Please don't kill me! I've been busy with doing my sister's college biology! I'm updating today, and I'm sure you'll love it!

Shout Outs!

P95000: Agreed 100%. I'd like to take a 9 iron to her head! And, we all know Strauss would! She's STRAUSS! And, there are definate dangers to being out in the field!

ItsColdOutside: Does this update count as a little cuddling? I promise I will definately have more cuddling, and fluffiness! Children deserve hugs, do they not? Especially, Hotch. Your wish has been granted. I posted a link on my profile of a picture I found of Thomas Gibson as a child. And, doesn't he kinda look like Rossi? Or is it just me? Ah, yes. It probably was Cheif Strauss. Thanks, love.

judithya88: Trust me dove, you'll find out how Aaron knows! . And, probably not! Oh, and Garcia will definately go overboard. (evil cackle)

Hotch fan: I'm glad you love it, dearie! Your wish is my command! And, if you mean am I going to go into Hotch's (modified) childhood? Yes, love, yes! I certainly will!

Disclaimer: Hotch and Rossi are so darn delectable, and so darn good looking! :D Too bad I don't own em'...

It was another one of those hard cases that hit you like a punch to the gut. This one had involved the kidnapping of 8 year old boys by a 40 year old man known as Hugh Barker. He would take them during school let-out, when no one would be suspicious of a man waiting outside an elementary in Rockfish, fool the children into thinking he was a friend of their parents, and then take them to his home miles away in Morgantown. They would be badly beaten and dumped somewhere in a close vicinity of his home. Luckily I was allowed to accompany the team on this case, even though was a fair drive from Quantico.

But some part of me, even though I was supervisory agent, couldn't help but wish I hadn't. I guessed in this child body things that normally wouldn't even make me flinch had a much different and rather unwanted affect. When I'd seen the pictures of the 11 boys this man had laid his hands, on I wanted to cry. It made my stomach clench, and my body tremble. With the others in the room I did my best to subdue my new emotions, but of course I couldn't rein control of my reactions. I had resorted to retreating to the bathroom, claiming 'I had to go.' And, being a kid, I did usually have to use the latrine, a lot. But alas they knew the real reason. I could see it in their eyes, especially Rossi's.

I sat in a stall of the Morgantown P.D., my head dropped in my hands. Sadly, I couldn't get up onto the toilet without touching the seat, so I resorted to sitting with my back to the wall. I thought if I just took a few minutes to myself, took a few good deep breaths, I could calm myself enough to maybe go back in there. I was wrong. I had begun crying instantly. Man, I hated my impulses.

I heard the bathroom door open, and knew Rossi had come in. I didn't have to even look up to do that, I just knew. It was something else that came with this new body of mine, a sixth sense. He stopped in front of my stall, sighed, and opened the unlocked door. I looked up at him.

"Aaron, should've told me where you were going, you know that we're trying to keep your presence to the other cops here a on the down low?"

"Well, it isn't like anybody saw me. And that won't work for long."

He let out a breath. "I know." He cocked his head and smiled sadly. "Ya, know I'm always here for you, Aaron. The whole team is, but especially me." He knelt down and opened his arms. I looked at him quizzically before I understood what he was implying. He wanted me to hug him. Now, I wasn't a huggy person, and anyone who knew me, knew that aspect about me. Of course I hugged Hayley and Jack, but that of course was different. But something, and I had no idea what, made me stand up and go to hug him. Maybe it was impulses, maybe it was because I actually needed it, and maybe it was partially because I wanted it, but I hugged him, tightly.

It as warm and inviting, like a nice bed with cushy covers and fluffy pillows. And yet it was firm, like a promise that he'd always be there for me. I had begun to cry yet again, and the hand on my back went to rub gentle circles as he hummed an Old Italian lullaby. Of course being around Rossi, you tend to pick a bit of the Italian language, and what I could make out of the song involved the words, 'I love you.'

Of course to something that implied this I would usually brush it off with a subject change, or a nod and then a subject change. But this time I didn't say or do anything at all, because love was a four letter word easier said than done. I've been told 'I love you' by many people throughout my lifetime, but I know they never truly meant it. I've had many them, family or friends, that'll say they love you, but really they don't. It's just something to say to make think they care for you, when in the end, they wind up leaving you. And that's what hurts the most. When you think they care, and in reality, they couldn't give a rat's butt about you. But of course I knew Jack loved me, and Hayley said she did, but she was just like all the rest.

