A/N: This was submitted once but quickly deleted to make changes I found when I re-read it. Hope it makes a little more sense than it did last time! I don't own criminal minds, if I did the show would be a lot different. Enjoy!

"So the unsub is probably 30-35, male, physically weak, and a pedophile. His victims are all children under the age of 13, and he seems to prefer kids with brown or blonde hair with brown eyes," Reid said, reading off the partially completed profile on his laptop, steadying it as the jet shook and threatened to knock it off his lap.

"What condition were the victims found in?" JJ asked.

"Most of the victims found had evidence of sexual assault, but there were two- one boy and one girl- who didn't have any signs of sexual assault. All six victims suffered immense physical abuse," Morgan said.

"So what makes you think they're all connected if they aren't all alike?" Prentiss asked.

"They were all found with a charm - the same one for all of them - in the shape of a rose tucked in their pocket," Reid said, taking a sip of his water. "Do any of you feel sort of…weird?"

"Yeah." JJ said, pressing her hand to her forehead. "Now that you mention it, I do feel kind of dizzy, and everything's so far away…"

Hotch tried to stand up to join the group, but he stumbled, nearly falling onto the Prentiss before he caught himself on the seat in front of him.

"What's happening to us?" Prentiss asked, closing her eyes to ward off the dizziness.

"I think…someone…might have…drugged…drugged us…" Reid mumbled sleepily, resting his head on JJ's shoulder and closing his eyes. The rest of the team fought to stay awake, but whatever was in their system overtook their efforts and they soon slipped into unconsciousness.

"Ow…my head hurts," Reid mumbled, sitting up and trying to bring his hands up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. "Wha-" he started as he stared down at his hands, which were duct taped to the armrests. His ankles were taped to the seat, and as he looked around he saw the others in the same position. JJ and Morgan stirred, and they slowly opened their eyes and took in their new position.

"What the hell?" Morgan muttered, trying to wrench his arms out of the tape.

As soon as Hotch woke up, a man dressed in all black and wearing a ski mask stepped into their view.

"Who the hell are you?" Morgan asked angrily.

"I think you should already know," the man said, "considering you've been talking about me and my work for the past half hour."

"Wait- you killed those kids?" Hotch asked, stopping struggling for the moment. "Why are you here? And…how?"

"Yes, that was me," he said, walking over to Reid and grasping his chin in his hand, running his free hand down his cheek. Reid grimaced and tried to pull away. "As for your second question, I got on the same way you did. Through the door. You know, for profilers, none of you are overly observant."

"Get away from him!" Morgan yelled. The man ignored him, instead reaching into his pocket and pulling out a bottle of pills.

"W-what a-are those?" Reid stammered.

"Pills," he said simply.

"Obviously," Morgan snorted.

"What are they for?" JJ asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.

"They'll turn you into a random age - a kid - and you won't turn back until you can find me and get the cure." He laughed at the shocked expression on JJ's face, and he popped a couple pills out of the container.

"Open up," he ordered Reid, grabbing his jaw and forcing it open wide enough for him to slip the pill inside and force him to swallow it. "And don't even bother looking for me after I leave, I wont even be on the plane anymore." Reid started coughing violently, trying to get the pill out of him, and he passed out on the chair.

"Reid!" Prentiss and Morgan yelled, straining against their bonds.

"What did you do to him?" Morgan yelled.

"Exactly what I said I was going to," the man said, shrugging his shoulders and turning to JJ and Prentiss. He shoved the pills into both of their mouths, ignoring their muffled protests.

"So long, BAU," the man said, cutting the ropes off Hotch's arms and grabbing a parachute that none of them had noticed lying in the corner, jumping out of the open hatch on the jet.

After they got over the shock of the unsub being on the jet with them, Morgan glanced at Reid, JJ, and Prentiss his mouth dropping open in shock.

"W-what?" Reid stammered. "What is it? Why are you looking at us like that? And why am I talking like this?"

"Look down, pretty boy," Morgan said softly. Reid complied, and he was shocked to see the body of a toddler.

"Why do I look like a four year old?" JJ whimpered, her lower lip quivering and tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. Her blonde hair fell into her face and she brushed it back, revealing blue eyes and freckles that had disappeared with age.

"I think it was the pill the unsub gave you guys," Hotch said.

"So we're four now?" Reid squeaked. "And we're stuck like this? I can't even talk normally! How am I supo-supos-can I work?"

"No, you actually look like you're about three," Morgan said, staring at Reid and trying not to laugh at the horrified expression on the toddler's face.

"How old do I look?" Prentiss asked. "Please please please tell me I'm older than them!"

Hotch laughed. "You look about six…" he said thoughtfully.

"Six! Are you kidding? I can't be six, that is not happening!" Prentiss exclaimed. "I can't work this case if I'm six!"

