EXCUSE ME BUT WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!

Anyone just get done watching tonight's episode too?

AN: Here's another chapter for you guys. I'm still working on Abduction but this chapter came out a lot faster than I thought it would. Anyway, PLZ R&R!

Disclaimer: See first chapter.

Chapter 34: Grandparents Day Surprises

Ryan was the first one to wake up one morning. As soon as he heard Derek's alarm going off and the footsteps coming down the hall towards his room, he bolted up in bed.

"Someone's excited for today," Penelope smiled at him from the doorway as she slowly opened his door.

"She's still coming right?" Ryan scrambled off his bed. "She didn't call and cancel or anything did she?"

"Nana Fran would not miss this day for anything in the world, even if she was sick."

"She's not is she?"

"As far as I know, she is one hundred percent healthy."

"Where's dad?"

"He probably fell back asleep. He's still getting used to being back at work after having so much time off."

"Can I jump on him?"

"Maybe if he's still not awake in a little while,"

"I heard that," they heard a tired voice mumble and spotted Derek walking towards them as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "I do need some coffee though."

"You get dressed," Penelope told Ryan. "We'll be waiting downstairs."

Almost an hour later, Ryan was running around the house with Clooney as he played fetch with him. The three of them had already had breakfast, Derek had brewed a second pot of coffee and he and Penelope were pouring themselves another serving of the concoction in their travel cups. They all stopped what they were doing as the doorbell rang.

"You're here!" Ryan ran to Fran as Derek opened the door for her.

"I told you I would come," Fran smiled at him.

"Where's Nono?"

"He had to stop into work for a little bit," she explained as Ryan's face fell. "But he swears that he will not be late meetings us there."

"Bookbag," Penelope handed it to Ryan. "Did you charge your Netbook?"

"Yep," he nodded. "Did you-"

"Everything is in there," Penelope smiled at him. "You guys have fun today."

"I definitely will," Fran smiled as they all walked out of the house and Ryan climbed into the back of Fran's car.

"I expect to see lots of pictures!" Derek called as he and Penelope climbed into his car and both cars pulled out of the driveway.

A little while later, Derek and Penelope stepped off the elevator and headed towards the BAU. Derek held the door open for Penelope as he saw Dave and Hotch descending the stairs leading up to Hotch's office.

"If you don't leave right now, you run the risk of disappointing a certain little boy," Penelope looked at Dave. "And if you do that, I will have no choice but to hurt you; in the real world as well as in cyber space."

"I'm going," Dave held his hands up in surrender. "I wouldn't dream of disappointing that kid."

"Have fun," Derek told him. "I already told Ma that she had to take lots of pictures."

"As will I," Dave walked out the doors and headed towards the elevator as Penelope headed towards her office and Derek went to his desk.

"You look like death warmed over," Emily commented.

"Why thank you Prentiss, charming as usual." Derek took a gulp of coffee. "Ryan wouldn't go to sleep last night because he was too excited about today, which means we couldn't sleep."

"Is that the only reason?" Reid asked from the desk next to Derek's. "Or are you worried about Friday?"

"Maybe a little," Derek sighed. "Gloria said not to worry, and Penelope told me to stop thinking about it, but-"

"Everything will be fine," JJ came up to them as she heard the end of their conversation. "And you will have all of us there for support."

"I'm not sure if you'll all be allowed in the courtroom, but thanks." Derek smiled at them as he turned to the growing pile of files on his desk. "I still have a lot of work to catch up on."

"Good luck," Emily told him as she went to get more coffee.

Dave rushed into Ryan's school and went to check in at the office like Derek and Penelope told him. The secretary told him where Ryan and Fran would be and he took off down the hall looking for the language arts classroom. He silently opened the door and saw groups set up all around the room with the students and their grandparents.

"Hello," an older lady-presumably the teacher-approached him. "I'm Mrs. Oberman. Who are you looking for?"

"Ryan Atwood," he shook her hand. "I'm David Rossi, sorry I'm late."

"Don't worry about it," she waved it off. "Ryan has been talking about you coming since we informed the students of this day."

"Well me and my wife have been just as excited."

"So basically what will happen today is that you will accompany Ryan to each of his classes. In each class, there will be activities for you to do together and all the projects you get to take home with you."

