Chapter 9- Dinner At Dave's Place and Recruitment Day
"There are all types of love in this world, but never the same love twice." -F. Scott Fitzgerald
Hotch's POV
After our amazing day at the Smithsonian, we went to Dave's house. I drove Jack and Spencer. Much to my surprise, it was Gwen that opened the door. She picked up jack, hugging him, like she had known my son her whole life. After she put Jack down, so Jack could hug Dave. Gwen wrapped me in her arms, and I smiled. Spencer and I walked into Dave's house. It smelled amazing, and on the counter there were six glasses of wine, two glasses of scotch, and one glass and two plastic cups of lemonade. I grabbed a glass of scotch, and passed Spencer a glass of wine. Amongst the five red wines, there was one white, which Spencer preferred.
There was a knock on the door after a minute, and Gwen looked, to see Morgan and Garcia, so she let them in. Garcia greeted her with a huge hug, and Morgan greeted her with a light side one armed hug. Gwen was smiling, and laughing, as Garcia talked about shopping with her. "I don't really like shopping," Gwen responded. Spencer and Derek gaped at her, I just smiled.
There was another knock at the door, and Gwen opened it to see JJ, Henry, and Will. "I know you!" Gwen exclaimed, pointing at Will. Will looked shocked.
Gwen's POV
When Will walked through the door, I was shocked. When I was on leave five years ago, I ran across a murder victim. I had put on my gloves to help the victim, when Will LaMontagne arrested me.
"I remember you!" Will also exclaimed. The whole team looked shocked.
"How do you know each other?" Aaron asked.
"He arrested me in New Orleans," I stated, and Aaron looked shocked.
"What did you get arrested for?" Spencer asked, while holding Henry.
"Trying to stop a victim of a murder from bleeding out. I had just finished putting on a pair of gloves, when I found my hands behind my back, and a gun pointed at my head. My naval instincts kicked in, and I knocked out his partner. He arrested me for suspicion of murder, resisting arrest, and interfering in an investigation," I stated.
"Yeah, then JAG came to your rescue when you called your lawyer," Will grinned. I smiled back at him.
"Well, Gwen is the new member of our team," Aaron stated, as I grabbed the two plastic cups of lemonade, and handed them to the boys. They each said 'thank you' and went to sit down.
There was another knock on the door, and I opened it to reveal Blake. She and I hugged, and Blake went to grab a glass of wine.
Now that everyone was here, Dave and I took the food to the table, and we all sat down. Aaron between Spencer and I, on my other side I had Jack, and on Spencer's other side he had Henry. Next to Jack was Dave, then Blake, then Morgan, then Will, and JJ next to Henry.
"So, Gwen, you mentioned NCIS, have you ever worked a case with them?" Spencer asked me.
"I have, I was a doctor on the USS Eisenhower, as you guys know, and there was one cruise that seamen kept dropping like flies. As the doctor I was the strongest suspect, but the deaths were not unnatural looking, so I asked my CO to call in the Minor Case Response Team, which is the top team at NCIS," I replied, as I ate some pasta.
"Did you come across Celestina?" Spencer asked. I thought back, and I remember a Celestina, she was about 18 at the time, which would put her 20 now. In my head, I could hear her sprouting off facts, much like Spencer. She and I had bounded over having older brothers in the FBI, and our medical knowledge.
"Yeah, your sister and I really clicked on that case," I responded.
"So how did the seamen die?" Morgan asked me.
"Thallium, which is more common as rat poison. One of the medics below me was trying to frame me, but too bad for them, I can't lie, and my alibi checked out. Plus, Special Agent Gibbs believed me within the first five minutes I was talking to him," I answered, and went back to eating. The team started to talk amongst themselves, and Aaron sent me a look that asked 'are you alright?' To which I nodded. He just nodded at me, and went back to talking with Spencer. I just started talking with Jack. Once dinner was done, everyone left one by one, and I hugged Garcia, Jack, Henry, Morgan, Blake, JJ, Dave, and Aaron. I also patted Spencer on the back, and I shook Will's hand, which was rare.
While driving back to my apartment, I remembered that I had the NCIS, Navy, and FBI recruitment activity tomorrow. I hope that some of the BAU team members come, it is always a lot of fun. I was going to be running a crime booth in the morning, and I ran the sparring in the afternoon. During the sparring, people who had visited the self-defense booth got to try their hand at fighting some of the top field agents in both the FBI and NCIS, along with the combat instructors of the Navy. Aaron would be good for a hopeful recruit to spar against, Derek would also be fun to watch. I went to bed, and rested so I would be ready for tomorrow.
Next Day
"Hi, Celeste," I called out, and Spencer's sister turned, and she ran, and I hugged her. Even though she was a federal agent, she was still a kid.
"Gwen, it is good to see you!" Celeste exclaimed. I looked up to see Agent Gibbs walking over, smiling at the scene in front of him. "I thought that a big, bad, FBI agent wouldn't want to spend time with us reject cops."
"Well, you know me, always ready to get my hands dirty," I joked with her.
"How was your first case with the BAU?" Gibbs asked, as I slowly released Celeste, and she trotted over to Gibbs, who was holding her Frappuccino.
"It was good. I met your brother, Celeste, and apparently, he and my sort-of-brother Aaron, have a thing for each other. Or at least that is the scuttlebutt," I gossiped.
"It is about time he confessed to Hotch, they have been dancing around each other for years," Celeste exclaimed.
"Gibbs, I hope you don't mind, but I invited some of my team today, don't know if they will come, but Morgan teaches self defense at the academy, and Rossi teaches interrogation, plus, Aaron is our best field agent. Then there is Dr. Spencer Reid, who is brilliant, Celeste. He taught me how to Geo-profile," I gushed, and Celeste just smiled.
"What is the difference between a M9 and a Glock 9?" Gibbs asked, as he saw that I had a standard FBI issued Glock on my belt.
"The weight," I replied. "A M9 is lighter, makes it easier to carry, and conceal, while a Glock is heavy and somewhat clumsy if you don't hold it right. Celeste, I see why Spencer carries a revolver, lighter and easier to clean up."
"I'm impressed, you still know your weapons," Gibbs stated. I smiled, and Celeste and I went to set up our booth. Every year, our booth showed some of the most popular, violent crimes that had happened, and our job was to explain how it was a crime, what laws were broken, and what the Unsub was arrested on. It was never the most popular booth, but it showed that we were some of the smartest people in our fields.