Chapter 47: Kiss
The boys were found with their ears pressed against the door, trying to listen in to whatever was happening in the basement. The door was sturdy and they couldn't really hear anything, but they still tried.
A hand went to each of their backs, making them jump.
"Why aren't you two outside doing the scavenger hunt?" Jessica asked them, inspecting them with narrowed eyes.
"We wanted water," Jack answered quickly.
"Yeah."
"And that brought you to the basement, why? There are drinks in the cooler and some on the table… On the other side of the house where the party is."
"I'm…" Jack was at a loss.
"Helping me look for my mom," Nate said. "I can't find her and… I need her."
"Is everything ok?" Jessica asked, concerned. Her eyes looked him over for any injury. Everything checked out.
"I just… missed her," Nate said. It wasn't a complete lie. Whenever he was away from her, he missed her, but this time, that had nothing to do with what they were doing.
Jessica looked at them again. She came there looking for Hotch. She hadn't seen him in a while, and she wanted to check and see when he wanted to do cake. The last place she knew he went was the basement, and, now as she looked for him, she found his son instead. His son who should be out enjoying his birthday party…
"Step away from the door," she told them with an authoritative stance.
The boys looked to each other, but held their ground temporarily, until Jessica moved forward and gently started to push them away.
"Please return to the party," she said. "The prizes are going to be awarded soon and then there will be cake."
They sighed and just hoped they bought their parents enough time to figure things out and, hopefully, do something about things. Honestly, they weren't sure what they wanted or what it meant, but they wanted Emily and Hotch to be more… together. Like together, together. They were all happier together… The boys were sure of that.
Jack and Nate both moved out of the way and allowed Jessica to unlock the door. It swung open, the hard wood banging against the wall. Heavy footsteps descended, moving toward the pair in the basement.
"What's going on?" Jessica asked.
"Jessica?" Hotch asked, unable to see who it was from that distance in the dark.
"Why is it so dark down here? Have you been down here the whole time?"
She moved closer. By the time they were in view, Hotch and Emily had separated themselves completely, no touching allowed. They were still too stunned about what happened and the intrusion left them no time to even ponder what it was.
Emily gently ran a thumb over her lip while Hotch responded, "Yes, we have."
"It's been over an hour," Jessica exclaimed, looking down to her phone screen. "Closer to two. And the prizes are outside. Did you guys even bother to find the fuse box?" She noticed the flickering light and turned on her phone's flashlight. "Is that a candle? And a… table? Flowers? What the hell is this? Are you guys on a date at your son's birthday?"
"No," they both answered.
"You are, aren't you?" She sounded disgusted. "What is wrong with you? This is a day about your son, not an excuse to get your ego boosted with secret basement rendezvous."
Emily laughed. She didn't mean for it to come out, but it escaped anyway.
"You think this is funny?" Jessica yelled.
"No… Well, yes. That's not what this is at all, Jessica. I can assure you of that."
"Then what is it? Please explain how this could be anything else?"
Her temper was only growing. Emily and Hotch shared a look. Emily didn't know what she should do. Her relationship with Jessica had been friendly, but clearly something had changed, and she didn't know Jess well enough to know how to handle this side of her. She was hoping that Hotch did.
Profilers or not, they were dealing with an upset family member and that made things unpredictable, especially when they could see there was something deeper going on.
"Jessica, we didn't set this up," Hotch stated.
"Well, I certainly didn't have this lying around. If you didn't, then who did? My husband isn't romantic enough for this, nor are my kids having secret basement dates."
"We don't know what happened," Emily chimed in. "We just did what you asked and came down here to get the prizes."
"Two hours ago," she yelled. Jessica was frustrated with the situation and confused by what was happening. There was a time and a place for things like this, and it wasn't at Jack's party.
"The door locked behind us. Neither of us had our phones, and no one could hear us call for help with the music."
"Everyone was out back anyway," Jess agreed, taking a calming breath as she thought that maybe she misjudged things. But the evidence was incriminating. Things still looked bad from her point of view. "That still doesn't explain how all of this got in here."
"We can't answer that either," Hotch said.
"Well, we have an idea," Emily corrected. "We think it was the boys."
Jess sighed and rolled her eyes, her hand dramatically pushing her hair back. "Of course, it was."
