Hello, my loves, I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday but highschool homework has kept me busy! I will try to get back into the grove of regular updating! :D

Shout outs to ma' peeps!

P95000: Agreed, I don't think Hotch would have reacted well to being carried to a car, I mean, it being such a public place and all. And, yes, I felt I had to show a little bit of Rossi's more maternal side. I mean hey, he's Italian right? Also, yes, I felt Reid was quite sensitive to yelling and tense situations, even moreso than the show let on. Come on, he's Reid! As for the clothes, who else but JJ and Garcia would get him any? Though I haven't written it yet Garcia will be getting him some as well.

CMFAN2009: As do I, my felllow reader. I know right? Spencer does see him as a model and it would be quite perturbing to see him as a child now. And, your wish has been granted.

Judithya88: Yes so have I. I've been looking, searching high and low for one and haven't found one either. So, I thought I'd write my own. I'm really glad you're enjoying it!

Guest: As do a lot of other of my faithful readers. And you shall in the upcoming chapters!

Hotch fan: Yes, IKR? It's finally arrived, so continue reading and reviewing!

Anyway, on with the story my pets!

When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change
ourselves. ~Victor Frankl

I could hear him coming up the stairs, and by the way he was muttering in Italian it was obvious he meant business. That was one of Dave's characteristics that made it easy to identify his mood. I had to admit I was getting rather nervous when his footsteps got heavier and louder. I gulped. This probably wouldn't end well.

Creaaakk…

The door swung open with the whine of rusty hinges and Rossi stood in the threshold. He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow. I imagined it was the look I got when I had to scold Jack after doing something unacceptable. I don't know why but the look he was giving me made me want to hide somewhere.

"We need to talk." He stated firmly, his foot tapping on the oak floor. "Though I understand that this situation isn't the best one to be in right now Aaron, it doesn't give you a right to take out your anger on someone else when clearly it isn't their fault."

I squinted at Rossi about to retaliate. I opened and closed my mouth. I had nothing to say so I just glared.

"Morgan was just trying to help and so was Reid. Hotch, you had the poor kid shaking."

"I know they were trying to help, Dave. But they weren't. I'm not okay! Nothing about me right now is okay!" I hated this darn lisp in my voice; Rossi I could tell was trying hard not to laugh. "And you heard the way he was talking to me! As if he was trying to explain to some adolescent! I'm not an adolescent!"

"Yeah, and they know that. But you look like one. If you actually saw you right now, it'd be kind of hard to tell you're a middle-aged man."

"How can it be hard to tell when you know exactly who I am? Tell me, Rossi?!" I looked down at my clothing in utter disgust. "You dressed me in a darn Spiderman outfit! You think I like to look down at myself and see these on me! It's like one day you're an adult and the next thing you know, you look in a mirror and everything you knew was gone!" I couldn't help the tears that burned in my eyelids, nor could I help it when they flew down my cheeks. Why was I crying!? I don't cry! I never cry! Crying is weakness!

"Now, Aaron. I understand how fee…"

I cut him off. "No you don't understand, Rossi! Everyone always thinks they understand but they don't! You will never understand unless it happens to you!"

"Aaron, don't you talk to me like that."

"I'm your boss, Rossi! In case you've forgotten!"

"And right now, Aaron, I'm yours!"

"Get out," I stopped yelling and said in a dangerously low whisper.

"Aaron…"

"Get out!" I screamed.

I looked up from where I sat with my arms crossed on the bed. I saw what looked like hurt flash across his features before he nodded silently and closed the door as he left. I sighed. I felt bad at how I shouted at him when he was only trying to help, but I couldn't control my childish impulses in this body I now possessed.

As soon as Dave had stepped out of that door I felt like the biggest jerk in the world. I hadn't meant to yell, I just didn't feel I could get him to listen to me any other way. He was stubborn just like I was and we both had a hard time hearing things when we were angry. I sighed yet again. This day was not going well, and I guessed if I had cooperated it could have gone better.

