By Kavi Leighanna
Of Mistletoe and Five-Year-Olds
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“Jack?”
Emily Prentiss was on a hunt. At least, a metaphorical one. The little five-year-old had gone missing, and while no one was particularly worried, per se, the last time he’d gone missing without a word, Hotch had almost Nawawala it.
Stupid Foyet and his stupid vendetta ruining everyone’s stupid lives.
It was a mantra she’d gone through madami times than she’s prefer to count since they’d found Haley’s broken, beaten and bloody body in the tahanan she’d once shared with Hotch. Actually, before that even, when things started to go...
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