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"Are you sure this is going to work?"

"Of course it'll work, honey bunch. Elaine is a good friend."

"I thought you said that she'd closed off her heart. You know that we can't get in if the humans aren't receptive, even if it's only on a subconscious level."

"Yeah… look at the whole Middle East, those angels have the worst job on the planet. That's why I think that they should -"

"Oh stop with the political crap! We need to focus on what's happening now."

"From what I've heard about his ex-wife, we should be very concerned."

"That's why we're going over her head so to speak."

"You didn't, Charlene…"

"Yes I did sugar...now just sit back and watch."

---

The building that Hotch, Reid and Oliver were entering was large, square and filled with noisy children. There was a banner strung up across the middle of the room. It said "Happy New Year," in bright primary colors.

"How did you find this place, Oliver?"

"I looked online. A lot of big cities are putting together safe parties for kids at New Years. This one is called New Years at Noon."

"But its New Years Eve," Reid pointed out.

"You're so literal all the time. Hasn't anyone ever told you how annoying that is?"

"Oliver!"

Hotch had been given the full treatment including a large red nose and big yellow shoes. His face was completely obscured with white paint. Oliver had done a great job on his facial expression and the rest of the costume.

Several children ran up to Hotch, but some of them began to cry at the sight of his face. "Hello kids. Are you having fun today?"

Reid winced at the tentative note he'd never heard in his boss's voice. This was going to be bad.

"What kind of clown are you anyway." A small boy had come up and kicked Hotch in the shin.

"David… Stop it!" A much-harried red haired woman with two other children clinging to her shoved past the other kids and grabbed her son's arm. "What have I told you about hitting and kicking?"

"He's a lame clown mom," the child pouted and managed to glare up at Hotch all at the same time.

"We don't call people names - I'm sorry, he's usually a good kid."

"Don't worry about him, he lost a bet."

It was Reid's turn to say indignantly, "Oliver!"

"Can't you two come up with something more original then "Oliver," all the time?"

"Oliver!"

"Okay, Hotch, you're scaring the kids."

"Daddy!"

A small blond haired boy ran to Hotch and hugged him around his legs. "Jack, what are you doing here?"

"We just came here for some fun on New Years. What are you doing, Aaron?"

Haley stood back looking at Hotch with an unreadable expression. "Haley, I can explain."

"I'm sure you can. Just watch out for him. I'll be back in an hour."

The other children were smiling now that Jack seemed to be thrilled with his father the clown. "How did you know it was me?" Hotch asked his son.

But Jack only smiled and pulled on the wig Hotch was wearing. "Me love daddy." He hugged the agent and Reid pretended not to see the tears glistening in the unit chief's eyes. Then there was a little hand pulling on his coat.

"Are you a clown too?"

Reid gaped down at another little boy. "Ah no, I'm just here to -"

"Of course he's not a clown, stupid. He doesn't have a costume or makeup." Another little boy was looking up at Reid with real disgust in his little face.

"Hey…"

"It's okay Oliver."

"This guy doesn't do anything special either." Now there were a whole group of kids that were staring at Hotch like he was trying to impersonate the Easter Bunny.

Hotch reached into his large pockets and pulled out some small red balls. He began to juggle with a skill that had Reid's jaw dropping to the tiled floor.

"Help him before a mob forms." Oliver jabbed an elbow into Reid's side.

"I don't know how to juggle!"

"You can do magic!"

Reid pulled out a coin and began to make it dance across his knuckles much to the delight of the small children that were surrounding the men.

---

The Cloud Cart hummed slowly through the clouds. "How did you do that?"

Charlene gave Gina a wink and a bright smile. "Let's just say that the Big Guy loves kids and leave it at that."

"Let's just say that you drive like a -"

"Don't say it Reginald. Our team is doing better then yesterday and I'm happy. I think we could use a bit of a break."

"Unless those kids turn into a mob if Hotch doesn't keep them happy."

"I have every confidence in them Reggie."

---

"I can't believe you actually got the room for us. Who did you have to blackmail?"

"Let's just say if I tell you, I'll have to kill you."

"Don't joke about that, Rossi."

"I'm kidding, don't look a gift horse in the mouth."

Garcia went to the huge basket of fruit and chocolate on the ornate side table next to the gold silk upholster couch. She found the box of mint chocolate truffles and dropped down on the couch.

"Nope, get up you!" Rossi pulled the box out of her hands, but didn't flinch when her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Put down the chocolate, back away slowly, and you won't get hurt."

