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Suspended

The team was on the ground in Grafton, North Dakota hunting down a killer who liked to kill both people and animals and pose them together. Penelope Garcia was in the middle of tracking the possible connection between the victims when her office phone rings. Her office phone almost never rings. Everyone that would use it, knows contacting her electronically would be sure to get a faster response.

She has no idea what to expect when she answers it. "FBI Technical Analyst Garcia." She definitely wasn't prepared to hear the voice of her 14 year old nephew.

"Aunt Penelope, I, uh, can you pick me up from school?" Dylan's voice fills her office. "I couldn't get Ma or Dad.

"They left on a case. What's wrong?" He had that sound in his voice. The 'I did something wrong and I'm embarrassed' voice. She knew that one well.

"I, um, I got suspended."

"What?" She was shocked. That was the last thing she expected. This day was full of surprises.

"I can't really talk. The Principal needs to speak with whoever's picking me up, so can you come?"

"Yes, of course. I'll leave right now. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just, you know, suspended."

"Aunt Pen."

"Yes, honey?"

"Can you maybe hold off on calling Ma or Dad? I'll tell them, but I want them to know the whole story."

She didn't like it, but she was trying not to curb her own worry. She didn't want to have Derek and Emily worrying unnecessarily too. "Okay. I'm leaving right now."

"Thanks."

After hanging up with Dylan, Garcia grabbed her purse and headed toward Strauss' office to let her know there was an issue at Dylan's school. An uneasy feeling took root in her stomach as she pulled up to Dylan's school. This day was one unexpected thing after another so far. Once in the main office, she is immediately directed to the Principal's office.

She enters the Principal's office and immediately spots Dylan waiting in one of the chairs outside of the office.

"Dylan," she calls out.

"Aunt Penelope." He stands from the chair. Standing up, Dylan comes to Garcia's shoulders. She stops in her tracks when she sees his face. And the huge shiner. He was holding an ice pack in his right hand.

"Oh, my god. What happened to you?" Garcia gingerly touches Dylan's bruised face.

"I'm fine," he says in a way that sounds so much like his mother. "You should see the other guy," with a smirk like his father.

"You got in a fight. Your mother is going to kill you, Dylan," Garcia reminds him. He groans. "What happened?"

"Eddy," he gestured to the closed door, "was bullying the new kid, I stepped in." Dylan shrugs. "He threw a punch."

"Oh, little prince," Garcia pulls her nephew into a hug. She was so proud of him, but she expected nothing less from him.

The principal's door opens and a teenage boy with scraggily hair walks out with a black eye matching Dylan's and a man in a business suit.

"Mr. Stevens," the principal calls. He is a tall man in a suit and tie, "an escort will be with you shortly to take you to gather your needed belongings from your locker and collect your work from your teachers."

"Thank you, Mr. Golding," the boy's father says before he and his son walk down the hall. He did not look happy at all.

The principal looks to Dylan and Garcia from his doorway. "Mr. Morgan, is this Ms. Garcia?"

"Yes, sir."

"Hello, Ms. Garcia, I'm Mr. Golding. Dylan's principal." The two shake hands. "Nice to meet you."

"You also," Garcia responds in kind.

"Right this way, you too, Mr. Morgan." He ushers the two into his office.

Garcia and Dylan take a seat in front of the oak desk while the principal sits behind it.

"It's my understanding that you are Dylan's guardian while Mr. and Mrs. Morgan are out of town?"

"Yes."

"Well, I wish we were here under better circumstances, Mr. Morgan has been an excellent student so far, but I'm afraid I have to suspend him for three days for fighting."

"Three days?" Garcia is shocked. "He was defending another student."

"I know, Ms. Garcia. But we have a zero tolerance police about fighting. Although, I am required to suspend, Mr. Morgan, I will, however, put a not in his file stating that he was suspended for actions taken in defense of another student."

"Three days seems a little excessive, don't you think? It's his first offense. "

"It's policy," the principal said. At least, he looked like he didn't actually want to suspend Dylan. "I'm sorry."

Dylan sighs. "What about football?"

"I'm afraid you won't be allowed on the premises due to your suspension." Mr. Golding leans forward on his desk. "Look, Mr. Morgan, personally, I commend you on standing up for a fellow student, but as the principal of this school, I have to follow the policies set forth by the school board."

"I understand, sir."

"I'll explain the situation to Coach Adler. You'll keep your spot on the team."

"Thank you, Mr. Golding," Dylan says. The principal offers him a small smile.

"I'll have an escort meet you in the office to walk you to your locker and to your teachers to collect your schoolwork for the three days."

"Thank you."

They all stand from their chairs. Mr. Golding walks to the door and opens it for the analyst and teen. "Ms. Garcia, it was nice meeting you. Like, I said, I wish it were under better circumstances. He shakes Garcia's hand as she heads out the door. He also shakes Dylan's hand. "I'll see you when you come back, Mr. Morgan.

After gathering a few books from his locker and talking with his teachers, Dylan was on his way to the BAU office with Garcia.

"So, how mad do you think they will be?"

"Emily will definitely be mad about that small blemish you have trying to consume your eye, but overall I think they'll be proud that you stood up for that kid." Dylan nods.

When they reach Garcia's office, Dylan immediately drops his things near a chair at the wraparound desk away from Garcia's main workstation. This is his spot in Garcia's office when he comes to visit and needs to get away from his parents. Garcia checks on the searches she had running while she was gone. None was too pressing, just basic preliminaries. After compiling that information, she video dials the team in the North Dakota station.

"Hey, guys. I've got some info for Emily and Derek," Garcia says when the team appears on her screen sitting around a table.

"What's up, Baby Girl?" Derek asks coming into frame.

"Hey, Dad." Dylan says as he rolls his chair over to the screen.

"Dylan, what are you doing there?" Emily's voice sounds off screen before she appears. "What happened to your face?"

"Um, I defended someone who was getting bullied and I got suspended. Three days for fighting." Dylan explains with a grimace.

"Did you win?" Derek asks.

"Derek." Emily and JJ say at the same time as Hotch and Rossi smirk. Garcia chuckles.

Dylan shrugs. "Takedown, not harm, remember, Dad?" Dylan smirks. He could tell his dad and the other men were waiting for a real answer. "He hit first, so I hit back before taking him down."

"Good job, kid," Rossi says.

"How big was he?" Derek asked.

"Did you not hear the part where he got suspended?" Emily says.

"I'm just trying to get the whole picture," Derek tells his wife.

"He was about half a foot taller," Garcia adds.

"Woo, go DJ," JJ whoops at the same time as Derek says, "awesome."

Dylan blushes a little.

"Alright, alright. That's enough, you guys," Emily says. "Let's all try to remember fighting is bad."

"Unless the person is threatening you or someone else," Hotch adds. "Which is what happened."

"Or someone is being disrespectful to your girl," Derek adds.

"Or trying to break up your marriage," Rossi adds.

"Ok, no. Stop. This is not male bonding time," Emily says. JJ laughs. "DJ, I'm proud that you stood up to that bully, we all are, but no more fighting. I can barely take football, I don't need you going Fight Club on top of that."

"Yes, ma'am."

Reid enters the room. "Geo profile is done." He notices Garcia and Dylan on the screen. "What's going on?"

"I'll fill you in later, Spence," JJ says.

"Dylan, go get some ice on that eye," Emily instructs.

Dylan knows that's his cue to leave the room while they discuss the case. He's used to phrases like that when he's around the office.

"We'll talk more about this later, DJ," Derek calls with a smile as Dylan leaves the frame.

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