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"Woke Up, Fell Out of Bed", Hotch-centric, PG
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Title: "Woke Up, Fell Out of Bed"
Author: woodchoc_magnum
Characters: Hotch, Jack and the rest of the team (including JJ)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2,344
Warnings: None, no spoilers
Summary: Written for the 'A Day in the Life' challenge at ssa_hotchner, it's a few scenes from a hypothetical day at the BAU.
Author's Notes: TG and Hotch have great taste in music.

I read the news today, oh boy

His days always started early, 6am and he was out of bed and in the shower. He liked to stand under the hot spray, the water loosening the muscles in his back and releasing the tension from his neck. David Rossi had extolled the virtues (numerous times and to many different audiences) of having a decent, hot shower in the morning to ready you for the rest of the day. Hotch had decided to take that advice on board enthusiastically.

His son usually awoke between 6:30 and 7am, and he’d wander out into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes, looking for his father. Jack had always been an early riser, even on the weekend. Sometimes all Hotch wanted to do was have a lie in, but he was constantly thwarted by Jack’s persistence – tickling, climbing on the bed, racing cars along Hotch’s back. Whatever he could do to make his father get out of bed, he tried.

Hotch made hot porridge for breakfast and poured some honey on top. Jack used to complain about porridge, but now tucked into it happily, and the two shared a companionable silence as they ate. Sometimes Jack would talk about what he was planning to do at school that day, or ask incessant questions – one day it had been about planes, another about insects – and Hotch would do his best to answer. On this day, Jack was thoughtful, gazing at his father as they ate their meal.

As Hotch was standing to wash the dishes his son asked, “Daddy, are you going away today?”

Hotch set the bowls in the sink and turned to face Jack, shrugging his shoulders. “I hope not.”

“Are you going away tomorrow?”

Hotch shrugged again, wiping his hands on a tea towel. “I’m not sure. Why?”

Jack launched into a story about his teacher, Miss May – Hotch hadn’t quite worked out if that was her first name or her last name – and how they’d been talking about jobs. “And when I said that you were a superhero she didn’t believe me and tomorrow all the dads are coming to school and I brought home a letter.”

Hotch raised his eyebrows, leaning against the kitchen bench. Usually the preschool Jack attended posted out letters and he could plan to be available. He watched as Jack jumped down from his seat and ran into his bedroom, returning a moment letter with a sealed envelope with a muddy footprint on it.

Hotch accepted the soiled envelope, raising a questioning eyebrow at his son.

Jack chewed on his thumbnail guiltily. “I dropped it. And then I stepped on it.”

Hotch sent Jack off for a bath and sat down at the table, quickly skimming the letter. If he was honest, he didn’t really want to attend a parent’s day – they seemed to have one every month at Jack’s school, and at the last event one of the single mothers had followed him around like a lovesick puppy, practically throwing herself at him. He supposed he should’ve been flattered, but really he just found the attention irritating.

As Hotch finished drying the dishes and putting them back in the cupboards, Jack ran back into the kitchen, a towel wrapped around him and bubbles in his hair.

“You missed a spot,” Hotch said, running a hand affectionately through Jack’s wet hair. “Come on, back in the bath.”

“Are you going to come to school with me tomorrow?” Jack asked hopefully, taking Hotch’s hand and walking back to the bathroom with him.

“I’ll try my very best.”

About a lucky man who made the grade

Haley’s sister, Jessica, arrived to pick Jack up for school half an hour later, her kids tugging impatiently on her hands. Jack beamed at his cousins, stopping for a moment to kiss Hotch on the cheek before bounding out into the hallway. Jessica nodded at Hotch cheerfully, lifting a hand to wave at him as she left.

He strode into work at 8:30 on the dot, newspaper tucked under one arm. Emily Prentiss was already sitting at her desk, tapping on her keyboard busily, and she glanced up at him and nodded as he walked past. “Morning Hotch.”

“Good morning,” he replied, ascending the stairs to his office. “Are you the first here?”

“JJ is in her office,” Prentiss said, leaning back in her chair and stretching her arms out. “Morgan was picking up Reid today because his car broke down. Again.”