"I've seen that bumper sticker too. You're stalling Garcia. It's you're turn to contribute to the partnership!"

She visibly deflated on the couch. "I feel naked without my lap top."

"Come on…" He pulled her up. "I'm going to give you a lesson in surveillance the old-fashioned way."

---

"Hm… I can't believe that she didn't kill him for taking her candy."

"Vhat es so important about thees chocolate?"

"You're kidding, right?"

"No!"

"This is going to be like explaining the color orange to a blind man."

"Ha ha, that ees a joke, yes."

"Yeah, that's a joke Willy."

The tall thin angel glared down at Jorge with flashing eyes. "Okay, so chocolate produce endorphins in human's brains, especially female human's brains, that makes them feel like they're in love."

"Hmpf… true love doesn't need chemicals."

"I know Willy!"

"Zen why all zis fuss."

"You've never experience a moment of fun or pleasure in your existence, have you? If I didn't know better I'd think the Big Guy messed up. Since I know that's not possible, when have you ever you had some fun?"

"Hm… vhen Reginald crashed ze Cloud Rover into Michael's office. Zat was very funny."

To Jorge's amazement the taller angel laughed out loud. "Hold it right there Willy. Just let me get my camera. I need to record this moment for eternity."

"Enough!"

"And he's back," Jorge slapped the angel on the back. "Come on… Let's see what Rossi can teach Garcia."

---

"This is intolerable."

"Be quiet Connie, he's fine."

"No he's not! This isn't a fair test."

"I've just about had it with you, "Anya snapped. "I have to concentrate on my ASL and you're crying about a large, good-looking, gun toting FBI agent. He'll be fine and a little humiliation will do him good for a change."

"Anya's right. After he tried to kill Dr. Reid in a high speed car chase, I wanted to wring his neck."

"Yeah, yeah, we've heard this story a million times. It doesn't mean that he deserves to dress up like one of those stupid lawn ornaments. He's wearing tights, he'll catch cold and that could lead to pneumonia and that could keep him in bed for weeks and -"

"Connie! Shut up and look out for Chase." Anya's blue eyes were icy with contempt. "Making sure you don't have a meltdown is worse then looking after Oliver."

"I don't think that's fair -"

"Connie, I'm having a hard enough time with Morgan as it is. I don't need your complaints about my style all day long."

"Fine," Connie sniffed. "I'll just go take a break. Chase will be fine on her own for a bit."

"I'm going to have a talk with Steven about her when this is over."

Stanley wanted to disagree and stand up for his fellow employee, but Anya was right. And anyway, Morgan didn't seem to be in the mood to stand in front of a truck speeding down on him with machine gun toting un-subs, or in the mood to jump off a roof. He'd be fine, even if his dignity was about to take a hit.

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"Is this costume really necessary?"

"--Yeah… But what really scares me is that the costume shop actually had one in your size.--"

"Very funny Chase,"

--You look great Morgan. The girl is going to love you.--

"What did he say?"

"--You're as bad as Josh--"

"I know! I need to learn sign. How about we worry about it after I humiliate myself?"

They were riding in his SUV to his property in McLean. Oliver had somehow found out that there was a single, very pretty, lawyer that lived next door to Morgan.

"--Carol is going to love this--"

"Shut up, Chase!"

"--You've been talking about her for months. I can't believe you haven't made your move.--"

--Yeah, just declare your love, like me.--

Morgan ignored the younger man and pulled into his driveway. This was going to be so undignified. He should bow out on the premise that the FBI expected a little dignity from its agents, but then he'd have Hotch thrown in his face. His boss was dressing as a clown and facing little kids. Morgan shuddered and got out into the cold, and the sunlight. The bright red conical hat he wore fell to the ground and Chase whistled when he bent over to pick it up.

"Shut up!"

Chase snorted laughter and Kyle brayed loudly as Morgan marched to the snow covered lawn, with as much dignity as he could muster in a dark blue flannel jacket that buttoned to his chin and moss-green pants that went to his knees. His tights matched the coat and his shoes matched the pants.

"It's cold!"

"--Don't worry, you only have to be out here till Carol comes out.--"

"And when will that be?"

"--Who knows, Oliver and Garcia made up the rules and we agreed to them.--"

"Great, just great!"

"--I think you look adorable and so will the lady in question.--"

Kyle was still laughing and Morgan decided that the first thing he was going to learn in sign was "f-- off."