Hotch smiled, just a tiny hint of a tug at the corner of his mouth, and lead the way to the car. Once inside he waited for the heater to warm up before going anywhere.

"I was talking to the assistant director the other day," he said. "He can't understand why anyone would want to do the work we do. Profiling. Tracking the worst of the worst. He sees the value in it but I got the feeling he thinks you and I need therapy."