A/N: Thanks to my two best friends, Clare and E-J, for the prompts for this.

This is the first Criminal Minds fic I've ever posted, so please let me know what you think and review.

This will be a multi-chap, first up National Pretzel Day?

National Pretzel Day?

"Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons!" ~unknown

"Stupid piece of FBI funded crap! You'd think they could get better quality!" Supervisory Special Agent David Rossi cursed the vending machine.

"Dave, what's the matter?" SSA in Charge Aaron Hotchner asks him, seeing his frustration.

"Cheap ass paper pushers, that's what. This dodgy machine keeps spitting out pretzels when I tell it chocolate!" Rossi whines.

"So get something different," Hotch replies calmly.

"I tried that!" He argued, "It still spat out pretzels! And now I've got about half a dozen kilos of pretzels."

"Well, I guess you'll just have to survive with pretzels," Hotch reasons.

"But I don't want pretzels!" He stomped his foot in frustration.

"You sound just like Jack when he throws a tantrum," Hotch remarks, trying to hide his amusement. Under normal circumstances, being compared to a 6 year old would have pissed him off but not today.

"I don't care; I want chocolate!" He demands and, to emphasize his point, slams his hands against the vending machine. "Give me chocolate you dumb piece of s***."

Having seen enough, and realising that it wouldn't be long before his friend pulled his gun on the inanimate object (which would result in a lot of paperwork), Hotch intervened. "Alright, come back to my office – I believe I have a Hershey bar which was going to be a treat for Jack, but I guess you'll just owe him one…"

At the words 'Hershey bar' Dave's face perked up and he forgot his quandary of what to do to the machine.

"Here," he said holding out a bag of pretzels. "Give him these and tell him next time I see him I'll give him three Hershey bars."

"Aaron, what the hell am I supposed to do with 5 bags of pretzels? I can't eat them all," he complains.

The two federal agents were sitting in Hotch's office, Rossi eating his, finally attained, chocolate bar and talking to a preoccupied Hotch who was ignoring him, instead doing paperwork.

"Give them to the team," Hotch replies distractedly, "Garcia would love you."

"Huh. That's a good idea. I'll get right on that," he says, getting up off the couch.

"Reid, Morgan!" he calls, walking out onto the platform beside the bullpen, "Hold up!"

The two guys who, by the looks of them, were about to head downstairs to the gym paused on their way out of the bullpen and looked up at him.

"What's up, Rossi?" SSA Derek Morgan asked.

"We're heading to the gym – would you like to accompany us?" Dr Spencer Reid asked a moment later.

"Nah, Reid, maybe another time. Just wanted to offer you each some pretzels," he replied, holding up his armful of pretzels.

"Uh… Rossi – is it national pretzel day or something? Why so many bags?"

"I'll take that as a yes," he said and threw a packet at Reid who, having not been prepared, failed to catch and one to Morgan who caught it no problem. "As to why – that's a long story."

Just then Garcia came into the bullpen with Jack and Henry in tow.

"Garcia! Perfect timing! Jack, your dad has a treat for you, and Henry I have a treat for you," he said.

"Ooh – what is it? What is it?" Henry bolted up the stairs as fast as his little legs could carry him.

Scooping the child up into his arms, Rossi handed him his bag of pretzels, "Here you go kiddo," he said.

"YUM!" Henry exclaimed, "What are they?"

Putting Henry down, Rossi laughed and patted his head, "You'll like them."

"C'mon Henry, let's go get my treat," Jack said, holding his hand out to the three-year-old boy.

After the two boys ran into Hotch's office, Garcia turned to him expectantly, "Well?" She asked, eyes narrowed, and arms crossed, looking at him expectantly.

" I've got one for you too," he said chuckling, dropping a packet down to her.

A/N: Please let me know what you thought!

Next up: the Case of the Missing Pants