A/N: You'll notice this has no headings...never made it to the fest page ...couldn't get it to drabble at all, this is the shortest version

Prompt: Dec 4 -Babies and puppies

Mrs. Melinda Rothbulle, the wife of their first victim…a Porter Rothbulle who was at the time of his murder living as Olivia Buller, for no other reason they'd discovered other than to not get caught by some bookies who were very upset not to have gotten the chance to off the guy themselves…finally walked into the police station a bit before noon mid-December.

She had all eight children in tow.

Only Morgan and Reid were there. Both were pretty much pouting. Reid felt bare still and he'd done so all morning so far. They also had only gone to one house, to talk to the children who'd found their third body. Reid felt like he was being punished…and he still itched slightly. Reid's gun was looked in a drawer of the Sheriff desk, after the itching power Morgan had coated his holster with had given Reid an allergic reaction and just the small touch against a tiny patch of bare skin had sent Reid itching and hives broke out all over his side and chest the day before. It was there until Morgan could clean it. No one had had a chance yet. Morgan had his guns, but he was grounded. Until Reid was no longer feeling the effects of his prank and Reid was rearmed, Morgan was stuck with jobs which were completely safe as well. They'd just come in and Reid was writing out the new information they'd gleaned from the most recent crime scene and Morgan was talking with the sheriff. Morgan and the sheriff quickly called Mrs. Rothbulle into the empty interrogation room, because other than the small waiting room she'd directed the children to and the room the BAU were set up in it was the only option really, and both looked pointedly at Reid.

"What?" Reid asked.

"Try not to let the Reid-effect cause too much damage, pretty boy," Morgan said as he waved and pointed to the waiting room. "See if you can gather any info there, like how long their Dad had actually been gone."

Reid, who hadn't been paying attention to the troops marching in, just his map and boards, shrugged and walked into the small waiting room. And nearly turned and walked back out.

The room was small and there were small children everywhere. All sorts of them. Except none who were really big, or even big at all. There were even two, yes two, crying babies.

"Excuse me?" A voice popped up. "Umm, sir? Could you reach in and get Charlie…I would except Rufus started crying first and so I got him out and if I try to get Charlie out while holding Rufus, Rufus tries to help and almost always almost ends up face planting and well…this floor is hard and I don't even have any blankets to lay them on. Chloe will not give hers up, she will not share."

Reid looked at the one speaking and then stared. A boy who had to be even younger than Jack was sitting with a baby on his knee, one of the crying ones, bouncing him up and down. In front of him the other small baby was wailing in a car seat.

Reid rushed over and struggled to unfasten the straps. The boy looked at him and walked him through unfastening the baby. Reid picked the wailing infant up and held him out in front of him.

The boy laughed. "You ain't been about babies much, have ya?"

Reid shook his head.

"Either bring him closer or hand him to me. My other knees available, although they no longer like to share, or at least Rufus here don't. Charlie, he's a sweet baby and likes everyone, pretty much. Just know, if ya sit down though, Wally and Mable, they'll come to get ya."

"Wally and Mable?" Reid asked, sitting in the chair next to the boy.

"They're the toddling ones." The boy said. "I'm Orville."

"Orville?" Spencer asked.

The boy laughed. "My mom? She likes old fashioned names. My dad, he insisted they all be family names, too, but not close family. Mom says he's dead now."

Spencer nodded. "I'm sorry."

Orville sighed. "I'm not sure I am. He left. He found out mom was pregnant with twins and they were both boys and he just left. Mable and Wally, they are just 16 months old, Charlie and Rufus? Five months yesterday."

"You're dad been gone long?" Reid asked.

Orville shrugged. "Maybe nine or ten months now. He'd left before you know? He'd stay until mom told him she was pregnant and what she was having, and then leave for a while…except for when she was pregnant with Chloe and with Phoebe and Jasper, only we didn't know Jasper was a Jasper. He was mad after Jasper was born for some reason. He was supposed to be a Sophia."

"Chloe's the one with the blanket?" Reid asked. He looked and found a wispy haired child with huge eyes sitting in a chair in the back corner staring at him with the most nasty piece of cloth he'd ever seen, one corner tucked into her mouth with her thumb. That corner seemed a bit cleaner than the rest.

"That's her eggo on her yee on her nankie. Nankie is the blanket and it goes everywhere with her. It's been three weeks since mom managed to wash it, and Chloe cried so hard she ended up ill, for days. She turns three right about Christmas time, and Jasper and Phoebe, they turned four last week."

Reid looked down at the pulling on his pant leg, a red haired boy with curls and freckles was tugging and pulling himself up from a crawl.

"Up."

Reid just looked at him and the baby he was holding.

"Up!"

"I told ya. Wally, I don't know if this guy can hold you and Charlie."

"Up, pee?"

"Can you?" Reid asked.

"Do what? Hold a baby and toddler? Of course."

Reid sighed and shifted the baby to one side and pulled up Wally, sitting him on his lap.

"Dis?"

"Huh?" Reid said.

Orville looked over to Reid and the kids.

"Wally wants to know what the cloth around your neck is."

"It's a tie." Reid answered.

"Os," Wally said, poking Reid's nose.

Orville answered. "Good job, Wally, that is his nose."

Another pull on Reid's pant leg signaled the other toddler, who also demanded up.

Reid looked at Orville wide eyed.

"Mom can hold all three, so they probably figure all adults can. However, it's easier to hold the two babies and Wally. If I give you Rufus and Wally sits on your lap facing you, then I can pick up Mable and find Phoebe and Jasper."

