The 'adults' talked for a while before Roasline looked at the time, "Oh dear. I've seemed to let time get away from me. I have to go. Daniel has to get ready for daycare and I have to get ready for work," she said.
"Daycare?" Gideon asked.
"Yes, before I go to work I take him to daycare and his daddy comes and gets him. So he's there about two hours," she said, "it's a great way to make friends," she called to him.
"But mommy I want to stay and play with Derek," he complained gathering his cards.
"Daniel, lets go," she called.
"MOmmy I can stay here!" he complained not really wanting to go, "I'm playing!"
"You'll get out here this moment or I'll come in there and drag you out by your ankles," she warned.
he groaned and looked at Derek, "See you around." he shook his hand, "Nice meeting you," he left the room.
He walked to the door to get his shoes and got a slap to the head, "Ow!" he complained rubbing. that hair didn't give much cushioning.
"Well," Hotch began, "Atleast we don't seem as threatening anymore." Gideon nodded, "But knowing one pair isn't enough. We have to get out there were more are," he said.
Morgan came over and looked at both of them, "Can I take these overalls off?"
"No," Gideon said simply, "Are you hungry?" Morgan just looked over, "How about some eat in?"
"Eat in?"
"A nice sit down restaurant," Hotch told him.
Morgan looked at both of them, "For you two?"
"You're coming too," he was informed.
He snickered, "I'm not leaving this place. Not looking like this!"
"Have you looked around. NO one cares. You blend in perfectly."
"I don't want to blend in I want to get Reid, shot this guy and go home." he said.
Gideon sighed, "This isn't a discussion, Morgan," he looked at him, "You're coming. We have to get more ground covered so that we can find Reid."
Morgan growled and crossed his arms. This was the worst mission ever.
"Wipe the looked off your face and come on," he grabbed his hand pulling him to the car. Morgan just complained while being dragged.
In the car Gideon started explaining things. Like how Morgan was to call Hotch Daddy and Gideon was his uncle. He had to sit and drink from sippycup and act like a kid. Morgan groaned and leaned against the car door. And he was warned to be conviencing.
They got to the restaruant and sat at a table by the window. Morgan wanted to pretend he was somewhere else and looked out the window.
"Notice anything?" Gideon asked.
Hotch nodded. they saw the same woman from the pictures. So this was the restaruant they'd come to. So they deffinately lived in this town. But how close were they?
"Hello, gentlemen," She smiled at them, "May I take your order?"
Gideon just got a breakfast special. Hotch got some pasta. Morgan wanted a burger. She took it all down and thanked them.
A group of people looked at them and talked amongst themselve, whispering. They seemed to stare at Morgan for a minute. He just glared at them.
"Behave, Derek," Hotch said. He felt a bit odd without his suit. But he did have his button up on.
The food came and the waitress gave them all their plates, "And this is for you,dear," she handed Morgan a Spongebob toy. She put it next to him and walked away. Derek politely knocked it off the table to the floor. He hated Spongebob.
"Derek!" Gideon gave him a look, "Knock it off," he warned.
He just sighed and prepared to eat his food until the lady came back and wrapped a bib around his throat. she patted his head before walking away. He growled and snatched the bib off his neck and threw it on the table. This lead to his getting his ear grabbed by Hotch.
"You and I need to talk," he said pulling him from the seat by his ear and dragging him to the bathroom.
"Ow! That hurts!" he followed the pull to the bathroom.
When they got in there Hotch let him go and glared at him Morgan rubbed his ear and looked at him cross his arms.
"What?" he looked at him.
"You're not acting like a child you're acting like a brat," Hotch scolded him, "What is your problem?"
"My problem is I don't like people constantly touching me and saying I'm so cute and treating me like a damn baby!"
"Well here you are a baby!" he said grabbing the back of his collar and pulling him into a stall. From first glance one would think it's a handicap stall. But no it was just what Hotch needed. A 'parent child' stall. I came Equiped with a nice chair.
He saw it and pulled it over closing the stall and sitting on it, "I don't think you'll feel anything through these," he undid the overalls and pulled Morgan over his lap.
"H-hey, wait!" he complained trying to stand as Hotch continued to pull them to his knees, "Hotch, what-?" he was cut off by a sharp swat to his butt, "OW!"
"You need to learn how to behave, Derek," Hotch scolded bringing his hand down again making Morgan flinch, "Because this is unacceptable," he continued.
"Ow! Hotch!" he complained. Stupid diaper traing pants thing. They didn't help.
"It's suppose to hurt," he said calmly not missing a beat to Morgan's dismay.
Morgan groaned and squirmed. When did Hotch get so strong? This was degrading he was 31 not 3+1. And what he hated the most was that this really hurt.
"Hotch let me go, this is uncalled for," he complainedgripping the chair.
"Your behavior it's whats uncalled for and it's what got you in this mess. Now you can stop begging because I'm not letting you up until I think you can behave." he held him down tightly.
Morgan just groaned inwardly and gritted his teeth.
Hotch knew how to punish a child having a young son at home so he knew when he'd give Morgan another chance.
After about two minutes he let him up, "Are you going to sit in there and behave now?"
Morgan couldn't look him in the eye, "Yes Hotch," he sniffed.
"Good, fix your clothes and lets go," he gave him a last swat.
He just gritted his teeth and forced himself up. He fixed the overalls and Hotch made him walk aahead of him. Morgan felt like he was walking to a crowd as he hung his head.