As always I do not own any part of Criminal Minds. This is a one shot well slightly more that a one shot, It doesn't have anything to do with the ongoing story I am writing it is just an idea I had, I hope you enjoy it and please feel free to leave feed back, it is appreciated.

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Cinny

Chapter 1

The team worked a particularly hard case and they were tired and hungry. Spending three days eating food from cardboard boxes, living on coffee and little sleep made for a run down group of cranky agents. Rossi wished the case had been further away and he wasn't spending 4 hrs on the road in a cramped SUV. At least in the jet he could recline the seat and stretch his legs, maybe even lie down. Hotch had insisted on driving and Rossi wished he hadn't. His mind would be off the crick in his neck and the sore spot above his tail bone at the small of his back, if only he would be behind the wheel. Maybe they could find a place to stop and have a nice meal.

The trouble with highways, not to many places to stop, besides truck stops and dinners, greasy spoon type establishments that Rossi would rather avoid at this moment. As if in answer to prayer, a large sign for an Italian Restaurant advertising delicious home cooked meals reminiscent of the old country, caught the glow of the headlights. One mile ahead on the right the sign directed. Rossi said one word, "Hotch!" and it was agreed they would stop.

Driving into the parking lot, it was empty save for a few cars in the back, belonging to the staff. "Well we know we will get a table, that is for sure." Hotch said.

Rossi twisted in his seat and grunted in pain as the muscles of his lower back tightened in protest. "Got to wake the kids." He thought.

"Morgan? Hey Morgan get up, and wake the others we are going to stop for something to eat."

Morgan stretched in his seat and said something rude under his breath. Rossi laughed, "I hear you buddy this does suck."

Morgan shook Prentiss and the agent mumbled, "One more hour, please."

"Emily, come on get up we are here." Morgan shook her harder.

She opened her eyes and it took her a second to realize where she was. When she did she said, "We're not at the BAU."

Morgan reached over the seat almost standing up to grab JJ's shoulder. As soon as he did she went for her gun.

"Hey!" Morgan shouted And Reid's eyes flew open.

"JJ it's me!" Morgan said to her a little softer but still with a stern voice.

'Sorry Morgan you scared me."

Reid rubbed his eyes sleepily and said, "That makes two of us."

With the whole team now awake, Rossi filled them in on the plan, eat and then head home. They exited the SUV in unison as if it was scripted, each member of the team looking in different directions scanning the parking lot. When they were satisfied no threat awaited them, they shut the doors and moved towards the entrance. Rossi could smell the food already and his mouth watered. This was going to be good. Inside they were greeted by a middle aged woman with jet black hair piled high on the top of her head in a bun. She was short stout and had on a black dress, with sensible black shoes. She smiled, or what you could call a smile, a thin line across her face that curved up at the corners ever so slightly. The rest of her face remained stoic. She seated them at two round tables pushing them together to make room for all six of them. The place was dark inside with no windows and limited lighting. Pictures covered every part of the walls, most of the pope, and Italian actors and singers, Sofia Loren, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and Jimmy Durante, to name a few. The ceiling was strung with lights and fake vines of grape leaves. Red checkered table cloth, with vinegar jars holding a single candle stick melting down the sides, dotted the floor space. Black and white floor tiles and a small wooden bar off to the left, donning a wine rack suspended from the ceiling above it. Rossi felt at home. The girls wondered how clean the place was and Morgan smirked, "Exactly what he pictured."

They were given menus, which promised homemade pasta, and lasagna like your Italian mother used to make. Rossi and the girls ordered wine, Reid got a sprite and Hotch and Morgan ordered ice tea. She came back a few minutes later with the drinks and a basket of bread. As soon as she set it down she pulled a pen and paper from an invisible pocket at the side of her dress. Rossi ordered the lasagna as did Reid and Hotch. JJ asked for fettuccini, and Prentiss got a calzone which Morgan agreed sounded good. They sat in silence passing the bread around. It wasn't uncomfortable to sit quietly for any of them. They were familiar with each other enough to avoid useless chatter. They also knew how to joke and have a good time, but following a tough case they all needed a bit of calm.

He had been tracking them since they set out on the road. And now he waited in the far corner of the parking lot. They had gone in already when he arrived and he wanted to give them time to let their defenses down before he went inside. He knew these people like the back of his hand. Knew how their leader never completely relaxed ever. He also knew that the other two men were fierce but could unwind in the right places and the right times. The kid well his mind was always active, but not in the manner of sensing danger. It was the reason he had put himself into so many scary situations, it was a wonder he was still alive. The ladies well one was almost as fierce as the large cop type agent and the other she was tough, but easy to handle. The trick would be to take out the top dogs first, Ambush them and then systematically eliminate the rest. A few more minutes and it was on.