Emily listened intently outside of the door, waiting for Rossi to walk away. She wasn't going to spend the rest of her day locked up like an animal. No, definitely not. She was going to wait for an opportunity and find her way out of there. Looking around, she didn't see many options, as the closet was off of his office and had no windows. Instead she looked up and saw a vent. Seeing it as her only option, she waited for the sign that Rossi left and stacked up a few chairs before pulling off her jacket and climbing up, careful not to make too much noise. She slid the ceiling tile back in to place, very quietly making her way through the vents. She tried to keep herself calm by whispering to herself, reassuring herself that she could do this. Suddenly, one of the tiles gave out and she fell through.

"Shit!"

Everyone in the library turned to look. JJ was sitting on the table talking with Derek, while Spencer was quietly eating his carrot sticks, and Garcia was leaning back in her seat, her feet up on the table. Emily made her way down the stairs, walking over to the table she had been sitting at. She saw all of them looking confused and shrugged. "What?" reaching down on the desk, she grabbed the pencil. "I forgot my pencil." She was about to kick Spencer out of her seat when she heard it.

"God damnit!" Rossi's voice echoed in the wall. Emily panicked, ducking under Derek and JJ's table as quickly as she could. "What the hell is going on in here?"

They all collectively shrugged, not wanting Emily to be in anymore trouble.

"What was that noise?" he asked, looking around.

"…What noise?" Derek responded.

"I was in my office and I heard a ruckus!"

Spencer cleared his throat. "Could you describe said ruckus, sir?"

"Watch your tongue, young man."

Emily sat up, banging her head against the table and groaning loudly.

Derek hit his fist against the table while Garcia slammed her feet against the floor.

"What is this? What's going on?" he asked, studying everyone's faces.

Derek made a zipping noise with his mouth and they all slowly saw Rossi losing his cool.

"What the – what is going on? What is that noise?"

"What noise?" Derek repeated smugly, trying not to show it.

"Really, sir, there wasn't any noise," JJ started. She very loudly sneezed when she kicked at Emily for bothering her under the table. Everyone followed suit, fake coughing. "That noise? Was it that noise you were talking about, Principal Rossi?"

He crossed his arms. "No, that was not the noise I was talking about. I may not have caught whatever you were doing, but I swear I will."

Garcia laughed loudly, smirking.

"You can mark that in the books, missy," he told her. She smiled, proud of herself. "And you?" he continued, pointing to JJ. "I won't be made a fool of. You hear me?"

He turned around, walking away, and had a toilet seat paper attached to the back of his pants. Luckily, they all waited until he left to start laughing at it.

Derek was in a fit of uncontrollable laughter while JJ nudged Emily under the table to get out. As she climbed out, JJ hit her on the back a few times.

"It was an accident," Emily said, shrugging.

"No, you were," JJ responded.

"Why, what happened?" Spencer asked.

Emily smiled, eyeing JJ. "Yes, what happened?"

"Nothing."

Emily walked up to Spencer, holding out her hand. "Yo, Trojan horse, I'd like my Greeks back."

Spencer was glad when he quickly caught onto the reference, reaching into his pocket and taking out the bag, handing it to her.

"You're not going to blaze up in here, burnout," Derek warned her.

Emily ignored him, walking away. JJ turned to face her before facing forward again, contemplating. She eyed Derek, who gave her a headshake, and she thought on it a little more. She finally got up, following her to the back of the library.

Spencer cleared his throat, eyeing Derek. "I'm not going," he mouthed.

"I'm not either," he mouthed back.

Spencer sighed, thinking, before getting up and running after them.

Derek sat there, wondering what he should do. Groaning, he pushed his desk back. "Shit." He got up, picking up the sunglasses Emily had left behind, going to the back of the library.

"You ever done this before?" Emily asked, looking at Spencer.

He shook his head. "No, but," he shrugged nervously, "why not, you know?"

She held out the joint to him before pulling back. "And you promise you won't run home and tell Mommy and Daddy that you smoked your first fattie in detention?"

He scoffed. "Daddy doesn't care, and Mommy doesn't either."

Emily shrugged, lighting it and handing it to him. "Have fun, kid."

After the first inhale, Spencer sniffed and started laughing to himself, pulling on the sunglasses. He was in a fit of giggles, and he had to say, he had never felt this carefree in his life.

Emily lit JJ's next, smirking when she started coughing. JJ saw the look on her face and did her best to collect herself, giggling to herself.

Spencer was trying to catch the smoke in his mouth before turning to Emily. "Girls can't hold the smoke. That's her problem!"

Emily laughed, looking over at JJ.

"Do you even know how popular I am?" JJ asked her. "Everybody loves me so much."

Spencer laughed. "You poor thing."

Garcia sat in her seat, wondering what she was supposed to do. They all seemed to be having fun up there, so she could join them, but she also didn't want to kill their fun and be a buzzkill, as she tended to be. Instead she sat back, enjoying the show.

Spencer held up his hand. "Come on, Em, give me five."

She shook her head, leaning over and hitting him square in the middle of the head, watching him fall over. "Yeah, it's chicks that can't hold their smoke, kid."

