"On Halloween the thing

You must do

Is pretend that nothing

Can frighten you

And if something scares you

And you want to run

Jus' let on like

It's Halloween fun."- Anonymous

October 31,2011- Kansas

No, I don't want a new car

No I don't want my credit score

No I don't want to answer your survey

FBI SSA Jennifer "JJ" Jareau continued to click through her emails while sitting in the passenger seat of the moving SUV. Her attention was deeply focused on her PDA as she sat slumped back in her chair. The BAU team was driving to Philip Billiard Municipal Airport in Topeka, Kansas from a tough case in Frankfort, Kansas. JJ, Unit Chief Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner, and Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia were in one vehicle while SSA Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid and David Rossi were driving in a second SUV behind them.

"Ehhh…" she muttered while loading another page of 20 emails. They had been on a lone stretch of road for thirty minutes already and it was beginning to get dark. I hope we make it back in time- Henry is a lion; I don't want to miss that, she thought. For JJ, it was the first time she would be able to spend Halloween with her three year old son- the team had worked on the previous two Halloweens.

Deeply lost in her thoughts, JJ clicked an email from Barnes & Noble before a noise came from the engine of the SUV. The engine sputtered and smoke started to come from the engine.

"Are you serious?" JJ exclaimed as SVU came to a complete stop on the side of the road. She looked over to the Unit Chief, who muttered a curse word under his breath. The second SUV stopped behind them and Morgan got out of the driver's seat.

"This can't be happening," JJ whispered. Next to her, Hotch rolled down his window as Morgan approached the driver's side.

"What happened?" Morgan asked, as he took off his sunglasses. Hotch shook his head in disbelief and answered, "The vehicle's dead."

"Let's leave it and get to the next town to get a tow truck."

"Can't really leave a government issued vehicle on the side of the road, Morgan." Then again, who would steal it?

Morgan seemed to have read his mind. "Hotch, who is going to take it? There isn't anyone for miles."

JJ pulled out her cell phone and eyed the screen. "Guys, I don't have a signal." Garcia stuck her head out from the backseat and said, "Neither do I."

Morgan and Hotch both pulled out their phones and said, "Me neither." He heard the crunch of gravel as Rossi, Reid, and Prentiss walked over to the SUV. "Hey, do any of you, have a signal?"

"No," Prentiss answered. "What do we do, Hotch?"

Crap. Crap. "I don't think we have a choice. According to the GPS, it's at least another ten miles before we hit the next town. I'll take responsibility if anything happens to the SUV. We need to take everything out of this vehicle and document what we took and what was left."

"Ok- treat it like a crime scene," Morgan replied. He took a step back from the SUV before he heard from Hotch, "Keys."

Morgan frowned before handing over the keys of his SUV over to Hotch. "Not fair," he muttered.

"Perks of the job," Hotch replied.

Onaga, Kansas- 1 hour from Topeka, KS

This is a little eerie, Hotch thought as he pulled the SUV to a stop in front of a curb. Nightfall had come coating the town in near total darkness. They had just entered the town and only found a main road full of empty clothing stores. It took another ten minutes before the team came across large hotel. It was an unusual building to them all; it had five floors and nearly no windows. It reminded Prentiss so much of a horror movie that it made her shutter at the sight of it.

JJ waited for the SUV to come to a complete stop before glancing back to her teammates crammed in the back of the SUV. She chuckled at the sight of Prentiss and Garcia being crammed between Morgan and Rossi and Reid being nearly squished against the door on the passenger side. The third row of the vehicle was filled with their go bags and case items.

She opened the passenger door and slid out, instantly feeling the cold Kansas air. I miss Virginia weather. She walked over to a window of the hotel and peered inside. She saw an elderly woman wearing pink and blue glasses reading a paper sitting behind a furnished oak desk. JJ turned back to the SUV where her teammates stood and said, "Looks like it's open."

"I'll call the airport and a tow truck company. Alright?" Hotch directed. He walked passed JJ and pushed the large wooden doors of the bed and breakfast open.

A bell suddenly rang, causing Dolores to look up in surprise at Hotch. He gave her a nod and said, " Hi, I'm Supervisory Special Agent Hotchner with the FBI and I was wandering if you had a phone that we could use? one of our vehicles broke down 10 miles back and No one on my team can get a cell signal."

"Oh! Oh- yes of course, dear. Our phone-where is that dog gonnit phone of mine?" Dolores answered. She turned around in a complete circle looking for the phone. She suddenly stopped with her body facing Hotch. "Dear, it is up stairs next to the adorable little armoire with the pink and blue flowers. Matches the theme of the house- my favorite colors!"

"Ma am!" Hotch cut in, putting his hand up, " Thank you- I apologize; we have a flight waiting for us in Topeka. I'll only be a few." He turned and started up the large carpeted stairwell and disappeared from sight at the top of the stairs.

As soon as Hotch had left, Dolores turned to the rest of the team and said, " My name is Dolores. You all look starving! Why don't you all come in the back restaurant and get a bite to eat while you were wait for your guy to get off the phone?"

Rossi put a hand up in protest. " Ma am, we couldn't impose-"

"Nonsense! It'll be on the house! It's the least I could do for the FBI! Let me take you back there right quick!" she slid off of her chair and stepped out from behind the desk. She was more shorter than JJ had imagined; she had not realized how much height the chair gave the woman. She's adorable, JJ thought as Dolores walked over to a door across from the main desk. She pushed upon a door, revealing a small dining room and kitchen. "Take what you need- I insist. I'll send your man- what was his name- Hotchen, Hotcher-"

"Agent Hotchner," Reid replied.

"Yes, Agent Hotchner- I will send him here as soon as he is done. Ok?"

Prentiss smiled at Dolores and said, "Thank you so much, ma am."

"Dolores, dear. That ma am stuff is too old and formal for me- I'm only 62, not 80."

"You don't look a day over 50," Garcia complemented.

"Oh, you! You all are such a nice bunch! Well, I'm going to go back to the desk and keep watch on your SUV and the front desk-"

"We might as well get out stuff," JJ added. I don't want Hotch to have to deal with Strauss if something happens.

"Then we eat!"Reid exclaimed.