A/N: Hello again, my lovely readers! It's me again, and I'm back with another installment to my "Criminal Minds" School series. I hope you all are ready to read about our favorite B.A.U. team, while they're in the third grade! Here is the first chapter!

Disclaimer: I only own Luke's parents.


Summer was nearing its end and Luke really wanted to have a celebration with his friends, before school started back up. So after many days of pleading and begging with his parents, he finally got his wish. They agreed he could have a camp out with all his friends, a weekend before school started back up.

The weekend before school had finally arrived, and it was time for the celebration that Luke had so desperately wanted. It was a hot Friday evening, in late July and Luke and all his friends were seated in folding chairs, in his back yard. They were roasting hot dogs and marshmallows. Two large tents were set up. One for the boys and one for the girls. Each child had brought their own sleeping bag.

"Will, roast me a marshmallow," JJ demanded. "I have to take care of Baby Whiskers Bon Bon."

"Whatever keeps me away from that creepy doll, I'll do it," Will mumbled.

"What was that," JJ asked.

"Hm? Oh, I said, 'sure, I'll be happy to roast a marshmallow for you'," said Will.

JJ smiled. "Thanks Will. I knew you'd understand," she said.

"JJ, did you really have to bring that doll with you," Elle asked. "You do realize that she creeps everyone out, right?"

JJ rolled her eyes at Elle. "Uh… Yeah. I kind of did have to bring Baby Whiskers Bon Bon with me," she said. "I'd be a terrible mommy if I left her at home, all by herself."

"JJ, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't get in trouble for leaving a doll at home, all by itself," said Haley. "And besides, you didn't always bring Baby Whiskers Bon Bon with you, to school all the time."

"Well, that was the past," said JJ. "I'm older now. So I've learned the error of my ways. Baby Whiskers Bon Bon would be getting into soooooooooooooo much trouble, if she was by herself."

"It's a doll. It can't get into any trouble," said Spencer. "So, I'm pretty sure that there really were no error of ways that you needed to learn from."

JJ scowled at Spencer. "Can you not refer to Baby Whiskers Bon Bon as an it," she rudely asked. "She's not a creepy clown who lives in the…"

"Here's your roasted marshmallow," Will interrupted JJ.

"Oh goody! My marshmallow," JJ joyfully exclaimed. She quickly threw the doll off her lap, but when she threw it, it landed into the camp fire. Nearly everyone gasped, as there was no way retrieving the doll from the flames. They all looked to JJ, to see what her reaction was. JJ was stunned at first, but then she shrugged her shoulders and said, "Guess, I'll be needing a new doll now." She then took a bite of her marshmallow.

The rest of the children were surprised at JJ's reaction. They all thought, she'd be bawling her eyes out. After all, Baby Whiskers Bon Bon was her favorite doll or so they thought. Suddenly without warning, Will began weeping, loudly. Everyone turned their attention to him, staring at him, as if he had grown an extra head.

"What's wrong, Will," asked Alex. She seemed to be very concerned.

"Maybe a cricket crawled into his shoe and karate chopped his foot," suggested Derek.

"I highly doubt that," said Maeve. "Crickets cannot karate chop."

Hearing the cries of Will, Luke's mother, Savelina Alvez came rushing out the back door of the house. There was a worried expression on her face. She knelt down to Will's level. "What's wrong, sweetie," she asked.

"Baby Whiskers Bon Bon got thrown into the fire," Will wailed.

Savelina let out a shocking gasp. "Who's Baby Whiskers Bon Bon," she asked. She was looking more worried.

"Eh… She used to be my doll, but then I accidentally threw her into the camp fire," JJ casually announced.

Savelina placed her hand to her chest and let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God," she announced. "I thought someone had gotten hurt." She then picked up a long stick and fished the doll out of the camp fire. Pouring some water on to the doll, to put out the remaining flames, Savelina then turned to JJ. "I'm so sorry, this happened to your doll," she said in an apologetic tone. "I'm sure you must have loved this doll."

JJ waved her hand, dismissively. "That's okay. It wasn't your fault," she said. "I'm the one who accidentally threw the doll into the fire. I can always get another doll."

Will wiped away his tears and calmed down a bit. "But there'll never be another doll like Baby Whiskers Bon Bon," he said.

"I thought you hated that doll, like the rest of us did," said Tara.

"I used to hate her, back when she was here and creeping everyone out," said Will. "but now that she's gone and no longer creeping everyone out, I love her."

"I wish I could fix this doll for you, but she looks completely ruined," said Savelina.

