"This coffee is crap." Sarah said as her and Hotch walked to an empty table in the break room. Hotch nodded as he sipped it.
"Bitter coffee isn't you thing, then?"
"No, gross..." She said, sounding like a small child. "I usually put four spoonfuls of sugar in my coffee and fill it halfway with milk." Sarah told him as he watched her. Hotch just nodded and watched her move to get more sugar packets. She sipped it again after stirring and smiled.
"Better?" Hotch asked her, watching the pleasant look on the distressed woman's face.
"Much." She laughed, the sound triggering a slight smile on Hotch's face. "So, your children...?" Hotch began, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Ah yes, my children... Who do you want to know about first?"
"Stella." Hotch replied, waiting for her to speak.
"My little star... She's such a cute little girl, she enjoys wearing green things... A lot of girls at her play-meets and preschool wear pink or purple, but not Stella... She's gonna grow up and be her own person."
"She's individual, then?" Hotch asked, taking a sip of his coffee as Sarah nodded. "Very... She's already a little independent. She picks up her toys without being asked, she brushes her own teeth, she can get her own animal crackers without me... She even has a little stool to reach the sink so she can fill things with water to help me out."
Hotch smiled, chuckling softly. "She said she wants to be like me when she gets older... Apparently I'm individual and independent myself." Sarah smiled, shaking her head.
"Well you are wearing jeans and a tie-dyed wolf shirt." Hotch observed, watching Sarah stare into her coffee. "What about James?"
"Good God-That boy... A trouble maker is what he is. He chases babysitters away and he is such a little troll about certain things- Now I know that sounds rude to my own kid, but he is. He's the older twin so he feels the need to tell Stella what she can and cannot do."
Hotch smiled a little wider, nodding at what she said. "But I love them both so much... They're overall wonderful children."
"Hey, sorry to bother you two but we think we have a match." Morgan said, sticking his head into the break room. Hotch glanced to Sarah and stood. "I apolgozie, I'll be back shortly."
"It's cool, Agent Hotchner... Just-Your job... Please focus and don't worry about me?" Sarah asked as Hotch nodded in reply. Sarah watched the two men leave and stared at the coffee across the table from her.