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Most people in the world didn't know about the existence of the supernatural, more so about the peculiarities about one certain team of Behavioral Analysis Unit. David Rossi was unfortunate enough that he did know about both these things, since his family were well known hunters. And as of now, he had a very bad day. It was only before noon and he was tied up to a chair somewhere underground, in a big fancy bunker. 

As if it wasn't enough he already spent more than enough time in bunkers during his youth.

“Why is the FBI in the city?” asked Dean Winchester.

“Oh, jeez, I wonder why that would be. Maybe because of the three dead bodies? Burnt in their houses?” muttered David.

“What?” reacted Dean with a confused expression.

“Why didn't we know about this?” he turned to his younger brother.

“Maybe because you live in a bunker? Like in the last century? I also believe that your names were taken off the Most Wanted List a few years back, since you are believed to be dead. I also don't get why you would kidnap me, my whole family are hunters,” answered David.

“Why would a hunter work in a unit full of supernatural beings?” spoke up Dean.

“Yeah, why would you have a werewolf on the team? Aren't you afraid he will snap? And hurt someone from your team?” agreed Sam.

“Aren't you two also friends with supernatural beings?” sighed Rossi.

Just then, one of the said supernatural being friends of the Winchesters appeared in the bunker in a trenchcoat with confused expression and with a young red-haired woman. They had bags full of food and drinks.

“Hi, Charlie, Castiel,” greeted David.

“What the fuck, you two assclowns,” reacted Charlie.

“Dean, Sam, why is David here? And why is he tied to a chair?” asked Castiel.

“What?” spoke up Sam, looking even more bewildered than Reid when JJ, Emily, Penelope and Derek were explaining social sites to him.

“How do you know this FBI agent?” asked Dean.

“Well, firstly, he's a best-selling author of books about criminology, profiling and other similar themes, secondly, I attended his lecture and thirdly, my friend is part of the BAU team. Now, care to explain why you have the innocent Italian man tied up? I don't suppose you two morons had the brain cells to take on the issue of kidnapping a member of the FBI, the most famous BAU team and best-selling author on top of that. Cas, can you please untie him? I will let Penelope know,” answered Charlie, putting her bags down and pulling her laptop out of her backpack, which she opened and put on the table, after she sent a message to someone.

“He's a member of “found family” of one of my brothers. My brother does not remember much about being an angel and he left heaven voluntarily. I think he joined this “found family” after his foster home parents left him in a forest. Aaron Hotchner found him and decided to take him in as his son,” said Castiel, also putting down bags and snapping his fingers, after which the bindings holding Rossi in a chair disappeared.

“We met him when we were in town and he realised who we were,” mumbled Dean.

“And we wanted to know if his team members are an issue or not,” continued Sam.

“Why would they be an issue?” spoke up David.

“Because they are monsters,” answered Sam.

“Dean, Sam, members of the BAU unit are not dangerous to anyone innocent,” sighed Castiel.

“So they are dangerous.”

“To criminals,” stressed Rossi.

“Everyone is dangerous, I am dangerous, Cas is dangerous and you two are also dangerous,” muttered Charlie.

“Now, please quickly apologize to David and let go of any thought of hurting anyone on his team. You will be lucky enough to meet them, thanks to your decisions,” she continued.

“It wasn't our fault,” defended himself Dean, but quickly came to apologize under the stare of Castiel and Charlie, shortly followed by his brother.

“Thank you, I do not forgive you,” responded David, which earned him shocked looks from the brothers (which they shouldn't be, they did kidnap him, take him to a bunker while he was unconscious, bind him and they wanted to try to kill his family, all while they were working an arsonist case. He also only had one coffee for the day).

Just then, the screen of Charlie's laptop shone in the colors of rainbow and a videocall came to life.

“Dave! Are you okay?!” frantically called out Penelope in the call, her eyes shining with bright colors. She was in her office, which was far better than if she was on her way over here.

“I'm okay, Penelope, I just found the two Most Wanted and Mostly Dead killers,” he replied, smiling at her.

“Really? Why did you just disappear? The team already solved the case and they are tracking you now, I will let them know you are okay and send them the location. Do we need to make someone disappear?” her eyes went to a more natural and normal shade for her, when she noticed he wasn't visibly hurt.

“I was taken by the Winchester brothers, I am completely fine, we just had a little chat. Apparently, they didn't notice we were on friendship terms with Castiel and Charlie. Can you please tell the team I am fine?” he responded.

On the side, Sam quickly inhaled at Penelope's speech and Rossi's dismissal of disappearing people.

“Of course, I already told them. They are on their way. And for the matter of kidnapping a member of my family, Samuel and Dean Winchester, you two are forbidden from Wi-Fi and electronic communication, unless an emergency comes up, for the next three weeks. Consider this your warning,” said the technical analyst, her voice growing cold as she spoke to the brothers.

“So, what, you have an angel on the team, werewolf, hunter and a goddess of the rainbow?” spoke up Sam.

“That sounds like the start of a bad joke,” muttered Dean.

“And messages. You didn't even do your research?" added Penelope .

“No, there is not that much information on the supernatural FBI,” shook his head Sam.

“Yeah, that would be Penelope's job,” smiled Rossi.

“You're welcome, glad my skills are working well. I will check just to be sure, though. Say hi to others for me, please,” said Penelope, waiting for Rossi's agreement before turning the call off.

“Apart from those you already mentioned, one of the team is from a Nephilim family, then we have a fae and an elf,” answered David Sam's question.

“What the fuck,” let out Dean.

Then Charlie's phone rang and she accepted the call, putting it on speaker. Rossi absentmindedly noticed that the caller had a name Baby G and decided to try to take the matter of hacking phones and changing names of people with Aaron. They could at least try to ask their godly technical analyst.

