"Rossi, your office…now," Emily commanded as she headed up to his office, never even glancing in his direction as he hovered in the bullpen.

Glancing at Reid, who looked fearful, David Rossi just shrugged. Then launching himself off the desk he'd been leaning on, he headed up to his office.

"Emily?" he asked as he eased through his office door, closing it behind him.

"Just got a call from the school," she snapped hotly. "Your son is suspended."

"Suspended?" he asked warily. His mind was fumbling. "Can kindergarteners even get suspended? And which son?"

"Joey, of course…the one that takes after his father the most."

"What did he do?" Dave asked, still in a state of disbelief.

"More like what didn't he do," Emily growled. "You know that cute little girl that always has her hair in pigtails?"

"Um…Emily, I haven't really paid much attention to girls in pigtails fro a long time."

The little blonde, LeAnn. You know, the one that he was next to in the class picture?"

"Oh….her…she is son knows how to pick 'em."

"Yeah, and he convinced his brother to help him. The two of them sat on either side of her this morning at gathering time and took turns tugging on her pigtails. Then Joey kept following her all morning. Where ever she went, he was right there. And when she was trying to do her lesson, he kept picking at her."

"Hey, the little guy likes her."

"Yeah, but one of the other boys decided to come to her defense."

"Uh-oh," Dave muttered.

"Yeah, uh-oh. Seems Joey was paying attention when you were watching that boxing match on tv the other night. Mrs. Adams says it is the best right cross she's ever seen from a five year old."

"So that's why he is suspended? Sounds like the other boy started it."

No, after Mrs. Adams cleaned up the other boy's bloody nose…and we have to pay for his trip to the doctor by the way… she put both boys in time out while she called the mothers."

"So what's the problem then?"

"Joey got out of his chair, went over to LeAnn, swatted her bottom and kissed her on the cheek."

"Hey, the little man has some moves," Dave said proudly.

"Yeah, then he leaned over to her, pinched her where one day she'll have boobs, and asked her if she wanted to play."

"Uh-oh," Dave responded.

"Yeah, uh-oh." Emily was steaming and Dave knew it wasn't the good kind either. "Wonder where he got that from?" She glared at him.

"Um, yeah…too much tv," Dave said sagely.

"TV my ass," Emily shot back. "He saw you with me in the kitchen the other night. I told you we needed to be more discreet; the kids are getting older, noticing things."

"Hey, that's how they became kids in the first place, me asking you to play," Dave replied with twinkling eyes.

"Right. Well, unless you want to be called Grandpa before your son gets out of middle school you're going to have to curb some of your antics."

"Alright, I get it. But having kids sure takes the fun out of things. At this rate, I'm going to feel as old as a grandpa soon."

"Awww, poor baby," Emily teased. "Tell you what," she offered, "talk to your son and straighten him out and behave yourself in front of the kids and I'll make sure to be especially naughty when they aren't around."

Dave looked into his wife's sparkling mirth filled eyes and grinned. "Now that's a deal I can live with."

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