"What does that mean?" Emily asked, easily picking up on her short tone. "Seriously, Jessica. You've been rude to me all day. What is wrong? What did I do?"
"You know, I've always thought of you as a strong, independent, and caring woman. I never expected this from you. And I never expected you to play dumb either."
"Wait. What? What are you talking about Jessica?" Emily asked.
"I'm talking about Jack," she confessed, "And how you're all he can talk about. You're replacing my sister, but you are not his mother!"
Emily and Hotch both stood in a stunned silence, mouths ajar. That wasn't at all where they thought her anger was coming from. On the rare occasion she and Jessica needed to interact, they were cordial.
"Jessica…" Emily tried.
"I don't want to hear your denials. That boy adored his mother and he used to ask me about her all the time. He used to look forward to coming over here and spending time with us. It's not like that anymore," she stated, emotion playing. "You are all he talks about. You, Nate, and the time the four of you spend together."
Emily and Hotch looked to each other and then around for the boys. They suspected they were around, but they were long gone by then. As soon as Jessica's voice started getting louder, they ran not waiting to see what became of their little venture. Their parents went on a date, their idea of a date, anyway, and they hoped it did what they wanted.
"The power is on down here and the party is still going on out there. Hotch, you should head back," Emily suggested, temporarily ignoring Jessica.
"I should," he tried pointing to Jessica, but Emily cut him off.
"I have this handled. We're both adults. It will be fine."
"Are you sure?" he asked, though he knew what she would say. She wanted to talk with Jessica, but he didn't want Jessica to be rude to her. It wasn't Emily's fault.
"I'm sure."
With great hesitation, Hotch nodded and left the women to their own devices. He could only hope for the best. When he was up the stairs, Emily looked to Jessica's scowling face, her own arms crossed over her chest.
"I think we should talk."
"Maybe we should."
"Why don't you get whatever you need to off your chest? Then we can have a civil conversation."
"Fine," Jessica huffed. "I just don't think that this," she made a hand gesture, "whatever it is that you're doing with them, is fair to my family or to my sister."
"I'm not doing anything with them, Jessica. I am Hotch's friend. Our sons are friends. We live in the same building. We have a lot of history."
That set Jessica off on a tangent. Emily patiently listened and tried not to let what the other woman said get to her, but she couldn't help it. Some of her points were fair… And that bothered Emily. Were there things she was missing along the way? Had she caused some problems and confusion? All she knew was that she ended that conversation more confused than she started, but Jessica seemed appeased. Truthfully, Jessica wasn't upset with Emily. She was worried about Jack and Jack's feelings and how Emily and Nate both fit in. Emily could understand that.
While they were having their little pow wow, Hotch went in search of the boys. He didn't want to ruin Jack's party, but he wanted them to know that what they did was unacceptable. They couldn't make decisions for the adults.
"Am I in trouble?" Jack asked as soon as he spotted his father walking out of the house and toward him. He learned a lot about people from his father, and he learned a lot about his dad's looks. The one he had right now clearly said, "I know what you did." It was only a matter of time…
"Should you be?" Hotch responded.
"No?"
Hotch's brows furrowed.
"Maybe," Jack corrected, bowing his head a little.
"You and I are going to have a talk later, but it can wait. Right now, enjoy your party."
"Thanks, Dad. Tell Emily not to be too hard on Nate. I put him up to it."
Hotch was surprised how easily Jack gave up his role in everything. His son knew exactly what was wrong without him saying one thing about it.
"Where is Nate?"
"Trying to find the last clue for the scavenger hunt. You really have been gone a while."
"Whose fault is that?" Hotch asked.
Jack shrugged. "Did you at least have a good time?"
Hotch sighed and declined to answer. "We'll talk when we get home."
"Dad…"
"Go party, Jack. Finish the hunt so we can do cake and presents."
"Fine," he said, huffing away, not thrilled by the answer or lack thereof.
Hotch took a moment to just take everything in. The day went from normal excitement to crazy. Jessica had gone crazy, their children were scheming romantics, and he and Emily kissed… They kissed… What the hell did it all mean?
"You ok, Hotch?" JJ asked, coming up to him.
"What? Yeah. I'm fine. Thanks."
"Where have you been?" She looked around. "Where's Emily?"
"She's… helping Jessica. We were both locked in the basement. Neither of us had our phones."
