Hotch and Jack in the grocery store.
Jack, with his knees drawn up to his chest, resting his head on them and just enjoying being pushed around in the cart. A random man walks by-- Jack with his voice half-raised to a whisper, “dad.”
Hotch scowling at the grocery list and trying to decide if he should get apple juice, fruit punch, orange juice, or maybe the grape cranberry.
Hotch grunts and turns his attention to his son, obviously annoyed. Jack’s a teenager, he kind of thought the days of being bothered to death for a toy were over.
Jack, shifting around so he’s closer to his father and his voice dropped to a whisper, “do you think that guy over there--” Jack nods his head, subtly, in the direction of the man in question. “I mean, does he, does he look like a family annihilator or...?”
Hotch sighs. He knew he shouldn’t have let Jack into his old criminal psychology textbooks. But this is also 100% his doing so the blame really falls on his shoulder’s. “Jack,” admonishes but then again...
Jack settles back into the cart and Hotch steps forward and decides on the grape cranberry and with a second thought grabs the apple juice too. As he’s bending over to grab the apple juice he catches the man’s eyes and Hotch schools his features. Uncomfortable with the chill hat runs down his spine.
As they’re walking away, Hotch’s eyes on the list, he mumbles, “he did.”
Jack smirks to himself and pulls his knees back to his chest. “Knew it,” he mumbles back.