it was just after dusk, the streetlamps having been lit, and the walk from the train station to the hotel had been a BRISK one. it was going to be a cold winter in washington. aaron hotchner had been called to the capitol to consult in an investigation taking place. he’d taken to pursuing criminal cases before they were taken before a judge, the bench hadn’t served him well enough. now he was to meet a DOCTOR in the hotel’s lounge. the room was a haze of smoke, businessmen and politicians taking their after-dinner cigar and brandy. everyone aside from a slender boy perched near the entrance studying the contents of a CHESS BOARD. he didn’t have a cigar or a drink in hand and didn’t look old enough to be frequenting the establishment. ❝excuse me sir, do you know a dr. spencer reid? i’m supposed to be meeting him here,❞ hotch glances down at his watch, ❝presently.❞ ♥ @quantified187