“Hello. May we come in? Dave, are you sure you are alright? JJ and Morgan stayed behind to deal with the arsonist,” asked Spencer over the call.

Dean throwed a look at Charlie and Cas, saying something along the lines: Are you sure this guy is not a vampire?

Charlie returned the look with: Are you sure you aren't an asshole?

Cas just tilted his head and looked utterly confused.

“Yes, I'm completely fine. Yes, you may come in. Please don't hurt the two idiots,” responded David.

“Oh, I'm sure we can come to a reasonable conclusion,” reacted Emily on the phone.

“Emily, don't make me ground you after we get back,” sounded Aaron's tired voice.

“This is not grounding material, I only want to talk. What did you think I wanted to do?”

“Given your latest behaviour when someone hurt JJ, I would say it's most likely you wanted to get them to prison and take them down if they tried to run or fight back. Or make them disappear without any witnesses, leading to them being declared dead after seven years of unexplained absence. You do have a different relationship with her than with David, but nonetheless, the chances are your reactions would statically be what I already named," sounded Spencer.

“Can you please come inside and stop arguing on the door step?” asked David.

“Right, sorry, dad,” reacted Emily.

“Why do I even invite you to my house,” muttered David.

“Because you chose to join the team and then met all of the others and decided the right course of action would be adoption,” spoke up Aaron.

David could swear he heard a grin in his voice, which was proven to be right when he heard Emily and Spencer chuckle.

“Says the wolf who went for a run, found a four year old with even worse survival instincts than most members of our team and adopted the kid,” responded David.

“Hey!” sounded Spencer's voice, from both the phone and more quietly from the entry room to the bunker.

Charlie used the opportunity to end the call. Sometimes during it, Penelope apparently hacked the phone once again, as the caller was now Survival instinct of an orange cat. Rossi was pretty sure they all had their names changed on their phones. They really needed to talk to her.

“It's true, though,” sounded Emily.

“Emily, I believe you are on the similar level as the kid, perhaps even lower,” said David.

“Yes, if I recall correctly, during one of our cases, you and Morgan decided it would be a good idea to go to a presumably haunted abandoned church at midnight,” agreed Hotch.

“Also, you keep trying to win against me in trivia games,” said Spencer.

Just then, the three agents walked into the room. 

They came over to Rossi, careful not to have their back turned to the brothers, and checked him over for any injuries. 

“Hello,” spoke up Charlie.

“Hi,” waved Reid, giving Charlie, Rossi and Castiel a small smile before looking at the brothers with a glare which was mirroring Hotch's current expression.

Emily, on the other hand, was smiling at the two brothers without any joy in it, looking rather like a serial killer.

“Can you please stop glaring at them and playing one of our unsubs, they already apologized. Penelope grounded them from electronics,” sighed Rossi.

“Okay. Good morning. I'm SSA Hotchner, this is SSA Prentiss and doctor Reid. May I ask you why you decided to kidnap SSA David Rossi and held him against his will?” spoke up Hotch.

Dean straightened up.

“We panicked. He recognized us,” he muttered.

“And you did apologize and are now on down time for technology?” 

“Yes.”

“Okay. How about we go and talk about it over lunch? I have a feeling Penelope wouldn't take it well if we skipped it, since we didn't have breakfast,” suggested Aaron.

“We did have breakfast, we had coffee,” said Spencer with an offended expression.

“Yeah, I don't think that counts, doc,” spoke up Emily.

“I believe coffee is a beverage and not generally considered to be a meal,” said Castiel.

“That's what society wants us to believe,” responded Spencer.

“Alright, coffee conspiracy aside, where are we going to eat? Derek and JJ will meet us there,” asked Emily.

“Do you know any good places to eat at? Preferably Italian ones which won't make my grandma disown me,” asked the hunters, hacker and the angel David.

“Can't we go get burgers?” asked Dean, shortly followed by Sam asking if they couldn't get salad.

“No, you kidnapped me, I'm choosing the food,” declined David.

“Yeah, that's only reasonable, when I got kidnapped last time, I was choosing dinner,” nodded Emily.

“You've got kidnapped? Multiple times?” asked Sam with a surprised voice.

“Yeah, good times. I think the record goes to Spencer, though,” sarcastically replied Emily.

“I wasn't kidnapped that much,” said Spencer defensively.

“Kid. You have been kidnapped about a hundred times,” sighted Rossi.

“Actually, I was kidnapped only seven times. But they returned me two times after I talked to them and when they learned about my dad. Then there are the cases when hunters were trying to catch dad, which was one time, because the rest of the hunters then realized it wasn't a good idea. And the rest are kidnapping during cases, where you always found me, and that witch without any money.”

Hotch was really glad he had good self control, even if it was going to be full-moon tomorrow, otherwise he might have growled at the reminder of when his kid wasn't safe with their family. At least the people who knew about the supernatural learnt their lesson last time they tried hurting his son or his family.

"That doesn't mean it doesn't count, even if you do have a scary dad,” said Emily.

“Aaron isn't scary,” confusedly said Spencer.

“You wouldn't call a black wolf bigger than a pony scary?” asked bewildered Emily.

“You're surprised?” reacted David.

“Now that I think about it, no, not really,” sighed Emily.

“What?” let out still confused Reid.

Just then, Emily's phone rang, the name of the caller showing Person of interest with a few emoji hearts.

The profilers who were looking at her phone weren't sure whether Emily or Penelope were behind the name, but they were more inclined to believe Emily chose it and Penelope didn't have the heart to change it (or disabled anyone from changing it).

“Hey, JJ,” she greeted with a smile.

“Hey. We've been recommended to an Italian restaurant in the city by the policemen, if you want to go there. Do you already have Dave?” 

