A/N: This week's 2 for 1 special is on Sunday. I could say it is in honor of Joe Mantegna, along with his good friend, Gary Sinise of CSI:NY, hosting the National Memorial Day Concert in Washington, DC. (All of you in the US check your local PBS station. It is awesome!) But in reality, these two chapters just fit together like peanut butter and jelly.

Chapter 14

Cait quietly pulled Jack's DS out of his hand and shut it off, as Aaron's cell phone pinged. "It's Prentiss," he whispered. "I need to take this." He headed out of the room to the nearest waiting area. Snuggling into the only padded easy chair in the room, Cait put her feet up on the foot of Dave's bed and closed her eyes. While she didn't sleep, just relaxing felt wonderful. She knew her life was about to get hectic and her hip was still barking a bit.

Aaron walked back in about ten minutes later. Cait opened her eyes and looked at him. "Everything OK," she asked in a hushed tone.

"Yes, she just needed to go over a case consult with me." Aaron rubbed her shoulder, looking at his wife stretched out. "Doc, you sure about this?"

"Aaron, do really think he'd settle for Dr. Nickoli's other options." Aaron smiled slightly and shook his head.

"But you have enough going on with Matt's party…."

"And plenty of help. Aaron, I'm really not worried about the Matt's party. Mom and I can get a lot done tomorrow morning. Sean and Leslie will be here by tomorrow afternoon so I'll have both of them all day Saturday; and if I know one thing in life it's this: when having an open house, who better to have in your corner than two restaurant people."

Aaron smiled, remembering the wonderful weekend they had last fall when Sean and Leslie got married in New York City. The five of them took the train up for the weekend, which Jack loved and they all went to the Sunday matinee of The Lion King on Broadway, compliments, of course, of Dave. Since then, Sean and Leslie's restaurant they bought had taken off to high reviews, and they finally felt comfortable in getting away for a weekend.

"But what about the sleeping arrangements," Aaron asked. Just then Dave stirred awake, looked at Jack sleeping in his arm and smiled. "How was the power nap?" Aaron quietly asked.

"Just what I needed. Is he OK?" Dave whispered, nodding at Jack.

"He had a bit of a rough go last night, but we think the demon got exercised," Cait smiled.

Dave frowned. "Good. I'm just sorry my dumb luck brought it on."

"Actually Dave, Doc told me yesterday you're dumb luck probably worked out best for Jack."

"Guess I won't complain as much then. So where's Dr. Nickoli?"

"He went back to his rounds," Cait smiled. "You're stuck with me." She pulled her feet off the bed and got out of the chair. "And for the record, I'm now in medical doctor mode."

Dave looked at Jack still sound asleep and then, just to be on the safe side, mouthed to Aaron, "Shit." Aaron silently laughed.

"Dave just hear her out."

"Dave, you have an injury that cannot be fooled around with. While you should be as good as new in three to four weeks, the next week is critical. One wrong move on your part and your butt is right back in this hospital."

"Cait?"

"Dave, we're talking about your femoral artery here. The only arteries in the human body that are bigger are the aorta's coming out of your heart. They were able to seal part of the wound with sutures. But they also had to do a bit of vein grafting. That takes time to heal so it fully takes to the artery. And can't be messed with."

"Bottom line Cait."

"You can't put any pressure on that artery for a minimum of week, starting today. Yet, you are well enough that between hospital policy and your insurance, this isn't the place for you."

Aaron looked at Dave. "They want your butt out the door tomorrow."

Dave just stared at them. Cait continued. "Dr. Nickoli's options were this: in home, round the clock care with nurses. And you wouldn't be in your own bed, considering you sleep on the second floor. That means a hospital bed set up somewhere."

"What's option two?"

"A convalescence home. And may I add both those options involve a bedpan."

As Dave thought on Cait's words, both she and Aaron could see his mood changing and it wasn't for the better.

Cait jumped in. "However, there is option three."

"Which is?"

"You stay with us," Cait said. Aaron smiled as Dave just blinked at the both of them.

"Correct me if I'm wrong," Dave said a bit loudly, causing Jack to stir in his arm, "don't the two of you have a graduation party this weekend?" he quietly added.

"Which you will be able to be a part of if you stay with us," Aaron advised.

"Good point," Cait said. "Forgot about that one." Aaron smiled at her.

"Dave, as you pointed out earlier," Hotch quietly said, "you're a bit uncomfortable with the staff taking care of your wound, so close to a sensitive area," Aaron said with a smile. "Do you really want more of that?"

Dave hiked his eyebrows, "As opposed to one of my two dearest friends…"

Cait laughed. "Dave, other than keeping you following your doctor's orders, the only thing I'm going to have to do as a doctor is change your bandage once a day. That will require me to push up the leg of your boxers up a bit. And if I happen to catch a glance at something Dave, I am a doctor; I've worked emergencies, and been married twice. I can tell you categorically, I seen all shapes and sizes. Trust me, after this many years, they're all the same. I don't even notice. Anatomy 1101; it comes with the territory. Except, of course, for my husband's," she added with a smile looking at Aaron.

"And I, Matt, Mike, Sean and Jake will be there to get you moved around, bathed and to the bathroom. You've never had a problem with the guys' locker room before."

As Dave pondered Aaron's last statement, Jack woke up, yawned and rubbed his eyes. "What's goin' on," he sleepily asked.

"We're trying to convince Uncle Dave to stay with us buddy when he gets out of here tomorrow."

Jack perked up. "Uncle Dave, you're getting out tomorrow? And you don't want to stay with us?" Cait and Aaron smiled at the innocence of their youngest son that could reduce a situation into the simplest of terms.

"But you've already got how many staying with you," Dave asked. "You mentioned me having to be on the ground floor," he added looking at Cait. "Your folks sleep in your study."

"Sean and Leslie are taking the futon in the boys 'war room' as usual," Cait said, referring to area above that garage that she had developed into her original house plan for two growing boys to have friends over. In addition to the futon, it had the space for an old recliner, a foosball table and where the older boys played video games instead of the den area, now that Jack was sharing their upstairs area.

"Jake sleeps on the couch in the den area with the boys. Maggie and Jarrod can sleep in Jack's bed and he can sleep on the couch downstairs," Aaron finished.

"Or I could sleep with you two," Jack sheepishly smiled at the two of them.

"Or Jack can sleep with us," Cait added with a smile to Jack and a wink at Aaron.

As Dave ran a hand through Jack's blonde hair that matched his mother's, he looked Cait and Aaron in the eye. "You two sure about this? You've got a lot on your plate this weekend."

Cait and Aaron just nodded at him with smiles, as Jack reached up and rubbed Dave's goatee. "Awww, come on Uncle Dave."

Dave looked at Cait and Aaron. "Like I said earlier; good idea bringing the kid."

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