AN: Here is my contribution to All Hallow's Eve tonight. I hope you enjoy the bit of Halloween fun I put into this chapter. Also, you can check out the other wonderful stories that got nominated along with this one for the 2012 Profiler's Choice CM awards at Chit Chat on Author's Corner. You've got until November 30th to cast your vote!

Disclaimer: CM not mine but the OC's are.

JJ and Hotch were talking about the case JJ would soon be presented as the two of them walked into the conference room. Used to being the first one to the conference room most mornings, the media liaison was surprised to find Rossi already in the room. The veteran profiler was placing small boxes on the table in front of each chair.

"What's this about?" JJ asked, as she walked over to the table.

Rossi looked up from placing a box in front of the last chair. "As soon as everyone gets here, I'll explain," he replied, loosely tying the bag as he sat down in the chair he hadn't placed a box at. He placed the bag on the table in front of him.

Hotch smiled slightly as he strode to his usual spot at the table. Having already been told about the expected addition, he was certain he knew what Rossi's announcement was going to be. What he wasn't sure about was what exactly was in the boxes.

"Chocolate?" JJ questioned, picking up one of the boxes. "Another book go number one on the bestseller's list again?"

"Not yet," Rossi answered not missing a beat. "And don't open that box yet either."

"You're telling a pregnant lady not to open a box labeled chocolate. That isn't a very safe move."

"I'll take my chances. You can't be any worse than dealing with my first wife," Rossi replied.

Beside Rossi, Hotch chuckled at the exchange. JJ placed the box back down on the table as she slowly lowered herself into a chair.

One by one the other team members found their way into the conference room, even Garcia who had been summoned by Rossi to join them in the conference room. "I better not be subjected to any horrific pictures while I'm in here or you may find your electronic world is a little harder to deal with," the technical analyst said as she took the seat in between Morgan and Reid, who immediately picked up the case file, ignoring the box of chocolate.

"Don't worry, Kitten, you can go hide back out in your lair as soon as I make my announcement," Rossi assured her.

"And your announcement is what exactly?" Prentiss asked. "I want to know what is in these boxes, and as Gismondi's homemade chocolate is a guilty pleasure of mine, there had better be some kind of candy in here," the ambassador's daughter said, holding up her box.

"Before I'm the cause of a riot, go ahead and open the boxes which contain a clue to my announcement," Rossi instructed his teammates.

The three girls quickly tore into the small container's of chocolates, excited for both the surprise and the rich homemade chocolate that was within. Morgan and Hotch opened the boxes more slowly, both sure that Rossi's announcement had something to do about the subject that they had been sworn to secrecy about. Still, both men were curious to know just what the older profiler had cooked up to share the news with his coworkers. Sitting between Garcia and Morgan, Reid continued to pretend to flip through the case file, knowing what Rossi was up to and wishing that he was somewhere other than the conference room. In fact, the young genius found himself contemplating why he hadn't just called out today, having given Rossi the green light to share the news about the baby.

Exclamations about the contents of the box from the women, gourmet chocolates in the shape of a stork carrying a bundle of joy, soon filled the conference room. Rossi, grinned. He had known the stork shaped chocolates would be a hit.

"Well, unless there is some kind of secret affair with one of the current trainee's going on that the water-cooler gossip hasn't got a hold of yet, we know it's not your kid these are celebrating," Prentiss quipped, holding up one of the milk chocolate storks, the bundle of joy it was carrying done in white chocolate.

"Is that supposed to be a crack at my age?" Rossi asked, leveling his gaze at his raven-haired teammate.

"You can take that however you would like to take it," Prentiss said slowly, a sly smile on her face before she bit off the head of the stork she was holding.

"Ahhh. Did you have to bite off its head?" Garcia exclaimed, causing Morgan to grin.

"It's chocolate, Garcia," Prentiss replied in her own defense.

Though smiling on the inside at the banter between his team, Hotch didn't want the meeting to totally deteriorate. Not to mention, he did want to start the briefing for their latest case.

"Perhaps you should make your announcement before this conversation disintegrates any further," Hotch suggested, the BAU Unit Chief casting a pointed glance in his friend's direction.

"Of course," Rossi said. The veteran profiler glanced at Prentiss as he began. "No, my gift of chocolate today does not mean I'm going to be a father. I will however soon be a grandfather," he said, his gaze, along with everyone else's in the room, drifting to Reid.

