Jack Hotchner walked into Penelope Garcia's office with a plan. At four, everything was pretty much crystal clear. He knew three things:

One, Daddy was sad all the time, and as much as he tried, he never stayed happy for very long.

Two, Aunt Emily made his Daddy happy and it sure was fun to have her around.

And lastly, if anyone, his Aunt Pennie, as only he was allowed to call her, could help him work out a plan.

His Aunt was hacking away at her keyboard when he walked in. He watched her screen turn different colors for a while before speaking.

"Hey Aunt Pennie!" he yelled. He had never seen someone jump as high as his aunt did right then.

"Jack," she said sighing, "You scared me. What you up to bud?" Jack smiled the signature Hotchner smile flashing his aunt his dimples. He had found that that specific look could get him just about anything. "Come on boy, it's gotta be a big one if your flashing me the dimples." She said, pulling out his little blue chair that she kept under one of her desks. He scrambled over and wrapped his arms around her. He pulled back and grinned.

"Love you Aunt Pennie."

"What is it?" She asked suspiciously. He looked down, a little embarrassed by this part. He had to explain…

"I want Daddy to be happy again. To smile, you know." He muttered. Garcia pulled him against her.

"Buddy, I don't know if I can help you with that. Your Daddy has had a lot of things happen to him, and it's going to take him time to get back up to 100%. You just have to remember that he is always proud of you and always, always loves you." She tried, hoping it worked right.

"But Daddy said you were a skeemer!" He said frustrated. "I was thinking of the perfect plan! Just needed some help…." He finished dejectedly.

"He said I was a schemer! Well than buddy what can I do for you? How can we make your Daddy happy?" She asked, hands poised over her keyboard, ready to fly at his first command.

"Aunt Emily. I think he loves her." He gave Garcia a moment to process this. Her eyes blew up to the size of saucers and she coughed a few times before responding.

"What makes you say that?" she managed to get out.

"Well, I'm not sure I know exactly what love is, but tell me if I got it right. Love is when you hold open the door for a girl and really want to hold her hand. Kinda when you smile when she's around and she makes you happier. Its love when she gives you hugs and you don't wanna let go, right? That's love isn't it?" Garcia smiled. This was Hotch's son; determined to be right and not willing to share his ideas unless he had put some thought into them. And she had to admit, that was beautiful for a kid his age.

"Jack, that's the best definition of love I've ever heard. Come here little guy!" she said scooping him up into her lap. "What do you have in mind?"

Should I continue? This just randomly popped into my head and am completely open to and in need of suggestions. What do you think? Thanks,

Kennedy