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Hotch was jerked from his peaceful slumber as the house phone rang loudly. Knowing that Prentiss was a light sleeper, and hoping that the phone didn't wake her in the next room, he quickly answered.

"Hello" His voice was thick from sleep.

"Mr. Hotchner, this is Officer Thompson from the Polk County Police Department. I need you to come down to the station, it's about your daughter."

"What happened?" Hotch asked worried. If JJ and Reid had gotten into some kind of accident and were hurt, then he could never forgive himself. Looking at the clock next to his bed, he realized that it was 2:00 am.

"She and a young man were pulled over for a routine stop and we discovered they had been drinking." The officer refused to ellaborate any further.

Worry changed quickly to anger. Yes, JJ and Reid were assigned to get into trouble. Yes, they were supposed to be teenagers, but they weren't supposed to be stupid! They weren't supposed to do anything illegal--putting other people's lives in danger--this was unacceptable.

"We'll be right there." He angrily shut the phone and quickly changed, he was about to knock sharply on Prentiss' door when she opened it and joined him in the hall, ready to go.

"What happened?" She asked trying to keep the sound of sleep from her voice.

"JJ's been arrested."

Rossi angrily answered the phone that seemed to ring endlessly.

"What?" He asked angrily, knowing that there was no way it was JJ calling them for a case at 2 in the morning.

"Mr. Rossi, this is Officer Thompson from the Polk County Police Department."

"So?" Rossi asked abrubtly.

"I'm sorry. Your nephew Spencer is here, we need you to come down to the station and pick him up."

"Is he hurt?"

"Well, no sir--"

"Well then he can walk home for all I care, I'm sleeping!" Rossi hung up the phone and shifted to quickly fall back asleep.

It was about an hour later when Prentiss and Hotch showed up to the police precinct to talk with the arresting officer.

"Hotch, you know you're going to have to freak out at JJ, right?" Prentiss asked as they walked up the stairs and he looked at her quizzically.

"My dad was an attorney--he would have flipped out if I got in trouble. You're going to have to put on a show." She promised as Officer Thompson approached them.

"Aaron and Emily Hotchner?"

Hotch's jaw clenched tightly, which the officer took for anger. "Yes. Where is she?" He responded shortly.

"I know you're upset sir, but she's in here." The officer said, pointing to an interrogation room.

"What are the charges?" Hotch asked, angrily. Truthfully it was exactly what JJ needed to do to get into that seminar, but he couldn't act like it was a good thing in front of the officer-- and he was still fairly angry at the youngest members of his team for endangering the lives of others.

"Underage driving. Breaking curfew. Both are really just citations. She didn't actually drink, but we've got her friend for underage drinking--but we haven't filed charges yet." Hotch's initial anger at JJ and Reid quickly dissapated as he realized they hadn't actually put anyone in danger.

"Why?" Emily asked.

"Well, when your daughter told me you were a prosecutor I figured I'd give you a call instead. We can cut her a break this time as a professional courtesy. I brought her down here in cuffs and in the back of the car to scare her. Looking up her record she seems like a good kid, I figured an hour in an interrogation room would be scary enough to keep her on the straight and narrow." The officer looked at them smugly as though he were doing them a favor, opening the door to the interrogation room.

"Let us talk for a moment." Hotch said to the officer shortly as he and Prentiss walked into the room, shutting the door quickly behind them, but not before a "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING---" could be heard before the door firmly latched shut.

"Oh man, that girl is going to get it." The officer said to his partner.

Careful to make sure that the officers outside overheard him yell, Hotch now quickly changed the volume of his voice.

"Nice of you to come and join me." JJ joked as Hotch and Emily sat across from her at the interrogation table.

"What happened?" Emily asked.

"We ran into one of Spence's friend at the diner and he invited us to a party. Reid apparently has never been to a party before and doesn't know not to drink stuff you don't make yourself, and is now drunker than Garcia on St. Patrick's day." The three laughed quickly.

"So, how is Reid?" Hotch asked

"Before or after he threw up in the back of the police car?" JJ smirked. "I heard the officer tell him that Rossi wasn't going to come get him--which doesn't surprise me at all. That man hates to be woken up late at night--I would know since I have to do it all the time."

"Well, how do we want to play this?" Emily asked. "I mean, do we play the protective parent that ensures she gets off, or the hardnose parent that insists she be punished?"

Hotch thoughtfully rubbed his chin. "Playing the strict parents would get your record growing faster, we could insist that he charges you with everything possible. It would also give you a chance to play the 'teenage rebellion' card with the counselor, which is likely to get you in. Or we can get you off which would make it seem as though we are teaching you that decisions don't have consequences, which would likely appeal to the unsub."

"Personally, I think Hotch would have a tough time playing the doting father---so why don't we go with the strict parents." JJ suggested as Emily nodded.

"Why don't you think I can play the doting father?" Hotch asked sincerely causing the two women to laugh.

"Hotch, aren't you a profiler? Why don't you figure it out." Emily advised.

"Ok, fine, I get your point."

"Hey, not saying that I'm not having a blast here, but I'm exhausted. Why don't you get me out of here?" JJ suggested.

Hotch smiled and nodded, exiting the room and hurridly finding the officer. "Officer Thompson, I need to speak with you." The officer looked at him, trying not to look afraid. Hotch chuckled inwardly but kept his face impassive. "I make a living making sure people face the consequences of their decisions. I cannot in good conscience allow you to teach my daughter a lesson contrary to that. I'm sure you understand."

"Uh, sure. I'll get the paperwork, and you all can go in a minute." Officer Thompson attempted to scamper away quickly.

"Officer, what happened to the young man she was with?" Hotch asked, pretending to be angry.

"Oh, I had an officer drive him home. We couldn't just leave him here."

Spencer Reid awoke the next morning feeling as though he had been run over by a steam roller. His head throbbed and the taste of vomit in his mouth was nearly unbearable. Not remembering where he was, it took him a few moments to realize he was laying on the couch in the front room of the house he and Rossi were sharing. He vaguely remembered an officer helping him open the door, but the entire night previous was a complete blur. Sighing, he rolled over so that he burrowed further into the couch, content in hiding from the rest of the world and slipping into unconsciousness. His brilliant plan, however, was foiled by the loudly ringing device in his pocket.

Desperate to silence the device that seemed like a jackhammer, he answered "Urfhmmm"

"I take that to be a hello, so hello to you Mr. Party Animal!" Garcia's animated voice greeted him on the other end.

"Go away." He moaned.

"No, Rip Van Winkle, it's time for you to get up. Don't you remember? You have to go to school!" Garcia practically sang to him.

I hate my life. Spencer thought to himself getting up carefully, deciding that a shower and an extra large cup of coffee with plenty of sugar might just get rid of the terrible headache.

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