“Yeah, we do. Can you send me the address?”

“As Penelope likes to say, already on its way. Anything else I can do for you, my lady?”

"Yea, the two morons, Charlie and Cas are coming too, can you please talk to Derek and stop him and yourself from committing a crime? The idiots apologized and Penelope put them on down time for technology.”

“I can try. Have a safe way here,” said JJ before hanging up the phone call.

A few minutes later, they met up with JJ and Derek at the restaurant. They were in their own room. 

After an awkward introduction of the brothers to the two remaining team members and after they got seated, Morgan grinned at the two hunters and started saying something, but he was interrupted by Emily, who was looking at the menu.

“Spence, how much did you say wolves can eat in one sitting?”

“A wolf can eat 20 pounds, or 9 kg, of food in one sitting, which allows them to go on for days or weeks without food,” responded Reid, happy to share information.

“Are there any studies on how much a full-shift werewolf can eat in one sitting?” asked JJ, clocking onto Emily's thought.

“No,” firmly said Hotch.

“Do you want us to get kicked out from another place?” asked David and at the confused looks from the brothers, gay angel and hacker, he explained, “At one occasion, Emily, JJ and Derek ordered free food, if you could eat it in one hour. They did finish it, in around half an hour, and we got banned.”

“We have to try that,” said Dean, his eyes lighting up, Charlie enthusiastically nodding.

“No,” denied Cas.

“Come on, it will be fun,” tried Dean.

“No, we are going to have lunch, talk, and not get kicked out. You could always try it another time,” reasoned Castiel.

“So how did you guys end up as a family?” asked Sam curiously.

“I haven't heard the stories yet,” agreed Charlie.

“Alright, do you want them chronologically?” asked David, and after the four agreed, he signed at Aaron to start speaking.

Aaron did as he was asked to, after checking for Spencer's approval, recalling how he ended up adopting his son and listening if anyone was going to come into the room.

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Aaron Hotchner was running on his four paws in the forest, dimly lit by the moonshine of full-moon. It was snowing, but it was just the start of November.

It was relaxing, to just run around and not think, even if this wasn't his liked and prefered form. He still needed to shift at least once a month.

Wolves, and werewolves, were social creatures, but in Aaron's experience, he was safer on his own.

He raised his head and scented the air, to let himself know if there was anything dangerous around here.

His attention caught on the smell of a little child, who didn't smell entirely human and who was utterly alone.

Before he knew it, he was following it to a clearing with a stream going through it. A little kid with brown curly hair, dirty trousers and a sweater was sitting on a rock next to it.

Aaron softened his steps, not wanting to scare the kid. He was keeping his body language relaxed, ears pulled back and wagging his tail.

The child noticed him immediately and his eyes widened. The kid softly smiled and came over to Hotch, who noticed the absence of any other scents from the kid's family on the kid.

“Hello, I'm Spencer. Why are you here alone? Did your family leave you too?” the child spoke, stroking Aaron's fur.

Hotch licked Spencer's face, who giggled at the contact.

He was cold.

Why would anyone leave a small child behind?! In winter! What if he froze to death! There wasn't any civilization for miles! What if something happened to him!

He needed to start finding out information on Spencer's family as soon as possible and get adoption papers. The kid wouldn't be left alone again on his watch.

“Can I go with you? You are way nicer than anyone,” Spencer asked.

Aaron nodded. Then he quickly pressed his nose to Spencer's before carefully grabbing the back of his sweatshirt into his muzzle.

He was taking him home and getting him a warm meal and tea or cocoa.

“They left him alone? Who were they?” asked Dean.

“They are in prison. They had dead bodies in their yard and basement,” responded Hotch with a barely audible growl.

The two brothers automatically reached for their guns, which they didn't have on them. Spencer, who was sitting next to Hotch, on the other hand, leaned against his dad, who ruffled his hair, the growl immediately cutting off.

“So who's suffering the retelling of joining the very weird possibly-against-the-Bureaus-laws-and-policy family next?” asked Morgan.

Who, along with Emily and JJ, already had a plan on what to do if the former foster parent's/serial killer's ever escaped prison.

“Next up is David Rossi,” grinned Hotch.

David glared at him, but started speaking at the other's curious looks. The only ones who already knew how he originally met Aaron and Spencer were the two themselves.

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David Rossi has just finished helping some local police with a case of a missing woman.

He was just getting ready to head back that night, right after he checked out a story about a big black wolf running around the forest and who was last seen with a small child, a boy possibly around five years old. He needed to save the kid, then he could retire from the hunter business and invest his full time in the FBI BAU unit.

Full-shift werewolves were the most unpredictable ones and the child was lucky to still be alive.

A few hours later, he was quietly stalking the wolf, who was currently carrying the boy by a shirt, careful to stay out of its sight or smell.

He followed them until they entered a small cabin with lit windows, but aside from the wolf and a kid, there was luckily no one inside.

He only waited a few minutes before quickly coming in, aiming his gun at the wolf.

The wolf was ferociously growling and snarling, its raised fur making it appear even bigger.The kid, luckily unharmed, was behind the wolf and David almost couldn't see him.

He saw the wolf's body tensed and pressing lightly into the ground, clearly preparing to jump at him, and David aimed his gun at its head, his fingers on the trigger and almost taking the clear sho-

“LEAVE HIM ALONE! DON'T HURT HIM!” the kid screeched from behind the wolf, trying to get before it.

David still had his gun aimed at the beast, but tried to comfort the child, “It's okay, I have come to save you.”

“No, don't take me away, just leave us alone!” yelled out the boy.

Wolf quickly turned to him, keeping one eye at David and ready to fight, its expression softening and letting out a small pleading whine.

