A/N: This is a fic based on the season 9, episode 22 "Fatal." I feel like the writers left it open ended for us to talk about. And instead of talking I had Aaron Hotchner asking the teacher out on a date and seeing where it goes. Namely because Ms. Springer and Aaron Hotchner are two adorable people and Jack is just… Jack. I took out the case business because everyone can go watch the episode if you guys want to watch some UNSub poison his boss. And since this is my story...

A/N2: Oh, JM, thanks for reminding me that she isn't a blonde. But, since this is my story, can we pretend she is? I like Hotch with blondes. Thanks xx.

A/N3: I don't own Criminal Minds or anything you recognize. This time, I don't even own the teacher of the kids. I'm pulling the puppet strings for a few hours. So, sorry CBS/Mark Gordon.

A/N4: I can make this a rolling story if the interest is there. So comment and let me know!

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The kids arrived at the J. Edgar Building, via school bus, promptly at noon. The 13 8 and 9-year-olds, were chipper, awake and talkative as Derek Morgan and Dr. Spencer Reid greeted them at the front doors. Jack, dressed in a blue gingham shirt and the school standard khakis immediately went up to Morgan with a fist bump and followed with Reid.

"Okay, young ones," Dr. Reid began, "this is a tour of the J. Edgar Hoover Building. We're the home at the FBI-"

"Does anyone know what the FBI is?" The woman dressed in a purple floral skirt and matching bolero jacket asked. A spattering of hands raised. "Okay, Clarissa."
"Federal Bureau of Investigation." The tall child, dressed in a pink teeshirt, black skirt and matching vest, said.

"Correct," Reid answered back. As they walked through the open door that Morgan had opened, Morgan introduced both the Doctor and himself. "Our first stop, security. Every morning, I have to have Jimmy check my bag and then I sign in." Jimmy started the xray machine as Reid walked through the body scanner. Jack followed and then the class followed along.

"Oh, excuse me," Jimmy looked as Morgan nodded, "Miss." The teacher spun around, in on the act, "I think you may have some metal on you. Can you place your hands out?" She opened her hands as the burly security guard took a metal wand and scanned her. The students look nervous at the security guard and the teacher.

"She's with us." Morgan stepped in. "She's good." Jimmy nodded and stepped back as Morgan began taking them to the east wing. He showed them the first floor: the IT room, where the only noise heard was the whirling and whizzes of the computers; the round table room for the office of equal employment opportunity division, the cafeteria, which was packed, so they chose to forgo going in; the break room, where four security guards were talking and waved when they saw the kids though the glass doors, and finally two rooms that held filling cabinets.

"That's a lot of paper," Reggie, in a blue shirt and the standard khaki pants, noted. Morgan fist bumped him.

Reid took half the students up to the second floor on one elevator, Morgan and Miss Springer on the other.

"The second floor is the intelligence floors." Reggie read off the plaque on the wall. They walked up to the glass doors and looked at the bull pen where 13 agents were tapping away on computers and in the corner, two agents had headphones in, listening to some type of radio device.

"What are they doing?" Jack asked pointing them out.

"Special Agents Henderson and Ruiz are transcribing a note from the Russians into English." Reid told them. "We'd go in but they're doing top secret super stuff. Even though I can go in, I don't want to. I don't want to interrupt them. Statically 10 percent of everyone interrupted-"

"Pretty boy," Morgan growled, cutting Spencer off from his boring statistics. They took the stairs to the third floor. "Up here, we have the security office, hiring offices and the financial office"

"Financial?" Jesse, a kid clad in orange, asked.

"Has to deal with monetary issues, Alexandra," Ms. Springer told her. "It's part of your fourth grade lesson with Mr. Gibson." Jesse nodded as they walked past a conference room full of young-looking agents.

"In here, we have a class of Academy cadets. They are all aspiring to be agents like Reid or I." Morgan explained as Spencer made a motion and went into the conference room leaving the group with Derek. "He's going to give a speech to the cadets on the Behavioral Analysis Unit." A series of 'oohs and ahhs' from the kids was heard as they took another set of stairs to the fourth floor.

"And this is our stop, kids." Morgan said as he held the door for the class. "This is the floor where the BAU is housed. We have three teams, Alpha, Beta and Omega."

"My dad's team is the Alpha team." Jack said proudly as Garcia, Aaron, Cruz, Blake, Jareau and Kevin Lynch came out of the glass doors into the foyer. Jack ran to his dad for a hug. The kids peppering the agents with questions from 'why do they like what they do' to 'how long does it take to catch a bad guy;' to which Jack quickly told them it was an UNSub, not bad guy.

"Okay class, to the round table room," Aaron announced to which they proudly followed him like ducks in a row. Miss Springer picked four students: Alicia, who sat at the first seat, dressed in a white and blue paisley top and blue skirt, Reggie, set next to her, Jesse, with a blue tee-shirt and the standard khaki pants, sat in the third seat, and Sarah, in a white dotted blue shirt and jeans, took the last one. Everyone else gathered around as Aaron left the room.

Agent Rossi who was already in the room, skipping introductions in the foyer, introduced himself and explained the rules. "Okay guys and ladies sitting down, decide who is going to take this stapler." Jesse took it and held it up smiling. "Okay, your box. Put it in your box and the four of you close your box. Agent Hotchner is going to come back in, perform a series of tests and try to see if he can profile you to who took the stapler."

Jack and Miss Springer went to Aaron's office to tell him it was kosher to come back. Miss Springer only told the class it was so Jack couldn't cheat. Rossi made mental note that the teacher looked flushed when she came back into the room after walking behind Jack and Aaron holding hands.

It took ten minutes, but Aaron had the four sitting down do some questions with Dave (basic stuff, name, date of birth, did you or do you not steal the stapler), Penelope 'dropped' her quarter and finally, Aaron interrogated the kids. He put a smile on his face when he figured out who did it.

