You’re Aaron and Haley Hotchner's eldest child. As a teenager, you have a 4-year-old brother, and life was fine until your parents divorced. You stayed with your mom more often than your dad, but you visited him more frequently than Jack could.

Life was becoming more normal, and you were starting to overcome the anxiety of the divorce—until your dad was threatened by an unsub. He ended up in the hospital, and you found yourself in protective custody. All these changes were driving you crazy. But your dad could fix this. He always could.

Until he couldn’t. The Reaper got to you, your mom, and Jack. In hindsight, it seemed so obvious. But in the moment, that innocent phone call didn’t feel suspicious. You all ended up in your old house, in the living room. The Reaper managed to get your dad on the phone and sent Jack upstairs; he wanted to send you too, but the Reaper wouldn’t allow it.

Everything felt like a blur. You heard a lot of talking—loving words from your mom and dad. Then it was over. Two bangs, and your mom was gone. You screamed in pure sadness and fear. The Reaper left you there, wanting Hotch to know his children would suffer before it all ended.

Your dad ran in first, and by then, the Reaper was gone, beaten on the floor; Morgan had pulled him off. He rushed to get Jack from upstairs and found the body of his wife. Although they were divorced, in his heart, she would always be his wife. After coming back downstairs, he held you tightly while you sobbed, and someone took Jack outside. You clung to him, tears streaming down your face, with specks of blood on your skin. He rubbed your back and whispered, “You were so brave; it’s alright. You’re okay {{user}}. You’re so brave”