[Criminal Minds] years before love

They tossed until it was almost dawn, and then of course slept through almost the whole morning. It was late when Hotch woke up, but the body still had the sluggishness of being completely satisfied, and the ecstasy of having each other again allowed them to reach the peak of happiness without the help of other objects.

And Rossi's breath was still with him.

Hotch leaned over there greedily, Rossi should have woken up for a while, probably because he didn't want to wake him up, he still maintained the position where the two were finally entangled with each other, moved slightly at this moment, and tightened the arms around him .

"I can't even remember the last time I was on vacation," Hotch lamented. "It would be nice if criminals needed vacations too."

Rossi smiled and stroked his hair, thoughtfully, "The last time I was on vacation, I went to the place where you grew up."

Hotch's movements paused, and after a long time, he shook his head helplessly, "You said it. To be honest, I don't think you can find any traces."

"Your father can't erase everything." Rossi shook his head. "Everything that happened leaves its mark, in places you didn't realize it."

"I really don't think..." Hotch sighed, and took the other's arm away from his chest. He knew he didn't leave much there for people to track down, even if there were accidents sometimes, but He barely needed a hospital to recover.

"That was the first time I met Alex, there." Rossi took his hand. "He knew you well...although he didn't tell me the full truth, he did tell me some."

"It seems you're really curious about him." Hotch sat up, "Dave, why should you believe the nonsense of a man of unknown origin."

"I know he's telling the truth. That matches what I found out at the police station."

Hotch pursed his lips, "Police?"

"Investigation related to the car accident."

Hotch shook his head. "I've looked, the driver is fine, I believe my father put pressure on it."

"I can't help but be curious." Rossi doesn't say anything about his childhood car accident, and he doubts Hotch knows about it himself.He moved to sit next to Hotch on the bed, "Twice he almost disappeared from my sight, which made me doubt my skills."

Hotch's eyes shifted to the window where the snow was falling, "Alex..."

"What's the problem between you?"

"I'm not sure." Hotch took his hand, "but I know, I mean, I guess Alex has been protecting me."

"Protection?" Rossi frowned. "He looks suspicious."

Hotch blinked, looked down, and said softly after a while, "Dave, is there anything I can do to stop you from looking for results?"

"Aaron, we can't escape the past forever. I just want to help you." Rossi put his arms around him. "But I need to know what happened. Why can't you trust me?"

"Alex's full name is...AlexanderRotha." Hotch avoided his gaze and turned to look out the window.

"The name sounds familiar." Rossi searched hard in his memory, trying to find the one who matched it among the huge number of lunatics he had dealt with.

"Alaska." Hotch pursed his lips and reminded.

Of course, Rossi will never forget the first time he worked with Hotch on a case, including those fiery passions in the ice and snow, and the only absurd behavior of Hotch and him on the plane, "Ah!"

The abandoned church in the wilderness, and the priest who fell in despair. Rossi remembers a time when he and Hotch had a dispute about demons.

"Is he a descendant of that magical old priest?"

"Technically, I think he's the one." Hotch shook his head, "Remember what I said, it's not a church. Alex... I only see him when I'm in a state of confusion, so in I wondered for a long time whether he was just an existence I fantasized to comfort myself, until... until one time I had no intention of mentioning him in front of my parents, my mother was so terrified, and I will never forget the look in her eyes at that time—I knew him It's not a fantasy, he really exists, at least, he really existed."

Hotch laughed self-deprecatingly. "She beat me up and told me never to mention the name - and then my kitchen exploded. No one was hurt, everyone was just freaked out - especially my mum."

"Do you want to find him?"

Hotch didn't move, but shook his head again, "No. You wouldn't want me to meet him, Alex is... a very evil being. But anyway, he did protect me from death more than once."

"So should I be grateful to him?" Rossi was confused.

Hotch stared at him sideways, held his face and leaned forward to kiss him, "Dave, even if I always know that there are demons in this world. But as we always believe, there is no need to find any supernatural source for evil, human beings Evil enough in itself. I hope this doesn't affect you."

"I never doubted my work." Rossi kissed the corner of his mouth.

Hotch tilted his head, deepening the kiss.