Scheduling moving day turned out to be surprisingly easy. Everyone from the BAU team offered to help and, as for the owner of the cleaning service Lisette had recommended -

"The BAU?" he chortled after Hotch had identified himself. "Not a problem – I owe you guys! You have provided me with some of my biggest and best challenges. Not to sound ghoulish or anything, but I like nothing better than a complex, challenging job and you guys are experts at providing them. Just give me the address and I'll be right over."

The results had been impressive and now on Saturday morning Morgan, with direction from Will, was carefully backing the rental truck with the first load from Jessica's storage unit up the driveway.

"I hope everything's okay after all this time," Garcia worried as she and Hotch stood watching. "I packed up all your law books myself and I was really careful with them, but I don't know about anything else."

"I am sure everything is okay, Penelope," Hotch assured her. "I don't expect everything to be in pristine condition, it wasn't like that when it went in there. And, as long as everything gets here safely, I can sort it all out later."

"My bedroom furniture is in here," Jack announced excitedly as he climbed out of the cab. "We can take it right up to my room!"

"Hold on just a minute, My Man," Morgan laughed as he climbed out the other door. "We have to move several other items out of the way first. Have patience."

"How many loads are there?" Lynn worried. "And is this all yours?" She looked over at Hotch.

"I'm afraid so," he admitted. "The apartment wasn't that big, but Jack and I had it pretty full."

"There's at least one more truckload," JJ said as she walked over. She and Tara had followed the rental truck in her SUV, which was also loaded with boxes. "Mostly smaller stuff. We tried to get all the really big stuff moved first."

"Well, why don't you youngsters get started unloading and by the time you have the second load in the driveway I'll have lunch ready for you?" Rossi's voice interrupted the conversation.

"Dave," Hotch turned to face his friend. "When did you get back from your book tour?"

"Late yesterday afternoon," Rossi beamed at him. "I had just enough time to gather up what I need to make a good Italian lunch to reward all of you for job well done. So, let's get going!"

"Dave?" Lynn greeted him. "It's good to see you!"

"And it's good to see you too, Kiddo," Rossi gave her a loose hug, being careful not to squeeze her baby bump. "How are you doing? You're looking good."

"I'm okay," Lynn told him with a weak smile.

"Just okay?" Rossi looked at her closely. "Tell you what – Why don't we get some help carrying all my stuff out to the kitchen and then you can help me cook?"

"I don't really know a whole lot about cooking," Lynn admitted. "Lisette gave me some tips and a little practice the other day but – "

"Not a problem," Rossi assured her. "By the time I am done with you – Well, you won't be an expert chef but you will definitely be able to turn out a respectable Italian dinner."

"Reid!" he called out. "Bring your contingent of youngsters out here and give us a hand."

"Coming Uncle Dave!"

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The second truckload of Hotch's belongings was sitting in the driveway and the team was busy eating lunch when a loaded pick-up truck pulled up to the curb in front of the house.

"Jeremiah," Hotch greeted his cousin when he answered the front door. "And Lisette and Seth and Jonathan, too - It's good to see all of you. Come on it - You're just in time for lunch."

"Well, we brought you something," Jeremiah told him as he walked into the foyer. "To begin with, some more helpers, (he nodded at his sons) and then - Where is young Jacob?"

"I'm right here, Uncle Jeremiah," Jacob piped up as he charged into the room.

"Well, young man, we have something for you," Lisette told him. She looked over at Lynn and Hotch.

"Jon was overdue for a new bedroom set," she explained. "He's outgrown the one he had and we thought that Jacob might like to have his old one. It's a little big for him now, but he'll grow into it. We hope you don't mind."

"Well, that does solve one problem," Hotch told her. "Other than to decide which room was his we really hadn't done anything as far as getting him a bed or any furniture." He looked over at Lynn. "Any problem with that, Honey?" he asked.

"No," she replied. "That sounds fine to me."

"Thank you," she told Lisette. "We really appreciate it. Now, come join us for lunch. Dave made it and I helped."