Author's Note: Hey People! I do not own any Criminal Minds characters...however I do owe thousands dollars of student debt to the federal government, so I guess that is something. This is my second fan fiction piece and by far the longest. Any suggestions etc. are absolutely welcome. This will be multi-chapter, hoping to finish before I leave the country, but if not I will come back to it. Pinky swear. Hope you enjoy!

It was a beautiful Saturday. Beautiful because it was a nice 75 degrees and the sun was shining, but also beautiful because it was the first Saturday in over a month that JJ, Jennifer Jareau, wasn't chasing psychos, drinking bad coffee, or missing out on quality time with her son and husband. Will and Henry were kicking the soccer ball back and forth in their front yard as she prepared glasses of lemonade for them in the kitchen. She loved her job with a vengeance, but envied mothers who got to do this type of thing on a daily basis. One thing that working as a profiler for the Behavioral Analysis Unit had taught her was that you need to appreciate every moment that you have with the people that you love because you never know if and when they will be cut short. She glanced back at her cell phone sitting on the dining room table and willed it not to ring for another 36 hours, she desperately needed this time with her boys.

JJ carried the glasses of lemonade out the front door and set them on the small table in her yard.

"Boys, she yelled, come and get some lemonade."

JJ smiled as she watched Will scoop up Henry and carry him over to the table to get a drink.

"What do you say to your Momma?" Will asked Henry.

Henry looked up at his Mom through his shaggy blonde hair and said, "Thank you Momma."

JJ's heart almost melted at his sweet young face when she leaned down, kissed him on the nose and said, "You're welcome baby."

As the family stood around enjoying the sunshine and lemonade the mail truck drove up to the front of the house and delivered the assorted bills and letters for the day. Upon seeing the mail truck Henry got very excited and begged JJ to be able to go get the mail.

"Okay, sweetie, but come right back when you are done."

JJ smiled at Henry's ability to be amazed by simple things like the mail truck and she found herself wishing that his innocence would continue for as long as possible.

Henry ran to the end of the walk opened the gate and walked the few feet to the mailbox. He stretched up on his tiptoes to reach the door of it and pull it down. He reached even hirer to get the mail out before, walking back to the house forgetting to close the door to the mailbox and the gate. JJ chuckled as she went past Henry to finish what he started. As she reached the mailbox she noticed that Henry hadn't been tall enough to reach a letter that has been shoved all the way to the back of the box. It was a crème envelope made of a heavier, fancier material, and on the front of the letter her name was printed in an artistic script…

Ms. Jennifer Jareau

When she opened the envelope there was a thinner sheet of paper, not nearly the quality of the envelope, that held one sentence in a different font.

You made a mistake.

That was the only thing on the piece of paper, no signature, and no other explanations. JJ got a weird chill just then, as if someone was watching her. She looked up quickly and scanned her perimeter, but saw no one. Something in the back of her mind told JJ that she should not let this go, but it was the first Saturday in a month that she had been able to spend with her boys.

"All I want to focus on is lemonade and soccer she thought to herself. I will deal with whatever this is later."

So she shoved the letter into the pocket of her jeans and went back to her front yard to play goalie for Henry and Will. This was the second mistake that JJ made.

Reid

"This truly has been a great day, Reid thought to himself as he approached his apartment building, and it has been way to long since I thought that" his mind continued as he opened the doors. Besides the amazing weather he had had some truly great competition playing chess at the park today. No opponent had challenged him quite that much since Gideon and throughout the day he found himself fondly thinking of his mentor and all that he taught him. Gideon's loss had hurt him when it happened, but he was at a point in his life when he was realizing that loss is just a part of the game and now he could look back on the fond memories that the two shared.

Reid grabbed his mail and headed up the stairs thinking about the rest of his day. He got up on his reading, wrote a letter to his mom, and even did a little bird watching, something that Morgan would inevitably tease him about if he knew. He reached his apartment, opened the door and dropped his book bag and the mail on the table while he went to put on a kettle for tea. Reid was glad for this Saturday off, it had been exactly the kind of day he needed and he hoped that he would get the Sunday to relax as well. While Reid waited for the tea kettle to whistle he looked through his mail. There were the usual magazines, his electric bill and an envelope with his name on it.

Dr. Spencer Reid

Reid thought the script was fancy and wondered if Penelope was having another themed party and this was his invite. He opened the envelope and pulled out a thin white slip of paper.

You made a mistake.

was the message that was printed on the paper. Reid flipped the slip of paper over to see if there was anything else in included in the note, like a signature.

"This is the weirdest party invitation yet", he mumbled to himself. Reid rolled the phrase over in his mind trying to figure out what the phrasing could possibly mean or who the send could be. He grabbed his phone off the table and quickly called Penelope on the phone.

"Hey Sweetness, she purred when answering the phone. Please don't tell me you are calling me because we have a case."

"Oh no, there isn't a case, Reid replied. I was just wondering if you had sent me anything in the mail recently."

"No, Hun I haven't sent you anything."

"Are you being serious, persisted Reid, you aren't having some type of theme party soon or anything?"

"No, Penelope answered, but that sounds like a great idea! she exclaimed. Thanks for the idea Reid!"

"You're welcome, I guess," he replied but Penelope had already hung up.

With the only logical theory that he had disproven Reid decided that he would revisit the mysterious letter later. He told himself that it was probably nothing, but when the tea kettle went off he jumped in the air and wondered to himself, "why am I so jumpy?"