I HAVE UPDATED THIS CHAPTER TO FIX SOME MISTAKES SO MAKE SURE YOU REREAD IT TO UNDERSTAND!

Okay, so this is my first fanfic for Criminal Minds. I love absolutely everything about the show. I want to try and convey the connections I see between Aaron Hotchner and David Rossi. Plus, with all the rest of the team as well. This story will be told from their point of view mostly to make it easier to write. Things in single quotes ' ' are what the character is thinking.

Oh, and, in this story, Hotch's mother had remarried and Hotch had a step father. It's AU just because and a change of Hotch's past, so I just thought I'd let ya know!

Shout outs will be given to those of you who review! Between school and my puppies updates will usually be 1 to maybe 2 chapters a day. On occasion more if I'm able!

Disclaimer: I don't own CM sadly. Duh! The power to own CM would be equal to like, 9 atomic bombs! (Virtual hugs to whoever can figure out what movie this fragmented sentence is from!)

Without further ado, I give you my story. I hope you enjoy. Criticism, however critical, is welcome. I'm a serious young writer who wants to improve her ability!

Childhood is a promise that is never kept ~ Ken Hill

It had happened in less than a blink of an eye. One minute I'd been chasing the Unsub and the next everything was pitch black. Dr. Tate Rayners was known as the 'Youthinater.' He was a mad scientist that had created a de-aging serum. To test this serum he'd captured a number of test subjects and tested them. It didn't work on the first three, and thankfully the team and I had arrested him before he could continue on the last four of his victims.

But he had gotten to one person. And that person was me.

I was in the hospital now, in a private room it seemed. I was hooked up to the usual IV and respirator. I ached all over from head to toe and I couldn't begin to fathom lifting any of my limbs. I groaned, inwardly because my throat was as dry as the Sahara. I wondered where the team was, if they were okay, if they'd caught the guy and put him in a prison cell. I looked across the room to the clock that hung on the wall. It was 3:00 a.m. How long had I been here?

Hinges whined as I assumed that someone was coming into my room. I wanted to know what happened to me, my team, and why I was here. I just ached; I didn't think that needed medical attention.

"Well, hello Aaron. How're we feeling?" It was a female nurse, and her nametag read Christine Matthews. She was an older plump woman with silvering hair. She talked to me as if I were a little kid. Couldn't she see I was a thirtyish year old man? "You're father's right outside. Would you like to see him?"

'My father? My father died when I was ten? And my step father, let's just say if he came in here I'd have my peice to his forhead...' I wasn't sure if this was some kind of joke or if this lady was serious. So, I just nodded.

She turned and opened the door a crack. "Mr. Rossi, your son would like to see you now."

'Rossi? Rossi's not my father? I have to be dreaming…'

Rossi came into view a few moments later. His clothes were crumpled as if he'd been laying somewhere. I guess he was waiting for me…

"Hey, bambino! I'm so glad you're awake! How are you feeling?" His expression changed from mirth to concern in a second. Bambino? Isn't that Italian for baby? I definitely have to be dreaming… He sidled over to the bed and ruffled my hair. What the…

"Okay…" My voice sounded raspy and….childlike? