Monday blues

A/N: I don't own any of Criminal Minds sadly. I just take them out to play when the muse strikes.

Without a doubt this was boring. He'd been promised a fun day of toys and ice cream but here was sat in a chair in a bank, well and truly bored. He'd tried tipping his head backwards off the seat watching all the people upside down but that hadn't last long. He'd also resorted to try and hang his legs off the back and sit the wrong way round but some old lady and told him off so he'd sharp stopped that game. There was only one other thing for it. Superman.

So without hesitation he clambered to stand on the chair and hung the hood of his jacket off his head and jumped off giggling when his coat floated out like Superman's cape.

"Jack Hotchner will you sit still, I'm not going to be much longer now." Jack froze and flashed his best confident grin at Aunty Jess. He'd seen dad flash the same smile when he wanted to make someone smile so he thought it was his best option. It worked as Aunty Jess and another lady in the queue laughed at him. Score another to the young Hotchner. He beamed with pride and sat back down on the chair at another tactic he'd mastered off his father.

This time he really did try. Honestly. To sit still and be good, he sat on his hands and curled his legs underneath to try and sit still but it didn't last. Soon he was on his feet walking round the bank running his hands over the surfaces and swinging any pens that were attached to the desk on chains. He figured this was okay since he was still technically being quiet and wasn't annoying anyone. He glanced quickly at Aunt Jess to see her at the counter sorting out some adult stuff.

Jack shook his head and went back to exploring, he hated adult stuff. Dad had loads to do as well but he liked it better when dad did it after soccer so that he could hang with Uncle Dave for a bit. He didn't have that luxury today he had to wait for Aunty Jess if he was to get the promised ice cream. For this she really owed him a big ice cream. At least that's what he'd decided his large brown eyes would appeal to her anyway. Everyone fell for his large kitten eyes. Aunty Jess called them kitten eyes when she couldn't say no. Dad couldn't resist either especially when it was father/son time. But the easiest person was Aunt Penelope; she'd always cave into the kitten eyes.

He sat down on some stairs and pulled an action figure from his pocket walking the small object along the stairs telling the small Captain America figure just how big an ice cream he'd get out of this. He'd maybe even get more if he could use those eyes on dad later on when he got home from work. He giggled a little before discreetly checking the Aunty Jess hadn't seen or heard the giggle that would after fall foil his plan of action. Thankfully she hadn't. Phew.

That's when his eyes locked on the man, the man was sweating a lot, he didn't look very happy. Jack frowned sat still watching him as he seemed to walk round for ages not really doing anything. He made Jack nervous so he was about to get up and go to Aunty Jess when he saw what the man was walking to one of the counters with. He was torn between running outside and staying with Aunty Jess not wanting her to be scared on her own.

As the man pulled his gun and started screaming orders at the staff Jack jumped up from the stairs and raced over to Aunty Jess locking his arms around her legs. He was being strong for her, he kept telling himself but the shaking of his tiny body showed just how afraid the brave youngster was being. He had to admit when Aunty Jess knelt down to hug him he was mightily relieved to feel her strong arms.

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Monday morning in the BAU wasn't always exciting, in fact when they'd had a weekend off due to a long case the week before Monday mornings were quite relaxed. More to do with getting paper work done and getting caught up with anything lingering over them.

Aaron Hotchner was double checking everything was in order with the last case before submitting the final report after a delay getting autopsy reports in from the field office. They'd blamed some sort of printer error and if Hotch was honest at 8pm on a Friday night he didn't feel much like chasing it up so had left it till Monday so he could take the weekend with his son. He rarely did that but since his collapse and hospital stay earlier in the year he'd made himself a promise to get home when he should and have more father/son time.

He smiled to himself as he remembered the soccer game on the Sunday afternoon in the park which had subsequently turned into a play fight and then a mud fight. He wasn't sure either of them where ever going to get clean again.

"That smile has to be Jack?" A voice from the door way caught his attention and he looked up at David Rossi who was the only one barring maybe JJ who would put him on the spot like that.

"Jack." He confirmed causing the other man to nod at his correct assumption.

"Good weekend the two of you then?" Rossi slumped in the chair opposite Hotch's desk watching the younger agent put the pen down to give the conversation his full attention.

"Really good weekend, thanks." His smile returned. "Though I'm not sure my apartment will ever be free of mud again." He laughed slightly at Rossi's rather bemused expression. "I'll explain later. You didn't come here just to talk about Jack?"

"No. Have you seen this?" He pushed the tablet towards Hotch; the infernal piece of technology did have its uses when he wanted to show a news report. The camera crews assembled outside a police cordon in a bank down town. The news broadcaster confirming one armed gunman with only 3 or 4 hostages inside since the bank was hit at one of the quieter times of day. Rossi looked at Aaron to try and gauge his reaction to the breaking news in their city, wondering if they would get involved. He was surprised to see Hotch had gone white, the man looked positively ill at that moment.

"Aaron... Aaron what's wrong?" Silently and without trusting himself to speak Hotch pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialled up the last voicemail that was left only an hour ago from Jess.

'Hi Aaron I'm going to take Jack with me too great western bank to sort out a problem with my pay check, again, then we're headed for ice cream if you have time to join us. Let me know.'

Rossi stared at the cell phone then the news broadcast, before meeting his friend's eyes. He was feeling the same panic deep in the pit of his stomach that he saw in Hotch right now.

"Get the team together, we'll brief on the way to the bank."

"Aaron..." Rossi wanted to try and suggest that his personal feelings were clouding his judgement, but deep down he wanted to be there too. He figured they had the best chance of ending this without shots being fired.

"Don't Dave. I'm not backing down. We are running this scene..." With that order Hotch was gone, taking the stairs in his stride and not looking back. It took Rossi a split second to realise that he was already heading for the elevator and likely the parking lot so he emerged from the office shouting the rest of the team to follow.

He kept the news broadcast playing as he went with the rest of the ream down to the parking lot. He couldn't take his eyes off it, the relief that up to now no shots had been fired. But not wanting to take chances and wanting to keep an eye on a very angry father and FBI agent who was already on the phone getting his team permission to take control of the scene, and who they all knew would stop at nothing to protect his son.