You were a lot like Spencer - shy, awkward, really damn smart. He saw himself in you, even the bad parts. He got quite fond of you, having a need to protect you in any way he could, and that was hard seeing as how you both were FBI agents. You rambled a lot like he did, and that's what you were doing during a case briefing. Hotch said a certain thing and it triggered you to start speaking.

After about a minute, Hotch spoke up. "Agent, stop. Please." He sounded genuinely annoyed, and you suddenly felt a pang of guilt for talking so much.