More feminine exclamations filled the room, Garcia's squeal causing both Reid and Morgan to wince at it's volume and pitch level. As Morgan raised his hand to his ear on the side the tech analyst was sitting, Reid found himself enveloped in a bear hug by the exuberant blonde.

"Congratulations! Oh, I can't believe she didn't tell me!"

Reid didn't even attempt to defend the silence, given that Garcia didn't really sound angry to him. Besides, the congratulations he was receiving from the other two women didn't really give him an opening, as both JJ and Prentiss had gotten up from their seats to hug the young genius.

"Guess you were thinking about 'baby geniuses' after all," Prentiss said as she hugged him from behind. Her voice was at a much more reasonable level than Garcia's had been.

As soon as Prentiss had stepped back from Reid's chaired, JJ swooped in, hugging Reid and placing a kiss on his cheek. "This is great! My son will have a playmate and we get to face the trials of parenthood together. Wait until I tell Will. He's going to be so excited."

"Um . . . Will already knows," Reid admitted to her, not about to let the Cajun face JJ if she found out he knew later on.

"What?" JJ said, surprised by the admission.

"He knew before me, actually," Reid told her. "Amber was sort of freaking out about the prospect while she was in Atlantic City and confided in him."

A myriad of emotions went across the media liaison's face at that admission, finally ending in an expression of joy. "Well, it's still going to be fun raising the two kids together," she said, hugging Reid again.

"Speaking of people already knowing," Prentiss ventured looking at first Morgan and then across the table at Hotch, "you two seem kind of nonchalant about the announcement."

"Reid already told me," Morgan confessed quickly.

Not really surprised by the admission, the three girls looked to Hotch.

"Rossi told me not long after he found out," the unit chief said. "He had to boast to someone."

"I still don't think it's fair. Women are always more excited over babies than the men are and we need time to prepare."

"The baby isn't due until the end of May," Reid commented.

JJ snorted. "You'll see just how fast that time passes, genius," she commented, with a knowing tone to her voice.

Even Hotch found himself smiling at that one, remembering all the last minute scrambling he had done to make sure everything was ready for Jack's arrival. JJ was right. Those impending months would past fast.

"And when's the wedding," Garcia asked.

"After the baby arrives," Reid replied. "I'll give you a definite date as soon as we've got one settled. I can tell you that it is going to be in Las Vegas."

"Sweet," Garcia exclaimed, looking forward to the trip already.

"Are we all going to be able to get the time off?" Prentiss asked, directing the question toward Hotch.

"Leave that detail to me," Hotch told her. "Meanwhile, if we're all done embarrassing Reid may I suggest we get down to business," the unit chief said, giving a nod toward JJ.

The media liaison took her cue and immediately launched into her briefing, as Garcia slipped from the room before she saw something that she didn't want to see.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Morgan muttered as he pulled his black SUV into the driveway behind Amber's blue pick-up and next to Rossi's SUV that was behind Reid's beat-up Volvo.

The team was gathering for a Halloween party that Spencer and Amber were hosting. Giving the BAU's resident genius' passion for the holiday, Morgan had expected the inside of the house to be well decorated and perhaps a few on the outside of the house. That wasn't the case though. Sitting behind the wheel of his vehicle, Morgan felt like he had already entered a Halloween party store.

Gravestones had been placed throughout the yard, simulating a cemetery. The walkway was lined with six jack-o-lanterns on either side of the cement walkway. Two life-sized skeletons, both wearing eye-patches and pirate hats, guarded the bottom of the porch steps. A multitude of bats hung from the porch as if frozen in midair as they left on their nightly hunt for food. Off to the side a life-sized witch hunched over her smoking cauldron, her hands steadily stirring her brew with the stick in her hand. A broom had been propped against the house nearby.

"If the outside is this done up, I'm not sure I want to go inside," Morgan added, finally pulling the key out of the ignition.

"I think it's awesome!" Garcia exclaimed from the passenger seat.

"You would," Morgan replied, looking over at his gypsy clad companion, whose outfit was even more colorful than the outfits she put together every day.

"Oh stop being such a grouch," Garcia scolded him, as the two climbed from the vehicle. Both of them moved to the back of the vehicle to get the food that Garcia had volunteered to supply. "You do realize that you're not going to get very far without a costume don't you," the tech analyst told him as the met at the back of the SUV.

