A/N: I'd like to thank SALaurenReynolds, SSALaurenEaster and EmilyPrentissHotchner for being the only people who reviewed for chapter two. This story may not have a huge following, but three is better than none. I really appreciate the reviews.

Disclaimer: I own everyone else, but I don't own Jack and Aaron.

After the whole swimming fiasco, Hotch and Jack were now back on dry land. Hotch was now back in his swimming trunks. They were walking around on the beach until Jack spotted a group of children, sitting in a circle around an elderly man, who was playing an instrument that he didn't recognize.

"Daddy, that man's playing a very little guitar."

"That's not a guitar, Jack. That's a ukulele." Hotch corrected his son.

"Oh, I really like the sound of it. Is it okay if I go sit over there and listen?" Jack asked.

"It's okay with me. Just don't wander off too far. I'll be right here, standing, okay?"

"Okay, daddy. I won't go too far." Jack said as he happily made his way over to the group.

Jack sat down next to a little girl in a white dress with yellow flowers printed on it. The elderly man noticed him and smiled.

"Aloha there, little one. And who might you be?" The man continued to play the ukulele

"Jack Hotchner. I really like the sound of the music that you're playing. Is it okay if I sit here and listen to you?" Jack asked, silently hoping the man would allow him to stay.

"Of course you can stay. I play this music for all the children here. You're always welcomed to be here. You need not ask for permission."

"Thank you." Jack said.

"You're very welcome."

Hotch stood just a few feet away from the group, keeping an eye on Jack. Soon, he looked down and saw a large seashell at his feet. Kneeling down to pick it up, and idea had popped into his head. Standing back up with the shell in his hand, Hotch placed it next to his ear. When a young man walked by, Hotch held the seashell out and said, "Hey, sir! It's for you!"

The man laughed and said, "There's no one there. That's just a sea shell." He then continued to walk.

"Yes there is!" Hotch said. "Okay, I just tell them that you'll call back later!"

Moments later, a middle aged man and woman walked by and once again Hotch held the seashell to his ear and then out to the couple. "Here you go. It's for you."

The couple stared at him at first, and then began to laugh.

"Very funny, sir. We know there's no one talking on that thing." The man said.

"No, there really is someone talking in this thing! I can hear them talking and they really wish to speak with the two of you!"

"We may have had a lot to drink, but clearly not enough to believe that's a telephoned seashell." The woman said as she and the man walked away, still laughing.

"Do you want me to tell them that you'll call back later?!" Hotch asked, but received no reply. "Okay, I'll take that as a yes!"

After the man and woman had walked away, a young teenage boy had walked pass Hotch. On cue, Hotch placed the seashell next to his ear and held it out.

"Excuse me, young man. It's for you."

Much to Hotch's surprise, the teen actually took the seashell and placed it to his ear.

"Hello?" He said as he waited for an answer. A few seconds later, he handed the shell back to Hotch. "There isn't anyone there. All I hear is the ocean."
"Well that's strange. I heard someone talking. The call must have went dead. Maybe they'll call back later? If they do, I'll come and get you."

End of chapter three. Please leave a review. I'd really love to know what you all thought about it. Chapter four will be up soon.