Hey, guys. Here's another chapter. This one is for Frenzy cmfan who wanted more of little DJ and has great timing because they PMed me with great praise right as I was uploading this story.

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Rescue Mission

Emily moves around the family's kitchen preparing for lunch. Four year old Dylan bounces down the stairs with a coloring book in hand and climbs up the barstool to sit at the breakfast bar. He opens the book and pulls some crayons out of his pocket and starts coloring. He gives a big, exaggerated sigh.

Emily stops what she's doing and looks at her son with a smile. "Something wrong, buddy?"

"I'm so bored, Mama."

"Oh really? So bored?" Emily exaggerates. "Daddy said he would teach you to ride your bike. Did he take the training wheels off?"

"I don't know." Dylan said as he continued to color. "Mama, what does us sub mean?"

"What?"

"Daddy said it on the phone in the office."

Emily sighs. How does she broach this? If Dylan isn't satisfied by the answer she gives, he'll just keep asking for answers. Well, honesty is the best policy. Just answer and then distract.

"It's UnSub, honey. It's what the team calls the bad guys when we don't know their name." Emily explains. "Come on, buddy," Emily says as she walks out of the kitchen.

Dylan hops down from the barstool. "Where are we going?"

"Rescue mission," Emily whispers conspiratorially. Emily puts her index finger over her lips telling Dylan to be quiet. She turns and runs up the stairs with Dylan following her into his room. "Suit up, Agent Morgan," Emily says as she hands her son a Nerf dart gun from his toy chest. She takes one out for herself and searches for the plastic storage bag holding the darts.

"What's the mission, Agent Mama?" Dylan asked. Emily had to stop herself from laughing when she heard Dylan's seriousness and her title. No matter how many times she had told him that when she was away her name was Agent Prentiss, he always insisted on Agent Mama.

According to Dylan, he was Agent Morgan and Derek was Agent Daddy because having two Agent Morgans is confusing, and since Derek was Agent Daddy, Emily had to be Agent Mama.

"Our mission is to rescue Daddy from his phone call and make him have fun with us," Emily says as she loads the foam darts into the guns. "Can you handle this, Agent Morgan?"

Dylan gives her a determined nod.

Emily gives a nod in return. "Let's do this." Emily heads out of the room.

"Wait," Dylan whispers loudly. "My Superman belt."

"Can't go on a big mission without that," Emily says going to his dresser and pulling the belt out. She gives the yellow belt with a Superman logo buckle to her son. Dylan doesn't bother weaving the belt through his pants; he just wraps it around his waist over his shirt. "Ready?"

"Let's do this," Dylan says.

The two creep their way to the office door Nerf guns in front of them. From behind Emily, Dylan scans the area with his gun, watching their backs. They stop at the door and crouch down. Emily reaches back and taps Dylan's head behind her and points to the other side of the door. Dylan hops over to the other side of the door.

Emily looks at her son and points to her ear causing them both to press their ears against the door. They hear Derek talking on the phone. Dylan makes a telephone sign with his hand. Emily nods.

Emily counts down with her fingers. 3-2-1. She turns the knob and pushes the door open. Dylan hops into the doorway.

"Freeze," he tells his father as he points the toy at him. Emily is right behind her son doing the same thing.

"I have to go, Reid," Derek says into the phone. "Agent Morgan is here." Derek ends the call and places the phone in his pocket. "What's this about, Agent Morgan?" Derek asks his son as he puts his hands up.

"You have to come have fun with me and Agent Mama."

"And if I don't?" Derek asks playfully challenging Dylan.

"Um, then…uh…" Dylan looks up at Emily. "Mama?"

"Then this," Emily answers. She fires a dart at Derek and it hits him in the nose.

"Mama, you're supposed to wait until he does something bad," Dylan huffs with an eye roll.

"Sorry," Emily says. Another dart hits Derek.

"Hey!"

"That slipped," Emily says with a grin.

Derek growls playfully. "I'll get you." Derek starts toward his wife and son.

"Agent Morgan, get him," Emily calls out as she fires the foam darts at her husband, each one hitting his body.

Dylan fires his darts. Some hit Derek, but most of them fly past him. Dylan gives up with the darts and runs out of the room.

"Hey, you can't leave me," Emily says as she follows her son. Derek chases them as slow as he can.

As Dylan is running toward the living room, his yellow belt slips onto the floor. He tries to pull it back to his waist. Emily scoops up her son from behind as he lifts the belt to his waist. Dylan lets out a shriek before he realizes he's in his mother's arms and not in his father's clutches. When Emily makes it to the couch, she throws herself onto it back first with Dylan in her arms against her chest.

Derek leans over the back of the couch and starts tickling Dylan.

"No, Daddy, stop." Dylan says through his laughs. "Mama, make his stop." Dylan gets out.

"Derek."

Derek stops tickling his son. "Oh, no, not the mama voice," Derek groans. He looks to his son. "She won't always be here to save you," he says playfully.

Emily pats her son's leg. "Alright, bud, why don't you go upstairs and get your helmet and pads and then Daddy's going to teach you how to ride your bike," Emily says.

"Yes!" Dylan hops off the couch and runs upstairs.

Derek plops down next to Emily on the couch. She sits up and scoots away from him. He looks at his wife. He knows that body language. "What did I do?"

"You're on leave. You shouldn't be calling Reid for information. That can get both you and him in trouble."

"I just wanted him to take a look at a case on my desk."

"You're on leave," Emily states again.

"It's a bogus claim and you know it," Derek counters.

"Yeah, I do, but that doesn't change the fact that you are on leave." Emily shakes her head and sighs. "Dylan heard you talking. I don't know how much he heard, but he asked what an UnSub was, Derek."

"Shit, I'm sorry."

"I know you are. And I know how unfair this is, but just think of this leave as a way to spend more time with DJ, okay?"

Dylan jumps down the last two steps in his Batman bike helmet, elbow pads, and knee pads. "Daddy, I'm ready."

"Hey, no jumping down the stairs, Batman," Emily says. She walks over to the four year old and adjusts his helmet and pads.

"Sorry, Mama."

"Alright, kid, let's learn how to ride a bike," Derek says. "I'll meet you two outside.

Derek goes to the garage to get the bike while Dylan and Emily make their way out of the house.

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