Misuse
He'd had a late meeting that couldn't be rescheduled, and he'd forgotten that Jessica was going out tonight. Of course, when she'd suddenly appeared in front of him promptly at 6 with Jack in tow, he'd remembered that she'd told him about her date a week ago, and he couldn't very well say no to her now. It was sheer luck that Morgan and Prentiss had been held up after the class that they were teaching at the Academy; they were just coming in as he was preparing to take Jack to the meeting with him. She'd taken one look at the sandy haired boy and reached out a hand for him, promising stories and candy, and he'd been so relieved that he wouldn't have to drag his boy to what was sure to be a long and boring meeting that he'd handed her a twenty from his wallet and told her to go nuts – snacks were on him.
It was hours later that he'd managed to get away. Jack's bedtime had come and gone, and he'd expected the small boy to have fallen asleep somewhere, so the laughter floating down the hallway toward him caught him by surprise.
Laughter was not something often heard in this building.
As he rounded the final corner that led to his office, his surprise morphed into something else entirely, and he stopped for a moment, afraid that the slightest sound from him would spoil the scene in front of him. And he wasn't sure how he was going to explain this misuse of government resources at his next budget meeting, but as he looked down into the bullpen and saw two of his agents helping his four-year-old son to cover Reid's desk in the fluorescent squares of paper stolen from the supply cabinet, the three of them trying and failing to stifle the giggles that were threatening to bubble out of their chests, his budget meeting didn't seem so important.