"Believe me, she was ruined, way before she got tossed into the camp fire," said Emily, as she grimaced.

More tears were threatening to escape Will's eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. "I'm gonna miss that doll's creepy face," he sadly announced.

"Luke! Matt's here," Luke's father, Gabriel, announced from the back porch. There was a young Korean boy with dark hair and dark eyes, standing next to him, with a sleeping bag under his arm. He was smiling as he waved at Luke.

Luke ran over to the porch and greeted the boy. "Matt, you made it," he happily announced. "Come on, you gotta meet all my new friends. They're really awesome." He lead Matt over to where everyone else was. "Hey everyone, this is my best friend, Matt Simmons," Luke announced. "We used to go to the same school together." He then introduced Matt to each of his new friends.

Matt smiled and waved at everyone. "Hello," he politely said.

The backyard was filled with fireflies. So after roasting hotdogs and marshmallows, the children decided they wanted to capture the fireflies. With the help of Aaron and David, Luke went into the house and retrieved some jars. One for each of his friends.

"Let's see who can capture the most fireflies," Jordan suggested.

"Yeah," everyone agreed with her.

"And we have to release them, after we count them," said Elle. "No one better hurt any of the fireflies."

"If anyone hurts a firefly, their face will be meeting my fists," JJ held up her fist, to let everyone know she was serious.

"She's kind of scary," Matt whispered into Luke's ear.

"Trust me, she is," Luke whispered back. "but she's really nice though, like everyone else here."

The children spent a good five minutes, chasing and capturing fireflies. When they felt like they had captured all the fireflies, they gathered around the campfire and began counting. For the children who had captured very few fireflies, it was very easy to count, but for those who had captured many fireflies, they were having trouble keeping track of the ones they've counted and the ones they didn't count, yet.

"Okay, I lost count after five," said Matt."They all keep flying around in the jar."

"They keep flying around everywhere in my jar too," said Elle. "I tried counting them, but I lost count after three."

"Maybe we should just set them free," Haley suggested.

Everyone agreed with Haley and released all the fireflies they had captured. Well, everyone, except Emily. The other children noticed that Emily was quietly talking to her jar of fireflies. They also noticed some other bugs in Emily's jar.

"Uh… Emily, what are you doing," asked Grant.

"I'm naming my fireflies, before I set them free," said Emily.

"You do realize that four of them are not fireflies, right," asked Stephen.

" Really," Emily brought her jar close to her face and studied it, very carefully. She then held the jar away from her face, when she came to a conclusion. "I think I know exactly which ones you're talking about. I bet it's the ones who's butts keep lighting up. Those little guys are definitely imposters."

"Uh…. Emily… those are the fireflies," said Maeve. "The other four are a praying mantis, a moth, a cricket and a grasshopper."

Once again, Emily brought the jar back up to her face, to study it, even more. "Ah ha! You're absolutely right," she now held the jar away from her face. She then began talking to the bugs again. "Goodbye, Herman… farewell, Claudette… adios, Montgomery… its' been nice knowing ya, Ursula… don't cry, Edgar. This is just another chapter in your life… I'll write you a letter, everyday, Georgietta… Never forget me, Ivan… and good riddance… WAIT, OH MY GOSH," Emily suddenly shouted in terror.

The other children were quickly at her side. Not knowing what was wrong, they shared the same look of terror as Emily.

"What is it? What's wrong, Emily," Ashley asked. The fear in her voice, matched the look of terror on her face.

Emily turned her attention to Ashley and in a more quieter, but clearer tone, said, "Baked Potato is missing! She was one of the fireflies!"

"Really? You gave all the other bugs normal names, and then this one gets Baked Potato," Beth asked in disbelieve.

Emily brought her attention to Beth and said, "Now is not the time for one of your rants on why 'pepperonis and lizards shouldn't be put in ice-cream because they might start fighting'."

"Emily, that doesn't make any sense, at all. I mean, why would anyone put… oh forget it," Beth threw her hands up in the air. "I should know by now that you're a subject changer," she said that last sentence, a bit more quieter, to where no one heard her.

"You all gotta help me find her! She could be anywhere," Emily was now in full on panic mode.

"Emily, calm down," Spencer placed his hand on Emily's shoulder. When he got her to calm down, he continued. "The firefly you're talking about, isn't missing. I'm pretty sure the praying mantis ate it. Praying mantis' eat other bugs."

"Awe! That's really sad," Penelope sniffled.

