It was a week later when Hotch heard a knock on his door and found Sarah on the other side. They smiled when greeting each other and Sarah laughed when a blonde little tyke rushed at her and gave her a hug.

"Sarah! Are we going to the park today?" he asked.

"Are we? Well, if you want to that'll be where we go," she smiled. "But you need to get fully dressed before we go, ok?"

"OK!" he shouted and rushed into his room.

Hotch let Sarah in. "Thank you for coming, I'll only be a couple of hours."

"Take all the time you need. I think we'll have fun."

"Here's a key, in case you come back before I do."

"Thanks." At this point Jack, who was now ready, ran out of his room, grabbed Sarah's hand and started to pull her toward the door. "I guess we'll see you later," she chuckled.

"Have fun," Hotch smiled gently.

"Bye daddy!" Jack called before closing the door.

It was almost dinner time when Hotch heard the door being unlocked. He looked up to see Jack and Sarah come in.

"Hello you two," he greeted. "Did you have fun at the park?"

"Did we ever?" Jack beamed.

"Why don't you tell me all about it during dinner? If you go and play I'll call for you when it's ready, ok?"

"OK!" Jack almost shouted and bounced off to his room.

"You must've had fun. Are those new clothes?" he looked at Sarah curiously.

"He had a little accident falling into a pool of mud."

"He did? Looks like you did too," he chuckled.

"Yeah, well, he was getting cold but insisted that he wanted to stay. So we went to the closest store, since it was closer than going back here, got him some clothes and went back," she explained. "Would you mind pointing me in the direction of your washing machine?" she asked holding up with bag she was holding that contained Jack's muddy clothes.

"You don't have-" Hotch started but then seemed to change his mind. "It's in the bathroom." He joined her in the bathroom a few moments later. "Here, borrow these and put your jeans in there too."

She looked at him for a long moment before accepting the sweats and thanked him. He left to finish dinner for him and Jack. She came back out, clad in his sweats, and reached for her jacket. "Thank you for letting me taking him out today," she said.

"Thank you for taking him," Hotch said. "You going somewhere?" he asked looking up at her as she was putting her jacket on.

"Home."

"Stay, there's enough for the three of us."

Sarah stared at him for a moment before smiling gently and nodding. "Thank you," she said and took her jacket off again.

"Jack?" Hotch called, "Dinner's almost ready."

"C'mon buddy," Sarah said when Jack came out of his room. "Let's go wash our hands."

"You staying for dinner?" Jack asked happily.

Sarah nodded and brought him to the bathroom. Hotch went to get them when he noticed they took longer than needed. The door was open but he stopped in the doorway when he heard them talking.

"I don't see why I have to wash my hands every day before dinner. Sometimes they're not even dirty!" Jack said his arms deep in the sink that was filled with water while Sarah was scrubbing his arms seemingly having found some more mud spots.

"You wanna know what my daddy told me when I said the same thing you did?"

"What did he say?" Jack said curiously.

"'It's so you can get a better grip'," Sarah said, smiling when Jack laughed.

They finished up and turned around to see Hotch. "A better grip?" he asked with a curious look when she was about to pass him.

She shrugged, "we ate a lot of stake and spare ribs."

Dinner went on smoothly with a lot of laughs and smiles when Jack was telling his dad everything that had happened while they were at the park. They finished dinner and ended up playing one of Jack's board games until it was time for him to go to bed.

Hotch came into the kitchen to see Sarah standing by the sink doing the dishes. "You don't have to do that," he said standing next to her.

"I wanted to," she shrugged, "grab a towel, would you?"

"Yes, ma'am,"

Sarah chuckled. "You're doing such a great job with that boy, Aaron," she said her voice serious. "He absolutely adores you. He left it out but he wouldn't stop talking about you when we were out today. 'My daddy likes' this, 'my daddy likes' that, 'he does' this and that." Hotch had a small smile on his face but stayed silent and they finished the dishes not much later. Sarah went to hang the laundry and sat down in the couch when she finished, tired but happy.

"Drink?" Hotch asked holding out a glass to her. She looked at the glass for a moment before taking it. "Alcohol-free," he told her as he sat down himself.

"You remember," she said with a smile.

He nodded and took a sip of his own drink that looked to be the same as hers.

They spoke for a few hours before she left.

A few weeks later Rossi looked up when Hotch came into the meeting room one morning.

"Since when are you late?" he asked.

"Maybe he got some nookie last night," Morgan said teasingly.

Hotch took his seat. "I was at the hospital, if you must know."

The atmosphere changed immediately. "Are you ok?" asked Garcia.

"I'm fine."