"Sounds good,"

"Ryan is with your wife over in the far corner," Mrs. Oberman pointed and Dave spotted them with their heads bent over a small table as they worked.

"Sorry I'm late," Dave joined them as he tried to sit normally in the child-sized chair. "The meeting with Hotch went longer than I thought it would."

"It's ok, we just got started." Fran smiled at him as he saw the collection of construction paper, scissors, glue, colored pencils, and crayons.

"So what are we doing?"

"We are making a Generations Scrapbook," Fran told him. "We all have to fill out a favorite things sheet, and Ryan gets to interview us."

"Sounds fun," Dave said. "So where do we start?"

"Ryan is decorating the cover right now," Fran said.

"You can do the first page," Ryan handed over the right sheet. "You need to glue a current picture of each of us in the right spot."

"Where-"

"I have all the pictures we need," Ryan took a folder out of his bag and handed a ziploc bag to Fran. "Mom got me all the pictures I needed."

"All the pictures?" Dave opened the bag and pulled out the photos. "How in the world did you get our baby pictures?"

"Do you not know who his mother is?" Fran looked at him as she started cutting the pictures down to size so they would fit on the page.

"Of course," Dave nodded.

"I'm surprised she was able to find my baby picture," Ryan mumbled. "I didn't even think that I had any."

"Penelope can track down anything if she sets her mind to it,"

"Get to work," Ryan told Dave as Fran chuckled.

"Yes sir," Dave saluted him as they all continued to work on the scrapbook.

When lunchtime rolled around, Derek was exhausted from all the paperwork he was trying to catch up on. He slowly trudged back into the government building after picking up some lunch for him and Penelope at the nearby deli. He walked into Penelope's lair and smiled when he saw her fingers flying across one of her keyboards as she finished a search for another team.

"Lunch break!" he announced and she turned to smile at him.

"What'd you bring me?"

"Look and see," he pulled a chair over beside her and sat down.

"You do love me," she smiled as she pulled out her sandwich.

"Don't you ever doubt it," he placed another bag on the desk. "That is our dessert."

"Which is?"

"Red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting," he smiled as her eyes lit up.

"If nothing else, I will keep you around for how much you spoil me."

"You wouldn't keep me around for my body?"

"Maybe," she smiled as they started on their lunch. "How do you think Fran and Dave are faring with Ryan?"

"I'm sure they're all having a great time," Derek assured her as both their phones went off from incoming messages.

"Please not a case,"

"Not a case," Derek shook his head. "Just a text from Dave. He sent a picture of them eating lunch together."

"Oh," Penelope found her phone and opened the text. "Aww, that smile of his. He's so happy."

Derek smiled as he continued to stare at the group picture of his mom, Dave and Ryan as they sat at a table in the school cafeteria eating lunch together. Dave and Fran were holding the placemats that Ryan had clearly made for them all by himself.

"He will be talking everyone's ears off about this once they all get here this afternoon," Derek said as he gathered all their trash.

"Good," she smiled as her phone started to ring. "Seriously? It's my lunch break."

"If it was about a case, JJ or Hotch would come in here personally."

"It's a California number," she looked at him.

"One of your brothers?"

"Yeah, they're probably calling from their work." She clicked it on. "Hello?"

"Penelope?" a soft voice answered on the other end.

"Oh my god." She gasped. "Is this who I think it is?"

"It's me, Squirt."

"M-Mitchell?" she looked at Derek and his whole demeaner hardened.

Ryan climbed into the back of Dave's car with all the things that they had made that day. Since they had arrived in separate cars that morning, Dave was following Fran back to their place so she could drop off her car. Then the three of them would go to the BAU together so that Ryan could tell Derek and Penelope all about their day.

"Well I had fun today kiddo," Dave glanced back at Ryan as Fran climbed into the car and they started off again.

"So did I," Fran smiled at him.

"Really? You're not just saying that?"

"We really enjoyed ourselves," Dave assured him. "All your teachers were nice and they said that you're doing very well in all of your classes."

"And you liked all the things we made?"

"Absolutely," Fran smiled. "I will treasure them forever."

Dave pulled into the parking garage at headquarters and they all climbed out of the car and stepped into the elevator. Once the security guard waved them through, they all made their way to the BAU. Fran noticed the somber atmosphere as most of the team-Hotch included-sat around the desks in the bullpen. The only one missing was Penelope.