"Va tutto bene,Aaron. Sono qui. Io sonosempre qui. It's okay, Aaron. I'm here. I'm always here," Rossi deep, alto voice rumbled through his body, and it brought a sort of comforting feeling to me. And the warmth from his arms was lulling, soothing, serene. I felt my eyelids grow heavy with the comings of sleep, and sighed. There was a rush of air as I assumed Rossi stood up. He ruffled my hair, and I felt something pricky as something warm pressed against my forehead.

As I my eyes closed for the last time I just heard Rossi repeat the words;

"Ti amo, Aaron. Ti amo."

Criminal Minds

I had awoken to find my self laying on something soft, warm, and...breathing? When I opened my eyes and looked up I found Rossi staring back at me. He smiled that smile that always made me want to grin back at him, and not just because it seemed polite. I rubbed my eyes and looked ahead of me to realize we were heading into what looked like a hotel, and again realized he was carrying me. I wanted to protest but the glint in Dave's eye told me it was better not to.

"So, glad you've finally decided to join us, bossman," it was Morgan who I hadn't noticed was behind us. With him was Reid, JJ, and Emily. "I thought you musta hit your head in the bathroom you slept so long!"

I squinted and looked up at Dave, trying to hide the embarrasment I felt knowing that team saw him carrying me. "How long was I out, Dave?"

"About...I dunno..."

"Seven hours," Reid supplied from between Morgan, JJ, and Emily. He blushed a little when Morgan ruffled his hair and chided about him 'remembering everything.'

"But you needed it. You've had a rough day." Dave said, nodding.

"No, I needed to stay awake and help catch this guy."

"Aaron, you'd done enough today. And besides, there wasn't really anything that could be done anyways." His tone left no room for argument, which I realized it had a lot lately. "Trust me, Aaron."

He seemed sincere, but looks are always decieving. I averted my eyes as we made into the lobby of the Days Inn from the near sweltering Virginia heat. Rossi claimed the keys to the room from the cocky, prepubesent kid at the desk who claimed that Rossi seemed too old to be a father. That, and I looked nothing like him.

I decided to get back at him before the rest of the team who stood the side could. I pointed my finger at him, put on my best innocent look (which I learned from Jack), and said;

"Daddy, jerk." My choice of words took the kid aback. He silently handed Rossi the cards. The rest of the team was laughing aloud. I even heard Reid let out an awkward chuckle of his own. I couldn't let him insult both of us like that and get away scott free.

Dave responded, "yes son, jerk. Let's hope you don't turn out like this poor kid, Aaron."

I made sure to nod vigorously and give him a big, spitty rasberry when Rossi turned to head up to our room. Oh, that definately had brightened my day.

"Hotch, man. You really got him good there. I didn't know you had it in you," Morgan laughed again.

"Well, Derek, there a lot of things you don't know about me." I smiled secretivley at him over David's shoulder before saying my goodnight to the team. We retreated to our rooms in search of sleep we knew we probably wouldn't get.

It was a plain room, with off white walls and dark green patterned carpet. There was a television, fridge, desk and chair. And of course, one, queen sized bed. The fact that it looked inviting overrode the fact that I had to share it with Rossi. Cutbacks, he'd claimed. But it probably had more to do with the fact I was too small to need my own bed now.

I yawned as he set my go-bag on the bed beside me. I needed a shower, I knew because I hadn't had one since the day before yesterday. It seemed Rossi read my mind because he said;

"Come on, Aaron. You need a bath."

It didn't end well. I tried to wash myslef but of course he had to get the places I couldn't. And of course my fingers couldn't wash was my hair the way I wanted either, that was all thanks to my coordination.

Freshly bathed and in red flannel pajamas, I lay beside Rossi who was doing both our paper work, even though I insisted I could do it myself. He said I was tired, and that my inability to write like I used to would make my handwriting even sloppier. Of course he'd said it nicely, he wasn't one to purposely hurt someone's feelings. So, I resorted to watching some Disney Channel show called "The Suit Life of Zack and Cody." From what I could tell it was about some kids who lived in a hotel.I even found myself chuckling when the twin called Cody came waddling into the hotel lobby in nearly a half dozen winter coats, only to fall face flat on the ground.

I rolled over as I show began to bore me and thought about Jack. And then I thought about how he was supposed to come for a couple of weeks for a visit. All those thoughts vanished when I felt Rossi's hand descend on my back to begin rubing his fingernails gently up and down my back. I remembered the many times I'd done this to Jack to get him to sleep. And then he started to hum.

I curled into a fetal position, tucking my arms under my legs. Before I drifted off I heard Rossi whisper;

"Ti amo, piccolo. I love you, little one."

I didn't know if I could ever trust he meant it.