The kid stopped in his tracks, now standing beside the wolf but still unreachable for David, keeping himself steady with one hand on the wolf.

Then the wolf's full attention snapped back at David when he attempted to move, the floor creaking under the movement. 

The snarling was back, threat evident in its body language.

“Please, just leave us alone, don't take me away,” pleaded the boy.

And a voice in David's mind which was telling him what was weird about this whole situation finally got David's attention.

The werewolf was protecting the boy, as if it was a pup from its pack. There was salt along windows and doors, and even a demon trap partially hidden under a rug next to which David was standing. And the kid didn't look at the slightest distressed by the furious werewolf, bigger than a pony.

He lowered his gun, but was still ready to shoot if necessary. The wolf's growling eased, now watching David with distrust, protectiveness and anger, but there was a curiosity in its features too. The expression was almost perfectly mirrored in the kid's face, but where there was protective anger in the werewolf, there was worry and anxiousness visible in the boy.

“Alright, I'm sorry for scaring you. Kid, are you safe here? You know that that is a werewolf, right?” he asked, keeping his voice softened and calm.

“Not right now, no. But I don't see a reason for me being scared of dad or me not knowing he's a werewolf,” responded the boy, petting the wolf's side, possibly to calm himself down.

David blinked a few times.

“And he's not dangerous to anyone else?” 

“No, he's not, if you don't hurt people,” quickly shook his head the boy.

“Alright, I'm going to put away my gun and then we will talk. I'm really sorry for barging in,” informed Rossi, putting the gun back into the holster.

“Okay,” agreed the boy.

The wolf eased up, most of its attention on the child now. It pressed its nose to the boy's, letting out a small questioning nose.

“I will be okay, it's just the next room,” said the boy, petting the wolf's head before gently pushing it away.

The wolf gave a warning glare at David, before quickly running off to the other room and closing the door.

“What's your name?” asked David quietly, standing at the same place where he was before, but closing the door behind him.

“Spencer Reid Hotchner. Who are you? Why did you barge in here?” answered Spencer, tapping his fingers together in a repeated manner.

“David Rossi. I thought you were in danger.”

“I was in danger before, and nobody cared. Apart from dad, that is,” muttered Spencer.

“I'm sorry.”

The door to the other room opened and a man dressed in a suit came out.

“I'm Aaron Hotchner. My son is not in any danger from me, nor is anyone else, if we don't count my job or if anyone endangers my family,” he sternly said.

“Didn't we meet in Seattle?” responded David.

“Yes, we did, Agent Rossi,” nodded Aaron.

“SSA David Rossi? From the Behavioral Analysis Unit, formerly known as Behavioral Science Unit? One of the three founding members, if my information is correct?” asked Spencer with interest shining in his eyes.

“Yea, I am,” replied surprised David. 

“Can you pleaaaase give me an autograph? Did you work on the case of a missing woman from the neighbouring city?” exclaimed Spencer, which drew a smile from his dad, who was going over to the kitchen.

“Cocoa?” asked Hotch.

“Yes, please,” nodded Spencer.

“No, thank you. I can give you an autograph. How old are you?” asked David, still bewildered by the child.

“Seven. I'm currently trying to get accepted into a college to get more information on my subjects of interest, maybe even one or more PhDs.”

And David froze in shock, absolutely perplexed.

“The cocoa is ready, come sit down,” Hotch called them with a smile.

The man looked proud and at the same time amused by David's confusion.

Spencer ran over to Hotch with a cheerful expression. Aaron picked him up and sat him down on one of the chairs, then handed him a cup of cocoa and a small bowl with marshmallows.

Spencer took a handful of marshmallows, dumping them into his cup and mixing the cocoa with a small spoon.

“Agent Rossi, will you be joining us? Or do you plan on staying before the door?” asked Aaron, putting two other cups on the table.

“Sure. Just David is fine,” David shook himself out of his shock, taking in the cabin and noticing the absence of a main light, instead there were lamps and fairy-lights shining with a duller golden-yellow light.

Then he came over to the table, sitting down so he was facing the other agent and the kid.

“I am really sorry for earlier, I made wrong assumptions,” he apologized again, pulling a mug intended for him closer and not adding any marshmallows, which earned him a look from the two.

Aaron himself added a teaspoon of the candy as he spoke, “That's alright, I get your perspective.”

“Did you know that based on one of the beliefs of Germans, a werewolf could be cured by saying its Christian name three times? There's a Danish belief that scolding a werewolf would help. And the dominance theory in wolf behaviour was studied in a small enclosure on wolves who never saw each other before and has been retracted multiple times. As a matter of fact, wolf packs usually function as families, with the parents in lead,” supplied Spencer.

“Did you try that?” asked David.

He never heard about these myths.

“No, I didn't. Dad can shift when he wants. And he certainly doesn't need any cure,” shook his head Spencer.

“Awwwww,” cooed Penelope from the call on Morgan's phone, Charlie copying her moments later. She joined them sometime during Rossi's retelling.

“I still have that autograph,” muttered Reid to himself.

“Wait, were you profiling Aaron and Spencer? After you decided to copy Morgan with the doors and calmed down, that is,” grinned Emily.

“Well, I was in the job for quite some time before that,” responded David.

“I'm starting to feel like the agents might have even worse survival instincts than us,” muttered Dean, Sam nodding in agreement.

“Nope, you are still worse off,” disagreed Charlie and continued, “I think now is Penelope's turn to storytime?”

“Yep, if the genius wolf pup is okay with that,” spoke up Penelope.

“Of course,” said Spencer, before taking a sip of his coffee.

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Penelope was just going to one of her Forensic Psychology classes she was taking at Caltech, arriving ten minutes earlier just to be sure and to take a good seat.

