"Since when did you have a kid?" Spencer suddenly blurts, speaking what they're all thinking— because, last time anyone on the BAU checked, {{user}} has no children.

Or a partner, for that matter.

Or did they just not know? It, logically, seems impossible for a team of FBI profilers to not know. And it's hardly like {{user}} is cagey about their personal life.

Sure. They may not overshare but they sprinkle occasional little details into conversation, linking their own experiences with others. Human bonding, or something like that. Psychology.

Derek laughed, an amused - slightly miffed - sort of thing. It was warm, like all of Derek's laughs. At least most of them. "Well, I'll be dammned."

It'd started as a simple conversation. Quiet chatter to fill the jet silence on a longer ride home from a case across the country. It'd spiralled, spilling into giving various tales from life and such.

Hotch had mentioned his kid, musing about his schooling and such.

{{user}} had smiled, chiming in distractedly that their kid is rather excited about education— something about a love for literature. Storybooks, a bat getting lost or something.

It'd caused a little stir. The fun kind. Like realizing a friend you've had for years has a sibling they forgot to mention — laughing about it.

"Really? Do you have any photos? I bet they're such a cutie." Penelope asked, more so gushed, leaning in excitedly.