The Hotchners!

Summary: Hotch is married to Prentiss, they have adopted a fourteen year old girl named Samaria Eva. Hotch and Emily have custody of Jack, he's about ten in this story. AU all the way.

Disclaimer!: I dont own Criminal Minds, it belongs to its parents, I own Sammi (Samaria Eva) and others you may not know..if I did, H/P all the way.

A/N!: Mmk, this is my third attempt at a story, the other two were shot down cause I didn't know what to write o.o, so here is another shot. I hope you enjoy this story cause it has been sitting on my brain for quite sometime. Um..like I said, Jack is about ten, maybe eleven in this story, and Sammi is fourteen. Okay? Okay.

Oh! And another thing, part of my reason for my writers block is cause I dont know what to do with the others, so this is probably gonna be longer than five chapters, or two chapters...haha, I have been reading alot of sienna27's brilliant stuff (: and of alot of other Hotch stuff, to get my brain working..Okay I think I have most of my thoughts for the A/N here for now..alrighty, lets began shall we?

Families are like fudge - mostly sweet with a few nuts. ~Author Unknown

Chapter 1: Burnt Cheerios and Spit Bubbles

What's that smell?

Aaron Hotchner sat up in bed, he furrowed his brows and he sniffed again. Smells like cheerios on fire.. he pulled the covers back, going over that sentence he just said in his head. FIRE!!! his head was swirling, he looked over to his sleeping wife and got up, pulling on his shoes and got the fire extinguisher off of the floor. "Emily, Fire!" he quickly hissed at his wife. Emily turned a bit, opening her eyes slightly. "What?" she asked. "It smells like fire!" Hotch said again going for the bedroom door. Emily quickly got out of bed, sprinting after her husband. Once they got into the livingroom, the microwave had smoke coming out of it, Samaria with a now melted bowl in her hand, cheerios and milk on the floor, and Jack with his hand on his head. "DADDY! SHE HIT ME!" Jack caught eye of his dad coming with a fire extinguisher and Emily following closely behind. "Yeah, cause Nerd-boy here decided to stick my cheerios into the microwave with the spoon still in it and cook it on high for about fifty seconds!" Samaria was pretty tense, her face red, and her voice high. It was usually high when she was upset. Hotch set the extinguisher down on the counter and looked at his two children. "Jack, go sit on your bed, Sammi, stay here." Hotch said. Sammi made a face as Jack happily ran into his room. Emily put a hand on her forehead, sighing. "I honestly tried to stop the pip-squeek." Sammi folded her arms. She was adopted only six months ago, pretty shy, and harsh. But was adjusting to the new life. "First, stop calling Jack Nerd-Boy and pip-squeek. Second, how did he get your bowl in the first place?" Hotch asked, crossing his arms. "I turned my back for one second to watch Cribz on MTV. Next thing you know boom boom pow." she huffed slightly. "Alright, go get ready for school, and apologize to Jack." Emily quietly said. "APOLOGIZE?! WHY THE HELL SHOULD I APOLOGIZE?!" Sammi practically wailed at her adopted parents. "Dont you DARE use that tone and language at US young lady." Hotch have her a stern stare before she rolled her eyes and walked off to Jack's room. Emily picked up the bowl, examining it before she just threw the whole thing away. "I didn't know you can threat." Emily gave him a sly smile before she got some paper towels. "You know I can threat, I just wish that she wouldn't be this..teenagerish." he sighed getting a washcloth, damping it with hot soap and water. "Looks like we are gonna need a new microwave.." Emily looked at the one that was just smoked out, and on the inside, blackened cheerios and just, black.

It use to be nice, clean, and white.

"Yeah, well, I need to teach Jack how to cook.." Hotch started to soak up the milk with the washcloth. Emily let out a small giggle and bit her lip, hiding her smile. "What? You dont think I can teach my own son how to cook?" he stopped, looking at her. "Your the dad, you do what you want." she looked up to him. "Can I get that in writing? Signed in blood?" he teased her. Emily let out a laugh now, sitting on the floor. Hotch laughed a bit himself, ever since he married Emily three years back, he had been more..of a solid rock at work, and a soft teddy bear at home. He was espically happy when he and Emily got custody of Jack. And then six months ago, they were clear to adopt Sammi. She was orginally from Toronto, Canada. Before her parents decided to dump her on the side of the road, beaten into an almost bloody pulp. That's when she turned herself into the child services and lived in a foster home for about a year until she was adopted by the Hotchners. Emily stood after the cheerios and dropped them down the sink. Hotch came up behind her, and rang out the washcloth before he started to rinse out the milk that was still in there. Emily leaned her head back, onto his shoulder, while he put one arm around her waist."Just think, this is what we wanted, we come home to them after cases and we are happy." Hotch kissed her forehead, pulling back slightly before going into the laundry room, putting the washcloth up. "I'll go see how the Rugrats are doing." Emily kissed him and disappeared into Jack's room. Jack was asleep on his bed, Sammi was fixing to exit, going past Emily she entered her room and shut the door.

Sammi was sitting in the back seat of the SUV along with her brother. He was doing his spit bubbles and she was listening to her iPod, trying to ignore him. Once his spit bubble popped, some of it landed on her hand.

Oops.

Sammi looked over to him, her jaw set. "HE JUST SPAT ON ME!" she complained, taking off her headphones. "It was probably just an accident.." Emily craned her neck around, trying to see what had happened..yet again. Sammi gaped at her as Hotch cleared his voice. "It was an accident, just wipe it off..and Jack? Say your sorry." he looked at them from the rear view mirror. Jack looked down and sighed. "Im sorry.." he murmured. "You better be.." Sammi hissed at him, before wiping the liquid on his shirt. "HAYY!" Jack wailed this time. Hotch had just stopped at the stop light before turned his neck around this time. "Samaria, that was UNCALLED FOR! Say your sorry to Jack or I will have to come back there myself." Hotch warned the both of them. Sammi rolled her eyes, apologizing under her breath and leaned back. "Hay! I saw that!" Jack gave off a traditional hotchner glare to Sammi. "Why you little-".

Turns out, its good to have an adult between the two kids in the backseat and someone else driving.

After dropping off the kids at their school, a kindergarten through twelveth grade. After the Rugrats were safely in class, the two climbed back into the vehical, Aaron driving this time. "God, they are a handful." Emily sighed, checking her hair status. "Well, at least they will be preoccupied at school.." Hotch murmured, keeping his eyes on the road. "I hope its a slow day, Sammi wants to go see a movie and Jack wants to spend the night at Devon's house, again." Emily noted. "If it isn't, and we have a case, we will get a baby sitter this time." Hotch said conversationally. "Devon's parents are pretty nice, Garcia checked their backround all the way, squeeky clean. If we, heaven forbid this, do have a case, the kids could stay there until we come back." Emily looked over to her husband who furrowed his brows. "They do have a twelve year old daughter, dont they? What's her name?" Hotch glanced over at his wife. "Abigal." she reminded him. "Abigal..sweet Abigal." he thought about it some more then nodded. "I like your plans, Hotchner." he smiled a bit. "Thank you, Sir." she smirked as she saw him giving her a small smile.