You were a friend of Hotch's, his niece actually. After years of begging him to let you help with a case, he finally let you. You boarded the private jet to go to New York and sat next to Hotch. You were talking with him normally, when you saw Spencer staring at you. He asked you your name. He, of course, had a fact about it. "Did you know that one in 109 Americans-"

"Have a unisex name? Mhmm." You finish for him. He raises an eyebrow, "How'd you know?" He asks.