Rossi stepped into the HQ of the BPD, looked around, spread his hands out and said, "Never fear, the Ross-Man is here! So, did you miss me?"

To Rossi's disappointment, he only received a few glares (JJ and Hotch), an eye roll (Reid), and some snickers (the leftover gamblers). However, Rossi refused to let this not-so-warm welcome get him down. "Sooo, where do I start?"

"You don't," Hotch said bluntly.

"Large coffee with three cups of sugar," Reid said with a grin. Morgan just shook his head. When will the kid learn that there should be more coffee than sugar, he thought.

"Extra large, black," JJ said with a smirk, spreading her hands apart to represent the size.

"What the hell are you guys lookin' at me for," Rossi asked, a perplexed look on his face.

"You, kind sir," Hotch said sarcastically, "Are on coffee duty indefinitely."

Rossi groaned. He heard some giggles, then glared at Morgan and Em, who seemed to be enjoying this little situation way too much.

Hotch wagged his finger at Rossi. "Tsk tsk, you must get to work, Agent Rossi. Move on," Hotch said, shooing him towards the coffee maker with a flick of the wrist.

Rossi grumbled profanities as he ventured toward Mr. Coffee.

-

So the case moved on. The team grew ever closer to getting their man and Rossi had served Hotch at least ten cups of coffee with pumpkin spice. Now was the time for The Secret Weapon...

Hotch pulled out his cell. Good that he is making the call, JJ thought, rolling her eyes. I don't think I could have handled that ring tone again. Hotch dialed the number, and the oracle picked up after the first ring.

"Hello, my bushy-tailed leader," Garcia greeted Hotch, "How can I be of service?"

"I need you to look up guys between the age of 30 and 40 with a criminal record working at seafood restaurants in Boston."

Garcia clacked some keys quickly. "Five guys."

"Narrow it down to guys with battery charges."

"Lucas Rollins."

"Good work, Garcia! Thanks!"

"No problem, honey!" Hotch shook his head as he hung up.

"Got anything," JJ asked.

"A name... oh shit."

"What?"

Hotch's face turned a little red with embarrassment, "I forgot to get an address."

JJ snickered a bit, but then stopped as she received Hotch's death glare. "Hey, you got to admit that it is a little funny."

Hotch's glare intensify, if that is even possible, and JJ rolled her eyes. "Fine, don't have a sense of humor, whatever," she said as she walked out to the lobby to talk to the detective in charge.