Jesse POV

I drove the first SUV, and Derek drove the second. I had Rossi and Hotch in my car, Derek had taken Emily and Dr. Reid in his. Daemon was in my car, in the backseat. He was practically sitting on Hotch's lap. I looked in the review mirror at him, "Daemon, move. Down boy."

Rossi looked back, and chuckled, "You're taking us to you house in the country?"

"Yes, it's about an hour away from Quantico, so about two hours from here. We'll stop for food before we get there. I don't think anyone has filled the fridge in awhile."

Daemon finally moved off Hotch, "What are you going to be teaching us?"

"I guess you really mean 'am I going to be cutting you?' Only in one spot that you get to choose. I won't let it fully heal until we're done, but it's better than giving you multiple scars. Plus, if you listen, it won't scar at all. We'll be sparring a lot. Sometimes we'll wear pads, but most of the time we won't. I won't break any bones though, and leave you minimal bruises. I know how to inflict pain without leaving bruises."

Rossi looked over at me. He seemed to ignore what I said, "when was the last time you've been to this house?"

I paused, "a year and a half. I called someone while I was waiting for you all, and they're cleaning it now."

"That's not what I was concerned with now. I was wondering if you'd be able to handle it." I took a deep breath, and Daemon made a noise as he climbed back on Hotch's lap, "I told you to make him sit in the way back. Just make him sit on the floor. He's a big baby; he won't hurt you."

I looked back to the road, and made the turn I needed. "I've been there since they died Rossi. I know you just want to look out for me, but you're going to hate me for the next two weeks. I'm going to feel guilty enough as it is at the end of this. I'd appreciate it if you didn't pity me right now."

Hotch looked at Rossi, "You two know each other?"

"Rossi was the FBI agent on my kidnapping and torture case. He then came in on the case where my husband and daughter were killed. He's helped me a lot over the years."

He snorted, "That's a little bit of an understatement my dear. I've helped you more than that."

I looked at him, and tried to show my years of gratitude in one gaze.

"It was all worth it. Just go easy on an old man with whatever you're going to do with this mysterious training of yours." He laughed, and I joined in. Eventually Hotch chuckled a little too.

"Don't worry. For people of different ages there are different techniques. Most of the stuff I'll do with you two involves running, and sparring. I don't think I'll have to cut you. But if I do, I'll let you choose the spot, and it won't be deep enough to leave a scar."

We pulled up to my house, and everyone opened their door. Daemon rushed out so fast, he nearly made Hotch fall out of the car. "Sorry, he hasn't been here in forever. He probably wants to make sure no other dog has been here." I walked over to the door, and opened it. Josh was still there, doing some last minute cleaning.

"Good to see you. Thanks for doing this so fast."

"Sure. I cleaned every room you told me to. Your rooms are unlocked, and I left the key where it normally is. Every couple days I'll bring food. Call me if you need anything else."

Everyone else walked in as I paid him, "Go unpack. Emily, you'll be in the last door on the left. Boys, you'll be in the next room over. I'll be in the first room. Don't try to sneak out at night. You do, and you'll wake Daemon up. He'll chase after you until you come back inside. Do not come into my room for any reason. We'll go for a run in an hour."

They all looked at me as they walked by, and then nodded. Good; they were listening. Maybe this could be done sooner than I thought. I sat down at my kitchen counter, and put my head in my hands. I had one boy genius, the daughter of a diplomat I had severely pissed off, the man who was on my kidnapping case, a single father with severe emotional problems, and a man I was somewhat attracted too. What was I getting myself into?