"They are under the chairs directly to your left." Reid said. "They have been quiet."

"And that, sir, is not a good thing. Chloe? She is shy, she is usually quiet." Orville said, placing Rufus into Reid's other arm and settling Wally into a somewhat stable position. He picked up Mable and placed her on the chair he'd been sitting on.

"Ice." Mable promptly said poking towards Reid's eyes. "Sat?"

"He wears glasses Mable, and don't poke eyes." Orville said, before continuing about the other twins. "Phoebe? She is never quiet unless she is getting trouble together. Jasper, he helps and he is sneaky. He's not a quiet one either. They even chatter in their sleep."

"Didn't you say they were four?" Reid asked.

"Yeah, don't let the age fool you though. Those two, they are ages older when it comes to trouble. Phoebe? She can light a match. Jasper? He's good at rigging things up and hiding things. No one has seen the TV remote in five weeks. Mom says she'll get a new one this week sometime."

"And you?"

"I'll be six in March!" Orville said. "Momma's promised a new bike and some chapter books that aren't too silly. I'm sure I'll be able to read them by March. My kindergarten teacher says I'm one of the ones learning the fastest."

"You're not even six yet?"

"Nope."

Spencer pulled the infants closer to his body, even though that squashed Wally. Orville was peeking under the chairs and counting feet.

"You sure you saw both?" he asked.

"Little black buckle shoes on green socks?" Reid asked.

"Yeah."

"She was there until you stood up."

"Well, damnation, she ain't there now." Orville said. He pushed Wally up against Spencer's chest and shoved Mable onto Reid's lap as well. "Watch Chloe. Even though she is shy and quiet, she likes to hide away so she goes missing a lot."

Orville grabbed jasper's hand and dragged him out the door.

"Wait!" Reid called, noticing the terror he was feeling seeping through his voice. "Don't leave me!"

Wally was right against Reid's chest and in perfect position to poke Reid. In his eyes went little fingers, in his nose, in his mouth. The wet fingers went into his ears. Other hands, baby hands grasped into his hair and pulled. Mable was trying to use Wally to stand in Reid's lap, her shoes bruising his legs. Reid kept looking for Orville. However, Reid couldn't even see past the two toddlers very well. He was considering wriggling about to fetch his phone and call Morgan to look for Orville and the other two, because they'd been gone a while, when the front door opened.

The string of swear words that left Rossi's mouth were enough to make a sailor blush. The loud noise scared the babies, and the babies crying set off Mable and Wally. Before, Reid could do anything to let people know where he was barking started to sound throughout the station.

"Reid!" Hotch bellowed.

"What?" Reid yelled. He must have not been very clear over the noise though because he could hear Rossi, still swearing, and Hotch trying to locate him.

"In here! The waiting room!"

Rossi opened the door and two puppies bounded in, followed by Jasper, but not Orville or Phoebe.

Rossi stopped short and Reid watched his face twitch. Hotch pushed him aside, with his mouth open to yell and stopped short as well. Hotch, unlike Rossi, couldn't stop the laugh.

Before Hotch could stop laughing and Rossi could actually start, the others had exited the interrogation room to see what the chaos was.

"Phoebe Mae, your stinking hide is mine, girl! What in heaven's name do you think you are doing? The way you behave one would think you are channeling Satan himself, you little rat. These fine gentlemen are cops, baby girl and they can take you way and lock you up!" Melinda shouted.

The babies, hearing their mommy, started crying harder, all of them and Hotch watched Spencer getting more and more stressed looking as he couldn't' even move to quiet them at all.

"Orville, what is going on with the tots?" the lady yelled. "And I told you to leave them pups in the car, what were you thinking?"

Orville popped his head from under the table in the room the BAU had been using, dragging the green socked foot of a red and green marker covered red haired girl.

"I didn't get the pups, but I had to let go o' Jasper to try to get Phoebe. She was on their table coloring on all their papers.

"You left the babies?"

"I just handed them to the nice guy. They just don't know him yet."

Rossi, meanwhile was snapping pictures with his phone.

Melinda swept into the waiting room, leaving Orville to drag at Phoebe until the Sheriff lifted her straight up by the back up her jumper and carried like that back into the waiting room.

Hotch watched as the lady picked first the toddlers and then one of the babies off Reid's lap.

"Now there, you just jiggle Rufus a little and he'll calm straight down," Melinda said as she patted Reid's cheek with the hand not holding Charlie. She then ran her hand through Wally's curls and he settled as well. Mable had taken the tossing herself on the floor and banging his fists on it route as soon as her mother had just put her to the floor instead of into her arms.

"Wouldn't you like him back?" Reid asked, still sounding and looking a bit terrified still.

"Oh no, you're doing fine. Have you seen Chloe?"

"She went off, too? Um, No…I couldn't actually see around Mable, who was standing for a few minutes…until the all started crying."

"Mr. Morgan, if I could…it seems Chloe has gone missing. I'll set you in charge of finding her. Sheriff, haven't you stopped Jasper and those pups from running around yet? Orville, you ain't going to be getting those markers off her now, just let it be, you're dragging her out of the sheriff's grip."

Hotch looked at the kids all crying or shouting and running around and the mess in the room the BAU office and Reid, holding a bawling baby and trying to jiggle it to calm but not jiggle hard enough to shake it, nearly in tears himself and Morgan looking high and low for another kid…who he wasn't sure any of them even knew what she looked like.

And thanked whatever deity looked over people like them that Strauss was on vacation and wouldn't be reading this report.