A/N: Welcome to Matt, Dave's protégé, bringing it back on the master.

I didn't envision this story being this long. But I'm enjoying writing it.

Chapter 5

Dave looked at Matt. "How you gonna handle that political bombshell?"

Matt looked at Dave. "The way you taught me. We give the evidence due diligence and follow our profile." Both of their tablets pinged with Kevin's updates.

"Make it so Number One," Dave smiled, pulling up his tablet. Matt shook his head.

Blackwolf looked at Matt. "Really? TNG?" he asked, pointing at Dave.

"I told you John," Matt said. "He's an old fart. A very useful, needed and loveable old fart by my kids' standards." John smiled. Matt looked at John. "And when the hell did you get a sense of humor?"

John smiled and then seriously looked at Matt. "Do we have enough for a search warrant?"

Matt shook his head. "It's circumstantial at best and pretty damn thin." Matt looked at Jose, nodding at him to get Tommy out of the room.

"Jose, talk to the desk sergeant. One of my officers will get Tommy home."

"Thanks John," Jose smiled, getting Tommy out of the conference room.

"Dave," Matt said. "How's your speed reading?"

"Good enough to tell you that Kevin is damn good. Lawford pinged three times in the Denver area when he was a student assistant. Lawford was fired all three times for allegations of inappropriate behavior with adolescent males."

"Is that enough?" John asked.

Matt shook his head. "I wish it wasn't oh dark thirty back home. I could call Abbey and get her read. Or Hotch's. But I'd have to say no."

"Wait a minute Matt," Dave said. "The prior behavior is spot on with our profile."

Matt looked at Rossi. "Dave, you're telling me point blank, without reservation, that you think Lawford is our unsub?"

"You don't?" Rossi quickly questioned back.

John looked at Matt. "I agree Dave." He looked at Blackwolf. "But prior allegations, of which he was never charged and our profile I don't think is going to cut it with a federal judge. We need more."

Jose walked back into the room. "How about the small DNA sample we got off the second victim?"

"We still need clear cut evidence to get a DNA swab from Lawford, for less a search warrant of his computer," Matt said. "There is not a judge in the world that will do that without some hard evidence. A defense lawyer would kill that in a second." Blackwolf looked at Matt. "I'm married to a US Assistant District Attorney."

"I agree," Dave said. "And my first advice would be to stake out that A-B-C statue on the playground at the school. That seems to be where he gets off on the boys. But we can't do that without Creswell."

"I can," Jose said. Dave, Matt and Blackwolf looked at him. "The hell with him." The three looked at him more closely. "If I lose my job over getting this SOB, so be it."

John smiled at him. "Jose, my directive in running this tribal police force has never said I have to hire all Apache officers. I'll hire you in a second."

Matt looked at Jose. "Gotta an idea of a place where Dave and I can skulk around your stakeout Detective?" he smiled. Dave looked at Matt. "Dave, we're following a lead, brought in legitimately by federal law enforcement." Matt said, nodding at John. Rossi looked at Matt. "If the good local detective allows us to be a part of his investigation, I don't see a problem." Rossi looked at him. "Dave, we're here on a federal case. What's the BAU mantra?"

Dave smiled. "To support local law enforcement."

"Let's go guys," Jose said.

Matt and Dave pulled out their Kevlar from their go bags and headed towards the door following Jose out. Matt stopped and turned. "John, my tactical assessment is to lock down any possible way into that grid from Terra Mesa," Matt said, pointing at the map. "It's Apache land. You can do that."

"On it Cob," John said.

-00CM00-

Twenty minutes later, Jose pointed out his vehicle window for Matt and Dave to park in a back lot of the school property. Matt pulled into the lot and cut the SUV's lights. He and Dave watched Jose make a swing around the playground.

Dave's cell pinged with a call. "It's Jose," Dave said to Matt. "What's up Jose?" putting the call on speaker.

"God damnit," Jose said. "I've got Lawford in the playground with a kid."

"Easy Jose," Matt said. "I don't like it anymore than you. But we've got to catch him in the act."

"Judas Priest Cob! He just pushed the kid's head against the statue. And he's pulling down the kid's pants."

"Jose, let him open up his own pants and then hit the lights and siren. Dave and I have your back. We're on the move," Matt said, speeding the SUV out of the parking lot.

Jose followed Matt's advice. Thirty seconds later, he shouted into his cell. "The kid swatted away Lawford's cock, kicked him in the shin and is on the run," Jose excitedly said.