"Dad!" Ryan ran to him and Derek smiled as he accepted the hug from him.

"Hey kid," Derek sat him on his desk in front of him. "Did you have fun today?"

"Yep," Ryan nodded. "We made some things today."

"Well I definitely want to see them,"

"Let's go get mom first," Ryan hopped off the desk.

"Wait, you can't." Derek stopped him. "Not yet anyway."

"Why not?"

"What's going on?" Dave looked at all of them. "Is Penelope all right?"

"She will be," Derek sighed. "After we got your text this afternoon, Penelope received a phone call. It was a California number so she answered it thinking it was one of her brothers."

"Was it?" Fran asked.

"It was," Derek nodded. "But it was Mitchell."

"What?" Dave's whole demeaner changed, as did Ryan's.

"It's not what you think," Derek stopped them from marching into Penelope's office and hanging the phone up for her at the very least.

"What's not what we think?"

"The reason why Mitchell didn't show up to the reunion lunch with you guys was because he was going through basic training."

"What?"

"In Fort Detrick," Hotch stated. "Apparently, he asked to do it there because he knew that his sister was here."

"He knew where she was this whole time?" Fran asked.

"Not the whole time. He tracked down her location just six months ago."

"Isn't basic training for people who want to be in the army?" Ryan spoke up.

"Yes," Derek looked at him. "He signed up for the Navy Seals. And he's already enlisted. He ships out at the beginning of the year."

"Cool, he's going to do water rescues."

"Why don't we go get you a snack?" Emily stood up and grabbed her purse. "I have ten dollars worth of quarters waiting to be spent."

"It's ok, go ahead." Derek nodded at him. "If your mom finishes her call before you get back, I'll come find you."

"We'll come with you," Reid stood up as did JJ and the group walked out through the glass doors.

"What didn't you want to say in front of Ryan?" Dave asked.

"Mitchell's had a hard life; it started pretty much before Penelope and her mom joined the family. He took on all the family responsibilities for himself." Derek told them. "Then when Pen's mom and his dad got married, everything seemed to pile up on top of him. He started drinking when he started high school then he moved onto other heavy substances."

"He says he doesn't remember much of his years after he graduated high school. He barely remembers college, he vaguely remembers meeting and then marrying his wife and the birth of their kids." Hotch told them. "His wife knew about his problems, but she thought she could change him. She'd finally had enough. She threw him out of their house over a year ago and refused to take him back unless he got his act together."

"And did he?" Fran asked.

"It took a life-threatening wake up call," Derek told them. "He got into a really bad car accident and went through court-ordered rehab. He slowly got better and decided to change everything about his life. He signed up for the seals because he wanted to help people, but he's still trying to make ammends. He's already talked to his brothers; he saved Penelope for last because he knew how difficult it would be for them both."

"Morgan," Hotch nodded his head in the direction of the stairs and he looked up and spotted Penelope slowly coming out of her office.

Derek lept up from his desk and sprinted towards the stairs leading up to her office. He caught her just as she was starting to walk down to get him.

"So?" he asked her.

"Come on," she led him back into her office and they sat down on the small couch.

"So what happened?" he asked her.

"I think-I believe he was being genuine."

"What'd you talk about?"

"Everything," she sighed and he pulled her closer to him. "He kept apologizing."

"For what?"

"Everything," she lay her head on his shoulder and he tightened his hold on her.

"What's everything?"

"When our parents met, I was kind of spoiled." She mumbled. "I still had the casts on my legs and the bruises hadn't gone away completely, so I was put in this protective bubble by all of them. I think Mitchell got a little jealous. And he was really close with his mom. When we moved in with them after the wedding, I think he saw it as a betrayal if he got close to my mom."

"So what, he was jealous of them all protecting you?"

"You don't know what it was like," Penelope sighed. "If I did anything where there was any chance of me getting hurt, they immediately came to my rescue. I had to go through years of intense physical therapy after the casts came off. I had to re-learn how to walk and run. I was a total outcast; except with all of them. I couldn't do any kind of physical school activity because of what happened. That's why I spent all my time in front of a computer screen."

"I do get it," Derek started to run his hand up and down her back. "What's this have to do with Mitchell?"

"He was always the first one to come running to my rescue-at first. Once he entered high school, he took up with these kids and started getting into all kinds of trouble. I mean, the local cops were always at the house-dropping him off after one of his latest stunts. They were practically part of the family since they were at the house almost as much as we were."