"There is no way Pretty Boy is going to get me to wear a costume," Morgan informed her, as he opened the back hatch. Morgan picked-up and handed Garcia the two containers filled with Halloween theme cupcakes before picking up the two bags filled with store-bought drinks.

"He's not the one you have to worry about," Garcia told him knowingly.

"What do you know that I don't, Mama?" Morgan asked, juggling the bags momentarily so that he had a hand free to shut the hatch.

"You'll find out," she told him knowingly as she headed for the house, the bangles on her wrists jangling as she walked.

"Why do I get the feeling I'm going to regret coming tonight?"

The two friends traversed the jack-o-lantern lined walkway and reached the skeleton guards. As he walked past, Morgan realized that one of the pirate skeletons had a skeletal parrot perched on its shoulder. Muttering something inaudible under his breath, the dark-skinned profiler followed Garcia up the steps. Reaching the front door, Morgan again transferred both bags in one hand and pressed the door bell.

"What, no spooky Halloween sound effects with the door tonight," he commented sarcastically.

Garcia didn't get a chance to respond as the front door was opened by a skinny, six-foot tall wolf, causing Morgan to jump in surprise.

"Happy Halloween," the wolf said exuberantly, as Garcia snickered at Morgan's reaction.

"Bah humbug," Morgan muttered as Reid stepped aside to allow them entry into the house.

Stepping inside, Morgan found that the inside of the house was just as decorated as the outside had been. A broom cackled a "Happy Halloween" as it maneuvered its way around the wooden floor, having been set off by Morgan's entrance. Orange and black streamers criss-crossed the room. Hanging from the streamers were black cats, pumpkins, witches on brooms and bat cutouts. A bowl of candy, with a hand ready to grab at anyone who dared to try taking a piece, sat on the coffee table.

"Wrong holiday," Reid replied calmly, "even though stores have already started putting out merchandise for Christmas proving exactly how commercialized the holiday has become."

"If you start rattling off numbers I promise you I will turn you into a mummy," Morgan said in warning, as Reid shut the door behind Garcia.

Though no one could see Reid's facial expression, no further facts or statistics came from the fur clad genius.

"Amber's in the kitchen finishing food preparations," Reid told them, waving a paw in the direction of the aforementioned room.

Morgan led the way to the kitchen. Amber was at the counter sticking orange and black plastic picks into the sandwich pieces she had cut up. Morgan noted with disgust that each pick had a witch, cat or pumpkin-shaped top. As he noticed Amber's costume though, he couldn't help but smile, Reid's wolf making total sense to him.

"Well, hello there, Red," Morgan said smoothly, placing the bags he was carrying down on an empty spot on the counter.

Amber turned at the greeting. "Hi, Morgan," she greeted with a smile. "I see Spencer was right. You didn't wear a costume."

"Halloween isn't my thing."

Amber shook her head at the answer. Wiping her hands on a towel, she crossed over to where a garment bag was hanging from a handle to an overhead cabinet. "Everyone wears a costume tonight," she informed him, plucking the hangar off its makeshift hook and handing the item to Morgan.

"What's this?"

"Your costume."

Morgan opened his mouth to protest but before he could get any sound out another voice spoke up.

"I wouldn't bother fighting it, as this is one hostess that will get her way," Rossi informed him as he walked into the kitchen. The elder man was dressed in black pants, a black suit jacket with tails, and with a white shirt with frills along the buttons. A black cape fluttered softly behind him as he walked, a white-tipped wand and top hat completing the look.

"I thought Reid was the magician of the family?" Morgan asked, a broad grin coming to his face at the sight of the veteran profiler.

"Me too. However, certain people had other ideas," Rossi said, glancing over at his daughter.

"You said you didn't have a costume and that costume fits well for my scavenger hunt that I planned for Jack," Amber replied. "Besides Dad, you look dashing in that costume."

"Always were the flatterer, weren't you, Rosa Mia."

Amber smiled at him as Morgan unzipped the garment bag he was holding.

"Rossi want to change costumes?" Morgan asked as soon as he saw what the bag contained. The occupants of the kitchen heard the doorbell ring in the background.

"As I've already seen that costume, not a chance. Besides, though there was a time I could have pulled that look off, I don't think the women here will appreciate seeing my biceps and legs tonight as much as they will seeing yours," Rossi informed him, walking over to the counter and leaning against it. His smile told everyone in the room that he was enjoying the current situation.

"Do you even know any magic tricks?" Morgan challenged him.

