KarBelikov, you made me smile.

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"Ok, Cute guy that doesn't smile, I'm just saying, he's my family, he was in trouble, I was the ONLY bet for getting him out safe, no one got hurt, and we got the unsub. If you want to try to take me to court or whatever for saving the only biological family member I can count on, bring it. I'm just letting you know, it will not end well for you. I'm not trying to threaten you; I'm just saying the truth." "Puck" shrugged from his seat in Hotch's office.

He was very happy about what he was wearing; it gave him more confidence than he would normally have.

He had on a white t-shirt that had a British flag on it, and said "Bloody Hell, we're buggered now". Skinny jeans that had a British flag on the right hip and Airwalks high tops with a British flag on them… Then came his accessories.

He had been VERY inspired by the book his dear cousin had read the night before.

All of it… was Sherlock Holmes. He had on a necklace that had a British flag in the back and said "Sherlocked", a necklace he wrapped around his writs to make it into a bracelet that said "I am an omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles", a gold metal bracelet with hard to read words on it that came from The Hound Of Baskerville, earrings that said "The game is afoot!" and "Come Watson, come!", a pin that said "221B", a patch on the left knee of his jeans that had a pair of Angel wings with "On the side of the angels… but not one of them" written over top of them, a little Christmas looking ornament things hanging off his shirt that had a gold bow tied to it, a little violin hanging off of it, and little sentences from the book clues all over the silver ball part of it. Then… were his nails. He had white as the background cover and silhouettes of different Sherlockian things on each finger.

He didn't even care that his scars were showing, he had decided not to be ashamed of them.

"I'm not trying to make this hard on you Spencer; I just want you to acknowledge that what you did was wrong." The adult sighed.

"It was not. What would you do if an unsub had Jack? You would have run in there kamikaze style and tore down everything that dared got in your way."

"That's different."

"How?"

"First of all, Jack is my son, not my cousin."

"Spencer is closer to being a dad to me than a cousin. My dad was a shit father; he gave up on me after only a few years. Spencer has stuck by me, through EVERYTHING. So don't you dare tell me that your connection to Jack is greater than my connection to Spencer." The teen got very animate when it came to talking about his family.

The elder made a mental note to not bring it up much in the future.

"I wasn't implying that-"

"It sure as fuck sounded like you were. So if you weren't implying that you and your son are stronger than my cousin and I, what exactly were you trying to say?"

The team leader got quiet for a few moments, not exactly knowing how to respond to that without making it worse. Silently he cursed himself for sinking into this wormhole. Aaron wished he had been diffusing a bomb instead of trying to go procedurally around a young teenager that didn't see what he had done wrong.

Finally, the legal adult decided not to answer that question at all.

"And second, I am an FBI agent."

"So? That means you get to legally carry a gun and can wave your guns in order to get into a person's house. That does not mean you are always the best equipped to handle the situation."

"And you think you were?" Aaron asked, leaning against his desk, actually quite curious to see what the youth would say to that.

"Absolutely. I will explain it in depth if you so want me to, Agent Hotchner." The prostitute told him, a slight glare coming over his eyes.

"Please do. I really want to hear this." Hotch rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms.

"Your unsub was going after male prostitutes, aged fourteen to nineteen. They all fit the same body type, The exact same one that both my cousin, and I have. The unsub knew immediately from looking at me that I was a male prostitute that was between thosre two ages. He knew that from my body type, and my stance. If anyone other than me or Spencer had tried it, it would not have worked, because they were not his type. The only way to get ym cousin out safely was to distract the Unsub enough that he'd get rid of his weapon, and then get him down to the ground. Let me repeat myself, Me and my cousin were the only two that could have pulled the distraction off. And since Spencer was not able to at that moment, it was thrown to me. So I did what was necessary in order to get the only person I happily call my family out of there unscathed. Please, Agent Hotchner, tell me what part of that is illogical in any way?"

Young Spencer looked at him in all seriousness, honestly questioning the adult to find something wrong with the way he had viewed things.

It took about twenty minutes for Aaron to respond. He knew he had been beat, but he handled it like a man.

"This will not be brought to anyone's attention. You may go back to Garcia's office. Thank you for your time Spencer."

"No problem, Cute guy that doesn't smile. Have a great rest of the day." The youth smiled, instantly happy again at the prospect of being the winner in their combative verbal boxing match.

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I know it's a bit shorter than what you all are used to, but I like how it played out, so I ended this chapter there.

Link to outfit on my profile. (Thanks toKarBelikov for the idea of what to make "Puck" wear)

Oh, and…

HAPPY ALMOST THANKSGIVING!