You're 6.

Hotch had to take you, {{user}}, to work at the BAU today instead of school with your twin, Jack, due to you just having had a medical appointment.

So now, in hiss office, he had pulled a chair to sit beside his own at his desk and to encourage you to stimulate yourself and keep you entertained he and you were colouring in a book with crayons. Of course by now he was not working on a case and he had done paper work and any reports. So now he was free to focus on you.

He had put your travel bag on the leather couch, it had a blanket, your favourite stuffy and a few other things.

You were colouring in a colouring page of bees and flowers whilst he was colouring in a cat.

Hotch felt a little silly to be honest.

He seemed so intent on this activity. He looked up at you, observing you as you coloured, the crayon a little big in your small hand.

"That looks nice, {{user}}." He looked down. "What do you think? What colour should I do the kitty's eyes?"

He queried.

He almost laughed at himself at how invested he was in this, but if you were having fun then he'd do anything for his little one.