"Hey I get going down the wrong path," Derek assured her. "I did the same thing after my dad died. But I eventually got back on track again."

"Because you had someone on your side-someone willing to bet their life on you. None of us had that. The neighborhood where we lived-no one wanted anything to do with us-we were the town outcasts. Because there was no one willing to step up for us, it took Mitchell a little longer to clean up his act."

"Ok, I get it." Derek sighed. "I just want to protect you. Make sure that he's being upfront with you."

"Well I spent the last hour and a half conferencing with Tim, Michael and Joe."

"And what's their take on their older brother?"

"They all say that it's legit. Tim called Olivia, Mitchell's wife. She confirmed everything. She told him that he saved me to talk to last because he's felt guilty for so long because of how he treated me."

"After the funeral?"

"And the rest of my high school years," she sighed.

"So you want to meet up with him then?" he glanced down at her.

"His wife and kids are flying into town this weekend," she told him. "I said I'd discuss this with you and get back to him."

"Did you tell him about what's going on Friday?"

"No," she shook her head. "I didn't want to worry him so soon. I'll try to tell him when we meet up."

"I will be going with you," he stated firmly.

"I know," she smiled at him. "As will Ryan. I have my own superhero squad."

"That's right,"

"I don't want to interrupt," Fran walked into the room after knocking briefly.

"It's fine," Penelope smiled at her. "We're done talking anyway. How'd it go today at the school?"

"Excellent," she smiled at them. "Dave and I had so much fun going to his classes with him and doing all those projects and crafts with him."

"What kind of projects did you do?" Derek asked.

"First I think you need to see all this," Fran handed them several colored folders. "I received those in each of his classes. All his teachers said that they'll be emailing you about it later today."

"What the…."

"What is it?" Penelope took a folder.

"Ryan's accomplishments that he didn't want us to know about," Derek skimmed through his language arts folder. "These papers are very well-written."

"Those are just the writing prompts that's posted on the website everyday," Fran told them. "Most of the students do them for fun, but they do receive extra credit for them."

"Ryan has done them everyday since he started school," Derek read through them.

"This is his Art folder," Penelope handed over the charcoal sketches.

"There's a parent letter with that one," Fran told them.

"There's an Art Competition that's held at the end of every school year," Penelope looked at Derek. "They want Ryan to think about entering."

"Well this one says that Ryan won his class spelling bee last week," Derek handed over the letter. "They're having one for his grade next week. If he wins that, he'll go on to the school spelling bee."

"Why wouldn't he tell us all this?" Fran took the letter about the spelling bee.

"Because he doesn't like being in the spotlight," Derek looked at his mom.

"He likes to stay in the shadows," Penelope added as the three of them continued to look through all the folders.

A little while later, the three of them walked out of Penelope's office and down to the bullpen where everyone else was still waiting for them. Ryan and Reid were talking non-stop about something as Ryan was eating out of a bag of chips.

"Hey kiddo," Penelope smiled at him.

"Mom," Ryan went to her. "What happened with your other brother?"

"I think everything will work out," she smiled at everyone. "I will tell you all about it later, but right now I want to hear about your day."

"Look at what we made," Ryan pulled out all the projects. "But I gave them to Nana and Nono to keep though."

"That is absolutely fine," Derek picked him up. "When we get home, we need to talk about some things that you kept from us."

"What do you mean?" Ryan looked at them. "I don't think I did anything bad."

"Nothing bad," Derek assured him. "But Nana Fran just showed us some things that a few of your teachers gave her. So what's this about an art competition and a spelling bee?"

"Oh," Ryan whispered. "Are you going to make me do them?"

"We would never force you to do anything,"

"We just want you to really think about it ok?" Penelope looked at him and he nodded.

Everyone joined in as Ryan showed off the scrapbook that he and Fran and Dave had made and the placemats that Ryan had made prior to that day.

AN: So what'd you all think? I hope you liked it. Will be trying to work on Abduction the rest of this week. PLZ R&R!

**SPOILERS**

I know that pretty much everyone hates Savannah with Derek and wants something bad to happen to her, but for them to shoot her? I don't care how much she's hated, to shoot a pregnant woman is cruel. What are everyone's thoughts on this?