Hotch tucked the blankets around his sleeping son. He paused at the doorway, taking a long moment to watch Jack sleep. He was curled up in the fetal position, his hands tucked under his chin. Hotch recalled countless times he had looked up and seen Reid sleeping in that exact same position, thinking to himself 'just like Jack'.

Hotch sighed. He had put off looking at the files long enough. And he needed to look at them. He needed to scour them and with hope find some overlooked tidbit. Some test that showed that Reid had some curable disease or condition. Hotch needed it to be that. Because a tumor, a blood clot, these were things they could see and identify. They were things they could fight and no one would think any less of Reid because such things just happen. Completely out of his control, completely impossible to blame him for.

Hotch plugged in the drive. A window asking for the password popped up. Remembering Kevin's clues Hotch slowly typed: d13Rm41ll1Wr3cn3pS.

Hotch's stomach churned. He hated doing this. He felt like he was stabbing Reid in the back, prying into his life. That this was someone he concerned a friend, part of his family. It made him feel dirty. Like some sort of sleazy pedophile peering in windows watching teenage boys masturbating in their rooms. More than once he closed the file window, pulling out the drive, even one time almost dropping it in the running garbage disposal. Only to go back to his computer and with shaking hands typing in the password again.

"You're trying to help. He'll understand that." Hotch said, his voice catching when his eye caught on the photos on the corner of his desk.

There in the middle of them was a snapshot of Jack and Reid. The team had been in need of a fun day and Hotch had invited them to come watch Jack's first Tee Ball game. JJ and Will were even there with Henry. They had a big picnic. Jack was beyond hyper, thanks to way too many cookies. Reid and Morgan started chasing him around the picnic area, Reid eventually catching him and tickling him. Will caught a shot with his cell phone and emailed it to Hotch. Hotch had printed it out, amused by the glee in Jack's face. Now all he could see was the maniacal delight on Reid's face, a devilish grin Hotch couldn't remember seeing in ages.

"Please understand Reid. Please don't hate me." Hotch said to the photo as he opened another file.