A/N: OK, I'll be the first to admit it; I lied. I said I doubted if I would come back to this story and these characters. However, and in my own defense, in my final chapter A/N's I did mention that the 8.06 episode of CM that I was hearing about might get some things churning in my brain.

It did.

All rights to the CM characters belong to Mark Gordon Studios, CBS, and ABC Studios. And I must mention that Virgil Williams, the writer of the episode I mentioned, deserves credit for sparking my idea.

*Knightly bow of head*

The Challenge

Derek Morgan walked into the BAU bullpen shaking his head. Hotch and Rossi were standing around Prentiss' and Reid's desk, helping them with a profile for the Springfield, Illinois police department.

He walked up to hear Rossi say, "They got a serial rapist that is an idiot."

Hotch nodded his head. Prentiss looked at him. "Hotch, they sound desperate. They may need our help on site."

Dave shook his head again. "All they have to do is get into their state criminal system and find the moron that matches the profile."

Hotch added, "He's not going to stray too far from home and he knows the area." Pointing at Reid, acknowledging his profile, he added, "He's from the area. That will narrow their search. And he more than likely doesn't have a car. And the unsub, that served jail time, is now released, and back in the area. Like you said Emily, they only go cold for so long for a reason. Tell them to narrow it down to biters and if they don't get any results, have them re-contact us and I'll get Garcia on it. But tell them we are confident, with this profile, they should be able to catch this guy."

Reid arched an eyebrow. "And if this detective keeps hammering me, Emily or Garcia over the head like he has the past two days, three times a day….."

"He's a lazy ass detective that wants us to do his work," Rossi intoned.

Hotch pointed at Dave. "Transfer him to me. I'll get him doing his job. This is textbook. They don't need us."

Hotch, who was leaning on JJ's desk as Dave sat on the corner of Reid's, looked at Morgan. "And your problem is?"

Morgan handed Hotch the fax he just received. "Our annual invitation to get our asses kicked by the Presidential Secret Service detail; I'm really getting tired of their crap."

"Again," Reid asked, looking dejected.

"Assholes," JJ muttered under her breath.

Competitiveness among federal government workers was the norm. And they all knew the Secret Service staff that protected the President was one of the best. They all highly respected the job they did. And given what they all did, really didn't envy their heavy responsibilities. Yet, this staff saw the BAU members as the only team to challenge them as "the best" of the "feds". Their annual softball game gave them the bragging rights.

Hotch looked at the fax Morgan had received and read it thoroughly. He smiled at Dave and handed it to him. Morgan shook his head.

"Hotch, you know I respect you. But how the hell can you smile man?"

"Dave, read Morgan rule eight."

"A team may have directly related family members, but must be 80% government employees." Dave smiled.

Emily looked at JJ and Morgan and then the two senior members of the team. "Count me in with Derek in the 'completely lost' column."

Hotch smiled and looked at JJ. "Can we get Will in this year?" Hotch knew, through Will's talks with Zach after supporting the Central Cardinals for a second season, he played more than his fair share of ball in his day. Jayje smiled and nodded her head.

Morgan, starting to catch on, smiled. Dave smiled at the rest of the team. "Two years ago, our secret weapon was not available. Last year, he was on crutches, in a cast."

Prentiss catching on beamed. "This year, he's not."

Dave pointed at her. "Boom."

Reid, looking up, smiled. "Cob."

"Boom pretty boy," Derek smiled, with a finger point.

Reid thought for a second. "Zach's a catcher! I don't have to play that position anymore!" he smiled.

Morgan shook his head at him. "Sorry pretty boy, it's slow pitch softball; we can use Zach somewhere else. You're our catcher. Just like the last two years." He looked at Hotch. "We in?"

Hotch smiled at him, handing the fax back to him that Dave had gave him back. "As you say Derek, 'game on'. You organize the practices. Zach and I will be there. And Derek, one request…."

Derek Morgan smiled brightly, interrupting him. "All over it Hotch. Jack's our batboy."

"I'll take care of our uni's, as usual," Dave smiled. Rossi's monster bank account, and trying to change the team's luck, provided new t-shirts and baseball caps for the team every year.

Morgan looked around the bullpen to find Brian Anderson, the agent that supported the team. Spotting him, he said, "Yo B! You up for a little revenge?"

Brian Anderson smiled his response.

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A/N: Yeah, I know. I'm gonna do the baseball/softball thing again. Just bear with me and hang on. There is going to be my two Hotchner sons, and lots of team. Trust me.