Hello there! It has been a few days since I got off my bum to write. I usually write every day. But I have been very sick. Now that the fever is down and the antibiotics are starting to do their thing, I feel like I can write again. Anyway, apologies galore to the late, great Shel silverstein for the use of his title. It happens to be one of my favorite poems of his, from my favorite book of his. It also was the only thing that made sense for this. Also, there is mention of Maggie in this story. If all you know is what you can gather from the first chapter which is that she is his girlfriend with whom he does not live, you'll be okay with this story. If you want to really know who she is, you are most welcome to check out my earlier stories where she is explained in much more detail. Thank you so much for reading. Please don't forget to hit the review button on your way out.-J

An elite pre-school sits silent in the darkness of night. The sign in the front reads Sterling Academy; it is the sort of place that very pretentious, upwardly mobile couples begin applications for prior to even conceiving their offspring.

A dark and nondescript sedan pulls up in front of the building and a figure determined to blend into the shadows bolts out of the car. There is a crash through one of the windows and another crash as yet another window is broken. The second crash is followed by a flash and fire. The figure darts back to the still running vehicle and speeds away.

In the break room at the BAU, Reid is pulling a container from the microwave.

Morgan: What is that kid, it smells amazing!

Reid: Um, chicken and dumplings. Maggie sends food home with me whenever I leave her place. She thinks I won't eat otherwise.

Morgan: She's sort of right. Look, she worries about her man while he's away from her and there's only so much she feels she can do to take care of you. Besides, women get off on feeding their men, Reid. You've got the sociology degree, surely you get that.

Reid: Sure this would date back to man's cave dwelling days. A woman would need to find a way to keep a man happy in order to have someone to protect her cave and her offspring as well as to hunt for her.

Morgan: Also, a well fed man was better able to hunt and protect.

Reid took a moment to digest this as well as to take in that Maggie saw him as her man. That was so much cooler than boyfriend.

Reid: I have an extra container today. You know, you have my back so she'd want you taken care of too.

Morgan: Thanks man.

Prentiss leans into the room.

Prentiss: Mmmmm….smells good. Uh, Hotch wants everyone in the conference room in five.

The men nod in acknowledgement.

Reid: On high for 3 minutes, stir and I'll meet you in there.

Morgan smiles and nods.

The team minus J.J. is gathered at the round table waiting to hear whatever J.J. is bringing them.

Rossi: We need a new rule here that you can't bring in food that smells that good unless you have enough for everyone.

Reid: I'll tell Maggie. Her freezer is stuffed. She cooks almost obsessively and she lives alone, well, mostly alone. I'm not there that often because of work and the cats are on a special diet.

Rossi: Where did you find this woman again?

Reid: Actually she found me.

Garcia: Don't look so grumpy Rossi, you know we girls just can't resist the pretty ones; especially when they look like helpless baby woodland creatures.

The group laughs and Reid blushes refocusing on his lunch. J.J. enters the room passing out folders as she goes.

J.J.: Did I miss something?

Hotch: Not really.

Prentiss (with a conspiratory tone): I'll tell you later.

Hotch: What do you have for us, J.J.?

J.J.: This is Sterling Academy. It's an exclusive preschool in Providence, Rhode Island. Last night two objects were thrown through two separate windows in the front of the building. The second of those objects was a Molotov cocktail which caused the fire alarms to go off triggering emergency response. After the fire was extinguished, this was discovered.

The next slide shows a brick with paper rubber banded around it.

J.J.: The note reads, in printed block letters, "I could kill them all. I could take them all. I will end it all."

Reid: It?

J.J. shrugs and shakes her head indicating that she has no idea how to answer his question.

Prentiss: "Them" means the children?

J.J.: Providence PD is taking that position.

Hotch: That's good. Even if that's not the intent, it'll keep the kids safe. J.J., get the jet ready?

She nods and they all stand to adjourn beginning to talk amongst themselves starting to formulate ideas about the case.