For the third time, Emily brought the jar up to her face and studied it. She was silent, but after a moment, she turned her attention to Spencer and said, "I think you're right," she then brought her attention back to the jar and said to the praying mantis, "Herman, that was a very bad thing for what you did! Baked Potato was your friend, not your food! Are you happy with yourself? Well, are you," Emily shook the jar, thinking she would get an answer. When she realized she wouldn't get an answer from the praying mantis, she unscrewed the lid of the jar and was prepared to open it and free the bugs. "Well, so long everyone," she said to the bugs as she released the lid and set the bugs free."

Watching all that was happening, in amazement, Matt whispered into Luke's ear, "She's strange."

"Strange, but funny," Luke whispered back.

"Hey kids, who wants to hear a scary story," Gabriel had joined the group of children. "Come over to the campfire and I'll tell you, one," he waved for the children to join him.

The children started to follow him, but Penelope stayed behind, slightly trembling with fear. Only Alex had noticed and she was concerned for Penelope. She reached a hand out and lightly touched Penelope's shoulder.

"What's wrong, Penelope," she asked.

"I don't like scary stories," Penelope said. "They scare me."

"They scare me too," Alex admitted. "but most of them are just made up. They're not real."

"But they're still scary," said Penelope. "I don't want to be scared," she wiped away a tear.

"Don't cry. It'll be okay," Alex comforted her friend. "You know what helps me, when I'm scared?"

"No, what?"

"I always think of something that makes me happy."

"Does that really help," Penelope asked with curiosity.

"Yep, all the time," Alex smiled. "What makes you happy?"

Penelope was quiet for a moment, as she appeared to be thinking. Finally she said, "A lot of things make me happy, but… I think at the moment, it was all those fireflies we captured. Seeing them light up, was so pretty," she couldn't help but smile at the memory from moments ago.

"Okay then, all you have to do is, think of the fireflies, and you won't be scared," said Alex.

"Hey Alex, Penelope! Come on! You're gonna miss the story," Clyde called out. He and the rest of the group were already at the campfire. They were all waiting.

"You ready," Alex held her hand out for Penelope. "You can sit next to me, if you want."

Penelope was hesitant for a moment, but then she took Alex's hand. "Okay, let's go. I don't want to keep them waiting, any longer," she said.

When everyone was finally gathered at the campfire, all eyes and ears were on Gabriel. They couldn't wait to hear what kind of story, he'd tell them. Everyone was huddled together, just waiting.

"Has anyone ever heard of 'The Screaming Children of The Forrest' ," Gabriel asked.

"No," all the children said in unison.

"Well, you're about to hear about them, now," Gabriel voice began to turn spooky as he started to tell the story. "Along time ago, about three hundred years ago, before this place was a town, it used to be one giant forest. And in the middle of that forest, directly where our house is at right now, there was this tiny log cabin. It was the only log cabin in that entire forest. Do you all know who lived in that cabin," he asked the children. When they answered 'no', he continued on. "It was a witch and she looked like no other witch. This witch was very…"

"You mean she wasn't an old snaggle tooth, bag of bones with frizzy gray hair, a long nose and wart on her face. And she didn't wear the traditional black dress and pointy hat like all the other witches," Ashley interrupted Gabriel.

"That's exactly what I'm…"

"Well actually, Ashley," Spencer began. No witches really looked like what you just described them as. They all looked like regular people."

"Then why do they look scary in all the books and movies," David asked.

"They only look the way Ashley described them because the people who wrote the books and made the movies, just wanted to scare everyone," Spencer explained. "Trust me, I've done my research on witches before."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Great story, Spence. Now can we please get back to the other story," JJ asked, annoyed.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sure."

Hoping for no more interruptions, Gabriel continued on with the story. "Anyway, this witch was a very beautiful witch. She had pale skin, bright green eyes, and her golden hair was very curly. She always wore a dark blue dress with a matching cloak. She may have been beautiful, but she was very dangerous. "

"How was she dangerous," Tara asked.

"I'll get to that part of the story in just a moment," Gabriel promised. "Just right outside of the forest, was a small village of about one hundred people. The adults in the village all warned the children to never step foot inside the forest because if they did, they'd never be seen again. Well, one day, all the children decided to play near the forest. As they were playing, they suddenly heard someone singing. It was the most beautiful voice they had ever heard. Although they were told to never step foot inside the forest, the children just had to know who exactly the voice belonged to. Thinking they'd all be fine, the children marched into the forest. None of them knew that they would never return to the village. When darkness fell upon the village, the adults were growing very worried. When no child returned home, they just knew something was very wrong. So with pitchforks and torches, both the men and women made their journey into the forest. Although they were all scared, they were determined to save the children. After about an hour of walking, they found themselves, in front of the witch's log cabin. Just a few feet away from the cabin, was the witch. She showed no fear towards the people of the village. She stared at them all and with a cackle, she asked "What have we here?" "Give us our children back," one of the villagers demanded. "Or we'll burn you!" The witch let out another cackle and said "Have you all have no hearing? Listen closely."