Crossing his arms against his chest, Aaron began, "I've observed each of you." He paused and watched the kid's reactions. "I've interrogated you." Pausing again he began to walk toward the one he thought had the stapler. "And none of you claims to have the stapler." He walked behind Reggie, and stopped. "At first I thought it was you." He continued to walk to Jesse, "but then I profiled that it's really you." He took the lid of the box and picked up the stapler from Jesse's box. The kids clapped and Jack couldn't help but beam with pride at his dad.

"What exactly did you profile?" Miss Springer asked looking at Aaron. He smiled at the teacher before squatting to look Jesse in the eyes.

"Well, a few things. First, Jesse, you wouldn't look at me in the eye, but you were very fidgety with your hands." He paused as he showed them what fidgety meant. "And then when Miss Garcia dropped her lucky quarter, all three of you noticed, but you-" he pointed at Jesse, "didn't react at all. You were too busy keeping a lie straight in your head." Jesse gave a toothy smile at Aaron as he intently paid attention.

"Well, this has been a very interesting demonstration, Mr. Hotchner." She smiled as she claimed the kids attention again.

"Thank you, Ms. Springer." He answered nodding and getting back to his two feet.

"Class, let's all give him a big thank-you." She began to clap leading the kids.

"Thank you!" The thirteen kids recited in unison.

Aaron made eye contact with the teacher, blushed and finished with, "You're welcome."

"Sir," Garcia, in one of her many whimsical coral dresses, asked Aaron, "may I show them my office?"

"Absolutely." He nodded. "Everybody go with Miss Garcia."

"Come on, you guys." Garcia herded them out, down the hall to her technical lair, "it's like the bat cave and we can each hold a pen."

Aaron stepped toward Jack, Miss Springer and Alexandra, who stopped, looked at her teacher and back at Aaron before starting to speak. "Can I be a profiler when I grow up?"

"Sure, honey. If you get good grades and you work hard and you think you might be good at it, why not?" Jack looked at Alexandra as Aaron held his shoulder.

"I'm good at it." Alexandra said smiling.

Without wasting a beat, Aaron questioned her, "Are you?"

A smile came across her face as she nodded ferociously. "I did a profile on Miss Springer."

Looking confused and perplexed, the teacher turned toward the young tot. "Me?"

"Yeah." Alexandra said. "You like Jack's dad."

She smiled and blushed trying to think of an answer. "I'm not sure-"

But she was too slow, Alexandra cut her off. "when you talk about your cat, you talk real, real fast, because you really like your cat. You talked real fast like that today, not like with the other dads."

Sensing the awkward tension, Springer, who knew she was caught, spoke rapidly, "thanks again, Mr. Hotchner. Thank you for the great time."

At the same time she was thanking him and apologizing, Aaron said, "you're welcome."

Rossi, who was looking from the threshold of the door, stepped in, as Alexandra and Miss Springer walked out the door, and toward the commotion of Garcia's office. "Probably had to go feed the cat." He smiled at Aaron and followed the teacher and student down the hall.

Crouching again to Jack's level, Aaron asked, "so how did I do?"

"It was cool." Jack grinned with pride.

"It was cool." Aaron echoed, "so what do you say we celebrate?"

"Yeah!" Jack exclaimed.

"Hot dogs or hamburgers?"

The question didn't even have to roll off Aaron's tongue before Jack had an answer. "Both."

"I'm a profiler." He started to lead Jack to Garcia's office. "I should have seen that coming."

Aaron and Jack met up with everyone in Garcia's office. Kevin was taking headshots of the students, as she was making them FBI "Junior Profiler" badge. Miss Springer's badge was labeled "FBI Super Teacher," which made the kids and Aaron laugh. After their badges were clipped on their bodies, some had them on their collars, others wore them on their arm hems and even a few ladies wore them like Penelope, who wore hers on the hem of her dress.

Soon, the team was back together in the bull pen, answering more questions from the little minds of the kids. Jack and 'Uncle Dave' hung out in Dave's office, throwing a baseball back and forth. Kevin and a couple guys talked computer games, while Aaron and Liza watched the interactions between young and old.

"So, uh," Aaron ducked his head as he looked at the eyes of the teacher, "do you mind if I take Jack now? Or does he need something else from school? Jessica could pick him up, it's not a problem, I was just, I have-" He knew he was rambling and blushed.

"No, Mr. Hotchner, it's Monday, nothing is happening, of course you can have Jack." She smiled at him before checking her watch. "Okay, Third grade students, time to say goodbye." She walked down the catwalk, toward the glass doors. She watched as Reggie and Morgan fist bumped, Reid handed Jessie a business card and told him to visit whenever and finally, she turned to watch Jack come out of Dave's office, hug and thank his dad and head to Aaron's office. Dave nudged Aaron as Blake helped Springer take the kids down the elevators.

Running towards them, he watched the elevator close on Blake and the rest of the kids. He decided to take the stairs. Meeting them down in the foyer near Rich, the new security guard, he called for Liza. Turning, she cocked her head and froze to the spot. Blake and Rich escorted the kids to the bus, Blake talking to the driver.

"Hey," Aaron took a breather. "Was Alexandra correct? I mean, can I take you on a date?" She paused, looked at her watch, and nodded.

"I don't usually date parents, but sure." She shrugged and turned. "7 p.m., I'll meet you at the school?"

"Sure." He smiled, and tried to figure out how to make plans for Jack tonight. Rich, who came back in, saw Springer throw her hair behind her head and turn for the kids, fist bumped Aaron on scoring the date.

Shaking Blake's hand, Liza waved to Aaron, and walked on the bus as Blake and Aaron took the elevator back to the BAU floor.