She noticed that there was already another person in the classroom, a boy, looking far too young to be in college. He looked to be eleven years old, as Penelope was guessing, and he wasn't entirely human. She was getting an angel-human-werewolf feeling from him, which might have been because he was hanging out with supernatural beings too much, or because he was one.

He was reading a book, quickly turning pages.

A few moments later, Penelope decided to go get her seat and introduce herself to the kid, since he will be sitting next to her, instead of standing in the middle of the classroom and creepily staring.

The kid's eyes snapped to her once she came closer.

“Hi, I'm Penelope Garcia. Can I sit next to you? Are you also taking this class?” she warmly smiled.

“Hello, I'm Spencer Hotchner. Sure. Yes, I am,” responded the kid.

“Thank you. Is it your first day at college?” asked Penelope.

“No, I already had a class yesterday, on Forensic Linguistics. And I already have a Bachelor's degree in Sociology, Master in Criminal Psychology and a Doctorate in Chemistry. I also plan on studying for a Doctorate in Mathematics and Engineering,” replied Spencer with a shy smile.

“That's cool,” smiled Penelope.

A few minutes later, other people started coming into the classroom and Penelope handed Spencer her headphones once she noticed his pained expression at the commotion. He thanked her and went back to reading, taking on the pastel purple headphones. On the other hand, Penelope was meanly staring at anyone who looked at the young boy and her with nefarious intentions, although she doubted she would be so successful in scaring them if she wasn't using part of her powers for it.

“Do you have any more classes today?” she asked after the class ended.

“No, my dad is waiting for me, I should get going so he won't be scared. I will see you next class?” replied Spencer with a questioning tone.

“Sure, I will be looking forward to that! Have a safe trip home!” cheerfully said Penelope, already planning on getting the kid some candy. And finding out if he was allergic to anything, of course.

“Thank you, you too,” smiled Spencer before running off.

A couple of days and conversations (she found out he liked Doctor Who, reading, Lord of the Rings, sci-fi, fantasy, he wanted to be a profiler, his dad worked for the BAU and the two of them apparently knew David Rossi) before classes later, she saw him again. A few students were picking up on him, stole his messenger bag and were teasing him. Spencer was ignoring them and looked like he might have been dissociating.

“Hey, assholes, leave him alone! Do you want to end up like Brian?” Penelope yelled out, quickly coming over to them.

All three bullies froze up in fear.

“Give him back his bag and leave him alone,” she commanded.

They all started murmuring apologies and handed Spencer his bag back, before freeing the scene.

“They will pay for that, nobody bullies anyone under my watch,” muttered Penelope before focusing on the young boy.

“Hey, pup, are you okay?” she gently asked him.

Spencer shook himself off, behaviour not that dissimilar to a werewolf, wolf or a canine, and answered, “I- I think so. Thank you. You didn't need to do that. I- I wanted to do something, but couldn't…”

“Of course I had to do that, I consider you a friend. And I would do that even if I didn't. It's all right that you couldn't do anything, most people would probably respond in the same way. They shouldn't bother you again, and if they do, just tell me and I will deal with it. Do you want to tell the teachers?” softly asked Penelope.

“No, that's fine. I will just tell my dad and tell him you handled it. We can make a plan in case it ever happens again,” shook his head Spencer.

“Alright, are you okay with me blocking their social sites accounts for a day or two? Or do you have any other time limits in mind? And don't say I don't need to do that, they deserve some down time.”

“Two days?”

“Alright, we will compromise and make it three, if you are okay with that. Do you want some candy?” smiled Penelope.

“Okay. Yes, please,” agreed Spencer with a small smile.

“Alright, here you go. And we should get going, if we don't want to be late,” handed Penelope an unopened package to Spencer.

“Thank you,” responded Spencer.

After their two classes ended, Penelope was walking Spencer to where his dad was supposed to pick him up.

“Do you want to be taken somewhere? Or lunch?” he offered.

“No, that's alright, I don't want to bother you or your dad. Thank you.”

“That's not a bother, I'm sure dad wouldn't mind. Well, he said he would like to meet you, so he certainly wouldn't mind getting us lunch,” argued Spencer.

“Okay, we can try to ask him,” agreed finally Penelope.

Around a minute later, Spencer and Penelope spotted a dark SUV, next to which a tall dark-headed man in a suit with sunglasses on was standing.

Penelope was instantly hit by a werewolf feeling from him, which explained why she got that feeling from Spencer.

“Hi, dad!” yelped Spencer cheerfully, running over to the man and hugging him.

“Hi, how was school? Who is your friend?” asked the man with a smile, embracing Spencer for a moment before letting him go.

“Good. That's Penelope Garcia, I was telling you about her,” responded Spencer, before looking at Penelope.

“Penelope, this is my dad, Aaron Hotchner.”

“Glad to meet you, sir Hotchner,” greeted Penelope.

“Glad to meet you too, miss Garcia. Just Aaron is fine.”

“Okay, if you drop miss Garcia,” suggested Penelope.

Aaron nodded and asked, “Where would you like to go to eat?”

She knew werewolves were fiercely protective of their family and were quite prone to adopt strays, kids without families, but there was no harm in going out for lunch once, right? Especially since she was part of the Greek parthenon.

“And next up should be Derek, if I'm not mistaken,” ended Penelope her recollection.

“It doesn't seem like it worked out the way you thought it would,” commented Dean.

“Yes, but I like this outcome. It brought me family,” softly said Penelope before cheerfully speaking up, “Any other questions or may my resident co HR department harrasment speak?”

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Derek was having what could easily be one of the worst Saturdays of his life.

They had the Monday off and he was looking forward to spending the weekend relaxing in a cabin in a forest, but when he arrived there, he was caught in a trap by a witch who decided that his cabin would be good enough for her.

