InsaneJournal

Penelope had told her about a way to get television film parts right on her computer, and when she'd gone home, Isabela had done just that.

Twenty hours later, she hadn't moved. Part of it was the brilliance of the stories, better than any play she'd ever seen. Part of it was, well, what she'd seen. The information she'd gotten.

She'd watched the very first episode of the television film - seen the people Hotchner had been discussing. Reid. Penelope. The handsome dark man in the picture called Morgan. She'd finally seen Hotchner's ex-wife. Finally.

She was a pretty woman, this Haley. She had a youthful kind of charm, and a lovely smile. Isabela would have flirted with her had she seen her in the Hanged Man, or on the street. She and Hotchner had obviously been in love. Isabela watched them fool around, watched them smile and joke around and kiss.

She felt like a voyeur, honestly. She'd turned off the television, gone and had a beer. She'd taken a break, taking the boat from Nassau to Freeport, in Grand Bahama. It was only when she'd docked that she'd dived back into the television.

The first episode she'd seen, however. She'd enjoyed the story - and then she'd watched Hotchner be handed his divorce papers. The look on his face was absolutely inscrutable, but she could see it all. It hurt. And that bothered her.

Isabela turned off the television and went to grab another beer. She knew there was an episode where the woman she'd seen in Hotchner's arms died. She didn't need to see it.