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Chapter 3 – Post Game

More hands shot up as Hotch finished telling the students about Charles Holcomb, the "house cleaner" unsub the BAU had helped Kansas City police stop. Cait stepped in, "I know all of you would like to hear more from Agent Hotchner, but we only have five minutes of class time left and I need to go over some things."

"First, be fully prepared to discuss tomorrow what we heard here today. I want to hear your insights about the cases Agent Hotchner discussed." As she went on, Hotch looked at his watch and was astonished at how quickly the time had passed. The students were very engaging and he had enjoyed himself more than he ever expected. He could understand why Dave looked forward to coming.

"Finally," Cait continued, "on behalf of all of us, I'd like to thank you Agent Hotchner for joining us today. It was a great insight into the psychology of the criminal minds you and your team deal with. And we'd also like to thank all of you for the difficult job you do in protecting all of us. Any final thoughts you'd like to share?"

"I would just like to say that I enjoyed this very much today and I hope someday I will be invited back. Thank you for having me. And if any of you are interested in a possible career with the Bureau, please visit ."

"See you all tomorrow," Cait said as the students gave Hotch a warm round of applause before gathering up their things to leave. She walked over and offered her hand.

"You did a wonderful job. Thank you," Cait said as Hotch accepted the hand shake.

"You're welcome. I meant want I said. I can see now why Dave enjoys this so much. I wish I could be here tomorrow to hear what they have to say," Hotch said as he nodded towards the students leaving the lecture hall. "They are extremely knowledgeable. They must have an excellent professor."

"Thank you," Cait replied. "However, as an educator, I feel it's my job to open their minds and plant the seed. What takes root is entirely up to them. And as far as tomorrow's class, I can have a grad assistant tape it and my secretary can transpose it. I can email it to you if you'd like."

"Yes, I'd like that very much. You better send it to Dave as well. He won't believe me when I tell him the students paid attention to my droning."

Cait laughed. "You don't think I'll get a phone call asking for a round by round description?" Hotch added his own laugh as Cait added, "Do you have a business card?" as they walked through the hallways.

Hotch got out his credentials and handed it to her. "May I get one of yours as well?"

"Certainly. I have them in my office," as Cait guided Hotch through the halls back to her office.

"You were right about Mikey. She has her own way of thinking."

"Yes she does," Cait answered. "However, she feels hers is the only way and isn't too accepting of a different opinion. That does not serve her well in this field. As you know, it's not black and white."

"That's true. The mind of a criminal is a broad canvas."

"I like to tell my students the psychology of the criminal mind is like a cake. All the different ingredients are what make the final product." They entered into the Psychology Department and went to Cait's office.

"That's a great analogy. My son is beginning to ask more questions about 'my' bad guys I get. I could use that with him," Aaron said as he accepted his coat that Cait had taken off the hanger. She took her coat down and walked over to her desk. Opening a drawer, she pulled out a business card and wrote a number on the back. "My cell number," she explained as she handed him the card. She grabbed her purse and set it on top of the desk. She put a white scarf around her neck and then added her wool grey coat that seemed to Hotch to perfectly offset her dark hair. A psychology professor with fashion sense went further against his profile.

"Did you park where Dave usually does?" Cait queried.

"Yes."

"Good. Mind if I walk down with you?"

"Not at all." They continued their discussion about the class and the students, with Hotch mentioning two that he felt might have the possibility of joining the BAU someday, if they so desired.

As Aaron held the door open for Cait as they exited the building, she said, "Do you mind if I tell them that?"

"Please. Has Dave given you the card of our Communication Coordinator?" Hotch said as he pulled his overcoat a little tighter around him. For a November day in northern Virginia, the weather was cold and damper than normal.

"You mean JJ? No he hasn't."

As he reached again for his credentials, Hotch smiled, "You really do know too much about my team. Here's her card. If they want more information about the Bureau, have them contact her and she'll send them a detailed information packet," handing the card to Cait. They continued to walk together.

"Here's my ride," Hotch said as they reached the black SUV. Hotch added, "Are you heading to another class?"

"No, I'm going to have a quick bite to eat in the Student Union," Cait said, pointing to the building across the street. "Would you like to join me?"

Hotch looked at his watch and said, "I really should be getting back."

"The BAU can't spare you for a half hour more?" From what Dave had told her about Aaron Hotchner, Cait's competitive nature kicked in and she wanted to challenge the work alcoholic agent.

Hotch dug out his phone and looked at his messages. There was only one from JJ that came during the lecture. Since there wasn't a follow-up text message to indicate on urgent matter, Hotch shrugged. "I guess they can live without me for a little while longer."

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