"Candy is nature's of making up for Mondays."

-Unknown Author

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Mattea took a breath of fresh air as the she exited the high school in the swarm of students. First day down and only like ten months left to go. Before she reached the parking lot she heard someone call her name out. "Hey Mattea," Caitlin called running to catch up with the taller girl.

"Hi Caitlin," Mattea replied.

"So how was your first day?" Caitlin asked way to chipper for Mattea.

Mattea shrugged. "Not the worst; therefore, I have to say homeschool is as bad as you can get."

"I thought that would be the best, because you can go to school in your pajamas?" Caitlin asked confused.

"Maybe it is," Mattea said with another shrug. She then mumbled the last part with a little shake of her head, "I didn't care much for it though."

"On a more cheerful note you survived your first day of high school," Caitlin commented pulling something out of her backpack pocket.

"Yeah, now I have to survive my sisters," Mattea replied with a soft giggle.

As Mattea was speaking Caitlin unwrapped a sucker and popped it in her mouth. She then held one out to Mattea. Being the daughter her mother raised she had an internal battle about what to do.

In the end she politely declined, "No thank you; I don't care for most sweets."

"How do you not like candy?" Caitlin asked shocked.

"I mean I like some sweets, for example: Double Decker bars and Baci are both pretty good," Mattea mused with a child like gleam tugging over her eyes.

Caitlin rolled her own eyes,"You are too proper for your own good. With your accent, taste in candy, and all." She saw hurt flash through Mattea's eyes, "Oh sorry I was joking."

"Oh," Mattea whispered feeling embarrassed. "I love talking to you, but I have to go pick up my sisters."

"Okay," Caitlin replied sadly. "See you around."

Once reaching her car Mattea carefully placed her backpack in the passenger seat. Her said car had been a gift from Cylde for her sixteenth birthday. When she was twelve Cylde made a joke, well what she that was a joke at the time, he had said that if they survived the year he would buy her a car. Though they barely scrapped through the year of Emily being away, and them traveling all over the UK they somehow made it. Mattea had forgotten all about the promise until her sixteenth birthday when Clyde showed up more excited than normal. He didn't even give time for questions before dragging her to buy her first car.

Emily was a little pissed swearing she would pay him back one day. Clyde had just laughed and said it was no big deal. If anything Mattea could pay him back herself when she made it big for dancing.

On the way Mattea made note to speak to both Chloe and Elise's teacher when she picked them up.

"So how was she today?" Mattea asked Ms. Levi, Elise's teacher, when she reached the preschooler's classroom.

"Other than at nap time I would say she did pretty good," The teacher responded with a smile.

Mattea frowned as she apologized, "I'm sorry we moved recently, so we've been trying to get her adjusted to the new time schedule."

The teacher felt bad for making Mattea misunderstand her previous statement. "It's fine, we just don't normally have kids lay down and take a nap before nap time. I noticed Elise had her head down, so I allowed her to lay down earlier. She woke up about halfway through the other kid's nap time and colored quietly."

"Well thank you," Mattea replied before leading Elise to Chloe's classroom.

"Mattea!" Chloe yelled when she spotted them enter the room.

Mattea blushed in embarrassment as the few parents gathered all turned to her. "Hey Rugrat," She replied much quieter.

Chloe ran to Mattea already filling her in on the day, "We colored, made a tree, made a poster, played games, and had a funeral."

The first grader spoke so quickly Mattea barely caught it all. The last part; however, defiantly caught her attention. "Who died?" She questioned with curiosity.

"We buried our can'ts," Chloe explained, "I buried spelling."

Mattea had to give a small smile at the first grader's admittance. It wasn't that Chloe couldn't spell, but she often confused the American and British spelling of words.

"That's good," Mattea told her as she gathered Chloe's things.

"I made a picture for Clyde. Can I send it to him?" Chloe asked holding up her coloring sheets.

Mattea nodded, "I don't see why not."

Even when they were in the car Chloe was still a chatter box. "Mattea did mommy have a case?" Chloe asked her smile fading slightly.

Mattea's own grin dropped. "Yeah she did, but we're gonna make spaghetti for dinner and then call her so you can tell her all about your day."

When they reached the grocery store, Mattea put Elise in the shopping cart seat. Elise was small for her age, so she easily still fit in the shopping cart seat. Chloe rejected any form of containment and drove Mattea insane running around as she tried to shop.

"Chloe Camille Prentiss get back here now!" Mattea yelled as Chloe got on her last nerve.

Chloe ignored her and rushed around a corner. Mattea cursed, when she heard a crash of what was definitely someone's basket hitting the ground.

"Chloe do you want me to put you in time out when we get home?" Mattea asked as she rounded the cornor.

Chloe looked guilty as she eyed the spilled contents of someone's grocery basket all over the floor. Mattea spoke to Chloe first, "Apologize."

While Chloe started to apologize, Mattea finally looked up to see who Chloe's victim was. She was instantly even more embarrassed. Mattea may not have been a profiler like her mother, but she could easily tell the women was stern and defiantly didn't appreciate a six year old running her over.

"I'm sorry ma'am; I shouldn't have been running," Chloe spoke with large eyes fluttering between the stranger and the ground.

Mattea watched as the older blonde women capped her anger before speaking, "It's fine."

"I'll clean up the mess I made," Chloe added as she bent down to pick up the groceries discarded on the ground.

Mattea bent down herself putting a few of the stray cans in the basket fallen on the floor. Picking it up she handed the basket back to the lady. "I really am sorry for my sister running into you. I reassure you it will be a long while before she does something like that again."

"Kids will be kids I assume," The women stated sad like unsure of her statement.

Chloe placed the last bit of groceries back in the basket with a final sorry before being led away by Mattea; now with a firm grip on her hand.

Erin Strauss stood in shock as she watched the trio walk away. Something about the youngest girl struck a cord of history she couldn't place. Still unsure of what to make of the event she proceeded with her shopping.

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AN: It took me at least a good ten minutes to figure out who I thought fit best for Chloe to run into. While debating on my options I had an idea I want to run by you guys.

What would you think if Alex Blake was Mattea's French teacher instead of an FBI agent?

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"Sometimes history shows up in the oddest of circumstances."