Hey ya'll! I'm back with another chapter! I've had some of this story typed up! It's been particularly easy to post these first to chapters because of my friend called the "paste" button! :D I hope you all will enjoy this most splendid update! 'Kay I don't think that made a whole lot of sense...

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ItsColdOutside: I know right? I've been looking around a lot for a de-aged Aaron Hotchner story, and since I couldn't find one I decided to create on myself! And I'm very, very glad that you love it!

CMFAN2009: Ohmygosh! Seriously?! I think I actually watched one of those episodes but my incredibly tortise-like brain forgot to think of it! Thanks for the info, and I have updated the first chapter so it'll make sense. And anyway, I wanted to change it a little anyway! Thanks again!

P95000: Totally agreed. I thought so too? I always thought if something like this happened to Hotch that Rossi would step up to take him in. I don't know about you, but I saw some father/son action going on in a few CM eps. While I can't name them exactly, I know I've seen it. And, I like what he's wearing too! I'm a huge Spiderman fan! :D

P.S. Make sure you guys reread chapter one so you can understand! I recommend reading the author's note basically to understand!

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A man is about as big as the things that make him angry. ~ Winston Churchill

Anyone would say that Aaron Hotchner was a stubborn man, but as a child, he was even worse. We had to wait till 8:00 a.m. to get discharged. The doctor wasn't in that late and his "concussion" needed to be monitored. This only made the man turned child even more upset. He refused to go back to sleep, and when he finally did, it was against his will. But thankfully it was long enough for me to be able to carry him out to the car without a rant of how he was old enough to walk to the car himself and not need to be carried. It surprised me that he even stayed asleep long enough for me to drive all the way to my cabin just outside of Jefferson County. It was quite a large mansion-like cottage situated in the woods that sloped upward into the beginnings of the Blue Ridge Mountains. It's like a vacation from home, and home being work.

"R...Rossi? Wh-where are we?" Unfortunately he didn't stay asleep long enough for me to take him into the house.

"Home, for a little while at least." Hopefully, I added under my breath. I opened the door of the BAU's SUV and hopped out. I rounded the car and opened the backseat door. While I knew it was unsafe, I didn't have children so I didn't own a car seat. "Now, you can either walk, or make it easier on both of us and let me carry you. The stairs would kind of be a hassle for you right now."

I could see the conflict behind the eyes of a child that really belonged to a man. Hotch was a really private and independent person, used to doing things for himself. He wasn't privy to change. So, allowing me to carry him was something that probably upset him on many, many levels. I was surprised when he just silently nodded.

I placed my hands under his arms and lifted him up easily, settling him on my hip. I looked at him but he glanced everywhere but at me. I sighed. Somehow, I thought that these next few days or so would be difficult. But somehow I thought we'd make it through. And besides, I had the team to help me out.

It was quiet except for the chirping of a few birds in the distance and a rustle of bushes signaling a rabbit or a weasel scurrying a few feet away. Peaceful as always. I sauntered up the oak steps and into the spacious living area. It was oak just as the rest of the house with an evergreen throw rug covering the part occupied by furniture, the rest of the floor was polished wood. The only things in the room were a black leather couch, matching chair, and mahogany coffee table. A few overflowing work files littered the table. A side table sat between both pieces of furniture with a single lamp. About five feet away from the furniture was a flat screen Samsung TV.

"Can I get down please, Rossi?" Hotch had finally spoken it seemed after he examined the place. It was barely a whisper and I had to strain to hear him. I complied and gently set my now miniaturized boss down. He just stood there with his hands in his pockets, still looking around.

"Well, home sweet home."

His gaze fell on me before quickly going to back to the contents of the room. Finally he said;

"It's nice."

"Well, thank you, Aaron," I smiled kindly down at the boy. I could sense he was uncomfortable from the way he again looked anywhere but at me. That was one of the things he would do to avoid showing much emotion toward any particular situation. "Why don't I show you where you'll be sleeping, huh?"

"Sure." I began to walk toward the stairs, as I heard his footsteps behind me. I couldn't help but smile again at how light his steps now were. And then frown at the steep and slippery oak steps before me.

"Aaron…"

"I can do this, Rossi. There is a railing. I can steady myself with that." I wasn't about to argue, so I began up the steps, peeking over my shoulder at Aaron every few seconds to make sure he was okay. A few seconds later I heard a shout and then heard a toppling.

And finally I a low wimpering.

I sprinted back down to the boy who was crumpled in a heap, holding his head.

"Ah, piccolo, are you okay?" I knelt down and picked Aaron up from his heap on the floor. I lifted him and held him to my chest, letting him cry into my shoulder. "It's alright. Ssh…you're okay now. It's alright." I began to hum a little and his moans subsided into silence. "You okay now?"

Aaron had a solemn look on his face, as if it were a crime to even breath after hurting himself. I couldn't understand why he was the way he was, but most things about the unit chief were beyond even all the teams understanding. Everyone tried at least a little to comprehend the mystery that was Aaron Hotchner, but no one succeeded.

He finally nodded.

"I'll just…carry you, okay?" He hadn't said anything, and frankly I didn't expect him to. His dark eyes flitted quickly to the floor as if he could burn a hole in it if he glared hard enough. Poor guy.

I continued up the steps and turned down the long hall. I walked down the practically empty corridor with nothing but two hall tables separating the three bedrooms on the right side of the floor. In all there were 5 rooms, not including the bathrooms. There were 3 bathrooms, one downstairs and two up.

