"I'll think he'll do it," Allison stated after a few minutes of silence. Jessica placed Jack onto the couch next to the doorway and exclaimed, "No, I don't want him going!"

Rossi, who kept his eye on the clock, stated, "Jessica, this is to save lives. We need him on the case. This will be good for all of us."

She started pacing by the door "He's-he's not ready."

"He'll be ok. We will watch him; he'll stay at the police station and just help us catch this guy for good."

While Rossi and Jessica continued to argue, Jack Hotchner opened his eyes and sat up. It was so early for him to be awake; he had no idea where he was. Once he spotted the blue and white nurses station that was located at entrance of the psych wing, he realized that he was at the hospital.

He slid off the couch and pushed open the door to Hotch's room as far forward as his little arms could allow him to. Thankfully, no one had noticed even after the door closed behind him. He found his father sitting up on the bed, staring worriedly at the wall.

"Hi, Daddy," Jack called, rubbing his eyes as he walked to Hotch. Hotch glanced up from his gaze and answered, "Hey, buddy. I'm sorry that you have to be here so early."

"Nobody telleded me why we's here. I thought we's coming to see you after daycare."

"Yeah, me too, buddy," he lifted Jack onto his lap, "The reason why you are up so early is because your Uncle Dave wants me to help...fight a bad guy in Tennessee."

"Where's that?"

"It's a state about ten hours away from here."

Jack swung his legs back and forth as he settled onto his father's lap. "Is you gonna go?"

"I don't know, buddy. I don't want to go away and get sick again." I don't think I'm strong enough to go...

"Do you wanna go?"

"I do, but I'm a little scared, buddy."

Jack lifted his head and grinned. "You don't have nothin' to worry 'bout, Daddy! The bad guys can't beat you."

"Thanks buddy." Can I really do this? I haven't stepped foot outside since January and it's nearly May! "If I go, I'll be gone for a few days and then I'll be back, ok?"

"Ok, Daddy. I'll miss you. And don't get sick."

Do it- Do it for him. Hotch hugged him tightly and whispered, "I won't. I promise."

Outside, Rossi, Jessica, and Ames continued to argue over Hotch. Allison stood back away from the group, quietly watching the door. She smirked at the conversation between the arguing three, if they only knew that it was pointless...

Once she saw Hotch step out the room, she coughed to get the other's attention. Jessica, Rossi, and Ames turned around to see Hotch standing with a bag on one arm and Jack, who was nodding off in the other. He wore jeans and a blue pull over hoodie.

Jessica nodded at her brother-in-law's appearance and placed a hand on his face. "Take care of yourself, ok?" she whispered. He nodded and responded, "I will."

Jack yawned, prompting his father to hand him over to Jessica. He kissed his son's forehead and said, "Jack, I'll be back soon."

After Jessica and Jack had left, Allison pulled her purse over her shoulder, causing Hotch to ask, "You're coming with us?"

"Oh my dear Aaron, you are only a level 3 patient. You aren't even truly allowed to be signed out, but since it's a murderer running around, we decided to let it go." He frowned causing her to laugh, "Until you participate and I recommend that you get moved up to level 2, your ass is mine, Aaron."

She started toward to the exit, leaving Rossi and Hotch alone for a moment. "Is she always that interesting?"

"Yes."

"I see. Are you ready for this?"

Hotch smiled for the first time in months and said, "Let's go."

FBI Office

"Reid, if you stare at it any longer, I'm going to lose it," JJ stated with a loud sigh. Morgan sat down next to her and handed over a large cup of coffee. "Anything?" he asked.

"No, we found nothing that the other team hadn't found and the killings are nearly the exact same except the cooling off period is shorter."

"I say an apprentice," Prentiss answered after taking a sip of coffee. Garcia stretched out her legs. "I'm starting to go crazy. Has Rossi called about Hotch yet?"

"No, it'll probably be awhile-"

"Oh, no." The technical analyst nearly dropped her tablet to the ground at the sight of Camen and his squad. The leader looked incredibly angry and ready to destroy the A team.

