"I'm home" Hotch announced shutting the door behind. He put the keys on the shelf in the hallway, leaned his coat on the sofa and loosened his tie. He looked around, the house was strangely silent and dark. He glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed that it was nine o'clock in the evening. "Spencer has probably put Jack to sleep." He thought, and headed for his son's room. He opened the door and froze.
The room was empty. The bed was unmade and the window was open.
He instinctively put his hand on his gun. Jack was not in his room, and Spencer? Where was Spencer? He would surely have waited him awake. Something was wrong.
With his gun in his hand he approached the door of his room, he slowly lowered the handle and opened it. He took a sigh of relief and put the gun away. In front of him was the most beautiful scene he had ever seen. Spencer was sleeping holding tightly their son. The two were sleeping peacefully and Aaron could not help but smile at the wonderful sight.
He took off his clothes, put on a T-shirt and pajama pants and lay down beside the two and then he happily fell asleep.