"Get the kid and preserve the evidence on the kid's hand at all cost," Dave said as Matt sped the SUV towards the playground. "We've got Lawford." Dave pointed. "There Matt." Lawford was running in the opposite direction, pulling up his pants.

"Got him," Matt said, zooming around a corner of the park to the point where Lawford was running away from the statue. Matt ground the SUV to a halt at another corner of the park as Lawford ran for the same corner.

Dave sprang out the passenger door and leveled his service weapon. "John Lawford. FBI. Give me a reason."

Matt dove out his door and ran around the backside of the SUV backing Dave, weapon pulled. "Give it up Lawford. Get down on your knees and cry to us how sick you are. We know your profile."

Lawford got down on his knees, putting his hands in the air. "Then you know how really sick I am." Dave got to him and pulled down an arm, putting his handcuff on Lawford's wrist. He grabbed the second arm and hooked up Lawford. "Ouch," Lawford cried. "Why so tight?"

Matt looked at Dave who nodded. Matt lowered his weapon. "Don't give me the sick crap. You didn't need to kill those boys," Matt said, pulling Lawford off the ground. "That makes you the sickest SOB of all. The boys in the prison yard will have fun with you."

"I'll tell you all..," Lawford said.

"Shut the fuck up," Matt growled. Dave read him his rights as Matt shoved him into the back seat of the SUV. "You killed three boys. There's no Club Fed for you."

Dave buckled the seatbelt around Lawford and looked at him. "There's just a needle. Welcome to living in Arizona." Dave slammed the door shut.

Jose pulled up next to them with the kid in his squad car. He got out and looked at Dave and Matt. "I'm a detective. I always have a DNA swab kit with me," Jose said. "Rafael was more than happy to help out."

Dave looked at Matt. "Now Matthew," Dave said. Matt hit a cellphone button.

"AT Turner," he heard.

"Hey Turner. It's Cob. Kevin please. Now preferably."

"Got it Cob."

Kevin answered ten seconds later. "Cob?"

"Hey Kevin. Dave and I just need the federal judge. But don't wake her or him. Tomorrow morning works."

"Sir, I take it you got the bastard," Lynch said.

"You take that correctly Agent Lynch," Matt said.

"Awesome sir," Lynch said. "But I need to fill you on something more."

"Kevin?" Matt asked, putting his cell on speaker.

"Sir, Morgan's team wrapped up their case two hours ago. They're getting some sleep before booking it back to DC early this morning."

Matt looked at Dave. "Hotch having trouble with his case?"

"Mucho sir, with politicos all over it." Matt and Dave shook their heads.

Matt looked at Dave. "Call Angie," he said to Dave. Dave pulled out his cellphone. "Kevin, send the federal prosecutor to Blackwolf. Dave and I are getting the jet rolling to get back to DC."

"Got it sir," Lynch said.

"Thanks Kevin." Matt ended the call and looked at Vasquez. "The murders happened on your turf. He's yours." Matt nodded at Vasquez's unmarked squad car. "You've got Rafael in there. We'll get Lawford to your house. But Jose, we've got to let a federal prosecutor know since we were called in by John."

"I get it Cob," Jose smiled.

Matt looked at Dave ending his call. "Angie says it will take two hours to get us airborne."

"Sounds good to me," Matt said. "We get Lawford to Jose's place. Then head out to John's, get our stuff and head to the airport." He looked at Jose. "Do you have enough to get him arraigned with the evidence you have?"

"With Rafael's statement?" Jose said. "Plenty. The DNA confirmation will help."

"Send that DNA to the Bureau lab in Phoenix," Matt said. "I'll get that a priority. That said Jose you'll have to wait a day or two for Dave's and my field reports. Can you live with that?"

"You feebs get me my DNA match and I'll wait a week," Jose smiled. He looked at Matt and Dave. "I'll get Rafael in the side door at the station. Intake for custody is at the back of the building. I'll let one of the night staff officers know. They're the good guys." Matt and Dave smiled at him.

Matt started to move around the SUV to the driver side door looking at Rossi. "Hello? AT Turner? Rossi here. Get me Kevin." Rossi looked at Matt. "I'm driving Big Dog. You're making phone calls."

"Right," Dave said, hitting a speed dial on his cell. Dave and Matt got into the vehicle together with Dave's cell ringing.

Matt rubbed Rossi's shoulder. "I'm getting tired too Big Dog," he smiled.