Meanwhile, Derek had locked himself in the foreign languages section of the library, the room filled with smoke. He waited until his joint was almost gone before stepping out, looking down at the rest of them, lounging on the couches. They turned around to face him and he smirked, tossing it aside and unzipping his sweatshirt, cartwheeling, rolling, and presumably dancing to the music that was in his head, all while laughing his head off. He stood on a seat and ripped his thermal off, which warranted a wolf whistle from Spencer. He then proceeded to jump all of the bookshelves like hurdles, giving himself an intense workout, all while Spencer kept whistling. As Derek continued, JJ and Spencer just started laughing at him, not being able to control it. He finally made it back to the foreign languages room, closing the door and yelling so loudly the glass shattered.

Garcia, still sitting on her own, watched the scene unfold. Not only had they gotten high on school property, but Derek had also destroyed school property in the process. She knew in his right mind that wouldn't happen, and that he couldn't afford another detention. Having heard everything he had said to her on their walk down the hallway, she knew he didn't want to do this. That was the moment she decided that she was going to have Derek's back: if Rossi wanted to have his ass for anything, she'd take the credit. She could sit in detention every Saturday and it wouldn't matter to her or her parents, whereas Derek constantly had making his late father proud hanging over his shoulders.

Rossi was in the basement, looking through the personnel files on the teachers in the school. Hotch noticed, walking in and leaning against one of the cabinets.

"Oh, Mr. Thompson, a history of mental illness in the family? No wonder you're so fucked up."

"Good afternoon, Dave," Hotch said, smirking.

He closed the folder, stuffing it back into the cabinet. "Hey, Aaron, how's it going?"

Hotch chuckled. "Good."

"Good, good. What's up?"

He shrugged. "Not much. What's happening? What are you doing weeding through the basement files?"

Dave leaned against the open drawer. "Oh, nothing. You know, just doing a little homework."

"Homework, huh?" he asked, stepping closer. "The confidential files?"

"Look, Aaron. This is a very sensitive area, and let me tell you, some people would be extremely embarrassed, you know. I would really appreciate if this was something that could remain between the two of us."

Hotch patted the files. "And what are you going to do for me?"

"That depends on what you'd like."

"Do you have fifty bucks?" he asked.

"…What?"

"You make good money. A hundred bucks."

"It was just fifty."

Hotch put up his hands. "Okay, two hundred bucks."

He dug through his pocket, taking out his wallet and taking out two, hundred dollar bills. "So this?"

Hotch stuffed the money into his pocket. "It never happened."

Derek sat on one of the chairs in the back of the library while Spencer sat on the couch, his legs crossed underneath him, both laughing.

"No, man, wait… do you have a middle name?" Derek asked, leaning back.

Spencer coughed, clearing his throat.

"Your middle name is Chaucer," Garcia spoke up, "as in your mother quite obviously disliked you for some reason." They both sat up straight as she got closer. "Your birthdate is October 9th. You're 6'1", you weigh roughly 130, and your social security number? That would be 049-38-0913." She smirked, laughing to herself.

"Wow. Are you a psychic?" Derek asked.

"No."

"Then would you mind enlightening me as to why you know this much about me?"

She reached into her pocket, taking out his wallet. "I swiped this."

"Give it to me."

She held it out. "Fine, I could've just gotten it all from the school's private records anyway."

Spencer stared at her. "…I thought those were private."

"They are to the untrained eye, but someone like me? Oh, trust me, nothing is private."

"So you're a thief?" he asked, looking through his wallet to be sure nothing was missing.

"Oh what's there to steal? Two bucks and an expired condom."

He blushed, stuffing the wallet into his pocket.

Emily looked through JJ's makeup, checking her reflection in the little mirrors, while she let JJ go through her stuff.

"Are these all ex-boyfriends?" JJ asked, flipping through pictures.

"Some of them are," she explained, opening some eyeshadow and looking at it curiously.

"What about the others?"

She shrugged. "Some are ex-boyfriends, while some of them are just friends that were guys."

"How'd you meet them?"

"When you're a government brat, in a sense, and your mom bounces around the globe with new jobs, you meet a lot of people." She sighed. "A lot that you'd like to forget, but couldn't if your life depended on it." She sprayed JJ's perfume, sniffing the air, pleasantly surprised.

JJ raised an eyebrow. "So… you don't like everyone in these photos?"

"No, and as you saw in my locker, I seriously lack the ability to throw anything away, that includes people. Now, why do you have so much shit? It's not necessary for a girl to need this much on a daily basis."

JJ smiled slightly. "I can't throw anything away either." She pointed to a photo. "John Cooley, he's cute."

Emily took a deep breath, holding out her hand. "I want those back."

"But-"

"Now."

JJ closed the photo book, handing it back to Emily. "…I take it that relationship ended badly?"

"Blondie, you couldn't even imagine how badly it ended." She threw it back into her backpack, sighing.

Derek held out his wallet to Spencer. "Trade off. I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Spencer raised an eyebrow, digging through his pocket. "I'll tell you the truth, the first time I expected to hear that in high school, I didn't expect it to come from someone like Derek Morgan, and after that, I didn't expect it to be my wallet."

