"ARE WE GOING TO TALK ABOUT THIS?" Spencer asked, pushing his feet forward in an effort to keep up with Hotch and Morgan. An hour had passed and the team had just met back at the bureau. Cruz was already waiting on one of the two jets on standby.
Rossi raised a brow from behind him. He was the only one out of the men who weren't in a rush. The jets weren't going to go anywhere without them. "About what?"
The three men ignored his question, inching closer to the planes.
"Hotch, come on," Spencer pleaded, desperate for the man to change his mind.
Letting a breath out through his nose, Hotch pressed his lips together. "Reid, my answer was no an hour ago and it's "no" now," he answered, leaving no room for argument in his tone. However, the doctor wasn't going to settle for that, and they all knew it.
