When Morgan walked into Hotch's office Monday morning, that last thing he expected to see was his boss with a cast on his arm. "Whoa. When Director Strauss said that you turned down a case this weekend, she didn't say that you had visited the ER."
Hotch glanced up with that long-suffering look. "This happened after."
"Tell me that the other guy got the worse end of the fight," Morgan teased as he threw himself into one of Hotch's visitor chairs.
"The other guy was Dean Wesson."
Wesson, Wesson. It took Morgan a few moments to place the name. "Wait a minute. That's the kid who was taken in a bakery robbery and the UnSub ended up with several broken bones. I always assumed that the big brother made that happen just before we got there and the UnSub was scared enough of him to blame the kid."
"No. It was Dean. I had invited Sam and Dean to my place to teach Jack to defend himself. I finally happened upon the means of payment that they'd accept. Dean spent the weekend teaching. I was Dean's 'attacker' and Sam was Jack's."
Morgan leaned forward with interest. "How did my boy do?"
Hotch shrugged and looked smug. "Sam has a broken collarbone."