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Surprises
0 ReviewsAbout a month after Famiy Matters, Hotch wakes up to find his son keeping him prisoner in his room. Sequel to Family Matters .
Surprises
BY ROSSELLA1
Betad by kisaitaluvr
Note: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of its characters. This is a short sequel to Family Matters. I know Kisaitaluvr is already doing one and this in no way is meant to negate her version of it. This is just like an alternate path type of thing. Takes place anywhere from a couple of weeks to a month after Family Matters.
"Jack?" Aaron asked tiredly being woken from his sleep by the pressure of something on his chest. Opening his eyes, he saw that the cause of the pressure was a five year old boy, dressed in PJ's and a soldier's helmet sitting on his chest, a toy rifle clutched in his hands.
"Good Morning, Daddy."
"Jack, what are you doing?"
"Uncle Vince said that I'm not allowed to let you leave the room." The little boy answered solemnly.
"Why not?" Hotch chuckled.
"I can't tell you. It's a suhpwise."
Hotch thought hard but couldn't for the life of him figure out what it could be. "Well, buddy could you give me a hint?"
"Nope." The five year old answered, shaking his head. "Uncle Vince said I'm not allowed to tell you."
"Is that so?" He can't help but give a small smile; it was clear from the look on Jack's face that he took his job very seriously. But Aaron's stomach was growling and he was hungry. "Well Jack, I'm getting hungry. Can I go downstairs just for breakfast?"
Jack thought about it for a moment. "Hold on." He scampered off Aaron's chest and opened the door just enough so he could stick his head out and yell down. "Uncle Vince! Daddy says he's hungry! Can I let him go down?" He heard Vincent's voice answer back but couldn't make out the words. It didn't matter much though, as Jack turned and said, "Sorry, Daddy. Uncle Vince says that he'll bring you up something but that you can't leave." He clambered back onto Aaron's chest to resume his post.
They lay like that for a couple more minutes and just when Aaron was about to forget about humoring the other two, the door opened and Perotta came in carrying a breakfast tray.
"Hey, Jack." The man grinned at the boy, putting the tray down on the night table. "Why don't you get up so the prisoner can eat?"
Jack's eyes widened, "But what if he escapes?"
"That's okay." Vincent laughed. "I'm sure that you can stand guard just as well by the door."
"You've turned my own son against me!" Aaron grumbled.
"Yup." Perotta agreed. "Now eat up, and when you're finished you can come downstairs and see your surprise… but only if Jack's with you!" He warned with a smile.
Jack leapt forward and grabbed Vincent's arm. "Can I be the one to show him?" He exclaimed excitedly.
"Sure, buddy." Vincent chuckled, and left the room, presumably to finish up with Aaron's "surprise".
Aaron turned to pick up the tray and noticed with some surprise that Perotta had actually made him breakfast, scrambled eggs, toast, and orange juice to be exact. While this didn't seem too extravagant it was unusual for Vincent to cook. It wasn't that the man couldn't cook; just that he didn't like taking the time. What was going on today? Eager to find out, he quickly piled the food into his mouth before downing the orange juice in one gulp. Then, without bothering to get changed, he got out of bed.
"Come on, Daddy!" Jack shouted, his excitement clearly rising as he raced down the stairs, Hotch following him. When they got downstairs to the living room, Hotch was surprised to see a section fenced off, with a box sitting in the middle of it. Jack climbed over and brought something out of the box. "Look, Daddy, isn't he cute?" He climbed back over the fence and held up a Doberman pinscher pup for Hotch to see. "His name is Roscoe!"
A bit bewildered, Aaron took the grinning puppy into his arms, scratching him behind the ears. "Yeah, buddy, he is cute."
Jack started going on and on about all the toys that he had helped Vincent pick out for Roscoe and Perotta came up behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You like it?"
"Yeah, but I'm a bit confused. Why all this set up for a dog?"
It wasn't that Aaron didn't like dogs; he did and was in no way opposed to having one as a pet. However, neither was it something he had ever expressed a deep longing for and he couldn't figure out why Perotta would make such a big deal out of it.
The other man laughed. "Look at the collar." He whispered.
Aaron did so and was shocked to find that it not only had numerous buttons but it also had ominous looking screws built into the side that could only be used to harm. In horror, he hurried to remove the thing from the animal but Perotta stopped him. "Don't worry, the batteries aren't in yet. Anyway it's not for the dog!" He whispered.
"Oh," Aaron relaxed a bit.
"I just had to find a way to give it to you in a way that wouldn't make Jack ask what it was!"
This explained something's but, "Why did you go through all that trouble though? Why didn't you just give it to me when we were alone?"
The man stared at him for a moment, and then rolled his eyes as if the answer was obvious. "Well if I did that then Jack would have wanted to know what we were getting his Daddy for his birthday, of course!"
