"Excuse me?" a young boy, looking fifteen years old at the oldest, stood at the corner of Dr. Spencer Reid's desk. "Are you know Aaron? Hotchner?"
"I do, he's, uh, my supervising agent. Do you need to leave a message for him or-"?
"I need to see him", the boy interjected. He kneeled onto the ground and pulled several large envelopes out of his dirty backpack and handed them out to Spencer. The agent noticed various articles being pushed back into the bag after the boy fished the files out. "My name is Rory. I'm fourteen years. I need to see my dad."
"Your father? I'm sorry but we don't accept cases like this. You'll have to go through local law enforcement, there's a whole process, I'm sorry", Spencer looked at the folders in his hands and back at the boy, not putting two-and-two together.
"But you said you know him?" Rory's face dropped. "I need to talk to him. This- this isn't a case."
The boy was growing increasingly more agitated, which the agent noticed before his angry teenage boy hormones got to him. "I can take you to his office, but he's in a meeting and I'm not sure when he'll be back in."
"That's okay, I just wanna meet him."
A boy with messy, slightly overgrown dark hair, piercing dark eyes, and scrapes and bruises on his knees and elbows sat in the chair in front of S.S.A. Aaron Hotchner's desk. He was fitted with shorts that didn't quite fit his oddly lanky frame, mucky Doc Martens, a grossly oversized hoodie, and a backwards facing baseball cap.
The hopeful boy looked up as the office door slowly opened and he was pulled from his conversation with Dr. Reid.
"Are you Aaron?"
"I'm S.S.S. Aaron Hotchner. And you are?" the man looked confused, but otherwise, nearly exactly like the man Rory had seen pictures of.
"My name is Rory", the boy fished a somewhat-faded folded up picture out of his shorts pockets and held it out to him, giving him a crooked smile. The picture was of a younger, happier looking Aaron Hotchner, beaming while embracing a woman. Rory's mother. "My mom said that I'd meet you here."