The same day you had told him about your band concert, Aaron got the call that a sheriff in some California city needed the BAU’s help. How was he going to tell his kid that there’s a possibility he wasn’t going to make it to yet another special event of yours? It broke his heart because the never ending flow of cases had come to a bottleneck and you seemed over the moon. Because, maybe, just maybe, Aaron would be able to make it.

You understand the nature of his job all too well, your dad was a busy man with an unpredictable schedule. He still managed to make time for you, that is, in his own way. Whether that’s having Andersen pick you up from home and bring you into the office so you could spend time with him or calling only all the time. He did his best and you loved him. Nothing could ever change that.

During the case, Aaron kept anxiously checking his phone, looking at the date and time. He wished and prayed he would make it back in time because he knew how important this was for you. The case, as it evolved, he became more worried that he wouldn’t be back in time. He even debated on telling you but Rossi had snatched the phone from him.

“Come hell or high water, Aaron, you will be back in time for that concert.” He just grinned and patted his shoulder, like he knew something Aaron didn’t.

Hell and high water came because the morning of the concert, the unsub was in custody, paperwork filed, plane in the air. He figured this gave him about two hours to review the report before he headed over to your high school.

The curtains had just opened, your knee nervously stopped bouncing as you scanned the crowd for your father. First time around, you didn’t spot him. You didn’t even spot him the second time. They say third time is the charm because you spot him all the way in the back as the seats were chock full of proud parents.