"We're going to die, aren't we?" Garcia whimpered. Morgan pulled her back and said, "Stop freaking out."

Up front, Hotch and Prentiss were peeking through the shades as Strauss made her way through the bullpen. The Section Chief was on a roll before she suddenly stopped at the stairs and pulled out her cell phone. From the conference room, each member held their breath as Strauss spoke on her phone and shot a glare towards the conference room.

"She might be calling a hit man," Garcia whimpered. Reid turned to her and stated, "That would be a violation against FBI policy and federal law-"
"Spencer, stop," JJ said in an annoyed tone. Reid instantly quieted, but gave her a smile. Behind them, Rossi rolled his eyes.

"Seriously, what is she doing?" Prentiss whispered. Hotch glanced between her and then opened the door. " Ma am?" he called out. Strauss pocketed her phone and growled, " There's a case in Seattle that your team will attend to. When you all return, though, we will all have a long talk."

"Of course-" Hotch started to say, but stopped when Strauss turned on her heels and walked away. The Unit Chief turned back towards the team and said, "We have a case."

" Oh thank God," Garcia gasped. She placed a hand on Morgan's chest and looked to the ceiling. " If there was ever a time for us to be called in, today was the best time!"

"You do know people had to die for us to be saved from Strauss?" Rossi said. Garcia smiled and pulled out her laptop from her bag. " Yes, I know that, but you get what you get. I'm personally scared to death of- wait, have you slept with Strauss?" she finished with wide eyes. Rossi narrowed his eyes at her and said, "You don't want to go there, kid."

Prentiss sat down. " I do when you say it like that-"

"Hey!" Hotch exclaimed, getting everyone's attention. He straightened up and pointed to Garcia's computer. "We focus on the case right now and our personal…love lives later. Understood?"

While Morgan, Rossi, and Reid answered, " Understood," JJ whispered to Prentiss, "He's a little grumpy…There might be a way to fix that, Emily."

"Shh!" Prentiss stifled a laugh and whispered, " Do I dictate your love life?"

"Prentiss, JJ! Focus," Hotch called from the other side of the room. Garcia had pulled up the case photos on the flat screen. Both women whispered, "Sorry," before turning their attention to the flat screen. Garcia was still opening the file before she suddenly froze. "Oh, son of a-"

"Garcia!" Hotch exclaimed. Garcia's eyes darted between her superior and her computer screen. "Sorry, sir. It's, um- ok, here we go. Seattle police have called us in because someone is….going after clowns."

"What?" Morgan exclaimed before bursting into laughter. He soon stopped when Garcia stomped on his foot.

"There is a serious…clown hater in Seattle," Garcia continued, " Four clowns- well, grown creepy dudes who play clowns- were found dead within ten miles of the city center. Each clown is from a different entertainment company. There are actual companies for this?"

"Garcia…." The technical analyst winced at Hotch's warning remark.

"Sorry, sir. First up is Hale Thomas, a forty year old clown from the metro area disappeared last Wednesday night and was found the next morning. Neither his wife nor his friends had the slightest idea that he was a clown."

Prentiss commented, "The bruises on this guy are deep. Whoever did this was angry. Seriously angry- maybe our unsub has some serious childhood issues….How did the wife not know that she was married to a clown?"

"The same way I didn't know that half of the team I spend most of time with was sleeping with the other half," Rossi remarked. JJ glared at him, "Coming from the same man who claims his innocence even though he's charmed his way into pretty much very female's heart in this building?"

"Everyone would include you…" Reid muttered. JJ turned to him, "No, Spence. Nothing-"

"Focus!" The Unit Chief exclaimed. He expected Garcia to continue on her peppy way, but saw the technical analyst staring at the screen in a near catatonic state. Morgan kissed her on the cheek. "Don't worry, Baby Girl. You'll be here nowhere near the clowns and we'll handle it."

"Are you sure? I don't want-"

"Garcia…." Hotch shot Garcia another warning glare. She instantly focused her attention on the screen and finished, "They all had their throats slashed, body cut up, and were torched."

"So we're looking for a pyromaniac clown hater?" JJ asked. As if on cue, her hand went in front of Reid's mouth. "Don't even think about it."

"What?" Reid pushed her hand away, "I wasn't going to say anything-"

"If any of you," Hotch cut in with an angry tone, "say one more word out of focus like just now, I will suspend you. Do I make myself clear?" He received six nods before he directed, "Garcia, get going on a full history of each men. The rest of you- wheels up in forty."

Once Hotch walked out of the room, Morgan pointed between Prentiss and the direction Hotch had just walked off in. "Fix that."

What?" Prentiss exclaimed, " He's right….."

"Don't play teacher's pet," Garcia remarked, "it doesn't suit you. By the way, JJ, what was the trick you did with Reid?"

JJ grinned. "You mean getting him to not rant? It's a secret that I can't tell you." Reid looked away, trying and failing at hiding a mischievous smile. Garcia snorted as she continued to pack up her equipment.

"Did any of you hear what Aaron just said?" Rossi asked from his spot at the table. Garcia placed her laptop into her bag.

"We did," she answered, " We're just all so excited that the kitty cat is out of the hat! No more secrets! Oh My God, I just had the perfect idea! We can have like a super wedding where we all-"

"Seriously? All of you go and get ready for the case," Rossi stated, "Come on, you all are better than this." Morgan and Reid stood, Morgan commenting, "We're going, we're going. You sound very moral compass today, Dave."

"Just because I'm siding with Aaron?"

"No because this is coming from the man who has probably broken every fraternizing rule in the FBI handbook."

Rossi smiled and started towards the doorway. Before he left the room, he said over his shoulder, "You have no idea…."