Gabriel paused for a brief moment to see if everyone was still listening to the story. When he saw that they were, he continued on. "All the villagers suddenly became silent as they tried to listen. After about a moment, they could hear the cries of the children. "HELLLLLLP USSSSSS," the children cried. The cries were coming from all around, but no one could see the children. Scared and angry, the villagers demanded to have their children back. "Please, we beg of you! Give the children back to us," a women was in tears as she pleaded with the witch. "Ha ha," the witch cackled. "Don't go blaming me for your children, wandering off into the forest."

"The witch has got a point there," Kevin interrupted Gabriel. "They can't really blame her."

"But she tricked all the children into wandering into the forest, by singing," said Maeve. "So, it was her fault."

"Yeah, but all those kids could have ignored the music," said Kevin. "It wasn't like they had to…"

"Hey, how about we let Mr. Alvez finish the story," said Matt.

Gabriel smiled at Matt. "Thank you, Matt," he said. "And remember, it's Gabriel, not Mr. Alvez."

Matt returned the smile. "Okay," he said.

"Good," said Gabriel. "And the same goes for the rest of you."

When there were no more interruptions, Gabriel continued with the story. "In a fit of anger, one of the villagers threw a flaming torch at the witch. The witch was quick enough to move out of harm's way, but the log cabin wasn't so lucky. Within a matter of seconds, it went up in flames. "My home! My beautiful home," the witch shrieked. "You'll pay for this! You'll all pay!" Suddenly, with the wave of her hand, the witch turned all the villagers into stone. Satisfied, she turned back to her cauldron and continued stirring it. As she was stirring it, a huge gust of wind, knocked her right into the cauldron. She tried to get out, but found herself unable to. It was like she was being held down into the cauldron, by invisible hands. Something or someone had finally gotten revenge on the witch. The end."

"What happened to all the children," asked Savannah. "Did the witch cook them inside the cauldron?"

"I don't know what happened to them. No one knows," said Gabriel.

"Maybe the witch turned all of them, invisible," suggested Jason.

"But wouldn't they have been able to escape from the forest, if they were invisible," Aaron asked.

"Not necessarily," Maeve joined the conversation. "The children were told that if they ever stepped foot inside the forest, they'd never be seen again."

"Wait, what if Aaron's right? What if the children really did escape from forest," Spencer joined in. "The children were never seen again, but they were heard. Heard by all the villagers. And being invisible, means no one can see you," he explained. "I mean it's very possible, that after the witch was pushed into the cauldron, the children were able to escape. The only thing is, they probably never figured out how to undo the curse of being invisible."

"Hate to break it to you, but… the children never did escape the forest," said Gabriel. "They remained within the forest."

"Wait, if all the adults were turned into stone, the witch was boiled alive and all the children are still missing, then how was this story created," Beth asked, suspiciously.

"Who knows? Maybe there was at least one survivor. And maybe this survivor went on to tell the story," said Gabriel. "I mean there is a very strong possibility that…" suddenly with fear in his eyes, Gabriel paused for a moment. "Did you all hear that," he asked in a half whispered tone.

"Hear what," the children were beginning to get scared too.

"Listen very closely," Gabriel whispered. Silence filled the air as the children listened. Suddenly they could hear the cries of many children. "HELLLLLLLLLP USSSSSSS!"

Emily was the first one to jump up. "We better get out of here," she shrieked. Everyone must have agreed with her because they were soon behind her. All of them, running into one of the tents.

Gabriel stood from his chair and walked over to a large tree. Peering behind it, he said, "Nice work, honey. You really scared them."

"Well, I hope not too much," smiling at her husband, Savelina stepped out from behind the tree. In her hands was a tape recorder. "Wouldn't want to give them nightmares."

"Eh… They'll be fine," said Gabriel, with a grin on his face. "I'm sure of it."


End of chapter one. So… What did you all think of it? Don't be shy. Tell me whether you loved it or hated it. You all know I'll accept both good and bad reviews. Just don't be too cruel if you hated it. I'll have chapter two up as soon as possible.