An hour later, Matt and Dave walked into the Terra Mesa Apache Reservation police building. Blackwolf met them at the door. Matt and Dave updated him on everything, including the DNA match going to the Bureau lab in Phoenix and a federal prosecutor calling him in the morning. "Does Creswell know?"

Matt smiled. "Not before we left."

John looked at him. "Was Creswell covering for the mayor?"

Dave shook his head. "I doubt that John. If, and big if, the mayor knew about his son's pedophilia, I doubt he'd share that with the police chief." Dave looked at Blackwolf. "He's just a racist sonafabitch."

Matt smiled at Blackwolf. "Which you already knew." Blackwolf smiled.

Matt got serious. "John, Dave and I have to book our asses back to DC. Hotch and his team need help. Morgan and his team, on a couple hours of sleep are already heading there in a couple of hours east coast time. I'll give you the same promise I gave Jose. You'll have Dave's and my field reports in a day or two."

John looked at the two senior BAU agents. "No good meal, drinking and gambling tonight?"

Dave shook his head. "Don't rub it in."

Blackwolf smiled. "I get it. You have one helluva team and you support each other. I'm good with the timeline on the reports. Please give Hotch my thanks for sending you two out here."

Matt smiled at him. "Thank Section Chief Cruz." Blackwolf looked at him. Matt laughed. "Dave and me dealing with a racist police chief? In addition, the gambling and drinking? Aaron's worst nightmare." Blackwolf laughed.

"I think Emily and JJ might beg to differ with that," Dave smiled. Blackwolf smiled, remembering the ladies of the BAU after their last case in Terra Mesa.

"Especially Emily," Matt winked at Dave. Dave broadly smiled. Blackwolf looked at Matt. Matt smiled at John. "Em tried to keep up with Dave and me one night in Vegas after a case."

"What was she thinking?" John laughed.

Dave and Matt gathered up their electronics and put them in their briefcases. They got their Kevlar vests back in their go bags along with their weapons.

John smiled. "Thank you both for coming out," he said, shaking Dave's hand.

"Any time John," Dave smiled.

Blackwolf looked at Matt. "Thanks Colonel America," he smiled.

Matt smiled, tapping Blackwolf's muscled bicep. "Thanks for not giving me the fortune cookie comment you did Aaron." He looked Blackwolf in the eye. "I would have smoked your ass."

Blackwolf roared with laughter, rubbing Matt's shoulder. "Tell the kids hello for me," John smiled.

"Will do," Matt smiled, shaking John's hand.

Four hours later, as Angie and Jace started their decent into the DCA regional airspace, Matt's cell buzzed with a text. Matt woke up from his sleep and looked at it. Dave propped an eye open.

My team doesn't need the cavalry. We're done as well. Thank you all for your diligence and hard work. Three wins in less than two days with split teams is a proud moment for the BAU. All of you get home to bed. Garcia and Lynch are already out the door. See you in the office tomorrow.

Morgan, Emily and Tara on their jet smiled at each other reading the text. "That is huge," Morgan said.

"Hotch is right," Emily added. "That's a first for the BAU."

"One to be damn proud of," Tara said.

Morgan pointed at her with a tired smile and started a text. "Derek?" Emily asked.

"Come on Em, I gotta know," he said. She and Tara looked at him. "The Big Dogs? With that case?" Morgan hit the send button.

His cell pinged a minute later. Morgan read the text from Hotch and laughed, sliding his cell across the jet table to Emily and Tara. It was the usual Big Dog road show. They stepped on a few toes but didn't break any. I have zero fires to put out. Blackwolf sent me a text, LHAO about how they handled the police chief. "Best comedy act I've seen in years."

"That's the Big Dogs," Emily smiled. Morgan pointed at her with his smile.

"Time out," Tara said. "Hotch knows LHAO?"

Morgan and Emily smiled. "Tara, he's got a fourteen year old son," Emily said.

"Right," Tara smiled. Morgan and Emily shared a laugh together.

On the other BAU jet getting close to home, Matt smiled at Dave. "Aaron?" Dave asked. Matt nodded. Dave smiled. "Hotch and the kids brought their case home."

Matt smiled. "We're not shaving. And all the team is heading home to bed."

"I like those kind of texts," Dave smiled.

Matt pounded out a quick text. Dave looked at him. "Please tell me you just chewed Aaron's ass to get home as well."

Matt nodded at Dave. "You're buying breakfast at Perkins," he smiled. Matt's cell buzzed with a text. "Aaron too," Matt added.

