/ Well, this is my first Hotch/JJ upload and I'm rather excited about it. As per usual, I do not own Criminal Minds nor the characters. If I did, I wouldn't be here writing about them. I hope you enjoy; comments and reviews are appreciated :)/

Hotch smiled as Jack ran ahead, holding his soccer ball tightly between his small hands. The team all had the next few days off and the weather had been nice, so they had all decided to meet up for a picnic. They weren't the first there – according to Morgan, Garcia had dragged him along thirty minutes early because she wanted to get everything set up. Hotch laughed and set his bag down, sitting down by the blanket himself.

Garcia had compiled a list for each of them as to what to bring, although he didn't get why considering Garcia had practically brought everything along anyway. He wouldn't lie though, the food looked great. He pulled the cakes that he and Jack had bought out, handing them to Garcia.

"They're perfect boss man," she said in her general happy manner. Jack stood by them, his eyes running over the food as he rocked back and forth on his heels. He was waiting for Henry, and then they were going to play soccer. At least that was what Jack had decided they were going to do.

"Canned I have a sanwidge, please?" Jack asked as he eventually plonked himself down next to his father. He didn't sit still though; he continued to try and look over Hotch's shoulder, wanting Henry to hurry up.

"Of course you can Jack," Garcia said, all of them watching as Jack crawled across the blanket and contemplated which sandwich he wanted. Eventually, he settled on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He sat quietly, just nibbling on it. Hotch smirked as half way through, the young boy's eyes lit up as he heard the familiar voice of JJ.

"You're all early," she said, laughing as Morgan rolled his eyes.

"Don't even get me started on early," he said as Garcia slapped his chest playfully.

"You love it." Jack got up and forgot all about his sandwich as he ran over to JJ and Henry.

"Hey Miss JJ," Jack said with a grin, looking to Henry who was clutching his cuddly dog like it would be the end of him if he let go. "Hey Henry."

"'Ack!" Henry said happily. The nearly three year old was still trying to get a good grip on his words. "Sock," he said, pointing at the soccer ball that was near the blanket.

"Canned we go and played soccer, Miss JJ?" Jack asked, looking to her with an innocent smile. JJ looked to Hotch as she sat down between him and Morgan.

"If it's okay with your daddy, then of course," she said. Jack then looked to his father, who nodded his head.

"Stay where we can see you both, though," he said, brushing Jack's hair out of his eyes. Both of the boys grinned before they high fived and ran off into the field with the soccer ball. Henry's dog never left his hands as the pair began to kick the ball back and forth between them; Henry squealing happily every time that he kicked it back.

Rossi and Seaver were the last to arrive, although Seaver was rather upbeat about the day and Rossi looked like he was suffering the hangover from hell.

"You two took your time," Hotch said as Rossi groaned, rubbing his forehead.

"Not so loud, please," he muttered, sitting down on the edge of the blanket as he helped himself to one of the sandwiches. They all laughed, only making Rossi curse under his breath.

"You knew we were coming out, so why did you get drunk last night?" JJ asked as Rossi shrugged, his mouth full of ham and bread.

"My agent came over for a surprise visit and we broke out the scotch and now I'm here," he explained once he had swallowed his mouthful of sandwich.

"I've never had a hangover before," Reid said out of the blue as the team looked to him, disbelief on their faces. "I get tired when I drink alcohol, so I drink a few glasses of water between each beer." They all shared a look before laughing and shaking their head.

"What about you Hotch? When was the last time you had a hangover?" JJ asked. It was obvious from the way that he had to think about his answer that it had been awhile.

"A few nights before everything happened with... you know," Hotch said with a shrug. The team nodded and began to eat their lunch.

Jack ran back over to them after about thirty minutes, panting and holding his chest as though he had just ran a marathon. He loved over exaggerating things at the moment.

"Henry wented to fetch the ball from a bush and he hasn't comed back," he said, looking to them. They all frowned, especially JJ.

"He's probably just playing with you Jack. Let's go look for him," she said, standing up and taking Jack's hand in hers. Jack held her hand tightly as he showed her to the bushes where Henry had gone into.

"He's notted here," he told her, pointing out the obvious as he picked up his soccer ball. That was all that was there, not even Henry's scruffy toy dog was there. JJ frowned, worrying now.

"Henry, come out now and stop messing about," she called as Jack just stood there, clutching the ball to his chest tightly. "I mean it Henry, come out or you'll be in big trouble, mister."

JJ made sure to check the area several times, before she really began to panic.

"Come on Jack, let's get back to your daddy," she said, placing her hand on Jack's back as they headed back to the team. Hotch and the rest stood up, seeing the look on her face. She just shook her head, tears stinging her eyes.

"Oh, JJ," Garcia said, wrapping her arms around her tightly. "We'll find him, he'll have just wandered off because he saw a duck or something," she whispered. What had started off as a good day had only taken a turn for the worse.

Hotch picked Jack up and held him close as the team began to search the park for, but it was to no avail.

"Let's head back to the building and put out an amber alert. Morgan, I want you alert the police on the way over. Garcia, let Will know. I need to take Jack to Jessica's, but I'll meet you all in the round table room," he said, as they all headed back to their cars; the picnic forgotten about for now.