JJ glanced over her shoulder in time to see the B squad enter before Camen slammed the door shut. One of the younger agents snorted at Morgan, "Your crazy boss isn't coming! I don't even get why that old fool even asked for him to come."

"My thoughts exactly!" barked Camen. He marched to the front of the room and yelled, "You are all the saddest excuse of a team I have ever seen in my years here at the FBI. Garcia, you send all case files to me, not that pathetic agent trying to recapture the glory days who also doesn't understand the idea behind retirement!"

"Rossi's seven years younger than you and you're still here," stated Morgan. JJ closed her eyes and winced at his statement.

Camen growled. "I am sick of the smart ass comments, Agent Morgan. You know what? I think I should just fire all of you!"

"On what grounds?" a voice at the door way stated.

JJ looked up to see Hotch standing at the door in front of Rossi. It was as if everything was the same as it was before Foyet, except for the visitor badge that hung from Hotch's neck.

"On what grounds?" Hotch repeated, taking a step into the conference room.

This is going to be a fun case, isn't it? Prentiss thought, exchanging an excited look with Reid.

"Mr. Hotchner," Camen responded sarcastically, "How nice of you to join us. Unfortunately, you made the trip for nothing. The FBI Director is speaking with our lovely section chief about this little miss up."

"The one of the abusive that you have towards my team or the fact that you have spent the first five minutes insulting me instead of focusing on the case?"

Garcia kept her chin down, trying her hardest not to smile. Man, I wish I had a video camera for this.

" The miss up of pulling in an agent that currently resides in a mental institution."

"The FBI has done worse, much worse. I shouldn't be a problem," Hotch stated, placing his bag at his feet. He turned his attention away from Camen, who was thinking off a comeback, and looked to the evidence board where Reid and JJ had mapped out the case-old and new.

"Dave only told me snippets about the new case. Run it from the top, Garcia."

The technical analyst grinned ear to ear. "Yes, sir."

Whoa, she shouldn't call me that…I don't deserve that. He snapped out of his thoughts when Garcia pulled up the screen with the crime scene photos.

"Knoxville police have called us in after finding a new burial site with five women buried in it. Everything's the same with the old MO- posed in a funeral-like manner with arms crossed, the clothes looking brand new and neat, and even their facial expressions looked like they didn't suffer. They all were dehydrated and died from a black widow spider bite on the abdomen."

Prentiss stood up and pointed to a geographical profile that Reid had created. "All the women were from the downtown Knoxville area- some married, some single, some divorced. All went missing within the last seventeen months. Reid found that this burial site and the previous one were in locations that had been abandoned; places not likely to be looked at. Hotch, do you remember what the area had looked like?"

It's one of the cases that bugged me every now and then..how could I forget? "The area was scarcely wooded- there was a fire that decimated the area a few months prior. There were no residents within a mile- it made it harder because there would have been no one to see a body dump."

Strauss suddenly poked her head into the room and said, "Everything's clear with the director." She nodded at Hotch, "Good luck, Aaron."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Good luck to all of you. The jet's ready." She disappeared almost as soon as she had appeared. After catching Camen's scowl, Morgan grabbed his files and went to go grab his go-bag, passing an excited yet tired Allison on the way.

Hotch and JJ soon followed him out the door, starting down the ramp and leaving Rossi, Prentiss, and Garcia in the room. Garcia shot up out of her chair and said, "I want to come."

Rossi looked at her in surprise. "What? Why?"

Prentiss chuckled, "Hotch."

"He'll be fine, Penelope."

"Uh, uh. Not fair- the last time the six of you left, he came home and tried to kill himself. I want to come and keep an eye on Hotch." Garcia pouted. Rossi rolled his eyes. "Is it just for that?"

"...Well and honestly sir, I kind of feel like there is going to be the smack down of the century between Camen and Hotch and I don't want to miss it!"

"We can send you play-by-play texts," Prentiss joked, shuffling the files into one pile.

"Not the same!"

Rossi sighed. "Fine. Don't make me regret this."

Garcia leaned over where she could see Camen speaking with his young, confused, and nervous agents. "Trust me, sir. You won't."