A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my OK Teach for Cait's teaching moments; and making me tie in a certain chapter that she reviewed to a part in this chapter. I never thought to bring in Jack again and his boredom. Only a teacher would catch that. Why this one is posting early. I sorta kept her up late last night.

And it's also dedicated to my friend and loyal reviewer hurricanehorse. And that is personal; with the gift she gave me. I hope I honor that gift to my wonderful friend.

Chapter 9

Cait looked at her watch and then the class. "You've still got ten minutes with them. Do you want to waste it?" Moesha raised her hand. Cait nodded at her.

"There's got to be hundreds of these wackadoodles around the country. How do you select which case to work on?"

"I did a lot of that before I got yanked out of the BAU," JJ said. "When I was the communication liaison, it did require me to do some profiling on mine own to select which case the team would take next. Obviously, I did that in coordination with Hotch."

"Which is why I tapped JJ to become a profiler when we were a team member down while Emily was on sabbatical," Rossi said. "She already had part of the profiling chops."

"After JJ got pulled from the BAU by the higher ups to serve at DOJ, Garcia stepped into the role, however in a more minor capacity," Hotch said, looking at her.

"I certainly don't do any profiling," Garcia said. "But I've been around long enough to know the bells and whistles of what might be a case." She smiled at Moesha. "And what might be a wackadoodle. I love that term. Can I borrow it?" Moesha smiled at her. "I flag them and send them to the boss men that sit in the upper tier of the Bullpen at the BAU." She put up a picture of the Bullpen. "Hotch's office is on the left; Rossi's is the other one." The students smiled.

"Morgan also helps with case assessments," Hotch said. "From there we go by where we think we're most needed."

"Do you ever get called in by other entities of the federal government?" another student asked.

"Plenty of times," Morgan said. "Like the second case we presented, anytime CARD gets involved, we're immediately put on alert."

"We were called in on the bank heist and subsequent hostage taking in downtown DC in 2012," Emily. "The Face Cards case."

"In 2015, we were called to assist on the passenger jet crash in Colorado," Reid said. "Mostly for national security reasons; but that case turned out to be serial; not an accidental crash." The students all nodded their heads remembering the crash.

"We are at the disposal of not only local law enforcement but all areas of the federal government," Tara said. "And at a moment's notice. I just read the team's case files on the sniper killings in Dallas in 2014 that also turned into a serial case."

"Bottom line," Dave said. "Anything that has a whiff of serial involvement and is a major case; or a child abduction with CARD involved; this team is on federal speed dial."

"I heard the Thanksgiving thing," Davi smiled. "Do you ever have downtime together other than that?"

"It could be a Hotchner residence kind of thing later tonight," Garcia shyly smiled.

"But I'm not cooking," Cait said with a smile, looking at Dave. "Kiddo three last night highly suggested that it was time for Uncle Dave to buy Sal's Pizza," she smiled at him.

"I'm in on a team night and willing to buy," Dave smiled. "Just as along as someone doesn't order a Hawaiian," he said, looking at JJ.

"What's wrong with Hawaiian?" JJ responded.

"Beer will be involved," Morgan smiled. The class all laughed.

"And maybe a little scotch," Emily said.

"Em, we gotta work tomorrow."

"Scratch the scotch," she smiled at Morgan. The students laughed more.

"But hey gang," Garcia said. "The weather is warm." She smiled and then whispered at them. "The Hotchner's have a pool." The lecture hall attendees all brightly smiled.

"You deserve it, "Davi smiled. "Minus the scotch." The students all laughed.

"Kid," Dave smiled, "you just ruined my night." The students laughed more.

Cait looked at her sophomore students. "You come to class on Friday prepared to go over what you've read in Chapter 20 of your Psychology textbooks. And now, do some profiling of your own. What does that usually mean?" The students groaned. "That's right; a quiz. And then our major discussion on what you've heard today."

"To my junior and senior students," she smiled. "You better have your discussion dancing shoes on Friday. Master class students? I'm not gonna make your weekend start well. You'll have your final dissertation questions in your email box by noon Friday." They all shook their heads.

Cait smiled at Aaron. "So profiler, husband of mine – which Disney villain would Kiddo number three profile me at right now?" The students all laughed.

"Definitely Cruella de Vil," Aaron smiled. The students laughed more along with the team.

"Score," Cait said, raising her arms in the air. She looked at her students. "Get out of here," Cait smiled at them, "and get to your next class."

The students quickly started to disperse. Will went to the lecture stage with Davi following him. "Detective LaMontagne?" Will turned and looked at him. Davi opened his backpack to Will. "I was just hoping to get Agent Rossi to sign my book he wrote."