Right now, he was in a corner of his cabin with handcuffs, which were meant to cage his kind, on.

It was burning his arms, but he couldn't do anything except hiss curses quietly. As soon as he got out of this situation, he was using a spell to keep any intruders out.

A few seconds later, the witch came back with a squirming ferociously growling bag.

She opened a large cage, which she brought to his home and dropped the bag inside.

“Little bastard,” she muttered.

Just then, he noticed she had a bloody bite mark on her arm. It looked like the animal she brought bit her.

“What, hunting didn't go as planned?” he grinned.

“Shut up!” yelled the witch.

The growling grew louder and a larger wolf pup got out of the bag. Except Derek could tell it wasn't an ordinary wolf, but a human she cursed. Its fur was a brown color with black markings, mask and shadings disappearing into the other color.

Its ears were pinned down to its head and neck, raised hackles and it was snarling, even as its tail was tucked between the hind legs. The pup also looked like it was fighting the urge to cower.

“Oh, you too shut up. You will be lucky if your father decides to show up and pay for you,” responded the witch, smacking the top of the cage.

The pup jumped after her hand.

The witch grew disgusted and came over to another part of the cabin, sitting down next to a table, taking out a phone, calling someone and saying: “If you ever want to see that previous puppy of yours ever again, leave 10 000 dollars at a position I will send you by midnight. Otherwise I'm sure he will make a nice rug. If you really need that proof of life, you will be getting a text message with a photo.”

Then she quickly took a photo of the wolf in the cage, before going back to her phone.

She failed to notice the faintly glowing rainbow bracelet which appeared on one of the wolf's forelegs, most likely one the human had on before he got cursed.

All of his instincts were yelling to him that it was dangerous and to get out. This magic was older than the witch's or even of his own kind.

On the contrary, the wolf pup grew more calm, even if it didn't lose its aggressive body language, it wasn't as scared as before.

Then handcuffs with ancient Greek letters appeared on the hands of the witch along with a gag in her mouth and a woman with blond hair and colorful clothing came into his cabin through the door. Her eyes were faintly glowing in the same colors as the wolf's bracelet.

The woman spared the witch only a glare before snapping her fingers. The witch disappeared with a terrified expression.

The pup relaxed, wagging its tail and letting out a high pitched whine.

The woman turned her gaze at the wolf pup, giving it a soft smile and looking worried.

“Hey, sweetheart. Are you okay? Did she hurt you?” she asked.

The wolf shook its head and nosed at the bars with another whine.

“Alright, let's get you out of there and then let me take a look at you,” the goddess said, walking over to the cage, opening the doors and letting the puppy out. She examined him quickly, after which the pup jumped into the ladies arms.

“Oh, you are sooo cute,” she cooed with a smile.

The wolf let out a weak growl, glaring at her.

“The scariest little pup,” she muttered before adding, "Alright, your dad should be here in a few minutes, I will take care of this situation in the meanwhile and then we will figure this out, ok?” 

The puppy let out a yip. Then its ears perked up and it started wagging its tail again when they heard a car pulling into the driveway and someone was quickly making his way into the cabin.

The goddess let the wolf pup jump from her arms into the arms of a man in a suit, who slid down to sit on the floor after catching the wolf and started softly speaking to the wolf puppy and holding it close. Morgan recognised the man as Aaron Hotchner, the Unit Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, to which he submitted his application this week.

Then the goddess looked over at Derek. Her eyes were a more human color now.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“This is my cabin, that woman apparently decided it would be a way better option than paying rent. I was just hoping to enjoy a nice weekend in nature,” Derek answered, hoping he wouldn't be sent to wherever the witch was.

He didn't hurt the kid, and he never would have, so he was probably safe.

“She did seem a bit obsessed with the money, since she took Spence,” muttered the goddess.

“Would you be so kind as to release me?” he asked politely, hoping not to get sent off.

“Oh, oh my gods, right, I’m so so sorry, I forgot,” reacted the woman and with a wave of her hand, Morgan’s bindings disappeared.

“Thank you, o goddess of rainbows and messages,” he bowed before massaging his arms.

“There’s no need to be so formal, Derek Morgan. Hey, Aaron, do we want to stop by to get lunch before heading back home?” she asked.

“Derek Morgan?” titled his head Hotch, his glare pierced on Morgan.

He would have looked more intimidating if he didn’t have a sleeping wolf pup in his lap.

“Yes, sir, that is my name,” responded Morgan.

“Didn’t you write for a job offer at the BAU?”

“Yes, I did,” nodded Morgan.

“You might be getting a call on Monday,” informed Aaron.

And soon after that, he was left alone in his cabin, which was now warded against witches, with two business cards.

“How are you human right now?” asked Dean Spencer.

“Well, the curse was… The best translation would probably be conditional. The woman did not look up the translation of a curse she used, nor did she understand it properly, so I am able to freely change my form from a wolf to a person, but there is a time limit on when I’m unable to change forms after I use the ability. I’m also forced to change when it’s full moon, therefore I’m something like a werewolf, since there are stories of werewolves coming into existence by curses,” responded Reid.

"What?” reacted Dean.

“He’s kind of a werewolf thanks to the curse,” translated Emily.

“The fuck,” muttered Dean under his breath, wondering why were the FBI agents one of the weirder things they ever saw or met.

“Do we want to know what happened to that witch?” asked Sam.

“No, you probably don’t want to know. Also, now is JJ’s turn, if I’m not mistaken,” responded Penelope on the phone.

Emily turned to the blond woman who was sitting next to her with a curious expression, even though she already heard the story.

Chapter Text

JJ was walking through her university’s campus aimlessly until she stumbled across a sign before the library.