"Calm down, Prentiss, we'll figure something out. We need to figure out why the unsub made them these ages," Hotch said. "There's nothing special that happened to them then, and unless he just wanted to make them vulnerable…"

"Well, the unsub does have an interest in little kids, and JJ, Prentiss, and I are all in his age range now," Reid said, frowning at the way he was talking. "With the victims being so little, it makes it easier for him to control and take advantage of them."

"So the unsub is definitely a pedophile, but one who wants his victims to be intelligent and harder to break down?" Morgan asked.

"I think it's safe to say that," Reid said.

"Were they for sure tortured?" JJ asked. Hotch hid his grin as the young agent grimaced at her sloppy speech.

"Yeah, there was evidence found on their bodies but theres no telling how much mental torture they were subjected to," Hotch said, still staring at his three young agents sitting across from him. "How are we going to turn you guys back? And what are we going to do with you until we do?"

"We'll have to track the unsub down and force him to turn them back, and until then…well I guess they can stay in the hotel and work from there…," Morgan said, frowning.

"Alone? You can't leave three babies alone in a hotel room!" Hotch exclaimed

"I'm not a baby," Reid huffed indignantly. "I'm a grown man, and I'm coming with you."

"Yeah, I agree with the kid genius. I'm not staying in the hotel room while you two get to do everything! I'm helping, and that's that!" Prentiss exclaimed, straightening up in her seat.

"No. You're not, and that's final," Morgan said. "It's too dangerous for you! You know the type of victims he's looking for - and you're all right in that group now!"

"We'll stay out of the action!" JJ protested. "I wanna come! I hate being left out!"

"No means no," Hotch said firmly. "You're not coming. Everything you do will be from the hotel room, or with us supervising you if you leave, and we can fly Garcia down to watch you guys."

"We don't need a babysitter," Reid protested.

"Um, actually you do," Morgan pointed out. "You're all under six, you can't stay in the hotel alone, so drop it!"

"Fine," Prentiss huffed. "Then what are we doing about clothes? I don't know about you guys, but I don't want to wear work clothes that are 10 sizes too big on me for the rest of this trip."

"Garcia will take you shopping when we get there," Hotch said.

"Hotch…" Morgan said quietly. "They know five profilers are coming, what are we going to say when two of us and three toddlers show up?"

"We'll figure that out later," Hotch said, typing commands into his laptop until Garcia's face popped up.

"Your friendly neighborhood oracle of all information, knowable and unknowable, at your service!" she exclaimed.

"Garcia, we need your help, are you alone?" Hotch asked.

"Uh, yeah. What's wrong? Is everyone ok?" she asked, her cheerful expression turning to one of concern.

"Sort of," Reid said, poking his head into Garcia's view.

"Who's that?" she squealed. "He's absolutely adorable!"

"It's me…Reid," he said as a blush crept over his face.

"Oh my gosh! Reid, honey, what happened to you, baby doll?"

"The unsub was on the plane with us and he put drugs in our drinks and he forced me and JJ and Prentiss to take pills that turned us into little kids," Reid explained.

"Oh my poor babies!" Garcia exclaimed. "I'll be there an hour after you arrive, I'm leaving right now! And I want the full story when I get there, so don't think you're getting lucky by not having to explain it now!" Their connection broke, and an unnatural silence descended over the jet. Not sure of what to do, the team sat back in their seats, reviewing the case information and files.

A few minutes later, a repetitive kicking noise drew Morgan's attention to the boy sitting across from him.

"Reid? What are you doing?" he asked the young agent.

"I'm bored!" he announced, kicking the bottom of the seat as he swung his legs.

"Great, they have the attention span of a toddler too," Morgan groaned. "Where's JJ? She's been quiet…"

"She's over there on the couch, I think she's asleep," Hotch said quietly.

"Good for her. Pretty boy, why don't you go join her?" Morgan suggested.

"But I'm not tired!" he protested as Morgan picked him up and carried him over to the couch, laying him next to the sleeping JJ.

"No," he pouted, crossing his arms and sitting up.

"Sleep," Morgan ordered.

"No! Morgan I'm not tired!"

"If you don't sleep, or at least close you eyes and try, then you'll be on the next plane back to DC…alone." Reid's eyes widened in fear at the thought of having to fly alone.

"You wouldn't! You know how many kids get kidnapped from public places when they are alone? If you do that, then you might never see me again!" he protested.

"Better close your eyes then," Morgan said, smirking at the look on the kid's face.

Morgan sighed as the Reid reluctantly closed his eyes, and minutes later, fell asleep. Morgan resisted the urge to laugh as he saw the toddlers thumb creep up to his mouth.

"Thank God," Morgan exclaimed quietly, flopping back down beside Hotch. "You gonna give us any trouble?" he asked Prentiss. She shook her head, grabbing her iPod and putting her headphones in.

"This is going to be a hard couple weeks," Morgan groaned, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

So what do you think? Should I continue? Any reviews would be much appreciated!