An outing at the movie theater goes awry. Sequel to Surprises.
Betad by kisaitaluvr
Note: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of its characters. Sequel to Surprises. Oh and I forgot to mention this in Surprises but kisaitaluvr came up with the name "Uncle Vince", not me; I'm just borrowing it.
"Thank you, Uncle Vince!" Jack Hotchner squealed as the two of them left the movie theater. "I can't wait to tell Daddy about the movie!" It was a rainy day so Uncle Vince had decided to take him to see a movie. His daddy would have gone, but he had the flu and didn't want to go out in the rain. Jack was upset that his daddy hadn't been able to come with them but he had still had fun. Now he just wanted to go home and tell his Daddy about what had happened in Toy Story 3.
"Yeah, buddy, I bet he'll-"
But just as Uncle Vince had started to answer a man pushed between them, knocking Jack onto the ground. "Get the fuck out my way!" The mean man grumbled.
Jack's lip trembled and he almost cried because his knees were scraped now and that man had said a bad word.
Uncle Vince picked Jack up. "You okay? You hurt?" He asked, brushing the dirt off of Jack's pants. Uncle Vince hugged him and that made him feel better.
He nodded. "That man said a bad word!"
"I know." Uncle Vince glared back at the man. "But don't worry. He'll be sorry for it later." He carried Jack back to the car, parked behind the movie theater and strapped him into the car seat. "Look, Jack. I forgot something inside. I'm going to lock you in. Don't open the door or climb out of your seat for anyone, alright?"
Jack nodded. His daddy had always told him never to open the door for strangers. Uncle Vince locked him in and left. After a little bit Jack heard the trunk swing open but when he tried to turn around he couldn't see what was happening. A moment later Uncle Vince got into the front seat.
"Okay, buddy, you ready to go?"
Jack nodded and they started to drive but there was a thump in the back of the car. "What's that?" Jack asked.
Uncle Vince stopped the car. "I don't know, let me go check." He got out, opened the trunk again and there was a louder thump this time and then Uncle Vince got back in and they started driving again. Nothing else happened the whole way home. Jack was glad that Uncle Vince had fixed the car.
Aaron was downstairs, making himself soup when he heard the car pull up and a moment later Jack ran in and gibbering about the movie they had seen. He spoke so fast that Hotch really didn't catch most of it but said, "Wow! That sounds great!" and laughed when it seemed appropriate. Just as he was finishing, Perotta came in.
"Hey Jack," Vincent said, squatting down next to the boy. "Why don't you go play with Roscoe in your room? I'm sure he missed you." The little boy and the puppy had formed a tight bond and were almost inseparable.
Jack gasped at the thought of his beloved pet alone and missing him and ran off to his room, where Roscoe's bed was. Once he was gone Perotta turned around and went back out, returning moments later with an unconscious man.
Aaron stood guard to make sure that Jack didn't come back while Vincent put the captive in their torture room. After he'd given Vincent enough time to have gotten him inside, Aaron followed him in and locked the door behind him.
"Who is he?" He asked, staring at the man. He didn't look familiar and Aaron was sure that Vincent hadn't mentioned any new contracts lately.
"What?" Perotta asked, taking his eyes away from the prisoner.
"What did he do? Is he a new hit or just some criminal you picked off the street?"
Perotta quickly looked away, "Oh… it doesn't matter. Trust me; he deserves this."
This only made Aaron more curious. Vincent had never before avoided telling him what their victims had done to deserve it; he actually made it a point to do so since he knew Aaron wouldn't help him out with civilians. "Vincent." He said firmly. The man pretended not to hear him and acted like he was busy checking the bonds. "Vincent!"
"What?" The other asked in an annoyed tone.
"What did he do?"
Again the other looked down. "You wouldn't want to know… it's too bad."
Vincent sighed. "He was mean to Jack, alright?" He snapped.
Aaron just stood there for a moment, blinking in surprise. Jack had seemed fine when he had come home. What could have happened while the two were out? "What did he do?" Aaron asked.
"Something really bad..."
"Care to elaborate?" Aaron gritted out, wondering what this man had done to his son that Perotta wouldn't tell him about. Vincent didn't answer. "Tell me!"
Vincent sighed and looking at the floor grumbled, "He knocked him down."
"What?" Aaron asked confused.
"We were leaving the movie theater and he walked between us and knocked the kid down!" He glanced up at Aaron and then quickly back at the floor.
"That's it?" Aaron shouted, then taking a deep breath, lowered his voice, "Vincent you can't kill people just because they're rude!"
"Why not?" Vincent whined. "The kid could have been hurt!"
"That doesn't lessen the crime, Aaron! You said it yourself that anyone who hurts a child deserves to die! Well…" He gestured to the "child abuser".
"There's a difference between accidentally knocking a kid down and intentionally harming them Vincent! You can't do this!"
"Is there?" Vincent raised an eyebrow. Aaron just stared at him. "Well, we can't let him go now!" Vincent said triumphantly. "He'd rat us out."
Aaron thought about it and then sighed. As much as he hated to admit it, Perotta was right. "Make it quick then." Hotch snapped and left the room to go play with his son.
Meanwhile Perotta grinned and turned back to his prey. Aaron had said to make it quick, so he would. But Aaron hadn't said anything about making it painless.