A/N: To all of you who read this story before, there's no excuse for not updating for over a year. I do need to thank the wonderful Seiankyou, though, for helping me get this story started in the first place, and helping me get going on it now, readers, please bear in mind that I'm a new writer and I'm still not totally sure of my characterizations. However, with that in mind please remember that this is a comedy and that there are some elements of the characters that I am exaggerating for the purposes of the story. But please, read and review, because I would love your feedback!

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-Tuesday Morning-

Rossi woke up the next morning feeling something moving on his bed. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was just after 5 AM. Groaning, he swatted in the direction of the movement.

"Mudgie, no. Down," he said, only to be greeted with an indignant response. He pushed himself up only to see Michelle glaring down at him.

"You thought I was the DOG?" she demanded. Then, with a dramatic "Ugh!" she left the room in a huff. Rossi groaned and laid back down. This was definitely an inauspicious start to the day.

Ten minutes later, Rossi was up and making breakfast for him and Michelle, who had grudgingly accepted his excuse that it had been a long time since anyone other than his dog had woken him up in the morning. However, as penance for his blunder, he was forced to make her breakfast. So it was that he was at the stove, cooking up Eggs Benedict, when Michelle announced that the event of the day was to be a movie marathon. He turned to stare at her semi-incredulously.

"Well, it's cold and rainy today, and I'm still jet-lagged. I see no reason not to," Michelle stated, eyes narrowed. "So, when the video store opens, you're taking me there, I'm picking out movies and buying a lot of popcorn, and then you're watching with me all day. Is that clear?"

Rossi sighed. He had promised his sister to spend time with Michelle, but this was probably going to be akin to torture. Still, David Rossi kept his promises. He just hoped he'd still have half a brain left after what was sure to be a chick flick marathon.

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6 hours later and 2 chick flicks later, Rossi was enduring a torture that he'd never seen before on the job or in his personal life. He had avoided it through three wives and many girlfriends over the years, but now, somehow, the infuriating woman loudly eating popcorn next to him had somehow threatened and cajoled him into doing what he had previously though impossible: David Rossi was being forced to watch Gone With the Wind. After the second chick flick of the morning had ended he had already felt his patience running thin, but when Michelle had selected this movie as the next one to watch he had considered sneaking out through the bathroom window, even though the storm outside hadn't lessened a bit. However, the thought of leaving his sister's friend at his house without him around was somehow even more terrifying.

So, Rossi had decided, it was better to suffer through it. So he'd thought. He had been tuning out the movie for the past hour and a half, and when the screen faded to black he thought that the movie was mercifully over. Immediately more cheerful, he bounded from the couch and headed towards the kitchen.

"So, Michelle, what do you want to do for lunch? There's a nice place about five minutes from here that makes the best-" Rossi was interrupted by a girlish giggle from the woman sitting on his couch.

"Oh, did you think the movie was over?" Rossi's body clenched in dread. There was more? "Well, some of the best parts are still yet to come! Some of Scarlett's best character development is in the next half! I'm sure you'll love it!"

The profiler could almost feel what was left of his brain melting. Some unsubs he'd dealt with were less effective at torture than the woman currently waiting for him! And the movie was only halfway over? He wasn't entirely sure that he could survive another two hours of this tripe, but what choice did he have? If he refused, Michelle would make his life hell until Andrea arrived, at which point he would be a dead man. He eyed the door to the bathroom and wondered again how fast he could make it out the window, but Michelle would have none of it.

"David!" she shrieked. Rossi could swear that all the dogs in the neighbourhood were about to swarm the house, with the pitch she'd achieved. "I'm waiting!"

If there was one thing he'd learned over the years, it was to not keep a woman waiting when she made it that painfully clear. So, with a last reluctant look at the bathroom door and the potential freedom that lay beyond it, he headed back to the couch for several more hours of torture. At this point, he would have rather been doing paperwork. Hell, he would have done the entire team's backlog of paperwork, if only to get away from this!

ooo

Meanwhile, Reid found himself slowly being trapped in a corner. Desperate, he called out to the camp leader.

"Natalie," he shouted. "Are you sure we can't let them outside?" A shrill laugh was her response. "I'll take that as a no?"

"Of course we can't let them outside, Spencer, it's pouring rain! You wouldn't want them to catch a cold, would you?"

"Well – no – but – a little help would be appreciated!"

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be fine! They're just children, Spencer!"

These aren't children, Reid though as he finally felt the walls of the corner against his back. These are miniature psychopaths. The circle of evilly grinning faces surrounded him and despite his attempts to defend himself, he soon found himself mobbed by them and on the ground. As the two ringleaders pounced on him, he wondered not for the first time that day just how he always managed to get himself into these sorts of situations.

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Back at the BAU, when Reid had failed to show up by 11 o'clock, Morgan went to see Hotch. When he expressed his concern, Hotch just gave Morgan a small, inscrutable smile before saying something that Morgan had never thought he'd hear.

"Reid's helping out with Jack's day camp for the rest of the week."

Morgan managed to hold in his laughter long enough to make it to Garcia's office, where he dissolved into peals of laughter. Suffice it to say, his piles of paperwork were put off yet again.

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