Hotch raised an eyebrow, leaning into his office to flick on the lights. “That should be interesting.”

Prentiss grinned, and started typing again. “Don’t expect them any time soon. The last time it happened, Reid criticised Morgan’s driving skills so much he pulled over and threatened to make Reid walk.”

Well I just had to laugh, I saw the photograph

Hotch was flipping through the paper and sipping his coffee when David Rossi stepped into his office, pulling out a chair and sitting across from him.

“Morning,” Hotch greeted him, glancing at Dave quickly. “How are you?”

Dave sighed unhappily, resting his hands on his stomach and looking away from Hotch pointedly. “Not great.”

‘Women troubles,’ Hotch thought instantly, but tried to look sympathetic and concerned. “Anything I can help you with?”

“Unless you can give Melinda a lobotomy, I don’t think so.”

Hotch frowned in confusion. “I thought you were dating a Beverley.”

“That was three weeks ago, Aaron.”

“Oh. You don’t leave much of a gap, do you?” Hotch said wryly.

“Women are attracted to me,” Dave replied, a little smugly. “I can’t help it.”

“Mmm.” Hotch was unconvinced. “Sure it’s not got anything to do with the fact that you’re a minor celebrity?”

Dave waved a dismissive hand. “I’m certainly not a celebrity. Maybe I’ve established a bit of notoriety for myself, being such a successful author, but you don’t see me getting invited to any red carpet events. Angelina Jolie won’t return my calls.”

“I doubt you’d want her to,” Hotch said dryly, sipping his coffee again.

Dave snorted. “Even you wouldn’t say no to Angelina Jolie.”

Hotch wrinkled his nose, thinking of the blood vials and tattoos and hundreds of kids, and decided to change the topic. “So what did Mandy do to you?”

“Melinda,” Dave corrected. “She asked me if I liked dogs. We’ve been dating for two weeks. I think she’s moving a little fast.”

Hotch blinked. “That’s it? Maybe she just wanted to know if you liked animals.”

“It means she wants a commitment.”

Hotch frowned. “I don’t think it does.”

Dave stared at Hotch, shaking his head. “Someone needs to educate you about women, Aaron. We’ll ask Morgan if he ever gets here.”

I saw a film today, oh boy

Ten minutes after Hotch threatened to forcibly remove Rossi from his office, JJ appeared with a stack of files and an apologetic expression. “Sorry. A couple of possible urgents crossed my desk and I thought you should take a look.”

Hotch made a space on his desk for the files, glancing at the top one quickly. “Atlanta?”

“A possible strangler, but I’m not convinced the cases are related,” JJ replied, and glanced out into the bullpen suddenly. “I wondered when they’d turn up.”

Hotch glanced at his watch, noted that Morgan and Reid were fifteen minutes late, and watched as the two men bickered at Reid’s desk while Prentiss watched in amusement, trying to keep her grin hidden. Hotch shook his head and glanced at the files again. “I’ll read through them.”

“Thanks,” JJ said, flashing a cheerful smile at Hotch as she turned to leave his office.

But I just had to look, having read the book

Morgan was twirling around in his desk chair in his office when Hotch tapped on the door, a small stack of files in his hands. Morgan came to a sudden stop and met Hotch’s eyes guiltily. “Hey.”

Hotch stepped into the office, raising his eyebrows. “You were late.”

Morgan rolled his eyes. “I had to pick Reid up. Again. He needs a new car.”

“Did you threaten to kick him out of the car today?”

Morgan snorted with laughter, covered his mouth and tried to shrug nonchalantly. “Maybe.”

Hotch bit back a smile, and decided to change the subject. “Would you mind finishing off some of these files for me? I’ve got a few possible urgent matters to look at.” Hotch held the files out and Morgan accepted them, adding them to the stack to the left of his keyboard.

“No problem,” Morgan replied easily, grinning at Hotch. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

Hotch nodded, starting for the door. As he was about to leave Morgan’s office, he reconsidered and turned around. “Don’t be late tomorrow.”

“Tell that to Reid.”

