With only the briefest of explanation, a cry for help, Hotch flew from his own apartment and made his way to the coffee shop. There had been no time for details but he knew they would come over coffee. Parking was a nightmare and it took longer than he would have liked, but he walked in, dark blue suit paired with a white shirt and a crimson tie.

"Shannon," he said, offering his hand to the man. "I'm sorry it took so long."