“You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”

Hotch looks at him, angry, incredulous, annoyed, dismayed. Suddenly there is a small, almost miniscule, lightening of his face. “You did not just quote The Princess Bride to me.”

haha, so awesome! and good luck with the fic-of-doom. i know you've got a million betas now, but if you ever need a hand ;)