A/N: My OK State teacher has been hinting greatly at getting another story in this verse. I thought she might enjoy this before she starts back into her new school year with her not so wonderful munchkins that try her patience. And besides, I'm not in the mood to dive into my next story that is in my queue. Its summer, I'm in happy mode and honestly, still mulling over my other idea of how to make it work.

And speaking of honesty, this is my verse as Hotch and Rossi as a married couple with Jack, adopted by Dave, as their son. I know that doesn't work in some peeps world. I accept your decision without any bias; but please, just walk away right now and don't read instead of shooting the writer that chooses to write this verse.

All rights to the CM characters belong to Mark Gordon Productions, CBS and ABC Studios.

Like always, this is a completely written FF. You will get a chapter a day; but just a heads up to folks, mainly my Euros. While I post at my usual time, the story does show up on the FF site within 20 minutes. However, it's been taking 5-7 hours for the email notifications to be sent. *draws out ready light saber at FF*

And a side note: I'm taking a bit of my mentor's wonderful writing style she uses occasionally. I've based it around a song.

*Knightly bow*

Chapter 1

Jack Hotchner was giddy with excitement sitting in the backseat of his Papa's SUV. The family was on their way to spend a whole week at the cabin in Little Creek. It was late August. Jack would be starting school in two weeks and his parents had been out of town most of the month on cases. It was time for all of them to be together as a family.

With Max contentedly conked out at his feet, Jack played games and listened to his music list with his ear buds on his iPad mini. His parents had resolutely refused to buy him a Smart Phone like many of his classmates already had. Yet, last Christmas, they gave into technology and bought him the device. That brought back memories for the three of them.

Like always, with anything remotely related to technology, they went to Garcia for advice. Yet under the dire threat to not say anything, Garcia had conveniently let it slip what was going on. It's Christmas after all ;) she texted to some people. The team had bought gift cards for Jack to make his holiday even more special with his new iPad.

Dave and Hotch appeared in her lair shortly after Christmas. She looked at the two of them and knew she was in trouble. Hotch looked at her. "You broke your promise to us Garcia. You are going to pay for that; in two ways." Garcia gulped loudly.

Dave intoned sternly. "It is your responsibility to see that Jack does not spend one penny over the amount of his gift cards. And you don't cover if he's a 'bit over'," he said, wagging a finger at her. "Not one penny."

"Yes sir," Garcia meekly said.

"And," Hotch added, "you do not do it on Bureau time."

"But sir, how can I do that…." Garcia got out before she could see the two parents starting to change their expressions.

Dave looked at her, smiling gently. "My book agent got us two tickets to a play we want to see Saturday night. Can you and Kevin come over, watch Jack, you three have it with the gift cards, still under rule one," he pointed at her. "And then spend the night," he smiled more.

Hotch added his. "That also includes a Dave Sunday brunch."

"Most definitely," the Tech Genius beamed. "It's a date!" Between the two techno wizards, Jack had scored on games he loved and his music play list was filled with his favorites that had Penny, as Jack called her, and Kevin shaking their heads in wonderment.

He looked his parents in the eye the next morning. "And I've still got six dollars and thirty-seven cents left in my Amazon account," he proudly reported.

Jack's love of music, besides his dark blonde hair, was something he had inherited from Haley. While his dad was not tone deaf by any imagination, being able to sing in his own right, music had pretty much been forbidden in the home he grew up in.

Dave, on the other hand, loved music. It was a bond the father and son shared together and Aaron quickly appreciated. Music was a part of the Rossi/Hotchner mansion. Jack fell asleep many nights to Dave playing opera music in his study while writing his latest book.

In the car however, the station was tuned to Dave's favorite oldies rock channel. Jack looked up from his game to see his parents laughing at something. He pulled his ear buds out, wrapping them over his shoulder as he had seen the older kids do. "What's up guys?"

Dave pointed to his right at the car Aaron was starting to pass on the freeway. A few more miles, they would take the exit to the Virginia state road that would head towards the cabin. Jack, sitting behind his dad, leaned his shoulders and neck up a bit to look out the passenger side window in the back. He noticed the man, dressed like a clown, driving the convertible Mercedes as Aaron passed him. Jack roared. "Papa, you've always said only clowns drive Mercedes," he laughed more.

Jack was getting old enough to understand Dave's wealth. While they lived in a mansion, it was in a neighborhood that matched it. Beyond that, Dave refused to overtly flaunt his status. Dave's Chevrolet Tahoe Aaron was driving completely blended in on the freeway. Of course, it had all the bells and whistles on the inside. They all laughed together again as Aaron moved back into the right lane.

As Jack was about to put his ear buds back in, a song came on the radio. Jack heard the opening guitar strains and brightly smiled. The keyboard music came in and Bruce Springsteen started to belt out the song.

Jack sang along; at the top of his lungs. I had a friend back in high school was big baseball player; he could throw that speed ball by you; make you look like a fool boy. Saw him at this roadside bar the other night as I walking in; he was walking out. We went inside, sat down and had few drinks but all he kept talkin' about was glory days as the rest of the E Street Band joined in on the tag line of the song. Aaron and Dave looked at each other. Dave smiled and turned the volume up on the radio. Jack sang along with the rest of the song; word for word.

When it finished Dave turned the volume down and Aaron eyed Jack in the rearview mirror. "Buddy?"