David Rossi was supposed to be reading from one of his books in ten minutes.

She didn’t have anything else to do, so she ended up going there, which was how she ended up about a year or so later with the BAU unit as the communication liaison.

The job was good, even if they didn’t have exactly predictable work hours and the cases sometimes got to her. It was nice to save people, even if one of her bosses was scary and she never saw him smile.

She was just going to knock on Hotchner’s office with a few files, when she noticed the door was open and there was a young boy (she was guessing he could be around fourteen or fifteen) in the room, with her boss nowhere to be found.

“Good morning,” the boy greeted her, looking up from a map and a few papers on the table before him.

“Hey, I’m JJ. What are you doing here?” warmly greeted JJ with a smile.

“Spencer Reid Hotchner. Dad brought me to work with him since it’s a bring your kid to work day. I figured I could help with something, since I was already here,” gestured the boy to the stuff on the table and invited her to sit down next to him.

“Oh, is Unit Chief Hotchner your dad? Do you know where he is? Does he know you are helping with cases?” she worriedly asked, taking the invitation and sitting down.

“Yes, he is. He had to go talk to Jason Gideon and Erin Strauss. I think he is aware of that, I let him know what I was going to do beforehand and Penelope was running the cases over with him for approval before printing them for me,” responded her boss’s son.

“Our technical analyst, Penelope Garcia?” asked JJ with raised eyebrows in surprise and confusion. 

“Yes, I don’t know any other Penelope’s. I think she joined the BAU about a week ago. Why are you looking for dad? He said he should be getting back in,” Reid Hotchner looked at a clock before speaking again, “about 3 minutes. Five, if he gets held back by Erin Strauss.”

“I have something related to work for him. Excuse me for asking, but how old are you?”

“Ah, cases? I am fourteen, but I will soon be fifteen. I already have a few PhDs and other degrees, though. I can also read 20 000 words per minute and have an eidetic memory,” the kid replied cheerfully.

“Yes. Wow, that’s amazing, your dad must be so proud of you,” smiled JJ.

“I am,” spoke up Aaron Hotchner from the doorway in which he appeared without making any noise. There was also a smile on his face. 

Huh, me and Morgan will have to pay up to Garcia, she thought. They were out for drinks one night and made a bet on whenever their boss could actually smile while on the job.

“Hey, how did the meeting go?” asked Spencer with a smile on his face.

“Overall good,” answered Hotch and then looked at JJ with a questioning expression, slightly tilting his head.

“I brought new case files, I think there is one that will require our presence. I got a call about it just a few minutes ago and they sent over the information,” she answered.

“What is it?” asked Hotch, while Spencer took a book out of his bag and started reading.

“Do you remember the bodies found in Cardaville State Forest? Another young boy was reported missing in Waldorf today when he left for school but didn’t arrive,” replied JJ.

Her boss’s face grew more serious at the news and he was quick to answer, “We will be there as soon as possible. Can you get Morgan and Gideon? I just need to let Penelope know she will be looking after Spencer and I will be on my way.”

JJ quickly nodded and headed out for the other agents. She took notice of Morgan’s shirt, since it differed from his usual clothing choices. It had a writing on it, which read: Support your local kidnapping wolves, and a drawing of a wolf holding a puppy in its mouth. She suddenly remembered she saw Penelope wearing the same shirt that morning, grinning at Hotch when she greeted him and he spotted the t-shirt.

Once they were in a car, Morgan called Hotch, since Gideon was driving.

“I will head to the forest to look at the crime scenes, I’m taking a search dog with me. Can you bring me something from the house later? Gideon, we already established the unsub probably has a home base somewhere in the forest, right?” Hotch spoke up.

“Sure, I will send Morgan over later. Yes, we did,” replied Gideon.

“You have Ree with you?” raised his eyebrows Morgan.

“Yes,” came a short reply from Hotch.

In the end, they quickly manage to find the unsub and the luckily still alive boy. JJ was standing outside the unsubs cabin, while Morgan and Gideon helped the police. Hotch came over to her, a quite large young wolf, or a wolfdog, given its color (which was the same as the puppy on Morgan’s shirt), walking next to him.

“Will he be alright?” asked JJ.

“With therapy, I think so. How are you?” he worriedly asked.

“I’m alright. Did you let Penelope and Spencer know when we are coming back? How are they doing?” 

The wolfdog sneezed, looking as if it found something funny and regretted something at the same time.

Hotch looked at it with worried expression, stroking its fur.

Few moments later, he looked at JJ and replied, “I’m going to call them on my way back, I will just talk to Gideon. Can you stay here with Ree?” 

“Of course,” nodded JJ, after which Hotch gone after the older FBI agent.

“Hey there,” she quietly greeted the dog, sitting down on the ground next to it.

The dog waved at her with one of it’s paws.

“When did you realize the wolf was the doctor?” asked curiosly Sam.

“Well, at that point I was suspicious, and then it became even more suspicious and “shapeshifting” seemed like the most probable,” answered JJ.

“Why did you let your kid help with the search?” asked Dean.

“If I didn’t, he would probably sneak into the car,” sighted Hotch.

Reid looked offended. He was planning that. And he remembered being told that inter-team profiling was against the rules when he joined (the rule fell apart veeery quickly).

“Alright, I have a turn in telling a tale now, can I speak?” asked Emily eagerly.

The rest of the people at the table nodded.

Chapter Text

“Why does mother keep inviting me to her social occasions regarding our family’s job or her regular job? Or any social occasions at all? I thought I let her know I don’t like hunters,” glared Emily at the offending invitation.

She just got home from the BAU and found the invitation in her mail.

Sergio flicked his tail. 

You could make fun of it and make her never invite you again, while at it, he suggested, before jumping off the table she was sitting by, going through her purse and jumping back up.

