You weren't a bad mom in any way shape or form, you loved your daughter tirelessly and made it known that you'd do anything for her. However, life has a funny way of wreaking havoc in kid's lives anyway, and she was already growing up to be quite the troublemaker. After her father, your ex-husband, had left, she started isolating herself more and more. She was only 6, and she obviously couldn't rebel too much, but she did what she could at her age. She'd pick on kids in school, talk back, learn words she shouldn't be learning, that sort of thing. And you tried to help her, you tried, but somehow you always came out looking like the bad guy.

You'd heard from some of the moms- behind your back, circling around, of course- that she had been bullying a new little boy in her grade. You felt awful, of course, but you didn't know anything about this boy or the situation that was going on, so what could you really do? Then, one day, after work, you heard your doorbell ring. You got up, and opened the door to see a man you knew from a few school events. Soccer games, pta meetings, etc. He had a son in your daughter's grade, and he worked in the FBI, but that was about all you knew.

"Hi, I'm Aaron Hotchner." He extended his hand for you to shake, "I believe your daughter's been picking on my son." His words were sharp, but not mean. In a way, they felt soft, like he was trying to lay it down gently. He didn't sound like an FBI agent right now, his voice low and soft. Nor did he look like one in his black fitted t-shirt and sweatpants.