Regina stared into her coffee, thinking. She had told no one about what had been left to her in her grandmother's will; told no one about the cuts on her arm. She had been keeping busy with work. Now was the only time when she had a moment to take a breath: holding a cup of coffee, waiting for a distraught mother's voice to come on over the intercom, pleading for her daughter's safe return to her.
Hotch came up and stood behind her. "You ok?"
"This is sick."
Hotch nodded. "I hear ya."
"Who'd do something like this?" Hotch glanced over at her. "I mean I know who'd do something like this... but... Do you ever wonder why? I mean I know... broken home... unloved... violence was all they ever knew..." Regina rubbed her eyes. "I don't know... I guess I'm just tired." She sighed and drank her coffee. "Doesn't it make you sick?"
"Yes."
"Right... the kid thing probably makes it worse."
"What happened to your face?" Regina looked up and instinctively reached for where her father's hand had struck her.
"Nothing... It's complicated."
The woman's voice sounded through the intercom, begging for her daughter to be brought back to her.
When she had finished, Hotch turned to Regina. "Why haven't you had any kids, Regina?"
Taken aback, Regina hesitated. "I dunno... I guess I just... I want kids, i just... I'm more fun aunt then cool mom."
"I think you could do it."
"Well, don't hold your breath." She turned away from him and smiled. "Nervous?"
"About what?"
"The infamous David Rossi... I can't wait to meet him."
Hotch glanced at Regina and smiled, glad for the distraction from the thoughts of Jack being taken from him.