Written Von Auraya-of-the-White.
Watching the Time
Emily brushed a strand of dark hair aside with the back of her hand. She rested her arms on her legs, leaning vorwärts-, nach vorn in the hard, plastic chair. She stared intently at the prone man before her. His face displayed a false sense of calm, the tightly gripped bett sheet in his left hand revealing his inner turmoil.
Emily sighed lightly, careful not to wake the slumbering Hotch. Anyone who had been stabbed nine times would need their rest. She shook her head in disbelief, nine times! Foyet had precisely put Hotch through the same wounds he had self-inflicted...
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