A/N: As I sorta work myself back into this writing thing, I knew I had to go home. To the story I love.

As always all rights to the CM characters belong to CBS, ABC Studios and Mark Gordon Productions. And again, this is a completely written FF. You'll get a chapter a day. Sorry, though, no Monday special. It's extremely short! At least by my standards. ;)

A/N2: I owe my loyal readers of this whole story an apology. I know I've bounced around between what high school Matt and Mike attend. I pride myself on knowing my story but failed on that one. However, I've got it straight now. It will be the same high school that Jack graduates from. Of course, I'll be writing that one in the nursing home. ;)

Chapter 1

The autumn air was crisp and cool in northern Virginia. It was a typical football Friday night in late October. The football field, the "combatant zone" as Mike called it was bathed in the huge lights, high on the poles surrounding the field. And there was an air of electricity in the air at Laney Field at Woodbridge High School. But it wasn't from the lights; it was for the game.

The Woodbridge Cardinals were taking on their arch rival in all high school sports. The Panthers of Dale City were a mere eight miles away. The rivalry was storied; both in girls' and boys' sports team that each played.

Yet, there was so much more on the line; each team had an undefeated record. Whoever won this game would certainly get the top seed in the Virginia 4A division playoffs. The teams were ranked one and two in the state standings for the division.

Cait and Aaron Hotchner had spent many Friday fall nights like this since they were married, first with Matt and now with Mike and they loved it.

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Earlier that Friday morning, the entire team gathered early in the Round Table room for their usual 10 am morning briefing. Aaron, sitting at his desk, noticed them all going in early and immediately knew something was up and had pretty much profiled what it was. He texted Cait; You might what to double that batch of chili you're going to make. Team will be there. Sorry about late arrangements; know you can handle. Luvs ya. He grabbed his files, iPad and headed in as well, with a small smile on his face.

That's my team.

Aaron looked around at his team as he entered. It was not normal for him to enter in that early. He usually let the team have their bullshit, laugh, make fun of each other session before he walked in the door.

He noticed the looks from all of them when he walked in and gave them the Hotchner glare and then smiled deeply. "The chili feed starts at 5:30 before the game at our house. Those stands are going to get jam packed early. Cait and I are there a half hour early."

The team all looked at him. "Hotch," Morgan smiled. "Cait doesn't need to feed us."

Hotch smiled. "But you know she will."

Dave smiled, sitting down in a chair. "Myself, along with Jimmy, were sorta counting on dat." Hotch just shook his head, yet inwardly smiling. Dave was healing from his loss of Erin.

Emily raised her hand. "Then tell Cait I'm on cracker patrol. Keebler has put out a garlic flavored one that is the bomb." JJ pointed at her.

"James found that one last weekend when he was home," Alex beamed. "They are the best." Emily and JJ both pointed at her.

Morgan looked at Reid. "You and I kid are on beer patrol."

Aaron shook his head. "You all have got enough in our beer fridge; we'd appreciate you depleting it a bit," he said with a smile. "Except for you and James Alex. Cait and I drink Miller Lite. You want something different, bring it," he smiled. His cell pinged with a text message in his suit pants pocket. He pulled it out, read the message and smiled.

Dave, the ultimate Cheshire cat, leaned back in his chair. "Let me guess Aaron; Cait just said bring it on."

Hotch shook his head and looked at Dave. "Asshole." The rest roared and went heads down into their briefing.

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A/N: First off, yes I've let go of Erin Strauss in this story as well. I had to; otherwise I'd probably screw it up. However for a certain Dutch person, Emily remains.

Notes that are not in order: Keebler makes a club cracker, regular flavor that my dad and I love with the chili I make.

To all my international readers, the football is the American version, which I'm sure you figured out. Laney Field is homage to my alma mater's HS football field, named after former alum that died in a car accident. Doc Laney was the town doctor for years; it was his son that died. He paid for lights on the football field when the new HS was built, in honor of his son who was an outstanding running back for our HS team back in his day with our school.

And yes, I know, extremely short chapter by my standards. ;) I'm an FF writer sorta trying to suck you in while I try to get back in the groove. I hope it works.