Disclaimer-Do any of us actually own anything? Seriously? Actually, I own Gerard, Brendan, Chris, Forrest, Jackson, and all the other little people running around this story. (By 'little' I mean 'un-important')

A/N- Once again, as I type this, I'm making this up. Okay, I would give you cookies (if I knew what that meant) if you answer these questions: Can you tell me what famous peoples these three characters are based on: Brendan, Forrest, and Gerard? (Hint: I've told you 'bout the Gerard.) What's a cookie? And what does 333 mean? Call me an idiot if you want, but I wanna know!

WOOHOO! Early update! Enjoy.

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It had been a month since their arrival and nothing involving the killer had happened yet. Everything (other than that) was going extremely well. (Except Gerard kept asking questions in class that were extremely inappropriate.) It was easy to see who got along best out of the six of them. Brendan and Gerard had become fast friends, and Spencer and Forrest hung out a lot. Chris kind of hung out with all of them, but Spencer and he argued a lot.

It was seven o'clock at night, after a long day of monotonous classes. Shuffling into the room, the five guys collapsed in various places of the room.

Spencer lay on his bed silently, until sitting straight up and saying, "Okay. Which one of you isn't showering?"

Exchanging glances, Brendan and Forrest both quickly denied. Chris shook his head.

Gerard said nervously, "So the Febreze isn't working?"

"Eeeew!" was the resounding shout around the room.

Brendan, laughing, threw a pillow at Gerard's head, and said, "Dude. That's just gross. Take a shower."

Deflecting the pillow, Gerard protested, "I am taking showers. You guys just haven't noticed that I've been wearing the same outfit for the past two weeks."

Spencer said thoughtfully, "Wow. I had noticed something peculiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it."

Everyone laughed.

Brendan wrinkled his nose and said, "Here's a tip gained from experience. Only use Febreze on a short term basis. As in, um, maybe four days?"

Forrest shook his head.

"I'm living with animals, I swear."

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Hotch sat at a table in the police station with his head in his hands. It had been a month since the arrival of the BAU. It wasn't as if the rest of the team stayed in Bella Springs this whole time, in fact, they had left six times to work on other cases.

Hotch glanced up when someone pulled out a chair across from him. It was Gideon.

Gideon said in his usual all-knowing way, "Having second thoughts?"

Hotch sighed.

"It's not that I'm having second thoughts about sending Reid and Shadows on this job. In fact, I think they're doing a great job. It's just…why hasn't there been any activity on the un-sub's part?"

Gideon said, "On the last four victims, there was a month-long break between each discovering of the body and the next kidnapping."

Hotch sighed again. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

"Yes, but…the only reason we sent Reid and Shadows in there so early was because we thought he might devolve into killing with less time in-between. Is it possible that the un-sub knows about Reid and Shadows being agents?"

"Well, the un-sub is too organized to devolve just yet. It's almost as if the month in-between is like coming down from the high killing gives him. When the withdrawal is too much, he kills again. And he can't possible know of their agent status," Gideon reasoned.

Nodding, Hotch said, "Yeah, I guess you're right. Where are the others?"

"Back at the hotel, getting some rest."

"Oh," Hotch said, reaching for a news-clipping and a case-file. Gideon swatted his hand away. Hotch's eyes widened, and he looked up, bewildered.

"Go get some rest," Gideon ordered.

In truth, Hotch had authority over Gideon, but he decided he needed a break. Besides, Hailey would get pissed if he didn't call.

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Gerard yawned as he reached for the baring alarm clock. It didn't matter. He'd never get used to waking up so early.

Spencer, already dressed along with Forrest, Brendan, and Chris, yelled, "Gee! Get up! You're going to be late."

"Then I'm gonna be late," he mumbled.

Shaking his head, Spencer said, "I don't get why you set your alarm for two minutes before class starts."

Over his cereal, Brendan corrected, "Ten minutes. He has ten minutes to get ready."

"But if you deduct the time-."

Spencer was cut off by a warning glare from Gerard that clearly said, 'Don't be so smart.'

Gerard, instead over getting off the bed like a normal person, rolled off the bed, still tangled in sheets.

"Oof!"

Forrest, who had been in the bathroom down the hall, walked in.

Looking at Gerard, he said, "That'd be funny if it weren't so pathetic."

Gerard opened his suitcase for the first time and began searching for an outfit. He looked up when Chris started cheering.

"What?" he said, bewildered.

"You're changing your clothes!"

Everyone else cheered at this revelation.

"Shuddup," Gerard grumbled.

Finally, he found what he was looking for. He pulled on a shirt which had a purple heartagram on it, and somehow managed to fit into a pair of dark blue jeans that were size four in, you guessed it, women's. But it took a lot of rolling around, and laying flat on the bed and arching his back.

The other four guys watched in utter amazement.

Finally, Gerard stood up and brushed himself off.

"What?"

Spencer blinked.

"Do you do that every morning?"

"Yup."

"Why?"

"'Cause I like the way I look dressed like this."

"Why?"

"Shut up and stop asking stupid questions."

"Okay," Spencer said.

Gerard brushed past them, looped a black studded belt around his waist, and proceeded in grabbing an eye-liner pencil.

"Is there a mirror in here?" he asked.

Brendan nodded, and pointed.

"Thanks," Gerard said, positioning his face in one of the most hilarious expressions any of them had ever seen while applying the make-up.

Once again, they all watched with fascination. Except Brendan. He had experience with eye-liner.

Straightening up, Gerard said cheerfully, "Okey-doke! Let's go!"

"Nice one, Gee. Spencer said, brushing past him, toward the dreaded classroom.

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Thanks to Gerard, they were all late. The Professor shot the five young men a glare before pointing at five empty seats in the back.

"Thank you, gentlemen, for interrupting this lecture on the causes of seizures. Get out your notebooks, and take notes."

Spencer, Forrest, Chris, and Brendan all listened to the lecture with interest. Gerard paid attention. Yeah, for the first three seconds. Then, he raised his hand.

Sighing, the Professor said, "Yes, Gerard?"

"How are babies made?" he asked innocently.

"I'm pretty sure you know already, Mr. Shadows," Prof. said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, but I think I did something wrong," Gerard said, keeping a straight face.

Prof. ignored him, and continued his lecture. Gerard raised his hand again.

"Yes, Gerard?" the Prof. said, obviously getting agitated.

"How come the moon isn't made of cheese? And how do we know that under all the rock and stuff isn't actually cheese?"

Prof. sucked in a deep breath, before mumbling, "I need a smoke," and walking out of the room.

Gerard laughed manically, before saying loudly, "Class dismissed."

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A/N-Silly Gerard! I love him! I wanna huggle him. Too bad he only exists in my head. Any way, review, 'cause I need 'em. 'Cause I have no life. REVIEW!

Random Fact-My once faithful reviewer hasn't yet reviewed. Wallowing in my grief caused this chap. to come up so quickly. GERARD WAY IS STILL GORGEOUS!