"Well I'll just report to you if I need surgery for any rockets," she replied with an infectious grin. She gave him a steady look as he continued. "You're just one big ball of sunshine, aren't you?"

Seriously... Even Hotch wasn't that morose most of the time, and considering the things that he dealt with on a daily basis, he had more than enough room to be. This guy seriously needed a mocha vodka valium latte. Or maybe just the vodka and valium. Stimulants might not be a good idea when he was already so high strung.