You were down in Florida State Penitentiary for thirteen murders on young blonde boys in 1985. With your dad, Hotch and the team. You were only there because you wanted to tag along to see how everything worked.

You were the only blonde male on the team and you guys needed get more information out of Jacob and you happened to fit the profile he enjoyed. Your dad was against it since you were only 17.

Eventually Hotch gave in and sent you in. He would supervise.

“Hello.” Jacob got up slowly.

“Sit down.” Hotch ordered Jacob, and he slowly sat down again. After a while of hassle, Jacob sat down an unexpected demand.

“I’ll answer your questions if I can sniff his hair.” He pointed to you as he looked at Hotch to get this.

“Absolutely not.” Hotch fritters out. Not way in hell would he let a serial killer touch his son.