"Really?" she asked, concerned. "You're both fine, though?"
"We're fine. We just spent a lot of time trapped in the dark. Somehow, power was out down there." Which reminded him that he needed to have a conversation with a certain tech analyst that he suspected may have been an accomplice.
"That's crazy. We were about to send out a search party."
"How have things been out here? No hiccups?"
"No. The kids are all having fun. The adults are getting along and chatting. Food is good. The party is a success."
"Good. I… I think I'm going to go get the cake set up. Can you let everyone know Em and I are fine?"
"Sure," JJ said. "But are you? Really? You seem… off."
"I'm fine."
Just shaken a bit… confused really. He was trying very hard not to read into it or even think about it, but he couldn't help it. The kiss was on his mind.
"Stop it," he yelled at himself before immersing himself back into the party and mingling with some of Jack's friends' parents. As much as he wanted to ponder the kiss, what it meant, and where it could have gone, he had to be present for his son.
Emily, meanwhile, was returning to the team.
"Missing something?" Pen asked, holding up Emily's purse when the brunette seemed to be searching for something.
"Yes. Thanks."
She took her purse from her friend.
"I've been looking for this."
"Is that where you've been?" Penelope asked, feigning ignorance.
"Oh Penelope," Emily sighed. "I think you know exactly where I've been."
"What? Who? Me? No… Not a clue."
"Pen…"
"Seriously, no clue," she said, hands up in surrender. "Hmm, I think I hear my chocolate thunder calling. Ta-ta. Talk soon."
Penelope ran off, and Emily was left with her thoughts, Jess's voice running through her mind. Why? Why was any of this happening? They had a good thing going? When did that seem to change for everyone around them without either of them realizing?
A hand on her shoulder made her jump.
"Damn it," she hissed.
"Jumpy," Dave said. "Everything ok?"
"Everything's fine."
"You look a little lost."
"Really… I'm fine."
"Where have you been? You and Hotch disappeared for a while."
"We were locked in the basement. The door got stuck or something and the lights weren't working down there," she said. "We're fine, but no one could hear us, so we were down there a while."
He looked at her, trying to read her. He couldn't seem to, but he could tell there was more to the story.
"Anything else happen?"
"No."
"What did you do down there?"
"We just talked. Mostly about the kids. What else were we supposed to do?"
She wasn't acting like herself which Dave wanted to question, but the whole group showed up and he didn't want to do it in front of them. That feeling was compounded when they all asked Emily the same question. She repeated the same line verbatim and they could see Penelope's bashful smirk. She was up to something. But all Emily was thinking about was getting out of there.
She loved Jack and she wanted to celebrate, but she needed to have a talk with Nate and ponder the day's events alone, without her friends snooping and wondering what was going on. Hotch was feeling much the same way. Thankfully, though, he had party things to keep him occupied and make the day move more quickly.
The scavenger hunt ended. The top finishers won little prizes. From there, they moved on to cake and presents. Everyone sang happy birthday and dug in before Jack was able to start unwrapping. Cute little Chelsea gave him a homemade card that, to Jack, eclipsed his actual present from her. He was gleeful, as any child would be, as he continued to open all his gifts. His drone from Nate made his day. Nate was equally as excited and made it clear they were going to play together the first chance they got. Emily was sure that meant first thing in the morning, Nate would be pouncing on her bed, waking her up like it was Christmas morning, yelling "time to play."
It was nice to see Jack and the hoard of children surrounding him all having a great time. That didn't mean that the adults weren't happy when it was over. It had been a long day; fun, but long. JJ and Will bowed out once Michael was down for the count. Henry put up a fight, but the promise of a playdate with Nate and Emily soothed him. Emily was excited for that too.
As the party emptied out, Jack and Nate were still playing, testing out some of his new toys with his cousins. That left the adults congregating uncomfortably.
"I think it's time for us to go," Emily told Hotch.
It was the first time they were alone since being locked in the basement and, while they too needed to talk, there was neither the time nor place for that.
"I'd offer to stay and help, but…" she pointed to Jessica who was walking about, keeping an eye on them. "I just think it's best that I don't."
"I understand. We have it covered," Hotch said. "Thanks though."
Hotch saw Jessica eyeing Emily and pretending she wasn't picking up around them in attempt to eavesdrop.