"My pleasure Matthew," Dave smiled, shutting his eyes.

-00CM00-

Later that night, as Matt and Aaron were grilling burgers and hot dogs on Dave's patio with Dave naturally supervising, Matt's cell buzzed with a text. Matt looked at it and smiled. "It's from John," he said, reading it to them.

Quick update Matt. Terra Mesa mayor resigned. Interim mayor fired Creswell. Jose acting chief and wants the job.

"Gotta like that," Dave smiled at Matt. They clinked beer bottle necks.

Jack stuck his head out door. "What's taking so long? We're hungry and Aunt Hayden says everything else is ready."

"One more minute buddy," Aaron said. "I'm burning the hotdogs for you and the Irish dummy."

Jack smiled. "Only way to have them, right Uncle Matt?"

"You got it Jack," Matt smiled back, putting the burgers into the pan Dave was holding.

Aaron looked at Matt and Dave. "Thank you both. You two did a helluva job," he smiled.

"And we didn't give you a fire to put out," Dave smiled back.

"I'm shocked," Aaron laughed.

"Don't be Aaron," Matt said. "I would have got your ass chewing." Aaron and Dave pointed at him with a laugh.

Matt shook his head with his smile. "Let's eat. I'm hungry too." The Three Musketeers headed into the kitchen.

A few days later, John Blackwolf proudly smiled reading Colin's report via email. Abbey had sent along a picture of the three kids and Wilma with the report.

-00CM00-

Five weeks later, Section Chief Cruz pulled one of the glass doors of the BAU open and walked in. All the agents noticed him walking into the center of the bullpen. Emily, Kevin and Penelope walked in the side door. Aaron, Dave and Matt came down the steps from their upper tier of offices.

"Agents. May I have your attention," Cruz said. He looked around. "Everyone shut your damn phones off. They can deal without us for ten minutes." The agents in the bullpen did as he asked, looking around at each other with questions. JJ, Tara and Reid were part of that parade. CSU Agent Gina Sharp came in the door.

Cruz looked around. "Agent Anderson. Front and center."

Anderson came around his desk and joined Cruz in the middle of the bullpen. Morgan quietly opened the glass doors, holding the infant seat bearing Brian Joseph Anderson Junior with his Morgan usual wide smile. He held the door open to let in Julia, Anderson's wife, carrying their two-year-old daughter Olivia. Morgan rubbed Julia's shoulder following her in.

Beth, Abbey and Hayden quietly entered through the side door to join their husbands. Jack Garrett and his team came in the door after them.

Cruz looked at Anderson. "Agent," he smiled. "This is where your supervisory agent takes over."

Matt walked into the center of the bullpen next to Cruz. "Agent Anderson, I need your credentials," Matt smiled. The entire bullpen light up with smiles, knowing what was coming.

Matt took Anderson's credentials and pulled it out. He stuck it in his suit pants' pocket and read Anderson's commendation, including citing Brian's idea of working with Monty to handle the tech staff. "Congratulations Senior Special Agent Anderson," Matt smiled, handing Brian his new credentials, shaking his hand.

#####

A/N: To quote Reid…Yuppp. That's how I rock and roll. And loved writing this. With a little personal hiccup I had that makes this a President's Day holiday story for my OK Teach proofreader's time off instead of the MLK holiday I first envisioned. Life handed me lemons. It took me a couple of weeks and two dear friends to kick my arse. And then I made lemonade. And started writing again.

Just an FYI on Anderson. He may have joined the BAU at the Agent level. I'd like to think after 15 years, somewhere along the line he was promoted to Special Agent. This would be the next step for him.

TNG is Star Trek: The Next Generation. Sorry. CBS All Access got me hooked on Picard. And yes, it's that damn good. "Feebs" is LEO lingo for the FBI. DCA regional airspace is the airspace around Washington D.C.

Thank you everyone for the favorite and following alerts. And just reading. I appreciate that so much.

Thanks again OK Teach!

A big shout out to my Dutch Delight and TKDTheElders. Yeah. They were the ones that kicked my butt.

And on that, I'm taking a break. TKDTheElders and her hubby once again offered to open their home to me. I'm out for a long weekend that started today. This chapter posted from their home. And why it's a bit early. I'm going to enjoy my first evening with them. Wonderful food and cocktails will be involved. See ya all sometime in March.

*scratches head* Isn't baseball spring training in March?

*Knightly bow*