I’m typing this message. Please please pleaaasssee can there be a part 3?
Summary: Aaron Jack Hotchner was born. The reader has an incredibly close-knit relationship with the team, making it easier to raise her son, but his father has no clue he exists... Or does he? I’m actually so excited that this fic is getting such amazing feedback, it’s makes me happy to know that there are people who want to read something that I’m very proud of creating. Without further ado, here is the third part to ‘Gone’. Enjoy!!
A/N: AJ is Aaron Jack’s nickname for Aaron Jack and Aaron Junior, just in case that confused anyone.
His dad was not here, but Aaron Jack Hotchner was surrounded by the people who love him and will go to the ends of the earth for him, and that was all that mattered.
Aaron was out in the world somewhere with Jack hopefully safe, but wherever he was, he had no knowledge of the baby boy just born with his name. He didn’t know that you thought about him every day, and probably didn’t know that since he left, you spent every night crying yourself to sleep. He didn’t know any of this because he was gone.
“AJ, I’m not going to tell you again,” you scolded your son. He was stubborn as always, trying to play with the toys that weren’t his without permission.
“No, no, he’s fine! He’s so cute. How old is he?” the mother of the child whose toys Aaron Jr. kept playing with asked.
“He’s turned three today,” you replied, looking at the boy who looked too much like his father. His smile resembled that of Aaron’s, and every time you saw it, your heart seemed to skip a beat, not only for the memories of your beloved boyfriend, but for the tiny child that was yours.
The playground was mainly vacated, only a few mothers and their children enjoying the beautiful outdoors that day.
“Mine’s four. Nearly time to start school,” the mother replied with a sigh.
“That’s a scary thought,” you replied. And it was. There was no telling whether or not your son was even safe in any schools.
You hadn’t really thought about sending your son to school, yet anyways. Your focus was raising him and keeping him safe. As far as you were concerned, he would be home schooled. Maybe Penelope would be willing to help out.
As if the computer genius could hear your thoughts, your phone began to ring with her name flashing on the screen.
“Hello,” you said after pressing answer.
“Alright, muffin. I picked up AJ’s prescriptions and set up an appointment for a follow up in a month. He’s also set on piano lessons courtesy of a one Spencer Reid. Oh, and birthday party is set up. We’re ready for you,” she said.
“Jeez, Penny, you didn’t have to do all that,” you told her with a smile.
“Oh, stop. I’m happy to. Now get both of your cute butts over here, we’re ready!” she said.
“Alright, thanks, Penelope,” you replied with a smile. You motioned to AJ to come to you.
“No problem! And happy birthday, love,” she finished before hanging up the phone.
“Happy birthday, little man!” the mom next to you said to your son as he approached the bench you were sitting on.
“Mommy’s birthday,” AJ said, pointing up at you.
“Your’s as well?” she asked, smiling.
“Mine was yesterday, but we celebrate them together,” you said, standing up and picking up Aaron. “It was nice to meet you-”
“Shelby,” she said, sticking out her hand to shake.
“Y/N,” you replied. “And this is Aaron Jack.” Your son shyly waved at Shelby.
“Nice to meet you Aaron,” she replied with a smile. “Hope to see you again,” she told you.
“You too. Sorry about the toys,” you said sheepishly.
“Again, don’t worry about it. My son Kale and I come here every Wednesday afternoon if Aaron would ever want to have a buddy to play with.”
“Thank you, that would actually be really nice,” you said honestly. With the life you two had, another little boy in AJ’s life didn’t sound like a bad idea at all. “Say bye, AJ,” you said to your son.
He waved again, letting out a tiny ‘bye’ before you walked away from your new friend. You knew having someone his age to play with would be good for him. JJ’s boys were always happy to play with your son, but Henry was in school and they were busy most of the time. Kale would be a blessing.
You walked to the car with AJ on your hip. Once he was secured in his car seat, you grinned down at him.
“Ready to see everyone?” you asked. You’d told him about his ‘surprise’ party. You were never really any good at keeping secrets. AJ nodded excitedly at you, his smile sending butterflies throughout your body. “Let’s go then.”
“Surprise!” the team shouted as you walked through the door. You playfully gasped and looked down at AJ.
He slapped his hands onto his cheeks, opening his mouth in fake shock. To a room full of profilers, it was obvious you gave up their secret surprise party.
“You told him, didn’t you?” Alvez asked, unable to keep a smile off his face at the sight of your son.
“Sorry, he begged to know if we were surprising him, and how can you say no to that face?” you said in a baby voice, picking AJ up.
