A/N: First dive into CM fanfiction! I love the end of "L.D.S.K." But every time I watch it, I can't help but laugh at Hotch's quote involving a certain breed of canine. This drabble was born to provide a possible explanation for this seemingly out-of-place tidbit...
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
Anyone Can Shoot!
"It's not that hard, a Dalmatian could do it!"~Aaron Hotchner, "L.D.S.K."
"…You kick like a nine-year-old girl."
Hotch snorted, shaking his head as Reid offered him his firearm.
"No, keep it. As far as I'm concerned, you passed your qualification." He turned away, but was called back.
"Hey, Hotch?"
The unit chief turned around, eyebrow arched.
"Yes?"
A smirk was growing on Reid's face.
"The FBI must be lowering their standards. A Dalmatian? Really?"
Hotch began to frown, before his face slackened in realization. A small smile teased at the corners of his mouth.
"Haley's been making me watch kid movies. She things it'll help us understand the baby."
"You know, statistics show that playing Mozart—"
"Yeah, I know, Reid. Rest assured, our unborn son is being exposed to all the recommended stimulants."
Reid gave a one-shouldered shrug, grinning shyly. "I wouldn't worry. He comes from good stock."
Hotch tipped his head in acknowledgement and headed toward Gideon and Elle. Behind him, Reid began humming a familiar tune. A rare, full-fledged smile broke out across Hotch's face and he shook his head in appreciation.
"If she doesn't scare you, no evil thing will…"