How you managed to find yourself stranded in downtown Virginia, just shy of Quantico, was beyond you. It had to be because of your fondness for wandering off after having one to many tequila sunrises. The night air was crisp, biting at your skin as you stumbled down the sidewalks, trying to find a safe ride. You’d sworn off calling your boss because he was only a last resort and there was no way he’d ever come right? Right?

After many failed attempts to reach the rest of team, Derek, Penelope, Emily, JJ, even Spencer, you dialed Aaron as a last resort, a hail mary.

“Hotchner.”