Will looked in checking it closely and then smiled, putting his hand on Davi's shoulder. "Come on up kid," he smiled.

The two of them walked up to the Agents with Cruz saying, "This was one helluva road show gang," he smiled. "Thank you Cait for having us here."

Will pulled JJ to him and kissed her. "It sure was."

Cait looked at Davi. "You need something Davi," she softly asked.

He blushed. "An autograph on my copy of one of my Agent Rossi's books?"

Will looked at Morgan and Hotch. "I cleared the backpack."

"I'd be honored Agent Rossi," Davi said.

"The honor would be mine Davi," Dave smiled. Davi pulled the book out and handed the hardbound copy to him. "Umm, my first," Dave smiled, looking at the book. "No wonder you know so much about Gideon."

"I've got a pen," Davi said, opening another zipper of his backpack.

"Got it kid," Dave smiled, reaching into his breast inside pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a pen. Rossi took the book, opened it and wrote a message on the inside of the hardcover copy. He then signed it with his usual flourish, smiling at Davi handing the book back to him, putting his pen back in its place.

"Now get to class my friend," Dave smiled.

"Actually Agent Rossi, its lunch in my world. Thank you so much." Dave shook his hand as the rest of the team smiled.

"See you Friday Davi," Cait smiled at he moved off the lecture hall stage.

"Why the hell weren't you one of my college professors Cait?" Cruz asked.

"No kidding sir," Garcia added.

-00CM00-

A warm front has blessed the DC and northern Virginia area. The Hotchner pool, as well as the beer fridge in the garage was getting a workout, waiting for the delivery from Sal's. The Cruz family was there as well.

JJ walked up to Cait, beer in hand as they kept on eye on the kids in the pool. Declan was doing the same with Emily and Tara playing with Hank and Michael in the shallow end with Mat's youngest daughter. Savannah smiled at them, sitting on the pool curtain. JJ smiled at Cait. "How's Jack doing in school?" Cait looked at her. JJ gave Cait her smile. "Jack invites Henry to play with him and his soccer buddies at lunch recess. Henry loves it; and being with the older boys," JJ smiled.

"According to Jack," Cait said, "that is because Henry has 'got game'," she smiled at her fellow mother. She pointed at Mat's oldest daughter. "Babysitter in waiting," Cait smiled.

"We've already used her." JJ smiled more and then looked at Cait. "They, meaning the boys also talk; which Henry tells Will and me at dinner. Jack keeps telling Henry he's so bored with school."

Cait smiled. "The joys of being the oldest in the class." She smiled at JJ. "I won't say the rest."

"He's a smart kid Cait."

Cait smiled. "It's a challenge for Aaron, I and his teacher. But his history lesson that he and his dad did last night got him on a little mission to get past that."

"What's the mission?" JJ asked.

"Write an extra credit report on 9/11," Cait said.

JJ shook his head. "Definitely a profiler in the making."

Cait smiled. "He's around it enough."

JJ rubbed her arm and moved off to help Emily with Michael.

Cait moved to Dave and put her arm around his waist as he watched the kids frolicking in the pool. "What did you write to Davi?" Dave smiled at her, putting his arm on her shoulder.

-00CM00-

Davi walked into his tiny, square box, one room apartment at two the next morning. He had just got off work from delivering pizzas for a local DC place. He didn't even bother checking the tip money in his pocket and immediately went to his bookbag and pulled out David Rossi's first book; the one that Rossi had signed. Davi slowly opened the cover to read what Rossi wrote.

Davi,

Cait told me about you. You are passionate; and one of her prized students. You understand this more than any other student of hers ever has.

Please consider applying to the FBI.

The BAU is waiting for you.

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A/N: Once again, I can't thank all of you enough for your well wishes and prayers on getting through, what my favorite co-worker calls "Cadillac" surgery. That's Dick; and why I love working with him. We've known each other for years and grew up in the same small town. We have too much fun working together; much to the chagrin of our manager. We don't do the corporate talk working the counter. But our customers love our BS.

Yet, you wonderful folks have humbled me again with your thoughts and prayers. Thank you for all of the reviews, favorites and following alerts. They humble me more. I'm glad you enjoyed the story.

Mucho thanks again to my OK Teach for doing some proofreading and brainstorming. She's off for the summer. I take full advantage of that. Momma didn't raise idiots.

Hurricanehorse – I hope I honored the gift you gave me; a gift that is deeply appreciated.

*Knightly bow to my mentor*

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