Hotch - Janaury 21st, Morning

[shannonteverius]

Felix was gone. The shock hadn't worn off when Shannon went to bed and he woke up fully expecting to see his lover in the room with him, but the apartment was cold and empty. In the living room the incriminating evidence still lay on the table. He cleaned the ash of the burned flyer but he couldn't make himself touch the photographs. Not wanting to be alone in the place that was theirs, he quickly dressed and left the building.

As he walked to a nearby coffee shop, he had a sudden urge for company. While waiting on the line he dialed Hotch's number.

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[real_gun_hand]

With only the briefest of explanation, a cry for help, Hotch flew from his own apartment and made his way to the coffee shop. There had been no time for details but he knew they would come over coffee. Parking was a nightmare and it took longer than he would have liked, but he walked in, dark blue suit paired with a white shirt and a crimson tie.

"Shannon," he said, offering his hand to the man. "I'm sorry it took so long."