"Are you sure it wasn't under the couch?"

"Yeah, I already looked."

Spencer sighed, running his right hand through his hair. He agreed to play 'cops and robbers' with Jack, who insisted that handcuffs be involved. He had retrieved his father's pair, only find out he didn't have the key.

One loop was locked around Reid's left wrist, the other was around Jack's right. Neither of them knew where the key was and they were both afraid of asking Hotch and receiving a lecture of some kind. They continued their search around the house with no luck. Spencer was upset, but not at Jack. Mostly because he and Hotch's son were stuck together and they couldn't find what they needed to break free.

Jack looked inside a flower pot while Reid looked through a small shelf, nothing turned up yet. Thankfully, Hotch was in his upstairs office sorting paperwork from their recent case in California, so he was unaware of what was happening.

"We might have to tell you dad, Jack." Spencer said as he sat a book back. "We just can't find that key."

"But, he will get mad!" Jack exclaimed.

"I know, but we can't stay like this forever." He chuckled. "Besides, he might not get mad."

"Okay." Jack said quietly. The two boys were about to head up the stairs when they heard another voice speak just as they laid eyes on a rather amused looking Hotch.

"What might I not get mad about?" He asked casually, a hint of a grin on his face.

"We lost the key." Jack said, holding up his cuffed right wrist, lifting Spencer's a little in the process. Hotch nodded, his smile becoming more visible.

"You mean this key?" The BAU leader reached behind him and pulled out a small silver object.

"Uh-huh! That's the one!" Jack said excitedly.

"We were about to go up ask you where it was." Spencer blushed, Aaron laughed slightly.

"Looks like Jack forgot to grab it." Hotch said, walking towards the two boys. He inserted the key into the hole and unlocked one of the loops, freeing Jack.

"Thanks daddy." Jack gave his father a one arm hug.

"You're welcome, buddy." Hotch returned the gesture, failing to hold back more laughter. Spencer smiled at the sight, waiting patiently.

"Okay, Hotch. My turn." He said, holding up his left wrist expectantly.

"Alright." Hotch proceeded to unlock the other loop but then stopped. He turned to face the younger boy. "Hey, Jack?"

"Yes, daddy? Are you mad?" Jack rubbed a finger on his chin.

"No, no. I want to show you something." Hotch assured. Jack immediately perked up and stepped closer.

"What is it?" The small child asked, already excited even though he doesn't yet know what his father is about to demonstrate.

"See this?" The Unit Chief pointed to his agent's still trapped wrist. "When we go to arrest a suspect, we don't just put only half of the restraints on them. At least, not anymore." Jack nodded, waiting for him to continue.

"Hotch, what are you doing?" Reid asked.

"Not that way?" Jack asked. Aaron shook his head.

"No. If we did, the suspect, or bad guy could grab my gun or something that he could hurt me with, or he could grab the key and get away." The BAU leader explained.

"Ohh." Jack said understandingly. "So, both their wrists?"

"That's right." Hotch said with a small smile. "But we usually don't do in front of them."

"Hotch, just give me the key and I'll unlock it myself." Spencer tried not to sound impatient. He was ignored.

"How do you cuff the bad guy then?" Jack asked.

"Hotch?" Reid asked fearfully when he saw the evil look on his boss' face.

"Well, Jack, we do it... like this!"

"Hotch? What are you- Wait! No, no, don't!"

Click.

The Unit Chief zipped behind his agent and nabbed both his arms and pulled them behind him. Reid didn't have a chance to react when he felt cold metal wrap around his other wrist and heard the sound of the restraints lock in place.

"That is how we cuff the bad guys." Aaron pointed towards a very shocked Spencer. Jack was now rolling on the floor, laughing.

"Dr. Reid looks like a bad guy!" The small boy squealed. Spencer's face couldn't get any redder. He turned his back away so his bound wrists were out of sight. He finally managed to find his voice, but when he spoke, nothing but a pleading squeak came out.

"Hotch, please get these off of me."

Aaron had joined his son, increasing Reid's embarrassment. He almost felt like he could die from it. As bad as it was though, it was nothing compared to that April 1st at work.

He never saw that coming.

He wasn't even aware of the so called holiday when Morgan had jumped him, handcuffed him, behind his back of all positions, and showed him off to nearly everyone on the floor, even took a picture of him. He was more than grateful that Garcia eventually ended Derek's "fun", she even helped him get back at Morgan when the next year came around. She pointed out that Reid always arrived at 7:00 AM sharp, something Reid himself never noticed. He did as Garcia told him that morning. He waited at the doors, knowing Morgan was hiding out of sight to jump him again, Reid stood there until Rossi arrived, greeted him and entered the bullpen. Before Derek Morgan knew it, he had pounced on the Senior SSA and was about to handcuff him. Reid laughed his heart out at the unforgettably deadly look Dave sent Morgan. He made sure to send an extremely embarrassed Derek an email that read "Gotcha."

Yeah, that was funny, but this current situation? Not so much.

This wasn't Morgan he was dealing with this time, it was the leader of the Behavioral Analysis Unit and his son. The two finally calmed down, Spencer cleared his throat as he shifted uncomfortably in his restraints.

"Will you takes these off now?" He asked hopefully.

"Alright, Jack, I think Dr. Reid has had enough." Hotch said as he pulled out the key.

"Wait!" Jack cried. "He has to go jail first!"

"Jail?" Reid asked, fear returning to his voice.

"Yeah! Now get moving!" The young boy said in a demanding tone. He pushed the skinny man, causing him to stumble first before regaining his balance. Hotch laughed once more as he followed them. Jack herded Spencer up the stairs and into the bathroom. He made him step inside the stand-in shower and shut the glass, pretending it was a jail cell.

"You are sentenced to... 1 minute!" Jack said finally. Spencer sighed as he shifted around again, giving an occasional weak struggle against the secured handcuffs. Hotch was still laughing when he caught up and stood by his son.

"Nice job, agent." He patted Jack on the shoulder. The small boy looked up and smiled brightly.

"Thanks boss!"

"But profilers don't take the bad guys to jail, we hand them off to other people." Aaron explained.

"Okay." Jack said. 60 seconds soon passed and he let Spencer out of the shower, Hotch freed his agent's wrists and ruffled his hair.

"You did good, Reid." He said proudly. The young genius lightened up, a faint smile forming.

"That was, ah, an interesting experience." He chuckled weakly.

Aaron looked at his watch. "Who's hungry for some lunch?" He asked.

"Macaroni and cheese!" Jack chirped. Hotch laughed.

"Okay, go wash up." Jack obeyed and went to the sink. The BAU leader made his way out the door and into the hallway. He turned around to look at the younger profiler, who had yet to move from his spot. Jack finished washing and bounded past his father and down the stairs.

"Are you coming, bad guy?" Hotch smirked before walking away, not waiting for a response.

Spencer's growing smile suddenly changed into a childish pout.

The End, possibly...