I opened the door closest to the first bathroom and silently set Aaron down. It wasn't accustomed to house a 3 year old exactly, but for now until I could get him some things it would have to do. The first thing on my list would have to be a step stool for toddlers.

It again was oak floored with a single maroon carpet beneath the bed covered in a matching quilt. There was a dresser against the far wall before it. Next to the bed was a bed stand containing a lamp and a paperback copy of The Count of Monte Christo. The window to far left of the bed was a rather large one, overlooking the beginning forest of the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia.

"Well, here's where you're staying. I know it isn't much, but, ya know. You can make yourself at home."

"Thanks," Aaron mumbled. There was a rapping downstairs on the door. I figured it was either Morgan or JJ.

"Aaron…"

"I can stay here while you get that, Dave. I'm fine. I won't hurt myself again."

His answer was kind of curt and his eyes dark serious, but I decided to address him later about it. I also sensed some self-degradation. I felt pity for the child.

I clomped down the stairs as the knocking grew more insistent. Definitely Morgan. When I got closer I heard the soft and yet higher in pitch voice of Reid telling Derrick that he shouldn't knock so hard because it was a possibility that Hotch could've been sleeping.

"Hello boys," I opened to door to them both. Morgan was in casual clothes, and Reid, casual-er clothes. "I don't know if he's up to any visitors right now."

"We brought him some more clothes from JJ," replied the older of the two. He produced the bag from beside him. "She said these should fit him."

"Thanks, you can come in I guess. Just try not to mention anything about the situation." I ushered them in, closing the door behind them. The boys shuffled quietly into the den in search of Hotch.

"He's upstairs, boys. But I don't suggest trying to get him to come down. Let him when he's ready." Reid nodded while Morgan continued to stare up the stairwell.

And then as if on cue Hotch came into view at the top of the stair balcony. His eyes were squinted into slits, his pale face stoic, and his hands clenched into little fists at his waist. I could tell his childlike hormones were going haywire. It was only a matter of time until he exploded, and I could tell by the way Spencer gulped and stepped back he sensed and was preparing for it as well.

"Hello, Morgan, Reid," he said this calmly, his eyes still squinted but his hands unclenched. "I presume you've just gotten back from interviewing Rayners."

Morgan nodded. "Yeah, we did actually. He confessed although it wasn't as if he had any choice." He was calm as well. "Are you okay?"

Oh, Derrick. That was the most horrible question you could ever have asked him at the moment. I could sense Reid's apprehension coming off him in waves. He really wanted out of this room, and I didn't blame the kid.

It surprised me when he hadn't yelled. But he was angry.

He chuckled bitterly, "do I look okay, Morgan?" His voice was a dangerously low hiss. "Because I don't think a 43 year old man should be in a 3 year olds body. I don't think that's okay at all."

"Look, I'm sorry, Hotch. I didn't mean to upset you." Morgan was trying to diffuse the situation though he wasn't helping much, and the fact that Hotch had a lisp seemed to make Derrick hold back a laugh. "It was just a question. Now, why don't you come down here so we can talk?"

Another dry, cynical chortle, "you think I'm going to come down there just so you can talk to me like I have no idea what the heck you're talking about? I don't think so!" There was an extremely sarcastic and extremely condescending smile on his face. I never in my life thought I could see such an expression a child's face. But this wasn't just any normal child, this was Aaron Hotchner, the man who was famous for is infamous stoniness.

And just like that, he turned and stomped down the hall, a slam sounding a few seconds after. I didn't think he'd be coming out anytime soon.

I heard Reid sigh and then saw him physically relax a bit, though he was still tense. Morgan just lowered and shook his head repeatedly. I knew both of them had a different view on the situation, just as I did, but the extreme difference in our views wasn't going to help Aaron much.

"Well, that did not end well." Derrick sighed and rubbed a hand over his bald head. "You think he'll ever come out of there?"

"Not for a while," I responded with a release of air.

"It's this whole situation that's got him edgy, that and his now childlike hormones. They've got his emotions crazy." I looked to Reid who slowly put his hands into his pockets, his long fingers curled beneath the denim fabric. "He's not happy about this as you can see, and I doubt he'll just come out and embrace this…this…"

"Predicament?" Spencer supplied helpfully, his eyes wide and seeking approval. I smiled kindly reaching over to pat his shoulder as I chuckled.

"Yeah, Reid, predicament," I looked to Derrick, "make sure that Garcia doesn't get anything too extravagant for Aaron to wear. He doesn't like what he has on now. And…tell her to tone her flamboyant-ness down a little."

"The correct term is flamboyancy," Spencer interjected innocently, his honey colored eyes sparkling.

Derrick looked at him in an annoyed fashion.

"Err…never mind." I ruffled his hair while sending Morgan a look of my own. Spencer nervously crossed his arms and smiled quickly before looking down.

"Well, I think it's getting late and you two should head home. A certain someone and I need to have a talk." I looked to Morgan before taking my hand off Spencer's shoulder and leading them toward the door.

"Okay, come on Reid, you can help me finish some paperwork." Derrick smiled as the kid rolled his eyes. I could tell by the smirk on Morgan's face that the poor kid was in for a long night.

But so was I.

I shut the door as they left.

"Okay, Hotch. Let's do this."

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