BY ROSSELLA1
Betad by kisaitaluvr
Note: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of its characters. This is a short sequel to Family Matters. I know Kisaitaluvr is already doing one and this in no way is meant to negate her version of it. This is just like an alternate path type of thing. Takes place anywhere from a couple of weeks to a month after Family Matters.
"Jack?" Aaron asked tiredly being woken from his sleep by the pressure of something on his chest. Opening his eyes, he saw that the cause of the pressure was a five year old boy, dressed in PJ's and a soldier's helmet sitting on his chest, a toy rifle clutched in his hands.
"Good Morning, Daddy."
"Jack, what are you doing?"
"Uncle Vince said that I'm not allowed to let you leave the room." The little boy answered solemnly.
"Why not?" Hotch chuckled.
"I can't tell you. It's a suhpwise."
Hotch thought hard but couldn't for the life of him figure out what it could be. "Well, buddy could you give me a hint?"
"Nope." The five year old answered, shaking his head. "Uncle Vince said I'm not allowed to tell you."
"Is that so?" He can't help but give a small smile; it was clear from the look on Jack's face that he took his job very seriously. But Aaron's stomach was growling and he was hungry. "Well Jack, I'm getting hungry. Can I go downstairs just for breakfast?"
Jack thought about it for a moment. "Hold on." He scampered off Aaron's chest and opened the door just enough so he could stick his head out and yell down. "Uncle Vince! Daddy says he's hungry! Can I let him go down?" He heard Vincent's voice answer back but couldn't make out the words. It didn't matter much though, as Jack turned and said, "Sorry, Daddy. Uncle Vince says that he'll bring you up something but that you can't leave." He clambered back onto Aaron's chest to resume his post.
They lay like that for a couple more minutes and just when Aaron was about to forget about humoring the other two, the door opened and Perotta came in carrying a breakfast tray.
"Hey, Jack." The man grinned at the boy, putting the tray down on the night table. "Why don't you get up so the prisoner can eat?"
Jack's eyes widened, "But what if he escapes?"
"That's okay." Vincent laughed. "I'm sure that you can stand guard just as well by the door."
"You've turned my own son against me!" Aaron grumbled.
"Yup." Perotta agreed. "Now eat up, and when you're finished you can come downstairs and see your surprise… but only if Jack's with you!" He warned with a smile.
Jack leapt forward and grabbed Vincent's arm. "Can I be the one to show him?" He exclaimed excitedly.
"Sure, buddy." Vincent chuckled, and left the room, presumably to finish up with Aaron's "surprise".
Aaron turned to pick up the tray and noticed with some surprise that Perotta had actually made him breakfast, scrambled eggs, toast, and orange juice to be exact. While this didn't seem too extravagant it was unusual for Vincent to cook. It wasn't that the man couldn't cook; just that he didn't like taking the time. What was going on today? Eager to find out, he quickly piled the food into his mouth before downing the orange juice in one gulp. Then, without bothering to get changed, he got out of bed.
"Come on, Daddy!" Jack shouted, his excitement clearly rising as he raced down the stairs, Hotch following him. When they got downstairs to the living room, Hotch was surprised to see a section fenced off, with a box sitting in the middle of it. Jack climbed over and brought something out of the box. "Look, Daddy, isn't he cute?" He climbed back over the fence and held up a Doberman pinscher pup for Hotch to see. "His name is Roscoe!"
A bit bewildered, Aaron took the grinning puppy into his arms, scratching him behind the ears. "Yeah, buddy, he is cute."
Jack started going on and on about all the toys that he had helped Vincent pick out for Roscoe and Perotta came up behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You like it?"
"Yeah, but I'm a bit confused. Why all this set up for a dog?"
It wasn't that Aaron didn't like dogs; he did and was in no way opposed to having one as a pet. However, neither was it something he had ever expressed a deep longing for and he couldn't figure out why Perotta would make such a big deal out of it.
The other man laughed. "Look at the collar." He whispered.
Aaron did so and was shocked to find that it not only had numerous buttons but it also had ominous looking screws built into the side that could only be used to harm. In horror, he hurried to remove the thing from the animal but Perotta stopped him. "Don't worry, the batteries aren't in yet. Anyway it's not for the dog!" He whispered.
"Oh," Aaron relaxed a bit.
"I just had to find a way to give it to you in a way that wouldn't make Jack ask what it was!"
This explained something's but, "Why did you go through all that trouble though? Why didn't you just give it to me when we were alone?"
The man stared at him for a moment, and then rolled his eyes as if the answer was obvious. "Well if I did that then Jack would have wanted to know what we were getting his Daddy for his birthday, of course!"
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