Hey all, sorry I took so long to get this out….'specially to those of you who asked for it. I've been sick, I seem to have a brief reprieve tonight, and got this up and posted. I will get back to writing as soon as I can, but right now, just sick…and for some reason I still don't own criminal minds, or the characters, make no claims, make no money and all that kind of good things.

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"Jack?"

The little boy looked up at his father. He still had streaks from the tears of ealier, and looked nervous, almost comically like Spencer as he chewed his bottom lip. Jack raised his wide eyes and looked up at Aaron Hotchner.

Hotch sat down awkwardly, this was awkward and embarrassing and humiliating for both himself and Spencer, Spencer had brought this on them, but he Aaron, had agreed to it. Worse it was awkward and embarrassing for Jack—if he could avoid making it any worse for the boy it would be a relief to all involved.

Aaron looked away, then down at his knees, he knotted his fingers together. "I'm sorry. Spencer and I are sorry you saw what you saw."

Jack looked sideways at Aaron. "I know."

"And you did the right thing."

Jack looked at Aaron with the widest eyes Aaron had seen in a while.

"I told you to call Uncle Morgan any time someone was hurting Spencer or me, and you did that."

Aaron stared straight across the room.

"Daddy?"

Oh no, here it came.

"Was that sex?"

Jack had, mercifully mimicked his father's stare across the living room.

"No."

"Were you hurting Spencer on purpose?"

"WE, I, Spencer and I…." Aaron was at a complete loss for words. And he didn't know where Spencer was, and he had hurt Spencer—on purpose.

"Were you playing?" Jack had looked over, directly at Aaron.

Aaron Hotchner took a deep breath. His son should consider a career in law, his cross-examination skills were aggressive and spot on. At least Aaron wasn't being led, he hoped he wasn't being led.

"It's a type of playing." Aaron was acutely aware that he had told Jack it was never ok to hurt anyone when you were playing.

"And Spencer got hurt?"

An attorney, Jack should definitely be an attorney, Aaron was quite sure he was going to have to confess to something to get out of this.

"Daddy, you said," every parent dreaded 'you said', but in this context, oh dear, Aaron wasn't quite sure what stupid thing he had said earlier.

"You said sex was a special kind of playing that only adults can do, and"

Aaron Hotchner closed his eyes, hadn't he already denied this was sex? which wasn't quite true, but wasn't better than the truth?

"and that they sometimes take their clothes off, and close the door, and that only two people can do it, and that they have to love each other."

What Aaron heard was, ' Is it true that you said, in an earlier statement' definitely an attorney, probably a prosecutor.

"And you and Spencer love each other? Daddy?"

Aaron was taken aback, why would Jack think otherwise? Oh, that's right, here it came.

"You said we never hurt the people we love. Spencer said we sometimes hurt the people we love by accident."

Oh, here it came now.

"Was it an accident?"

'And,' thought Aaron to himself, 'the prosecution rests its case'.

"WE," Aaron paused staring at a rather disheveled Spencer stepping into the room.

"We are very sorry, Jack. That was something private between me and your father, and you should never have had to see it. Yes it was sex, yes it was playing, it was the kind of playing where someone can get hurt, and we should have been more careful. And Jack, this kind of thing is personal, and private, and could you promise me and your Dad that you won't tell anyone else about this? Like a secret? And we'll talk more about it later?"

"Like Hockey?"

Spencer looked puzzled, the smiled, "Yeah, like hockey, except it's a secret."

"'Kay." Jack nodded with the definite air of a boy who was finished with a conversation.

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Jack lay in bed and played with the keys on his emergency phone. Spencer had said he could have "angry birds", that would be nice, maybe they could do that tomorrow. He continued to fiddle. He really hadn't thought that his Dad and Spencer would have sex—It was disgusting—and somebody could get hurt. And they had asked him to keep a secret—about sex—which his Dad said he should never do. He ran the conversation with his Dad though his head, they had this one often, not every day, but often.

'Are adults ever allowed to ask you to keep secrets?' No.

'Are adults ever allowed to ask you to keep secrets about sex?' No.

'Not even adults you know and like, even family are allowed to ask you to keep that kind of secret.' Yes.

'Not even if they promise you something in exchange. Giving you something to not tell called a bribe, and it isn't a present.' Did angry birds count?

'You have to tell either me, or Spencer or Aunt Jessica; OK Buddy?"

Jack had solemnly nodded and promised; not thinking this problem would ever come up, Dad worried about him all the time, bad things happened, but Dad worried more than bad things really happened. And Dad said he did the right thing calling Uncle Morgan, and maybe he needed to do the right thing no matter what, 'cause Dad always did the right thing no matter what.

'Aunt Jessica's number is…' Dad had prompted him. '3.'

Jack fiddled with the phone. He looked at the number three. He couldn't very well tell Dad and Spencer he didn't know what to do, and Dad had said 'specially if it was someone in your family that you trusted, and Dad had said they would never be angry if he told about that sort of secret, and he had to tell that sort of secret. "Adults are never allowed to ask you to keep a secret." Jack worried for another moment. He hid his head under the blankets and pressed the number 3.

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