"Come on."
Hotch looked up to see JJ and Emily standing in his office. He frowned. "Is there somewhere we need to be?"
Emily nodded. "We're all going to JJ's for a movie night."
His frown deepened. "I don't remember -"
"That's because you weren't told," JJ explained. "This isn't an invitation, Hotch. It's an order. You need a night spent interacting with other human beings in a normal manner. No cases. No work." She looked him up and down critically. "No suits."
"But -"
Emily held up her hand. "We already know that Jack is staying with his aunt tonight. Which means you have no excuses."
"And if you don't come quietly, I will have to go get Garcia," JJ added.
Hotch glared at her. "That's low, JJ. Even for you."
She shrugged. "I'm ruthless. Now get up. Your go bag is in the car, and I happen to know that there are casual clothes in there. You can change at my house."
He sighed, looking at the determined expressions on their faces. "There's no way I'm getting out of this, is there?"
Rossi stuck his head in the room. "Aaron, you have two gorgeous women dragging you out for an evening of fun. Are you really going to keep arguing?"
A smile tugging at his lips, Hotch set down his pen and stood up. "No, I guess not."
As he followed them out of the room, he couldn't stop the smile from growing just a little bit. He'd never be able to tell them, but he loved his team - and they were what kept him going most days.
They were what saved him.