A tiny little question

My first attempt for a humor story, probably the last one, I found so much easier writing about Hotch's tortured soul, but I had this idea for months and I had to get it out of my system.

If Hotch seems a little out of character, that's the point... I hope it's not so bad, if it is, I promise I won't do it again...

Disclaimer: I asked to Santa a Hotch for this Christmas, but until then nothing is mine.

The ride home was quiet, the last case was a very long one, and although it ended in the best possible way, the physical, mental and emotional fatigue was still there, like in every case they handle.

Morgan had his headphones on, Rossi and Prentiss were reading their books and Reid was playing solitaire, the only sound came from Hotch, who was talking quietly with Jack on the phone.

Hotch left his seat and went to pour himself another cup of coffee, while he listen intently his son's chattering. He grabbed the pot and was poured the coffee when his little boy asked a question he absolutely did not see coming. The question made Hotch put down the pot too quickly and careless, making the cup fall and spilling out coffee over the table.

"What did you say?" Hotch asked nervously, looking for napkins to clean up the mess.

Jack repeated his question, Hotch stopped cleaning convinced he heard right the first time. "Where babies come from." Hotch repeated again "Well, Jack...uhm... babies..." He started, rubbing his forehead. "babies... well... er... you see when a mommy and daddy...uhm... when they..." Hotch stopped his rambling for a moment. "How do I explain him that?" He thought.

A noise from the other side of the phone made him frown. "Is that your aunt laughing?" The question only making the noise louder. "You know what, it's bedtime why don't we talk about it when I get home?" Hotch said, praying his kid accepts his lazy attempt to escape from this one, at least for tonight, and thanking God when he did. "Ok, sleep well. I love you, too. Bye."

Hotch sighed deeply and turned, finding the other four agents staring at him, all failing miserably to hide their amusement. The noise caused had caught their attention and took them everything not to laugh at the scene.

"Are you serious, Hotch?" Rossi said with a smirk on his face. "I've seen you talk with unsubs who are pointing a gun at your head without flinch and you can't answered your son's little question?"

Knowing Dave had a point; Hotch glanced at him. "Shut up."

The so un-Hotch response made them released their so long contained laughter, as he dropped down his head and sighed again.

"Babies."

A/N: I'm not sure if I should ask this but I'm doing it anyway. I'm working in my first multi-chapter story, but it's new for me, it's a new style, a new storyline so I kind of need a second opinion before I start to post it and I'm asking if someone would like to help me out, if anyone want to, please send me a message. Thank you. =)