It's short, I know. It'll get better, I hate writing first chapters, it's so hard to figure out where to start. Get ready for some adorable sibling love in this story, cause it'll happen. It's kind of Morgan centered, though, since he's the baby. Please read and review, let me know what you think. :)

I don't own Criminal Minds or any of their lovely characters.

"Stop!" A deep voice shouted from behind the group of friends. Morgan, Garcia, and Spencer all turned around to see a large man with a gun standing before them, pointing the weapon at Morgan, the strongest looking person in the small group.

"Whoa man, just calm down now," Morgan tried to calm the crazed man, holding his hands up in front of him. They had all just got done watching a horror movie in the theater and were trying to go back to Morgan's car.

"No! I'm not going to calm down! I've lost everything! Now, give me all your money!" He cried, his eyes wide with seriousness as he nodded his head towards Morgan's pocket.

Morgan reached into his pocket slowly before grabbing the gun on it's holster and pointing it at the man, but before he could pull the trigger, the crazed man already had. They all screamed and went crashing down, and before they knew, the man had panicked and bolted. Morgan felt as if he should hurt, but he felt no pain. He looked over to his right and saw Spencer laying on his side, facing away from him, but he looked different. Smaller for some reason.

"Pretty boy?" Morgan said and then gasped. His voice was weird, it was very high pitched. He grabbed his throat and furrowed his eyebrows curiously, "What the-" He gasped again. What was wrong with him.

Spencer groaned and rolled onto his back and looking up at the stars, "What happened?"

His voice sounded different as well. What was going on. Spencer suddenly sat up and rubbed the back of his head, Morgan then noticed Spencer was shorter than before. What was going on, this was so confusing.

"Spencer?" Garcia piped up, not realizing her own tone of voice yet.

"Garcia?" Spencer furrowed his eyebrows and looked towards his friends direction before gasping, "Oh my God!"

"What?! What's wrong?" Garcia cried before looking down at herself, "Oh God! I'm little! And so are you, Morgan!"

"What?!" Morgan shouted, looking down at himself. Why was he the smallest? Why not Garcia or Reid? Morgan started to panic as he looke dup at Spencer, "Why are you the biggest?!"

"I don't know! Why are you a five year old?!" Spencer cried, shaking visibly.

"I'm six, thank you very much," Morgan replied irritably.

"How do you know that?" Spencer questioned.

"Because, I'm getting memories from when I was six," Morgan said, pointing to his head, "I'm remembering all of them all the sudden."

"Yeah, he's right, I'm about twelve," Garcia said, "Please tell me this is a dream!"

"How old are you, Pretty Boy?" Morgan asked.

"I don't know, sixteen maybe," Spencer said, "And don't call me pretty boy while you're like that."

"Sorry, it's a habit!" Morgan shouted back.

"Yeah, don't call me baby girl either, that'd be weird," Garcia warned him, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Actually, I think it'd be kind of cute," Spencer smiled, snickering at the thought of it.

"Shut up!" Garcia yelled before getting to her feet, "Come on, we have got to tell Hotch or Rossi about this."

"You're right," Spencer nodded, standing as well and pulling Morgan up by the hand.

"Don't hold my hand!" Morgan cried, yanking it out of Spencer's grip.

"Come on, let's go," Spencer said, grabbing Morgan's keys and wallet off the ground before heading to his truck.