"Despite my soon to be son-in-law's attempts to teach me more, only one," Rossi replied calmly, reaching up to remove the black top hat from his head. Deftly twirling it in his hands so that it was open side up, Rossi held the hat in one hand and reached into it. "I can pull candy out of my hat," he finished, pulling out a Kit Kat bar and holding it up with a flourish.

"Seriously? You call that magic."

"When the magician is in this outfit under coercion, yes," Rossi said, tossing the Kit Kat bar to Morgan. "Do you need any help, Sweetie?" Rossi asked, looking in his daughter's direction.

"Can you take the veggie tray out for me? It'll give people something to munch on when they arrive," Amber told him. As Rossi moved to do his daughter's bidden, Amber glanced at Morgan. "And you Agent Morgan, go get dressed," she said, waving her hands in the direction of the staircase. When the dark-skinned profiler didn't budge, she added, "or do I need to help you."

"Somehow, I don't think Reid would appreciate that," Morgan teased, flashing her one of his thousand-watt smiles.

"Don't flatter yourself," Amber retorted, returning to her sandwiches. Behind her, she heard one final huff from Morgan as his footsteps headed for the stairs.

Jack giggled as Reid pulled a lollipop out from behind his ear with his furry paw. Though he had removed the mask by now, Reid was still wearing his the rest of the wolf costume.

"Thank-you," Jack said politely, taking the lollipop from Reid. The little boy, dressed in a Robing costume to pair with his father's Batman costume, turned to Rossi. "How come the wolf knows more tricks than you?" the little boy asked.

There was a soft murmur of laughter from around the room at the question.

"Because the Big Bad Wolf stole my magical powers and won't give them back," Rossi told the little boy without missing a beat.

"It's not nice to take things," Jack said seriously, turning back to Spencer.

"You're right. How about if I give the magician back his powers? Would that be okay?" Spencer asked, keeping Jack's attention as Amber removed the top hat from her father's head and slipped another piece of candy into the pocket that had been sewn into the lining.

Jack nodded enthusiastically. Saying a sting of nonsense words as Amber replaced the top hat, Reid pointed at Rossi.

"Do you have your powers back?" Jack asked, expectantly.

"Let's see," Rossi said, removing his hat. "Would you like another piece of candy?"

"The kid is going to be hyped up on sugar for the next month," Hotch muttered even as his son nodded enthusiastically.

"What's the magic words tonight?"

"Trick-or-Treat," Jack answered promptly.

Reaching into the hat, Rossi produced the peanut butter cup that Amber had tucked into the house. Jack clapped his hands in delight just as he had done the first time Rossi had done the trick during the scavenger hunt. The veteran profiler turned the piece of candy over to the excited child.

"And now, I do believe that our host and hostess have a special announcement that they would like to make," Wendy said as she entered from the kitchen carrying a tray of wine glasses. Instead of the traditional shape though, perched on each glass stem was a dark, glass cauldron.

The glasses were passed out among the gathered guests, Jack, Amber and JJ having glasses filled apple cider instead of wine. While this process was going on, Spencer and Amber held a silent conversation, deciding who would make the announcement. Finally, when all eyes were on the couple, Little Red Riding Hood standing next to the Big Bad Wolf, it was Amber who spoked up.

"As we've got you all gathered here tonight, Spencer and I thought it would be a good time to announce that we've finally decided on the wedding date. As we've said before, we're going to have it in Vegas, as that will be the least disruptive for Reid's mom. The wedding will be on June 26th, so please save the date as we want you all there to share our special day."

There was a chorus of congratulations, and other comments along the line of about time, along with the clicking of glasses. When things had died down a little, Rossi spoke up. "And for those of you in the bureau, don't worry I will use my connections to make sure that we all, and anyone who you might like to bring along as a guest," he added, looking at Garcia and Kevin as he said those words, "have uninterrupted vacation time during that time period,' he assured his teammates.

"We can have one heck of a bachelor's party in Vegas," Morgan announced, a devilish grin on his face that grew as Reid's face paled.

"Just don't get the kid arrested right before his wedding," Hotch cautioned.

"Yeah, the father of the bride will not be happy if your antics ruin the occasion," Rossi added.

"Nor will the bride," Amber added.

"And somehow that last threat worries me the most," Morgan said, getting laughter from the adults gathered.

"What's so funny?" Jack asked, looking up at his father.

"I'll explain it later," Hotch told him, hoping the little boy would forget all about it and he wouldn't have to even try.