Hello again my Dear Readers. All your wonderful reviews are greatly appreciated, and have spurred me onward…

Don't own CM, CBS does, and they have treated it right by renewing for season 11 so no complaints. I make no profit from this story. Warning for mention of violence…it seems that Marines REALLY dislike child molesters and their henchmen.

Chapter 21

Ann rode down the elevator with the OT in order to pick up Spencer's tray and a package she had just received in Pediatrics, while the profilers checked in with Garcia on progress with identifying the 12 women Spencer had drawn that morning. The remaining 4, he had explained, didn't need to be drawn as there were already photographs on one of the whiteboards.

"Greetings intrepid crime-fighters! I was just about to call. Between Interpol, Andi Swan's unit, and the work of my fabulous fingers, there are definite matches on 11 of our little artist's drawings. The details have been sent to your pads. Gotta warn you-some were identified at autopsy by dental records and the details are not pretty my friends." reported the usually bubbly tech in an uncharacteristically somber tone. She perked up a bit though as she queried "So, did you guys open the package yet? I just know baby Hotchner is gonna love them all!"

"Would this have anything to do with the Mystery package Ann just went down to pick up?" inquired Hotch, as he took his phone off speaker. "What did you do Garcia?"

"Oh sir, she's going to need help bringing that box up-they should have told her! And don't be mad, but there were just so many choices, and I couldn't choose, and it was giving me a headache, which isn't good right now when I need to think clearly, so it seemed best to just NOT choose, so I didn't" Penelope explained breathlessly.

Just then the elevator door opened with a ding, and in came Ann pushing a wheelchair that contained an enormous box, with Spencer's dinner tray balanced on top. "I don't know what your Miss Garcia is up to, but this thing is heavy. It took 3 of us to get it in the chair!" exclaimed the nurse.

"Open it, open it" squealed the excited computer genius, loudly enough to be heard across the room. After removing Spencer's tray from ontop and setting it on the counter, Ann produced a pair of scissors from her pocket and carefully cut the tape holding down the box's flaps, opening them slowly before cautiously peeking inside.

"It's books! A lot of them…oh, and here are those textbooks on English too! Let's show them to Spencer-he's going to freak out for sure" Ann proposed, already pushing the chair toward the boy's room. "Hey-smooth talker" she directed to Rossi, "want to grab his tray for me please?"

"My pleasure, ma'am," he drawled with a cheeky smile, picking up the food and following.

Hotch looked inside the large carton as it was wheeled past, and exclaimed into the phone "There has to be 50 books in there! That's way too much! Please, you've got to let me help pay for this, it's too extravagant-"

"If you even try the money will be back in your account before you can say 'electronic bank transfer'!" interrupted Garcia in a determined voice. "Now get in there sir-you don't want to miss the look on his sweet little face. Oh, I wish I was there to see it! Ta Ta 'til later! Auntie Pen out." And she clicked off the line.

Shaking his head, with a fond smile creeping onto his face, Aaron muttered "What am I going to do with her?" to himself as he followed the rest of the group into Spencer's room.

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"Freaked out" didn't even begin to cover the child's reaction to the enormous box of books. He actually cried with joy, and excitedly read off title after title with side comments like he had always wanted to read that one, or he couldn't wait to find out what this one was about. The boy squealed with delight at the sight of the textbooks, and asked Hotch if he could read them after dinner.

"After dinner AND a nap" agreed Hotch, earning a thumbs up from the grinning nurse. "Don't worry-you have all the time in the world to read these books, nobody is going to take them from you."

"How can I thank her for all the books, and the bear too?" asked the boy earnestly.

"Well, why don't you make her a thank-you card this evening?" suggested Morgan. "I know she would really like that."

"Will you help me?" Spencer asked, looking down shyly. "I never made a card before."

"Sure thing little man, I'd be glad to help you" grinned the pleased profiler. "Now-eat up, your food is getting cold!" Morgan pulled his bedside table over and helped get everything open on the tray, smiling as the boy dug in enthusiastically. "So, what are WE doin' for supper?" he inquired of no-one in particular.

"Covered!" announced JJ as she walked into the room. "I ran out for KFC-come and get it!"

The group happily followed her out to the sitting room and made short work of the extra-large family meal. As Rossi and Morgan were splitting the last piece of the included cake, Garcia rang in.

"Sorry to interrupt your meal, but I have urgent news. It seems that Mr. Black is offering to tell us anything we want to know if we will get him changed from his current hospital assignment. Apparently Mr. Professional Gunman for pedophiles hasn't been getting along very well with his roommates. And he keeps popping up with mysterious new bruises. Poor baby. Anyway, what do you say Bossman? Feel like making a deal?"

"Have him changed to FBI custody, in a private room, with 2 agents from the local office guarding him at all times, please. And send a fruit basket to those Marines, if it is allowed. You have my card number. Let the local office know I'm sending agents down to interrogate Black. And, check your e-mail. I sent some pictures." Responded the Unit Chief, fighting to keep a smile off of his face.

"In a flash, mon Capitan. And-thanks! Can't wait. Garcia out."

Hotch walked back into his son's room and took him to the bathroom, then tucked him in for a nap, gently kissing his forehead. "Rest well buddy" he whispered. Returning to the group, he directed Rossi and Morgan to go and interrogate Black, and set JJ and Prentiss to ferretting out any connections between the identified women, no matter how remote. Things were beginning to move along now, and the BAU chief could almost smell a big break coming in the case.