The Hotchner boys were having a father, son Tag in the park. Hotch was watching jack swing, schaukel on the swings and then watched as his son ran toward him.

“daddy, who is your valentine? mine is lily.” he sagte with a big smile on his face.
Hotch thought for a moment then replied. “i don’t have one buddy.”
“but daddy, Du have ta find one. So she can make Du smile.” he pouted.
“umm, I don’t know what to tell Du buddy.” he told his son. Hotch really didn’t know what brought this on. it was a little pathetic that his son had a valentine and he didn’t, but he was Mehr focused on...