Ah Anchor. How I love you and Two Minds. Once upon a time, I was starting to write you just as something for fun, wondering WTF I never mix live action with anime. And then somehow, I started seeing it in my head, and turned these for-fun projects into actual stories. I either have one hell of an imagination or I'm bored and have too much time on my hands. Probably both. Enjoy.

Jack was taking well to Hinata. She had taken it upon herself to start teaching the young child simple phrases in her language. The first time Hotch had heard his son call him dad in Japanese had somehow caused his heart to sore and nearly brought him to tears. Hotch even found himself being amused when Jack had called Hailey mom in the same language and having her eyes bug out in surprise. The amusement went away when she gave him a cold stare before leaving. Hinata had apologized for the incident, but Hotch silenced her by giving her a deep kiss.

"She'll get over it," he mumbled.

Hotch's favorite moment was when he had watched Hinata teaching Jack the same songs that had been a huge source of comfort for him. He couldn't get rid of the smile on his face or the flutter of his heart when he heard her sing "Sun Dry My Tears". Jack apparently loved the song as well, asking Hinata to sing to him again before drifting off to sleep. Once Hotch wrapped it up by giving his son a quick kiss on the forehead, he had left the room with Hinata and then grabbed her by the waist.

"It's been a while since I've heard that song." he whispered, a lingering smile on his face as he touched her forehead with his.

Hinata's eyes were slightly wide, but soon enough she smiled and laid her hand on his heart, "O-Out of the one's my g-grandmother has taught me i-it's one of my favorites."

Giving Hinata a quick kiss, Hotch decided to lift her up bridal style, getting an adorable squeak in response, "Why don't you tell me the story behind it."

Her face still red, and eyes wide as she gripped Hotch's T-shirt, Hinata nodded. Chuckling, Hotch made the trek back to his room, listening intently. Apparently Hinata's grandmother had been going through a rough patch in her marriage and had spent more time with her daughter and her family more than in her own house. Hinata being an adorable toodler- Hotch's inclusion-had recently learned how to walk and would follow her grandmother anywhere she went, cooing for attention all the way. One time, the elder had came to her daughter virtually in tears, and didn't even want to be bothered by her granddaughter. As a way to escape, she went to the garden, staring intently into the sky, trying to forget. Somehow, Hinata had still found her, smiling brightly as she held out her arms. Again, the elderly woman had tried to ignore her, but her granddaughter's voice kept coming to her. Eventually, she relented and picked her up. Tears were still fresh in her eyes and intriguing the toodler who had reached out to touch them. The touch was light, but so endearing that the elderly woman couldn't help but smile as she grabbed the toodler's hand.

"So the sun was you," Hotch questioned as the two laid together in his bed. Well, Hotch laid in his bed and Hinata was content with laying on his chest, her ear placed perfectly against his heart.

Hinata nodded, "I-I guess I never told you t-that my name means sunny."

Hotch wasn't the least bit surprised. He started rubbing circles into her back that was covered by one of his T-shirts. Seemed as though Hinata had always been particularly good at drying tears. His smile was pulled into a frown. But who had ever dried her tears.

"Aaron, please not right now," she was getting confident again.

"What?"

"You're thinking too loud." she pouted. Aaron should have known.

"Sorry," he said, "Just wondering if anyone ever cared for you the same way you show others."

Hinata remained quiet as Hotch continued to make circles in her back. He knew she was trying to avoid the conversation, fearful of where it might go. Hotch was inclined to agree, opening his mouth to apologize but was stopped.

"Remember, you're trying," she whispered.

Hotch blinked a few times before deciding to just close his eyes, "Yes, I am."

The sounds of Hinata's even breathing came in soon after, and Hotch couldn't help but simply listen. Her soft snores somehow became the melody of the same song he had heard only a few moments ago. A song Jack would certainly start singing around his mother, asking her to sing to him as well before bed. Hotch didn't think it was entirely a bad thing. The song itself was beautiful, and would put even newborns to sleep. Plus Hailey wouldn't try to deny something Jack loved. She could bitch at Hotch all she wanted, but that anger would never be directed at Jack.

Hotch closed his eyes, putting the song on repeat and lulling him into a sleep that he always enjoyed. What he had always enjoyed however, was the last verse, which he would always allow himself to hold Hinata just a little tighter.

Your warmly touch lingers into my dreams, kissing away the torments of the rainy day. I can't wait to see your face once my eyes open to your rays.

Heads up, that last part was made up on the spot. Being a poet has its benefits. Tell me what you think.