The sound of grease sizzling in a hot pan woke Spencer from his peaceful slumber. He breathed in and stretched, then frowned when he realized he was lying on the sofa alone. By the sounds of cooking in the kitchen, he could tell that his dad- er, Hotch was in there making breakfast.

The smell of sausage, hash browns, bacon and eggs made his mouth water. He sat up, got to his feet and shuffled towards the kitchen. He was greeted by the sight of Aaron, still in his pajamas, effortlessly working at the stove.

"Good morning, Sunshine." Hotch smiled and glanced briefly at his agent before turning back to the food. Spencer blushed.

"Good morning, Hotch." He said softly before sitting down at the table. The BAU leader went to his fridge and grabbed out a carton of orange juice. He poured the contents into two cups and sat one in front of Reid, the other by the chair across from him.

"I hope you like your eggs scrambled." Hotch said. Spencer only nodded. He almost never ate breakfast, much less eggs. They smelled tasty though, as did everything else. His stomach growled and his face turned red again.

Hotch gathered a couple plates and put two eggs, two pieces of bacon, two sausage links and some hash browns on each of them. He took them in each hand and sat them on the table. Spencer finished taking a sip of his orange juice and picked up his fork. As the two profilers ate their morning meal, an occasional "Mmm" escaped Reid's lips, despite him trying to keep from doing so. He wasn't sure if he simply hadn't been used to the deliciousness of breakfast or if Hotch was a good cook.

Hotch watched Spencer as he ate his own food. He honestly could care less what he thought of his cooking, he was just glad to see his youngest content.

They finished their food and juice and Aaron took care of the slight mess. The Unit Chief then headed to the living room, Spencer not far behind. Once seated on the couch, Hotch turned on the TV and found a Star Trek marathon, even though he never watched it, nor did he know much about it. He did know that Reid loved it, and to keep him happy was good enough for him.

Hotch leaned back. Staying in pajamas actually felt nice, he should do this more often when the chance came again. He looked over at Spencer, still wearing the flannel pants and "F.B.I." shirt, and could see he was in no hurry for anything. He was too engrossed into the show.

"Hotch?" Reid asked, turning his head to the older man.

"What is it, Spencer?"

"Um," He began to fidget. "C-can we, uh, you know, snuggle again?" He asked nervously.

Hotch had already reached to grab the thick blanket. Spencer moved until he was leaning against him while Hotch settled the comforter over them. The younger man sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, reliving last night as his boss wrapped his arms around him in a hug.

Spencer felt like he could go to sleep already. He was comfy, and he felt safe in Aaron's embrace. He couldn't think of ever doing this with William, which didn't surprise him in the slightest. He rested his head in the crook of Hotch's neck, like he had done last night.

The Unit Chief leaned his head until it nuzzled against the top of his younger agent's. Thanks to his profiling skills, he could partly tell what he was thinking. Spencer's lack of childhood and a father's love is why the team always had the urge to protect him, and spoil him when the chance came around. Aaron had to admit, Reid's youthful innocence is pretty hard to resist, or perhaps he's been around Garcia too much.

He looked down at Spencer, who was completely at peace. Definitely the first one.

Hotch smiled and closed his own eyes briefly. The 'father and son' continued watching the TV, well, actually, the father was getting more out of watching his 'son' live life like he should have years ago.

Hotch couldn't help but wonder, did sadistic unsubs always go after Reid because he appeared the most vulnerable out the rest of the team? How could that be though? They were just as much risk of being held hostage or even getting kidnapped as Reid was. Maybe not quite as much, but it could still happen to any of them, like Morgan or Rossi or even Hotch himself.

Now that he thought about it, he had been held hostage, along with Reid and various other people during the Phillip Dowd case. He and Reid had even been tied up with plastic handcuffs, but Hotch was able to devise a plan. He hoped he hadn't kicked too hard, but Spencer assured him otherwise. '9 year old girl', sure.

Or maybe unsubs were attracted to him because he was young and so damn cute.

Hotch relaxed as he continued to hold his second son. His cell phone rang, startling them both. Hotch reluctantly grabbed it, then almost didn't want to answer when he saw who it was.

"Hotchner." He answered. Spencer looked up, wondering who called and what was going on. He could almost see the slight hint of disappointment in his boss' face before he heard "Yeah, we'll be there."

Reid could tell right then and there, even before Hotch had spoke. Looks like the BAU's vacation is getting cut short this time...

"What's wrong?" He asked anyway. Aaron exhaled.

"We've got a case, maybe two. Teenager abductions and two murdered women, both in San Diego." He replied grimly.

Spencer nodded and knew better than to argue. The lives of innocent people, especially young ones, were more important than vacation time. Hotch closed his phone and got to his feet. Spencer did the same as the BAU leader went his bedroom. It was then the young doctor realized he didn't have any work clothes here, or his badge and gun.

"Hey, Hotch? I don't have any-"

"We'll stop by your apartment on the way and you can get your stuff there." He heard the Unit Chief call from his room. Reid waited patiently until Hotch came out in his usual dress shirt, tie and suit. Hotch grabbed his keys, then his phone and began to call Jessica to inform her that Jack will be staying with her.

The short call ended once the two agents got inside Hotch's pick up truck. He backed out of the driveway and was tempted to turn on the radio but was also afraid of what might come on. Instead, the ride to Reid's apartment was silent. They eventually arrived and Spencer changed and got what he needed before they left and headed to the FBI Headquarters.

"Hey, Reid?"

"Yes, Hotch?"

"Maybe while we're in California, you can check up on your girlfriend again." Hotch smirked.

Spencer laughed. "Hotch, I got over Lila a long time ago!"

"Sure you did." Hotch said sarcastically, the rare smirk still on his face. The younger man tried to glare at the BAU leader, but his laughter gave away to his pout. Reid sighed once he calmed down, though Hotch's grin had barely faded as they approached the tall building they worked at.

"One thing's for sure, Hotch." Reid started.

"And what's that?" Aaron asked, turning to the younger profiler for a second. He could see the sweet smile on his agent's face and the sparkle in his brown eyes.

"I know what I'm going to do next vacation." Spencer said softly. "After visiting my mother, of course."

Hotch didn't answer, but he kept to his thoughts as he pulled into the FBI parking lot, half tempted just to park in the garage again.

I look foward to it.

The End, maybe...