"I want to take a little side trip on our way to the airport," Morgan told Rossi and JJ as he started the SUV. "I've already told Hotch we will be a couple of minutes late."
It wasn't long before they were cruising the streets of the aborted subdivision project near the area of the reported UFO sightings.
"Here?" Rossi questioned as Morgan maneuvered the vehicle to a stop in front of a non-descript two-story house.
"Yeah, this is the place," Morgan observed as he got out of the SUV and walked down the driveway towards the garage, stepping around a pile of mountain bikes that had been discarded in the middle of the drive. A smirking Rossi and a puzzled JJ followed close behind him.
Once he reached the garage, Morgan looked at the partially raised door and then lifted it the rest of the way open. Inside were two teenage boys and a girl who looked up at him, surprised.
"Okay, Kids," he told them. "Enough is enough. You have had your fun watching the adults running around looking for UFOs, but it is time to stop. The sheriff's people need to go back to dealing with criminals and solving crimes."
All three gave him innocent looks but Morgan continued glaring at them.
"I know all about the kites – with the attached LED lights," he told them. "Now, unless you want to be grounded for the rest of your lives, you will stop creating fake UFOs by flying them on foggy nights!"
"How?" one of the boys asked.
"Didn't take much," Morgan smiled. "Although, I must admit, you had some pretty large intellects puzzled. But, as I said, the game has got to stop!"
"And, if we don't?" the girl asked belligerently.
"Well," Morgan looked slowly around at the kids. "To start with, how would you like to spend hours and hours and hours talking to the authorities? Then, you would probably end up being sent to and spending time in a youth facility. And, when you finally got out of there, you would have all your computer gaming privileges cut off, permanently - And, I mean for the rest of your lives."
The three exchanged looks. "I think he means it," one of the boys commented.
Morgan was smiling to himself as he led the way back to the SUV.
"Makes me wonder whether I made a wise decision in buying that children's science kit for Henry," JJ whispered to Rossi. "I certainly hope he don't get any ideas from it!"
A short time later, as the team stood waiting in the terminal, Hotch's phone buzzed. After checking the screen he answered, "Garcia?" He listened for a moment, "Okay, let me put this on speaker."
"I hate to bother you when you are thinking warm, fussy thoughts of home," Garcia's voice came through the speaker. "However, I am streaming something through to your tablets that I think you need to see."
Morgan already had his tablet out and he quickly turned it on. The first thing that appeared on the screen appeared to be the end of a news conference of some sort. Dr. Hayward was standing in front of some microphones saying, "And I think I can definitely say that this may very well be the first possible sighting of beings from another planet."
"Well, that is a definite 'Maybe'," Rossi commented dryly.
"I would also like to take this opportunity to acknowledge the able assistance I have received from numerous government agencies in this investigation," the scientist continued. "Specifically, several agents from the FBI have been particularly helpful – "
Morgan clicked the screen off.
"What are you going to do?" JJ asked Morgan.
"I'll wait a couple of days and see what happens," Morgan decided. "Then, if no one comes forward, I may have to – Well, I don't know. It may be entertaining to see what develops!" He smiled as he pushed a button on his cell phone.
"Hello, Baby Girl," he chortled into it. "Can I count on you to keep an eye on something for me?"