Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner watched his young subordinate walk away from him and his heart ached.

"If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me." he had offered.

Dr Spencer Reid had avoided eye contact with his Unit Chief replying "I can't I didn't come to your house crying for ten weeks."

"Oh how I wished you had." The older agent added silently as Reid left to check VICAP for signatures that could help identify their latest unsub. He desperately wanted to reach out to him but even with all his training, all his skills as a profiler he didn't know how to. His feelings for the young genius went way beyond work colleagues, went way beyond friendship, at times even he didn't know how to handle them. At times he lived in fear; working amongst a team of the country's top profilers had its disadvantages. Yes they had all promised never to profile each other but it didn't mean they couldn't see what was happening to their colleagues, their friends and at times Hotch felt like he wore his feelings for Reid like a bright pink flashing neon sign that even he couldn't conceal. Neither situation could be allowed to continue on their current course; both were a disaster waiting to happen. One issue at a time he decided. Getting the team back on track and working harmoniously was paramount, they had all be warned by Chief Strauss that they were being watched following the Senate hearing so they needed to be above reproach in every way. His personal feelings would have to take a back seat, for now.

"How's Reid?" asked Rossi a short while later as they walked along the corridor in the local police station.

"Angry and frustrated" he told his old friend who wanted to know if he had any psychological counselling planned for the team, to allow them to readjust to Emily Prentiss's return from the "dead". A wry smile fleeted across Hotch's lips and idea he had been toying with came to fruition. "I thought perhaps if we all just got together, maybe a cooking lesson….….."

Before leaving Quantico for Oklahoma for their latest case Rossi had been trying to give Garcia guidance on Italian cooking. It seemed to be failing miserably and Morgan had laughingly suggested he give the colourful technical analyst a proper cookery lesson, something Rossi had not welcomed especially when the words, tofu and substitution had been mentioned. Hotch thought this might now work to all of their advantage. It had been a while since the team had spent any quality time together outside of work and this "very tempered suggestion" as he had told Rossi it was might be just what they all needed.