And looking up, I noticed I was late

Hotch found Reid at the coffee machine, loading up his cup with spoonful after spoonful of sugar. Hotch raised a questioning eyebrow at Reid, who merely shrugged. “I need it after the stress of this morning.”

“I noticed you were late.”

Reid exhaled bitterly. “Morgan was driving like a maniac.”

“That would usually mean you’d be here early.”

Reid glanced at Hotch and said pointedly, “If it wasn’t for me, we would never have gotten here at all.”

“Why is that?”

“Because we would’ve been dead in a fiery inferno on the side of the road after we crashed into something.”

Morgan suddenly rounded the corner, glaring at Reid. “Are you still complaining? I got you here in one piece, didn’t I?”

Reid set his cup of coffee flavoured sugar on the bench and narrowed his eyes. “Only because I told you to slow down.”

“Well I wouldn’t have been in such a hurry if you weren’t carrying on about all those Amazonian poisonous bugs!”

Hotch blinked in confusion, glancing at Reid. “Amazonian poisonous bugs?”

Reid looked irritated. “I was merely filling Morgan in on some interesting facts about Amazonian insect life.”

“Interesting facts? How is it interesting that Brazilian meandering dragonflies feast on your brains while you’re sleeping?”

“Brazilian wandering spiders,” Reid snapped. “And the bot fly lays its larvae in your flesh, not the spider. The spider just kills you.”

“That makes it so much better,” Morgan said sarcastically. “I’ll keep that in mind next time I’m confronted by a Brazilian wandering spider.”

“What, the next time you’re in the Amazon?” Reid retorted, and at that, Hotch decided to retreat to the safety of his office.

Somebody spoke and I went into a dream

After lunch had been and gone, JJ reappeared at his door, stepping inside with a questioning glance. “Did you have a look at those files?”

Hotch nodded, gathering the files up on his desk. He’d spent the last half an hour patiently explaining to a frantic deputy that two cases of strangling didn’t mean there was a serial killer in Atlanta – the first case was obviously gang related, and the second case seemed to be motivated by revenge. Hotch suspected the son had strangled his mother because she’d written him out of her will.

He passed the files back to JJ, who looked relieved and slightly embarrassed. “I think I panicked a bit when I heard the officer on the phone,” she said apologetically. “He sounded so upset. I thought I better pass it onto you just in case.”

Hotch smiled warmly at her. “That’s fine by me.”

“Did you get a chance to look at any of the others?”

Hotch nodded. “I spoke to the sheriff in Montana and he’s going to call us straight away if anything else turns up. I’m trying to avoid flying out if I can. I told him I’d do up a profile for him, and I’m going to get Dave to run an eye over it as well.”

JJ nodded gratefully. “Thanks Hotch.”

And though the holes were rather small, they had to count them all

The sun was setting as he packed up his briefcase, bending over to pick up a file he’d dropped on the ground. He straightened when he heard an unmistakeable wolf whistle from behind him, and spun around quickly.

Penelope Garcia grinned at him cheekily. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

“That’s very inappropriate,” Hotch admonished, but returned the smile. “Heading home?”

“In a mere moment. Hotch, is Jack allergic to anything?”

Hotch frowned thoughtfully. “No.”

She beamed another smile at him, clapping her hands together. “Good! I’m sorting out Christmas presents for everyone and I know what I want to make you guys and I just wanted to make sure he’s not allergic so he can partake in the yumminess.”

“You’re making Christmas presents?” Hotch’s head hurt just thinking about Christmas.

“Well, some of them anyway.” She took a step back toward the door and glanced at him thoughtfully. “You know, if you ever need me to babysit Jack, I can. Rossi said he wanted to set you up on a date.”

“Over my dead body,” Hotch muttered, and then shook his head at Garcia. “Thank you anyway. I’ll let you know if I ever need you.”

“It would be my pleasure.” Garcia bowed to him, then saluted, and then skipped out the door, yelling out to Prentiss to wait for her as she left.

Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall

Hotch collected Jack from Jessica’s house half an hour later. His son gave Hotch a lopsided hug as he clambered into the car, and instantly started filling Hotch in about his day. Hotch listened happily as they drove home, and by the time they pulled into Hotch’s parking space, Jack was singing along with a Wiggles CD.