"Jack?" JJ asked concerned written all over her face.

"He's fine."

"Then who?" Emily asked.

"Sarah," he answered. "Someone spiked her drink the other night."

"Is she ok?" Morgan asked.

"She'll be fine. She embarrassed more than anything else at the moment."

"She called you?" Rossi asked a small smile playing on his lips.

"No. The only reason I found out was because she'd offered to take Jack yesterday but didn't show up." Seeing the looks on his team memeber's faces he knew they weren't going to let it go until they found out more. "I tried to get a hold of her but when she didn't answer I checked her apartment but she didn't answer so I called again and this time someone answered. Turned out to be her doctor. She'll be fine, let's get to work."

Hotch went back to the hospital that evening with the file she'd asked him to pick up for her. He gave it to her doctor before going in to see her.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" he asked sitting down next to her.

"Stupid, embarrassed and incredibly naseous."

He nodded appreciating her honesty. "Do you remember what happened?" he asked seeing the tired look on her face.

She nodded. "A couple of the girls and I went out to this club the other night. Not usually my thing but I thought it would be a good bonding experience or whatever. So, I went. We danced. A lot. So one of the girls ended up getting drinks. I told her non-alcoholic so when she handed me the drink I trusted that she'd listened. I took a sip and started to feel odd, I dismissed it as just being thirsty so I had another sip and that's when I knew that something wasn't right. I was having trouble breathing and my stomach started to cramp. Next thing I know I woke up in here and was told that you were in the waiting room. The girls came by and apologised. She'd just thought I didn't want alcohol because I didn't want to get drunk."

"She could've killed you," Hotch said.

"But she didn't."

"She almost did. The doctor told me it was touch and go for a while."

"Aaron, I'm fine," Sarah said putting her hand over his. "And I'd say to leave her alone because she's traumatised enough but my insurance company requires a police report."

He squeezed her hand. "Just don't do it again."

"I'll try not to. I'm usually so careful and you know that." Hotch nodded just as the doctor came in.

"I'm letting you go. Just wear this from now on," he handed her a Medical Alert bracelet stating her allergy.

"I will."

"Will you be all right to take her home Agent?" Hotch nodded, "Good. Keep an eye out for any more reactions. You're nausea will stay around for a while. I hope not to see you again," the doctor told Sarah with a smile and left.

Sarah fell asleep in Hotch's car but woke when he opened the door on her side. "What are we doing here?"

"You're staying with me and Jack for a while," he said firmly and with a look in her eye that told her there was no point in arguing. She nodded and let him help her out of the car and into the apartment. They ate and then went to bed, Hotch insisting on her taking his bed while he took the couch she argued but lost quickly.

It was early morning when Sarah came out from the bedroom a few days later and she saw Jack and Hotch already awake, sitting by the dinner table eating. Hotch got up and took out a plate for her and loaded some pancakes onto it.

"Smells really good," she said rubbing her stomach as she sat down. "What's this?" she asked when Jack pushed a wrapped package in front of her.

"Happy birthday!" he said with a big smile.

"How did you-" she looked at Hotch. "Medical file?" she asked and he nodded but didn't seem at all embarrassed about it.

"Open it!" Jack said excitedly.

"All right, all right, mister, hold your horses," she smiled and started to open the present. Inside she found a silver necklace. Her mouth opened as she took it out of its box. "It's beautiful," she said admiring the musical note hanging from the chain.

"I chose it," Jack said proudly.

"Come here, monster," Sarah said and he went around the table and she gave him a hug. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Can I go play now?" he asked.

"Of course you can, buddy," Hotch answered and Jack left. "Here, let me," he said and took the necklace from her.

"You didn't have to get me anything," she told him.

"I wanted to," he said simply as he put the necklace around her neck. She stood up when he finished and gave him a tight hug. The shock subsided quickly and he returned the embrace.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You're welcome. Now eat your breakfast before it gets cold." She nodded, sat down and ate while he took away Jack's plate.

They arrived at the BAU about an hour later. The rest of the team had presents for her as well. Hotch had apparently sent out a text that it was her birthday. She punched him, without force, in the arm but he could see that it was appreciated. She spent the day in the bullpen with Emily and Reid with paper work of her own. At lunch the team was called into a meeting and when they came out Hotch pulled her aside. "We've got a case in Detroit. Are you going to be ok?"

"I'll be fine."

"Jack's staying with Jessica," he said.

"Good. Now go catch some bad guys," she smiled.

"Are you sure you're ok?" he asked getting her to look at him.

"I'm fine, really. Stop worrying."

"Just a phonecall away," he said and she nodded saying that she knew. She gathered her things and left.