I cocked my head and checked the time, 6:30. I had been at Rossi's for nearly 11 hours now and already we weren't speaking to each other. I suppose that told you how good of a housemate I was. I dropped my arms to my sides and pushed off of the bed, landing with a plop on the ground. Unfortunately it was on my backside that had gotten the impact instead of my feet. Stupid coordination…

I opened the door and made it to the stairs when I smelled this…smell. It was an amazingly good aroma that obviously appealed to my stomach because it emitted a large growl. I quickly clutched at my belly, hoping Rossi hadn't heard the sound. But knowing the man he probably heard just about every minute sound living in such solitude. I grabbed the railing and attempted to descend the steps.

I made it only slipping up a total of three times. I'd have to work on that, because I didn't want Rossi carrying me at all. I walked, or more liked waddled through the living room and into the kitchen. As I got nearer I could tell that Rossi was making my favorite, three cheese lasagna. We'd had a get together over at Morgan's new place in the outskirts of Quantico, and this is what Dave had brought as contribution to our little form of a potluck. I'd never had lasagna before, well at least not as good as Rossi's, and it quickly became my favorite dish. And I guess he sensed that because he left me a hefty Tupperware container full of it on my desk the next day. I think he was trying to fatten me up, he always said how I looked like I never ate. In truth I barely did. Now that Hayley was gone and took Jack with her I didn't eat much at all. My stomach grumbled as I finally made it to the kitchen. I vaguely remembered skipping breakfast and lunch today.

It seemed like it took ages for me to finally make it into what looked like a chef's cookery. The maze of dark oak corridors was nothing compared to this place. The walls were a lighter type of wood that I couldn't put a name on and the floor was the same color, but this place was enormous. It reminded me of something you'd see on television, not that I watched very much, and when I did my selection was limited. The cabinets that were tan in color seemed to be built into the walls; their contents seemed to be endless varieties of spices. The counters that were the same color had dark granite tops; there was your usual dishwasher and sink built into them as well. The things that were on the counter ranged from cookbooks, to decorative bottles, to a large assortment of cooking knives. Let's just say I hoped I didn't get him angry enough to use one of those. And there was an island where Rossi was busy cooking behind. The table wasn't just a regular table, it had a built in stove that seemed to stretch forever. It amazed me it still had a fairly large amount of space left to eat. And before that were four black chairs and a throw rug. Rossi and his throw rugs…

"Well, hello Aaron." Rossi looked up from the pot he was stirring on the stove to me. I was surprised when he had a smile on his face. If I were him I'd probably still be fuming, had our roles been reversed. "I hope you're hungry, I've made your favorite, lasagna. I have also made green beans, and my famous garlic bread." He bent over to open what I assumed was the oven and proceeded to pull out a glass dish filled to the brim with cheesy lasagna and a pan with a large loaf of steaming garlic bread. My stomach roared yet again. I was nearly famished.

I decided to address him in apology. I hoped he would forgive me, because I'd seen that look on Rossi's face a million times before. He may have seemed like everything was okay right now, but he was just building is anger inside for later, when he'd take it out on me. My step father had done the exact same thing. Though only my younger brother Shaun and sister Lauren knew about it. I shook my head to rid myself of the impending memory. My past hadn't been brought up since the day I left home, but now that I was with Rossi, I feared it'd happen a lot more then I liked to anticipate.

"I'm sorry, Dave. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I just, I don't know why I get so angry?" I squinted in contemplation just as Rossi chuckled a deep genuine chuckle.

"Ah, il mio piccolo, you're a child now are you not? And as we both know, children tend to have less control of their emotions. It's only natural." He took out a knife and began to methodically cut the lasagna into large squares. The last square he cut was at least half the others size. He then went to the garlic bread.

And suddenly a thought occured to me.

We had work tomorrow.

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