"What did she say to you?" he asked her.
"Jessica? Nothing," Emily was quick to say. "We just had a chat. That's all."
"It was more than that."
"We… cleared the air. Everything's ok. Really."
"Should I be upset with her?"
"No, Hotch. Don't be. It was a good talk…" Kind of. "No reason to be upset."
"Seems like maybe there is," he pointed out. "Especially if you feel uncomfortable around her."
"It's not that. It's just… I think, no matter how good the talk, Jessica and I will forever remain just acquaintances. I don't want to push it. I think I just rub her the wrong way, which is why it's best if Nate and I don't stay."
"If that's it, then fine, but if this is about," he left it open-ended, his hand gesturing between the two of them.
"It's not. I promise it's not."
"Good… Good because I don't want things to be weird."
"They won't be," she assured him, but she was wrong. They would come to learn that. "We better go. I'm going to have a problem pulling Nate away. We can… We can talk later," she suggested.
"Absolutely. Later. Thanks for coming, and for all the help."
"No problem."
They shared an awkward hug, both moving in the same direction and not in their same easy symbiosis. There was a shift in their interactions. Everything was off balance.
"Nate," Emily called. "Time to go."
He put up a fight, but Emily pulled the mom card and put her foot down. The party was over, and she was anxious to talk to Nate about the rights and wrongs of budding in. What he did probably sprung from good intentions, but was out of bounds, and that was what Hotch and Emily both told their kids.
Hotch asked Jack why he did it.
"I just… Wanted you to be happy," Jack responded.
"I am happy."
"I guess. I know I make you happy and your work makes you happy, but you're alone. One day not too long from now, I'm going to be old and living on my own at school or something and you're going to be here all by yourself. I don't want that."
Neither do I, he thought.
"I won't be, Jack, and I never want you to worry about me."
"You're my dad, Dad," Jack said. "Worry comes with the territory. Besides, you don't date. How are you ever going to find someone if you don't date?"
"I date."
"No you don't. Other than Beth forever ago, you really haven't. You don't so that you can spend more time with me and because you're worried about me, but you don't need to. And… Well, Emily makes you happy. You act like you're married already. You have fun with her… We all have fun together. I thought that… I thought you could be a good fit. It couldn't hurt to at least try."
Hotch laughed and patted his son on the back.
"That's a nice thought, Jack, and I appreciate that you were thinking about me and what would make me happy," he paused. "But that's not your job. Your job is to be a kid and live your own life. Let me live mine the way I want to."
"Alone," he added.
"Not alone, just dating and meeting people without your help. It was a nice thought, but I'm asking you not to do that again. It was inappropriate, and you put the two of us in an awkward situation. We were supposed to be helping with and enjoying your party, not locked in the basement. Your aunt was not happy. I also don't appreciate that you recruited my colleague to help you and Nate with your little plan."
"Come on, Dad. That just means that there are a lot of people who believe this is something that should happen. Maybe you should think on that."
"Did you turn 13 and then just magically become the dating and life guru?"
"I do have a girlfriend and you don't," Jack pointed out making his father sigh.
Hotch barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. That was not a fact that was helping his case, Hotch thought. Jacks' version of a girlfriend was very much just that: a girl who was a close friend. In that respect, Emily was already his version of Chelsea.
"While that may be true, I have lived and made my own decisions perfectly fine on my own. Leave these things to me."
"Fine."
Hotch believed that Jack got the hint. The boy knew not to get involved again unless asked, and Hotch believed he would stick with that.
"One more question," Hotch said. "Why now?"
"Because this could be your last chance with her," he plainly stated. "Nate told me she was dating some guy… And he didn't like it."
Uh oh… Hotch thought. Emily and Nate had a whole separate conversation they had to have.
That was more accurate than he thought.
After Emily had a very similar conversation with Nate, Scott happened to come up in topic. She just finished reprimanding Nate and telling him that butting in, no matter the good intention, was not ok. Her life was her life, and while she would always make decisions with him in mind, he couldn't make those choices for her. He accepted that, apologized even. He didn't mean to overstep, but he did what he thought was a nice thing.
"Is that why you did it? You thought it would be nice for Hotch and me to be together?"
"Well… yeah. I love Hotch and Jack. So do you," Nate said. "We could be a real family."
