Disclaimer: I'm still totally d'owning CM. And now I'm d'owning The Man from Memphis and Lady Gaga too! Fancy that :O

Author's note: The songs Hotch listens to is: Are You Lonesome Tonight, She's Not You, Can't Help Falling In Love With You and King Of The Whole Wide World.

Hotch had been up to his neck in paperwork. After JJ left the amount of papers ending in his inbox grew and today he hadn't really had his mind in it. Halfway through a report he glanced at his watch and felt his heart sink.

5.27 p.m.

He had grabbed as many sheets of papers as he could stuff under his arm and rushed through the bullpen and to the elevator.

As he flew past the other agents shot each other understanding glances. When the team was out on a case Hotch would be the first to rise and the last to bed at home he left around 5 everyday so he could pick up Jack. Or he tried to. In fact Hotch almost running towards the elevator was an increasingly common sight. Today he was rather late though.

Hotch fumbled with his keys at the car and swore under his breath. Finally getting in the car and leaving the parking lot to the kindergarten didn't make him feel relieved. The traffic was horrible. When Hotch realized he was stuck he was 10 minutes late to pick up Jack. He swore out loud and went through his briefcase in the search of his cell phone. It wasn't there. Hotch banged his hands on the steering wheel. And remembered that his phone was in his pocket. Swearing he pulled it out an went through his history to find the number to the kindergarten. He found it. He pulled the green button. The phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello, this is Aaron Hotchner. My son is still in your care and right now I'm stuck in traffic. I'm trying my best to get out of here but I don't know what's going on."

"Oh, Mr. Hotchner. This is Annie Adams from this morning. Actually Jack is the only kid left."

Hotch's heart fluttered then tightened as the woman the woman on the phone spoke to him.

"I'm awfully sorry, but I just don't know when I can be there."

"Hmm. Does Jack have a key to your house?"

"Uhm, well, yes, he has."

"Perfect, then I will take Jack home to your place and stay with him until you get home."

"You really don't have to do that Ms. Adams, it might only take 15 or 20 minutes."

"And it might take several hours. None of us know and it is more convenient for the both of us if Jack and I go to your house." Hotch could hear her go through some papers. Around him people started to use their horns as nothing happened. "You know, it's actually on my way home. And it is absolutely NO problem whatsoever!"

"Well..." He didn't really feel safe letting a stranger into his house. But he had chosen exactly that kindergarten because of the thorough check they put their employees through. "I guess if you insist."

"Perfect! I'll take Jack home and you just take your time – a federal officer shouldn't speed. We'll see you later."

The line went silent.

Leaned back heavily and sighed. This was just perfect. He had so little time with his son and now he had to spend an unknown amount of it stuck in traffic. Stupid city. At least he was sure that Jack got home and perhaps that Annie woman would even feed him. At least Jessica made sure his fridge was always full. And the condo was pretty neat.

Hotch turned on his car radio.

"... are working to move the truck. The crash has caused the entire flow of traffic out of Quantico to come to a halt, but dear listeners, know that it is only a question of minutes before you can start moving again! Meanwhile Lady Gaga will keep you company with Aleja..." Hotch turned off the radio and started the CD-player. He wasn't that fond of music the blond woman produced. He preferred it a bit more old school.

"Are you lonesome tonight." Elvis Presley sang to him from the small speakers of the car. "Do you miss me tonight?"

"No, I'm not, and no I don't," Hotch said to the dead man and hit the Next-button.

"Her hair is soft and her eyes are oh so blue." Hotch stiffened in his seat. "She's all the things a girl should be/but she's not you." Hotch swore as he hit the same button again.

"Wise men say only fools rush in," he hit the button before The King got any further. His mood darkened at the infinite number of love songs on the CD. Finally he settled with 'King of the Whole Wide World' and sang along quietly as he agreed that it was the poor singing man who ruled the world.

I feel sorry for Hotch.

But I like him.

I had no idea that this was gonna happen...