Jack smiled. "Dad, you remember when me, you and Papa went to the Nats game this summer?" Jack, a diehard Washington Nationals fan, had spent a wonderful evening at a game with his parents in June; it was a rare night with them all together. Hotch nodded at him in the mirror with a smile. "When they brought in a pitcher to get warmed-up when the Braves' starter Santana got hurt, they played that at the park. I liked it," he sheepishly smiled.

Dave was looking at Jack over his shoulder and knew his son. "And…"

Jack looked down and then at his Papa. "I might have convinced Rosa to help me call Penny; to download the song to my playlist." Dave looked at him. "Papa, it's one of my favorite songs."

Dave looked at Hotch and saw him slightly smiling. The couple had quarreled early in their relationship about Dave not wanting to step up to be an enforcer parent. "OK Jack; but you don't do that again. Penny has too much to do to help the team."

"I get that Papa; but it was only one song, it only cost me ninety-nine cents and I knew she could do it a heartbeat." Aaron stifled a laugh. "I won't do it again Papa."

Dave looked at him. "You do, you'll lose the ….."

"Five dollars and thirty eight cents," Jack said. Aaron bit his tongue to keep from smiling, far less laughing at their son's math abilities.

"Yes that, from your Amazon account; plus a week allowance," Dave added. The couple had also relented to start giving Jack a weekly allowance. Rosa had pushed that, pointing out how much Jack lived up to his responsibilities taking care of Max. Jack tucked away his five dollars every Saturday night to put towards more games in the future. And the soon to be third grader deeply understood the value of losing money.

"I understand Papa," Jack said. "I promise." Dave nodded at him with a smile and Jack put his ear buds back in.

Once Aaron had pulled off the freeway, Jack shut down his iPad and three of them talked about what they wanted to do for the week. As usual, they had stopped at Molly's Place for dinner, enjoying the Friday night fish fry again. The whole staff had stopped by to marvel at Jack's new haircut that Aunt Jess had helped him get.

Less than an hour later, Aaron pulled the SUV into the driveway of cabin, hitting the button to open the garage door. Max lifted his head, looking at his best bud. "Yup Max," Jack deeply smiled, "we're here." Max heartily barked his approval, standing up on all four paws, wagging his tail. Now fully grown, Dave felt every hit against the back of his seat. Aaron parked the vehicle.

Once again, the family worked as a team to get the SUV unloaded as Max used the lawn to first relieve himself then checking things over on the outside. He happily barked a welcome to a squirrel that quickly scampered up the nearest tree, sending two rabbits in the yard scurrying off as well.

With the back patio doors already open to the screens, Jack shook his head at his dad as they unloaded the cooler contents into the fridge. "I gotta work on that some more with him," Jack said, shaking his head.

Aaron laughed. "Good luck with that buddy."

"Dad?"

"Son, he's a dog." Jack looked at him. "At least Max didn't chase after them," he smiled.

"So that's a win?"

Aaron rubbed his neck. "Yeah buddy, it is." When they finished, Jack whistled for Max and he bounded up the back patio and in the door Jack held open. They went down the hall and Aaron knew where they were going.

Dave came down the steps, having got the luggage upstairs and unpacked. He looked at Aaron. "Jack making his usual visit?" Aaron softly smiled, nodding his head.

In his Papa's study, Jack stood in front of the bookcase, looking up at the urn holding Mudgie's ashes. Max sat silently at his side. After a few minutes, Max nosed his hand. Jack smiled and rubbed his head. "You're right Max; we say 'hi' but Mudg would want us to be happy here; he was." Max nuzzled his head into Jack's body. Jack smiled at him, rubbed his neck and nodded his head at Max to follow him out.

The long day they all had started to creep in as they got themselves settled. Dave made popcorn and they gathered together on the couch to watch a DVD. Dave smiled as Aaron put in the DVD. Jack, having met Harrison Scott, had got curious about the military and serving in combat. The couple had discussed long and hard and decided to let their son get a taste. The plan for the week was to watch the HBO mini-series Band of Brothers. Both the parents knew they could talk Jack through the somewhat graphic parts of battle, while giving their son a history lesson. Max got his few treats of popcorn and then plopped down on the floor by the fireplace.

Through the hour plus long first episode, Dave paused the DVD occasionally so they could answer Jack's questions. While Dave had seen the mini-series before, it was new to Aaron as well and they all enjoyed it.

As the credits at the end started rolling, Jack yawned deeply. He let Max out and then yawned more deeply as at them as he let Max in. The parents smiled at each other and got Jack upstairs, tucking him in bed fifteen minutes later. Max hopped on Jack's bed and conked out as hard as his young friend.

Dave and Aaron each enjoyed a small tumbler of scotch until Aaron yawned. Dave smiled. "You go upstairs," he smiled taking Aaron's glass. "I'll get things taken care of for the night down here."

Aaron smiled. "Sounds good; but Dave, if you have a couple pulls on your Cuban cigar, please brush your teeth before you climb in bed with me," he said, kissing Dave.

Twenty minutes later, Dave walked through their darkened bedroom with the moonlight illuminating the room through the windows. He pulled the covers up and noticed how Aaron was dressed. He looked at him. "You're naked?" Aaron rolled over and looked at Dave.

He smiled at him with a lustful grin. "Why aren't you?"

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A/N: I'm gonna stick to the "T" rating. What y'all do with your imaginations after that is fine by me. :D