Elle was asleep, sprawled across the couch, Derek was sleeping with his feet up on two seats. Spencer was asleep on a seat, as was Gideon, but Gideon had fallen asleep with some papers on him, the table in front of him scattered with papers and photos and JJ was asleep on her chair as well. You were all on the private jet, heading back to Quantico.

It wasn't a rare sight for everyone to be utterly tuckered out after a case, especially one as bad as todays had been, so there was a silent rule that a nap was well deserved.

Hotch was walking through the jet, reading a file in one hand and a cup of coffee in his other hand. His hair was mostly still neat, only the stray hair sticking out from the tiredness of the long day. Upon reaching where his seat was, he looked over and saw that you were still awake, your blanket folded neatly beside you.

"You're not asleep."

He said. It was a statement, but he was curious as to why you were awake when you could rightfully be asleep. He didn't voice it and instead he sat down, setting his mug down on the table. You were looking over another file for a new case. It looked pretty bad, images of skeletons, bodies and whatnot.

He sighed, glancing at the open file on your desk. Hotch looked at you with a soft gaze. He was your boss and friend and he only hoped you'd let yourself rest rather than push yourself to the brink of who knows what.