“Hey, buddy! Uncle Spence got you a present,” Reid said, taking him from your arms. He walked over to the desk that was full of presents, the team, apart from JJ, in tow.
“He’s starting to look so much more like his father,” she admitted to you.
“I know,” you said, watching AJ’s family show him his new toys. Your heart was soaring at the sight of it. Despite the heartbreak you’d experienced almost four years ago, there was so much happiness that came to you and so much love surrounded you and your son every day, and you were so grateful for it.
“What are you thinking about?” JJ asked you.
“Just about how damn luck AJ and I are,” you replied, leaning into her side. She pulled you in close for a warm hug, admiring the vision of her sons with yours. It was a perfectly cliched moment, but it was all you ever wanted.
Emily stepped away from the group, slowly making her way towards you. A look passed between the two agents, some kind of silent communication. You dated a profiler for well over two years, so you knew a thing or two about reading a look.
“What?” you asked.
“What?” Emily asked back, acting nonchalant.
“There’s something you’re not telling me,” you told her, knowing you were right.
“Tell me about the woman you met today at the park,” she said suddenly, catching you off guard.
“Excuse me?” you asked, not understanding what she meant. “What woman?”
“Y/N, you have a protective detail on you 24/7, and it’s their job to report to me. They told me about the woman you talked to at the park,” Emily replied.
“So? I’m aware you keep an all too watchful eye on me and AJ at all times, but why are you suddenly interrogating me on who I happen to converse with?” you asked, your voice raising a bit.
“I’m just following protocol,” she tried, but you were too annoyed to listen.
“I don’t give a damn about protocol, what is this about?” you asked. Emily looked at JJ, as if she was silently asking for help.
“We just want to know if you’re trying…” JJ started, but she couldn’t find the words.
“Trying to what?” you asked, skepticism clear in your voice.
“Strauss is worried you’re trying to contact Hotch,” Emily said. What, you thought.
“How is me talking to a random mom at the park me trying to contact him?” you asked, vocalizing your confusion.
“Are you?” Emily asked sternly, clearly wanting a straight answer.
“No! Of course not. Why would she think that?” you said, still unable to understand what talking to a woman at the park meant about Aaron. JJ looked at Emily, another strange look passing between them. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“It’s on need-to-know basis, Y/N,” Emily told you, as if that explained everything.
“It’s about Aaron?” you blurted out. Tears began to form in your eyes. “If it’s about him then I need to know.”
“Y/N,” JJ started, but you cut her off.
“Do you know where he is?” you asked, your heart beginning to speed up. The agents at the present table started to quiet down, looking over at you. You were fixing to go into hysterics, it was obvious.
“No, I don’t.” Emily said. Her voice was strong. She wasn’t lying.
“Then what? Does Shelby know where he is?” you asked, recalling the mom from the park’s name.
“We figured that’s why you were talking to her,” Emily finally admitted. You furrowed your brows, even more confused than before.
“What are you talking about?” you asked, knowing Emily was probably not going to be able to keep whatever this secret was from you any longer. She sighed and looked at the other agents, silently telling them all to distract AJ and not listen to what she was about to say.
“Shelby Madison is the woman you talked to today. She has a son named Kale, that’s who AJ was playing with,” she said.
“I know all this,” you replied, wanting her to spill.
“Shelby Madison is a private investigator,” she finished. “Strauss thinks you hired her.”
“I didn’t. I’d only met her today,” you said.
“What did she tell you at the park? Try to remember the conversation you had with her,” Emily said, not as a friend, but as an agent.
“She asked me how old AJ was, she mentioned her son was four and about to start school,” you recited, slowly trying to remember the words she’d told you.
“She introduced herself as Shelby and asked to see AJ and I again. That’s it.”
“On Wednesdays. She mentioned her and her son go to the park every Wednesday,” you said, realizing why Emily was asking these questions. “I’ve never seen her before today. AJ and I are at the park every Wednesday, too, she was lying,” you said. “What does that mean?”
“It means someone hired her to find you,” Emily said.
Your heart sped up, your palms became increasingly sweaty.
“Someone like Scratch?” you whispered, the name feeling hot on your tongue. It’d been two years since you said that name, and although he was out of your thoughts most nights, it was a name that still haunted you.
“No,” a voice said behind you. The look on Emily’s face said it all. You knew exactly who that voice belonged to. It was a voice you hadn’t heard in three and a half years. A voice you never thought you’d hear again.
It was the only voice in the world you ever wanted to hear, but knew you never could.