Hotch turned off the car, unbuckling his seatbelt, but stopped when Jack spoke. “Daddy, are you going to be able to come to school tomorrow?”

Hotch leaned back in his seat, smiling warmly at his son. “You know what? I’ll definitely be there.”

“You should wear a cape,” Jack said solemnly.

Hotch laughed.

-the end-

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Woke Up Fell Our of Bed

A very good portrait of all of the team. You have written the at home, and the office Hotch very well. Your story did not need a case to make the day interesting. I am so glad your AU still has a JJ, each time she appeared it brought a sparkle to the story as she did on the show. Reid and Morgan,perfect brothers, and Rossi, living a live outside the office that could be a show unto itself. Very Nice.

Re: Woke Up Fell Our of Bed

I am so glad your AU still has a JJ, each time she appeared it brought a sparkle to the story as she did on the show.

I still haven't quite come to terms with the fact that she's not on the show anymore, so I decided that I'm just going to pretend she still is. Denial! It's a wonderful thing. :)

Thank you for your comment, I'm glad you liked it!

Thanks for the smile on a grim day. Now I'm going to sit here and imagine Hotch's talk at the preschool...

Absolutely charming! This was delightful. *G*

Sweet and wonderful. And I love how it was done to 'A Day in the Life'. Very clever.

Yay, thank you! I'm glad you liked it. :)

Awh, I love it! You did such a great job in making every character a part of Hotch's life.

Your Jack is so adorable, I could just pinch him. Great work! ♥

Aw, for cute. ^^


Very nicely done. I love your depiction of Hotch and Jack together.

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it. :)

You've outdone yourself once again, sweetie - this was magnificent!

You write Hotch so well, it gives me shivers (of the pleasant variety!).

Sigh. I miss Hotch as you portray him - almost-snarky, and properly concerned with rules and reg. and appropriateness, but being starkly human nonetheless.

The interactions with Jack were so natural, so sweet, and the teamy goodness was glorious and much-needed (guh, so much!).

'A day in the life' as a theme has the potential to be quite dull, yet this is anything but...thank you, darls :)

You've outdone yourself once again, sweetie - this was magnificent!

Lol, I don't know about that - I came very close to scrapping it completely a few times!

almost-snarky, and properly concerned with rules and reg. and appropriateness, but being starkly human nonetheless.

Me too. The Hotch in Season 6 is not our Hotch. I don't know who that Hotch is. :(

'A day in the life' as a theme has the potential to be quite dull, yet this is anything but...thank you, darls :)

I can't fault TG's stellar taste in music, it's not at all dull as a theme! *smish* Glad you liked it wifey!

Wow, just Wow !!!
I love the way you write Hotch, It's like if I could hear his voice when I read this or your other stories, and Jack, Oh Jack! he's just so sweet.
I like to think of the team as a family, spend time together outside of the BAU, all buying Christmas presents for Jack and Henry and things like that. It's just beautiful.

Reading fics like this I feel so angry at CBS for taking AJ/JJ out of the show : (

Anyway, thanks for sharing : )

I love the way you write Hotch, It's like if I could hear his voice when I read this or your other stories,

Thank you! That's such a nice compliment!

Reading fics like this I feel so angry at CBS for taking AJ/JJ out of the show : (

I'm still mad at them, hence the reason for writing her back in! lol

Thank you for the lovely comment!

Very sweet story. Very believable conversations!

Well I've been away from here for way too long!!! This was just B.A.U.-tiful chick, as always... amazing characterisations and you have such an uncanny gift to make them all so 3D - love the nods to their life outside the office and you make it stay so IC!!! 'Awwwwed' through the Hotch/Jack (would love to see him attend a Daddy day at school in a cape! XD) and LOL'd through the Rotch section... and the Morgan and Reid! Plus Garica's wolf whistle was hilare... so much more restrained than I would have been let me tell ya! hehe!! keep up the great work you amazing, talented lady! x

Hey, good to see you back on LJ! Thanks so much for the comment, I'm glad you liked the fic!

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