Title: Metaphor

Challenge: The Great Alphabet Meme 2

Prompt by hagar_972

Author: Kuria Dalmatia

Rating/Warnings: R/FRM (profanity, offensive language). Spoilers for Season 5.

Characters/Pairing: Hotch

Summary: My suit is my armor.

ARCHIVING: my LJ and FFNet account... anyone else? Please ask first.

COMMENTS: Unbetaed. February 2011.

Feedback always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: The Mark Gordon Company, ABC Studios and CBS Paramount Network Television own Criminal Minds. Salut! I just took them out to play and I promise put them back when I'm done. I'm not making any profit just trying to get these images out of my head.


My suit is my armor.

It's a stupid thing to chant, but sometimes, it's the stupid things that help Aaron keep it together.

It helps him focus. It helps him, of all things, to breathe.

Kevlar is my shield.

Well, not so much today. He can taste the blood in his mouth and his chest hurts like hell.

How many rounds hit him? One? Two?

He can't remember.

He wonders if he wants to remember.

My son is my reason.

That phrase is new. It's usually: My suit is my armor, my kevlar is my shield, my mind is my weapon.

My son is my reason is new.


It is...it is his reason.

It jolts Aaron into action, that makes him flex his hands against the pavement. His body won't cooperate.

It makes him wonder how the fuck George Foyet took six?…seven?…more than two…How Foyet took those rounds to chest, even with an expensive Kevlar vest, and was still able to get up. Still able to fight. The son of a bitch should have been dead…he should have been incapacitated somehow, not just able to get right up and fight like he did.


Foyet was a walking pharmacy.

My son is my reason.

There are lights and there are sounds. There is someone holding his hand. There is someone talking to him but Aaron can't make out the words.

He doesn't recognize the person.

The uniform is a standard EMT one.

Aaron struggles to remember the city they're in. Struggles to remember why he has his Kevlar on…why he's on his back and he's clawing at wet pavement.

My son is my reason.

It's an epiphany, really, to realize that the chant, My son is my reason gives him more strength, more determination, more everything than My suit is my armor.

He should have realized it earlier.

He really should have.

It doesn't matter.

"My son is my reason."