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The team was on a case in New York City. Their unsub, 31 year old Brian Jefferson, had done nearly everything in the book to his victims. It was one of the worst cases they had done in a while. The BAU had been working on this case for two weeks when they finally got Brian's location and enough proof for an arrest.

Hotch was now chasing the unsub through a maze of alleyways. The thoughts of all the grief stricken families fueled the Unit Chief's intentions of capturing this man. Brian rounded a corner then stopped when he realized that he took a dead end. He didn't bother turning around when he heard footsteps come to a halt behind him.

Hotch kept his firearm focused on the man in front of him.

"'Bout time you caught me." Brian said smugly.

"Brian Jefferson, keep your hands where I can see them." Hotch demanded sternly. Brian obeyed.

"Hands on the wall." Hotch ordered. Brian slowly leaned forward and placed his hands flat against the brick wall. The profiler cautiously advanced towards him.

"You gonna cuff me now?" Brian smirked. Hotch ignored him and reached behind him. Snatching his handcuffs in his fingers he tugged on them only for them to stay where they were.

Hotch raised an eyebrow when he gave another pull. His restraints refusing to budge. Giving one more tug, the BAU leader suddenly realized with horror what the problem was.

His handcuffs weren't hanging on the small hook like they should be, rather than that, they were attached to the belt loop on his pants.

Hotch gave another desperate pull with no avail. Brian dared to look back and snickered.

"Cuffs stuck?" He smiled.

The Unit Chief muttered under his breath as he continued to free his stubborn restraints from his pants.

Brian took the opportunity to make an escape, but Hotch was fast enough to knock him to the ground and pin him there.

"We've been after you for two weeks! You're not getting away this time!"

RIP!

(Spencer Reid!)

Rossi, Morgan, Prentiss and Reid hopped out of their black 2007 Chevrolet Suburban 1500 when they spotted their boss approaching them, Brian in his possession.

Hotch was fuming they could tell. None of them blamed him though. They all wanted to catch this man, but Hotch had manged to do so on his own.

After handing Brian over to a couple of officers who then led him to one of the cruisers. Hotch went and sat down on one of the Suburban's rear bumpers.

Uh-oh. Rossi thought. Better go talk to him...

The Senior SSA took cautious steps towards the younger man before sitting down next to him.

David was tempted to ask Hotch what was the matter but he was sure he already knew the answer. Instead, he cut to the chase.

"Do you want to talk about it, Aaron?" He asked gently.

"No." Hotch gritted his teeth. Rossi wasn't fully convinced yet.

"Are you sure?" He tried again.

"Dave, I don't want to talk."

Rossi sighed. "Aaron, this job gets to us occasionally." The Unit Chief said nothing so he continued. "Sometimes we just need a break now and then."

Hotch still ignored him. It was then Rossi noticed that behind his co-worker, a chunk of his pants was missing. His eyes then fell onto Brian, still in the process of being led away, where a chunk of dark colored fabric was dangling from the handcuffs he was in. It all began to click in Rossi's mind and he grinned.

The veteran profiler tried hard not to laugh when he caught a glimpse of the BAU leader's smiley face boxer shorts, but a chuckle still managed to escape his lips. Aaron turned to glare at him, only making the situation funnier.

Dave finally lost it when Hotch started to pout.

The end!