Disclaimer: Criminal Minds and all its characters belong to CBS. I own nothing. Feel free to read and review, but please don't copy.

AN- I'm so sorry for the long wait. Simply put the end of 2013 and the beginning of 2014 have not been good to me. Just last week alone we went from the bitter cold of the polar vortex on Tuesday and Wednesday to taking shelter due to a tornado warning on Saturday.

Kudos to all the readers who knew the case was based on Ed Gein, the man Norman Bates, Leatherface from Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Jame Gumb from Silence of the Lambs were based on.

Previously on Criminal Minds- Aaron slid on his heavy coat, pocketed his keys, and strode to the door. He paused and glanced over at his injured son before turning and following the others out of the room.

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Hotch, Morgan, Prentiss, and the sheriff trudged back into the police station a couple of hours later.

"Don't worry Agent Hotchner. Fred will turn up." Jake assured the BAU leader as they walked past the main desk. "He's probably out doing a job for one of the town folks. I'll have my men keep an eye out for him."

"I'd appreciate that, Sheriff. The sooner we can interview Mr. Mein, the sooner we'll be able to eliminate him as a suspect." Aaron said.

Sheriff Mendenhall nodded. "I understand." He replied, chuckling as a loud rumbling split the air. "You folks go ahead and take your lunch break. I'll call you if we find him before you get back."

"We'll just order out." Hotch countered. "There's too much to do to take a break."

"Son, this is a small town. There are no delivery places here. You wanna eat you either go to one of the few restaurants or you cook it yourself." Jake informed the group. "Go get you a bite to eat. The case will still be here when you get back."

"In that case we'll go back to the house." Aaron advised. "We still have enough food leftover to feed an army."

"Would you like us to bring you a plate back?" Emily offered.

"Thanks but I'll have to pass. My wife always brings lunch and we picnic in my office." the sheriff answered with a bright smile. "With my hours we don't get to spend a lot of time together so we take any opportunity we can to be together."

"I hear ya." Morgan said. "With jobs like ours you have to take any opportunity you can to have a little family time."

Jake's smile brightened as a petite woman entered the station carrying a picnic basket. "I'm gonna have to take my leave now folks. The love of my life just walked through the door." He announced. "Go ahead out and eat. We'll resume our search when you return."

The profilers watched as the sheriff practically skipped over to his waiting wife. It was evident to all three that the two were deeply in love with each other. They hoped the couple's love would last. With their line of work marriages had a way of falling apart. They knew that better than…the chime of the nearby church's bells jerked the three out of their thoughts. Wanting to be with their own family, the agents turned away from the couple and hurried through the station and down the hallway to their cramped quarters. As soon as they entered the room their eyes snapped to the right side where Reid had been working on his profile when they left. Seeing nothing but the boy's mat, the three quickly scanned the room looking for their youngest. But he was nowhere in sight.

"Where's Spencer?" Aaron questioned.

"JJ took him back to the house." Dave answered. "The doctor wanted him to rest."

"He was okay." Garcia assured her friends before they could panic. "His throat was just a little swollen and sore and she said he didn't need to be doing a lot of talking."

Morgan snorted. "Pretty Boy, not talk." He scoffed. "Good luck with that. I don't think the kid's gone longer than two minutes without rambling since the second month he joined the BAU."

"More like one month." Aaron corrected.

"She would have stood a better chance of keeping him silent if she had let him work." Emily said. "When he's working with evidence, he gets so engrossed in his work he's as quiet as a mouse."

"True" Rossi agreed, breaking into a grin. "Free time is a different story though. I bet he's talking JJ's ear off; probably listing all the reasons he should be allowed back at the station."

"Let's find out." Aaron suggested. He grabbed Rossi's coat off the back of the couch and tossed it to the older man. "Garcia get your coat. We're going home for lunch."

"Yes sir!" Penelope agreed. Picking up her fluffy pink parka, she slipped it on and after grabbing her pocketbook, followed the rest of the team out the door.

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"But Hooootch!"

"No talking Spencer" Aaron reminded.

Reid crossed his arms. He angrily stared at his surrogate father for a moment before turning his infamous puppy dog expression on the senior member of the group. "Wossi tell him I'm otay to wowt!" he pleaded.

"Spencer, didn't I just tell you not to talk anymore." Aaron scolded. "The doctor said you were to refrain from speaking because your throat is swollen. Now stop talking." He shook his head as the boy opened his mouth. "Not one more word young man."