He dropped a card JJ gave her on her first day at work on top of the invitation, looking rather pleased with himself.

“No!” she yelped out immediately. 

What’s the matter? She seems to like you and she would probably like the opportunity to mess with people, he reasoned. He did visit the office with her a few times. Penelope got him a permit and a badge.

“What if she gets hurt? There will be my mother's friends! And mother! She could disown me at best!” rapidly shook her head Emily.

Well, she is of the elven kind and a media something. And there is no doubt in my mind that you would protect one another. On the matter of disowning, your mother probably wouldn’t say that publicly, and it would quickly make your problem with social occasions disappear, reasoned the cat.

Emily sighed, laying her head on the table in her hands.

“Stupid cat, stupid socializing occasions,” she started quietly muttering.

Sergio batted at her hair with a paw.

Come on, you’re usually more fun! If you won’t call her I will.

“Oh my god, why is my cat harassing me,” she sighed again, but she did get up from the table to get her phone. She could always fake her death and go to another country if things went wrong.

Sergio was looking at her with a very innocent expression.

“Alright, I admit, making fun out of her could be amusing. But if anything happens, I’m blaming you,” Emily muttered.

Sure, sure, whatever you want, responded Sergio.

Emily quickly dialed JJ’s number before she could change her mind.

“Hey, Emily, what’s going on?” immediately accepted the phone call JJ.

Emily lost her words for a few seconds. She luckily managed to find them before Sergio managed to steal her phone from her.

“Hi. Sorry if I’m bothering you, I just received an invitation from my mother for some social occasion and wanted to ask if you would be willing to make fun of all the participants and my family and join me for the event.”

“That’s okay. Sure, it sounds like fun. Can you send me a photo of the invitation? Do you want to talk about the plan tomorrow?" cheerfully replied the media liaison.

Tomorrow was Saturday, one of the very few days they had off (sometimes, lately they were on a case even over the weekend more often than not).

“Sure. Wanna talk it over brunch? I will be paying,” suggested Emily.

“Alright, just send the location and time and I will be there.”

Soon afterwards, they ended the call. Emily realized she had a smile on her face after she noticed Sergio was looking at her with a smug expression.

“Oh, shut up,” she sighed.

I didn’t say anything. By the way, dinner, said Sergio.

“You already had one.”

You didn’t. You need food, don’t you? 

“Alright, I’m going to make it now. Thanks,” Emily patted Sergio’s head, before going over to the kitchen.

The next day, Emily quickly dressed (more casually, taking on jeans and a shirt she received from Penelope shortly after joining the team, with a slogan Support your local kidnapping wolves and a wolf and a puppy on it).

Penelope herself, along with JJ and Morgan, had the same shirts. 

She faintly remembered seeing even Hotch in a shirt with the same print, on one of the team’s dinner nights (it was most likely only the alcohol and her imagination, though). 

Emily quickly drank a cup of coffee before heading out.

Good luck, purred Sergio.

“Thank you, stay safe,” answered Emily, quickly kissing his head on her way out.

When JJ saw which shirt Emily chose, she chuckled.

“What’s the plan?” she then asked after they ordered their food and drinks.

“Well, I would like to propose to you to join me in a pretend relationship to best Morgan and Garcia in their harassment. If you wish for a ring to go with that, it can be arranged," suggested Emily with a grin.

“So you want an elf woman to pretend to date you? Are you sure your mother’s heart can take it? Wouldn't we be charged with murder?” grinned JJ. 

“Yes. She did survive my teenage years, so she should be fine. Besides, we could get away with it or get a lawyer pretty easily,” nodded Emily thoughtfully.

The day of the event came quicker than she expected, and at the end of the night, she was returning to her apartment with JJ, since Emily’s place was closer. They were both still giggling about an incident which happened during the event.

Emily went to get her and JJ drinks and some creepy old blond guy used the opportunity to try to talk to JJ. Who terrified and unsettled him so much in two minutes, while Emily was coming back with drinks, that he was backing up from JJ, tripped and fell into a fountain.

“Did you see your mother's expression? I swear she thought of having us publicly defenestrated,” chuckled JJ.

“Well, there was a pool under the window and it was only like, three meters, it would be fine,” waved Emily her hand.

“I’m pretty sure Spencer would have statistics on that,” thoughtfully mumbled JJ as Emily unlocked the door and opened it for her.

“Thank you, my lady,” smiled JJ, walking inside.

Emily closed the door behind herself and bowed to JJ.

“You are welcome, my queen,” Emily replied.

“Did your mom disown you?” asked Dean, after Emily finished talking.

“No, not exactly, just yelled at me the next few days and made sure to not invite me again. However, I did gain a wife in the process,” smiled Emily proudly, looking at JJ.

“What did the HR think?” asked Sam.

“We do have Penelope and Derek on the team, so the HR fairly quickly gave up,” informed Spencer.

“Yes, even if it did involve paperwork and human sacrifices,” nodded Hotch with a deadly serious expression.

“What the hell,” muttered Dean barely audibly, the two brothers bewilderly looking at the BAU team and Charlie, who were all chuckling.

The Winchesters didn’t understand how they could be laughing at the fact that the BAU apparently sacrificed human beings for the sake of marriage! Were they all possessed?

“Christo,” spoke up Sam, already planning what they could do next if the theory was proven to be right.

Derek, JJ and Emily stared at him with murder in their eyes. And they all flinched at the same time.

Dean and Sam exchanged panicked looks, while David smiled, rolling his eyes at his team members, who were apparently still children. Meanwhile Charlie started giggling along with Derek, JJ, and Emily. They were soon joined by Spencer, who started chuckling, and Hotch, who was grinning at the brothers' reaction.