"Oh Nate… I know you want that again, and I wish I could give you that, but we are a different kind of family. It doesn't make us less of a family just because Hotch and I aren't together."
"But if you were, then Jack would be my brother."
"He can still be that to you. He is like that already."
"Not if you marry someone else."
"Honey, I'm not marrying anyone."
"What about Scott?" he asked, catching Emily off guard.
"Scott? I'm not marrying him."
"But you're dating him."
"Who told you that?" she asked.
He shyly looked away.
"I heard you talking to him at night. You went to your room and I heard you."
"You were listening in."
"No… I just heard," he responded. "You were talking loud."
She wasn't, she knew, but she wasn't planning on correcting him. His eavesdropping wasn't the biggest issue at play.
"I'm not in a relationship with Scott, Nate."
"You're not?"
"No. We have been talking, but that's it."
"You're lying. You've been on a date with him. I overheard Penelope and JJ talking."
"Clearly, we're going to have to have another talk about eavesdropping and how that leads to misunderstandings, but right now, I want to know why you thought it would be a good idea for you to set up a date with Hotch if you thought I was dating someone else."
"I don't want you to date Scott. I don't want someone else to take you away from me."
And that was the real problem, Emily learned. He was afraid to lose her when he only just got her in his life. Not lose her in the death sense, but he was afraid to lose her to someone else.
"You never have to worry about that."
"Yes I do. What if you get married and have babies? Then you'll love them more."
"That's not possible."
"Yes it is," he defiantly said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"My sweet boy," Emily told him, pulling him into a hug. "Even if I one day got married and, by some slim chance, had another child, that wouldn't change anything between us. You are the one person I never knew I needed in my life. I spent years wondering about who you were becoming and what you were like. Now that I have you with me, there is no one and no thing that can take you away. No matter what or who comes along, you and I are stuck together. I promise you that."
"You can't be sure."
"I can," she promised. "You are my number one guy, Nate. No one will take your place or take you away from me. I can promise you that, if I ever get to the point where I may be close to marrying someone, then I will make sure you're comfortable with that too."
"Really?"
"Absolutely, Nate. Having you in my life has changed me. It has made me better. You have made me better. Whatever I do, I just want you to be happy. While sometimes it may feel like it, I won't ever do anything that would intentionally make you unhappy. Some decisions will be out of my control, and you may hate some of the choices I do make, but, Nate, I love you more than anything, and I don't want you to ever feel like I don't."
"I just… I want you to be happy, Mom, but I'd really like you to be happy with someone who loves me too," he said, sounding much wiser than his years should have allowed.
Hearing him say that only compounded the day's emotions, making her more confused. Between what Jessica told her, her own feelings, and Nate's emotions… She was internally combusting.
"We don't have to worry about that right now, ok? I wouldn't be with anyone who doesn't care about you or that makes you uncomfortable. Just know that."
"Alright," he said, shrugging.
"We can come back to this later, but eventually, both your father and I are going to date, and people may come into your life. You may not like these people, and if you don't or you feel uncomfortable, you can voice that. Tell us. But please give them a shot. You can't just hate them because they're new or you feel like they're stealing us. I want to know if you're uncomfortable, but I want you to give them a chance, too."
"I guess I can try… But does it have to be with Scott?"
"You barely know him."
"I don't want to."
"Nate, we just talked about this."
"I know… I'll give people a chance, but why does it have to be him?"
"Why not him?"
"I don't want to be Wyatt's brother."
"Wow, Nate, you're really rushing any relationship I may or may not have right to the end point. Scott and I are not dating. We are friends, and you are friends with Wyatt, so we will see each other. Don't be rude to him or you will get in trouble. But rest assured, as of now, we're not dating."
They weren't, and she didn't know when or who she would date, but Nate sure gave her a lot more to think about.
"I think I'm all talked out, Nate. Do you have anything else you need to say?"
"I'm sorry," he told her.
"Thank you. I appreciate that. I hope you understand why what you did was wrong. I'm not going to punish you this time but remember this talk next time you think about doing something like this."
"I will."
"Ok. Why don't you go get a game for us? We can play something while the movie marathon is happening."
