"Henry, Will, come on, we're gonna be late!" JJ called from her room, putting her ear rings in.
She and Will had to go to an annual dinner for Metro PD, meaning Henry was going to stay with his best friend. Jack.
Henry ran into the room and grabbed his mom's legs, almost knocking her over. He couldn't even breathe from laughing. That's when Will followed.
"I'm gonna get you!" He said, laughing along with the little boy.
"Mommy, save me!" Henry squealed as his father peeled him off and began tickling him.
"Hey, hey, enough, you two. We gotta go," JJ said, smiling. "Will, did you get Henry's bag ready?"
"Yup, it's downstairs."
"Okay then, I think we're good, boys," JJ said, grabbing her purse off of the bed and heading towards the door.
The drive to Hotch's house would've been a lot shorter if it weren't for Friday night traffic in DC. When they got there, Henry quickly jumped out of the car and grabbed his bag.
"Okay, bye, mommy, daddy," he said, waving to his parents.
JJ laughed, "Someone's in a hurry, aren't they? I'm gonna go talk to Uncle Aaron before we leave."
Henry ran up and opened Hotch's front door.
"Henry!" Will called out, "you can't just go inside someone's house like that. You gotta knock!"
"He's fine," said Aaron Hotchner, smiling as he appeared in the doorway.
"Henry!" Jack exclaimed; he was a few years older than Henry, but they still loved playing together.
"Hi, Jack!"
"Hotch, you're sure you got them?" JJ asked, looking at the two boys, who had already started to drag out pretty much every toy Jack owned.
"JJ, what could go wrong?" Hotch asked rhetorically. "They're fine."