"I just can't picture Hotch singing. Or cooking. It took me by surprise that my Dad... I mean, Gideon... that Gideon was such an amazing cook until he made me some homemade chicken noodle soup." Spencer rambled, hand still resting on JJ's stomach. His brain scrambling to try and imagine his boss singing to his best friend's stomach or hurrying around the kitchen with an apron on. The attempts coming to a halt once JJ mentioned Kelsey.
"She sings for me all the time," he admitted. A blush creeping in over his face. "When I have a nightmare... she sings me back to sleep."