He nodded and headed to his room. He thought about asking to invite Jack and Hotch, but he knew that would have been a bad idea. Instead, he just enjoyed the evening having his mother all to himself. They played a long game of Monopoly. Emily let him win but put up a "good fight" to make it believable. They didn't talk about Jack or Hotch or dating. They just talked and played and watched movies. They were in their own little bubble for the night and it was just what they needed, but soon enough it was back to the real world.
Emily kept to herself for the rest of the weekend. When Nate asked if he could go see Jack and play with their drones, Emily said yes, but that they could only go in the backyard where she could see them from the back window.
"You're not going to come?" he asked.
"I have some grading to finish, but I can see you from the window in the office. I'll be keeping an eye out. Ask if Jack can play and if he can't, come right back home, ok?"
"Alright."
"Take your phone in case you need help. No chasing the toy if it goes over the fence."
"I won't, Mom," he huffed, grabbing his things and heading to Hotch's apartment.
Being alone with her thoughts really made her concentrate on the kiss. It was a good kiss… But why? Why did it happen? Did she initiate it? Did she want it to happen? What did it mean? Where did they go from there? Hotch was asking himself the same questions. A door was opened by their children that they had never dared to unlock, and now they didn't know what to do about it.
On one hand, it could mean something great for the two of them. Both found each other attractive, their personalities worked well together, and they knew each other. They already had the friendship part down. They already knew that their kids got along. They would not have to waste time learning each other's baggage. Everything was already out in the open.
On the other hand, the entire course of their relationship would be upended if they decided to peruse that kiss at all. There were repercussions to consider. There were things to think about beyond their own feelings, but that was a big part of it all. What were they feeling?
Was whatever they were feeling enough to risk what they already had to try for more? Was that just greedy?
Neither was ready to answer those questions. They both needed a moment to figure it out. Emily, though, was stuck on what Jessica said to her. It wasn't that the woman was aggressive or angry, it was just that she shed some light on things that Emily and Hotch hadn't realized and that were never as relevant as they were then.
"I'm sorry about how I've been acting," Jessica said after explaining how she was feeling about Emily's place in Jack's life, seemingly taking over the mother figure role.
It was a lot for her. She didn't like the feeling that her sister was being forgotten by her son. That wasn't what was happening, but it felt like that sometimes.
"But there is something you need to realize," Jessica continued. "Whether you admit it or not, you and Aaron have set yourself up as a family. There's nothing wrong with that, but you're messing with those boys' heads. They view you both as a unit. They look to you both for guidance."
"We're not in a relationship, Jessica," Emily told her, seeing where the woman was taking the conversation.
"Maybe, maybe not. That's part of the problem, though, isn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"I think that you guys are spending an awful lot of time together. The boys are close, the parents are close… It's working for you, but it's creating the illusion of a family unit that is giving Jack false hope."
"What false hope?"
Jessica sighed. "I'm sad that one day Jack will have someone in his life he may consider a mother and that won't be Haley. In all honesty, I wouldn't mind if it was you. But before any of that, you and Aaron have some things to figure out. If the boys are scheming to create date nights for you, perhaps they have a reason to think it's warranted, and maybe you and Aaron should think about what signals you're giving the kids."
"But we're not dating."
"Like I said, maybe you are, maybe you aren't, but appearances send one message and what you're saying sends another."
"And what is the subliminal message that we're unintentionally sending?" Emily asked.
"You're telling people that you're off limits, that the four of you are one unit, that you rely on each other, love one another, and can't be messed with. You're saying you're a family. And you are, but, more than that, you're showing your kids that you are both in charge, a pair, like a mom and a dad to both of them. You co-parent really. With the amount of time you spend together and with Jack staying with you and Nate staying with Aaron, that makes sense. But one day, if you truly have no feelings for each other, people are going to come into your lives, a boyfriend that turns into a husband or a girlfriend that turns into a wife… And that's going to get confusing for the boys. They're going to lose their foundation, their consistency. So, the two of you need to figure this out, whatever it is, and start preparing those kids for either alternative or they're not going to know what hit them."
Jessica patted Emily's arm.
"Good luck with that… But don't hurt my nephew. He has been through enough."
"I… I wouldn't dream of it."
"I actually believe you. But sometimes we hurt people without meaning to. You and Aaron are on a collision course that you have the power to fix before it gets messy. I suggest you do."
Jessica was right. They set themselves up for this and now they were more confused than ever.
So, so much more to come. Hang in there Hotchniss fans…