Spencer glared at his boss. He had to make the man change his mind. He was fine! He could work. It wasn't like he'd be doing a lot of conversing anyway. He'd be too busy for that. He just had to make Hotch see that. And he knew just how to do it. Picking up his cup, Reid took a big swig of his milk to coat his throat so maybe his voice wouldn't be so scratchy. Then after swallowing his mouthful, the mini profiler pasted on his most woebegone expression and turned to his father. "But Ho…"

"What did I just say?" Hotch growled, leveling his scariest stern look at his son. "Do I really need to repeat myself again? Because if I do, my hand will be doing the talking."

"Uh oh Pretty Boy!" Morgan stage whispered. "You better quit while you're behind kiddo."

"Yeah or your behind's gonna be paying the price." Emily added.

Seeing her friend's lower lip begin to tremble, JJ swiftly stepped in to stop the meltdown she could see coming. "Come on Spence. It's not that bad. You and I will still be working." She assured the pouting boy. "Unless you don't like working with me. Is that it because if it is one of the others can…"

"No fat's not…" Spencer's hands flew up to his mouth. Turning wide eyes on Hotch, the little profiler swiftly signed the word sorry.

"Sorry Hotch" JJ apologized. "That was my fault."

"Yeah man, you can't bust the kid's butt for that one." Morgan commented.

Aaron nodded. "It's alright, Spencer." He said, enveloping the youngster in a one armed hug. "Just try not to slip up again. I'd like your throat to heal as quickly as possible. Christmas is only a few days away and I want you to be able to enjoy the holiday to the fullest."

"Yeah Pretty Boy, you need to rest that voice of yours for Christmas morning." Morgan told his friend. "You're gonna need it for all the screaming you'll be doing on those rides at the park."

Reid's eyes widened as his eyebrows shot up under his hairline. Swallowing his mouthful of soup, he opened his mouth…

Rossi swiftly placed a hand over the youngster's mouth. "Yes, we're going back to Disney." He stated, answering the unasked question. "Aaron filled us in on your little request and we all agree with you. Disney is the perfect place for our family Christmas celebration."

"Actually Morgan and I planned on bringing it up after the case." Prentiss informed the group. "We both wanted to go back and check out the rest of those rides."

Reid looked surprised at that revelation. He opened his mouth to question his friends but quickly shut it at the expression on Hotch's face.

"Here Sweet Pea" Garcia cooed, handing the injured agent one of the team's Ipads. "You can use this to talk with us until you're allowed to speak again. I've got it all set up for you. Just use this little stylus to write on the screen."

Nodding his head, Reid took the purple pen from the tech analyst and scribbled a note. He frowned at the screen for a moment before erasing and very slowly writing what he wanted to say. After rewriting his message several more times, the frustrated profiler huffed before reluctantly holding it up.

"You're welcome, my little Honey Bun" Penelope responded, being careful not to squee at the adorable childish scrawl on the screen.

Spencer grinned and then let out a jaw popping yawn. Fisting his eyes, he leaned against Dave, stuck his thumb in his mouth, and closed his eyes. The sleepy boy jumped as an alarm suddenly blared.

"Perfect timing" Garcia whispered. Scooping up her junior G-man, the tech analyst flounced over to the sofa bed. After settling the child in her lap, she pulled her personal laptop onto the bed and opened it.

"Hey y'all!" a voice brightly called.

A bleary eyed Reid waved at his friend.

Will's smile slipped from his lips as he took in the bruising around the youngster's neck. "What happened, kiddo?" he asked.

"Spence had a little run in with one of the cops. The officer got chewed out by his boss and for some reason or another he thought it was Spence's fault." JJ explained as she took a seat on the bed.

"Garcia set him straight though." Morgan proudly stated. "Baby Girl beat the crap outta that guy."

Will smirked. "Let me guess. She used that big, ole pocketbook of hers."

"Yep" Derek replied.

Will threw back his head and laughed. "I, I wish I could've seen that!" he sniggered.

"Yeah, it was…"

"Ummm guys" Garcia broke in, gesturing to the boy on her lap who was fighting a losing battle with the sandman.

The two men quickly focused their attention back on the youngest member of their family.

"Hey Spencer" Will called. He smiled as the boy lifted his head and sleepily blinked at the screen. "A little birdie told me you were wanting to hear your train song last night. Seeing as how I'm here, we could sing it now. Would you like that?"

Reid vigorously nodded.

"You've got it buddy." Will softly said.

The four men waited for the little boy to get settled in bed and then began.

"Old toy trains" Dave sang.

"Little toy tracks" Will added.

Morgan came in next. "Little boy toys"

"Coming from a sack" Aaron chimed in.

Spencer snuggled his Ewok to his chest, closed his eyes, and let the soothing sound of his family's singing lull him to sleep.