Derek laughed to himself, taking Spencer's and handing him his. Spencer looked through and saw some pictures of what he assumed were his mother and sisters, and a faded one of him as a baby with his father in the back. He smiled at how happy the two of them looked and was pulled out of it when Derek spoke.

"You do know this is the worst fake ID ever, right?"

Spencer chuckled. "Come on, it's not that bad."

Derek held it out. "You made yourself 68 years old."

"I know, I messed it up."

"What do you need a fake for, anyway?"

"…So I can vote. The adults aren't doing a very good job, so I might as well give it a shot."

"Do you want to see what's in my bag?" Garcia spoke up.

They both put their hands up. "No."

She gave them a look before turning her bag over, dumping out everything on the couch, despite what they had said. Inside of her bag was pretty much the picture of her life: chaos. There were markers, pens, sketchbooks, comics, hair pins, hair bows, more clip-in extensions, random maps, hair elastics, combs, tampons, assorted clothing items, pill bottles, and several things that she'd stolen, including Emily's combination lock.

"Holy shit," Derek said, looking at the pile. "What is all of that?"

"Do you always carry this much shit around?" Spencer asked.

She nodded proudly. "I always carry that much shit around. You never know when you need to take off."

"Are you going to grow up to be a shopping bag lady? Squatting in alleys, talking to the buildings and wearing men's clothing and things like that?"

"I'll do what I need to get by."

"Why do you need to do anything to get by?"

She glared. "My home life is highly unpleasant."

"So, what you're saying is you'd subject yourself to the dangers of the real world, including violence and torture and poverty, because being at home is unpleasant?" Spencer tried to reason.

She shook her head. "I don't have to live in the streets. I have options, I can do anything to get by. I can go to the country, or the ocean, or the mountains, or another country and get a fresh start."

Spencer paused before leaning over to Derek. "Do you want to add your two cents to this? Penelope over here wants to run away because home is unpleasant."

"Well, everyone's home life is unsatisfying," Derek finally said, looking over at her. "If it wasn't, people would stay at home with their parents instead of branching off on their own." It wasn't that he despised his home life. In fact, he enjoyed having his mother and his two sisters at home, but with his father not there the past seven years, it just hadn't felt right anymore.

"Yeah, I know, but her situation may go beyond what people like us consider normal unpleasant."

"Nevermind. Forget it. Everything's peachy," she said, picking up her bag and stuffing her things back inside.

"No, there's no deal, sporto. Forget it, and just leave me alone like you're all fantastic at doing."

"No, wait a minute here. You're carrying all of that around in your bag for one of two reasons. You're actually going to run, or you just want people to think you're going to run."

She stood up. "Fuck off."

As she walked away, Spencer leaned over to him. "I think she's her own entity. Be careful."

Derek tossed him his wallet before he sighed, getting back up.

Garcia leaned over a bookcase, trying to catch her breath. No, she wasn't going to let herself get upset in public. That was something that never happened, and it wasn't something that was going to start today. She crossed her arms in front of herself, leaning forward and sighing, collecting herself. She heard footsteps approaching and was surprised to find Derek standing there, leaning against the other side.

"…Hi. Do you want to talk?" he asked.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Just please go away."

"Okay, where do you want me to go?"

"Just go away!"

They both stared at each other before Derek sighed, turning away.

"You have problems," she said to him.

"Oh, I have problems?"

"You've done everything everybody has ever told you to. That in and of itself is a problem."

"Okay, fine, I'll take that." He stepped forward, looking her in the eye. "But at least I didn't dump my shit out on the couch and invite everyone else into my problems." He was inches from her before he talked again. "What's wrong? What is it?" When there was silence, he sighed. "Is it bad? Real bad? Your parents?" The look in her eyes said it all and he leaned his back against the bookcase.

"Yeah," she said softly.

He nodded, pausing. "What do they do to you?"

She sighed. "…They ignore me. Everything about me."

He sighed, reaching over and rubbing her arm, trying his best to reassure her.

Rossi turned to Hotch, opening his can of beer. "What did you want to be as a kid?"

Hotch laughed to himself. "When I was a kid? I wanted to be Lennon."

"Aaron, don't be an idiot. I'm trying to make a point. I've been teaching for over 25 years, and every single year, these kids get more arrogant."

"Oh, come on, Dave, that's bullshit. The kids aren't the ones that changed. It was you."

Rossi sighed loudly.

"You took a teaching job because you thought it'd be fun and easy, summer vacations and all. Then you found out it was a lot of actual work, and it sucked."

Rossi shook his head. "These kids changed on me. They think I'm a big fucking joke now."

"Come on. If you were 16 years old, what would you think of you?"

"Do you really think I give a rat's ass what these little shits think of me?"

"Yes. You give several rat asses, in fact."

"Just think about it. When you get old, hell when I get old, these kids are going to be running the country."

Hotch laughed to himself. "Yeah."

"And that's the thought that terrifies me, waking up in the middle of the night… when I'm older? These kids are going to take care of me."

Hotch laughed. "With the way you've been treating them, especially that Prentiss kid? Trust me, I wouldn't count on anything."