Author's Note; I dedicate my first song fic to the wonderfully talented BonesBird who's H/H stories have inspired moi!!! Plus, she kindly offered to beta this so bug hugs to her!!

Considering the fact that Hotch and Haley were highschool sweethearts, this is a three/four part fic based on the Tim McGraw song 'Please Don't Take The Girl' - I don't own anything, but workin' on Hotch - hehe!!

Please Don't Take The Girl

Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old
A little girl came through the front gate holdin' a fishing pole
His dad looked down and smiled, said we can't leave her behind
Son I know you don't want her to go but someday you'll change your mind
And Johnny said "Take Jimmy Johnson, take Tommy Thompson, take my baby bro
Take anybody that you want as long as she don't go
Take any boy in the world
Daddy please don't take the girl
Please Don't Take The Girl

"Alright, we'll be back in time for dinner....," John Hotchner promised with a kiss to his wife's cheek.

He had been in an especially good mood this past week and was delivering on his promise to take Aaron fishing on the north lake. Despite his obvious excitement, the dark-haired child somberly shadowed his father's every move as he put on his jacket, grabbed his fishing box and balanced his new rod in a bid to leave for the anticipated trip.

Taking the one-year-old Séan up in her hands, Cecelia followed her men to the door, making sure John remembered to take the lunch she'd prepared and the dry change of clothes she'd laid out. She was just about as thrilled about the trip as Aaron appeared to be - finally he had some time to spend with his idol.

Loosening the hat his mother had tied too tight, little Aaron enthusiastically juggled his luggage as he followed his father down the garden path. His delight soon turned to confusion however, as he saw the tip of another fishing rod glide along on the other side of their wall. His confusion then turned to dismay as his five year old neighbour made her way through their gate.

"Well hey there Miss Haley....," an amused John brightly greeted. The Brooks family had temporarily moved next door two weeks ago and this little blonde haired girl had proved herself to be a formidable playmate for his eight-year-old son.

"Hi Mis'er Hotchner," she replied, animatedly agitated with trying to carry her pink fishing box and rod whilst modelling her matching pink wellingtons. "Hi Aaron..."

The boy said nothing at first, but simply furrowed his brow and scowled.

"We can't leave her behind, Aaron," his smiling father insisted, taking Haley's baggage from her, "but someday you might be glad to have some girls around... maybe some day you'll thank me!"

"Da-ad!" came the unconvinced plea, "that's not fair... fishing is a boys trip! Can't we bring Andy with us, or Tommy? Or even take Séan, I don't care... but please don't take the girl!"

Thanks so much for reading - the next chapt. will be much longer, I promise!!

xxx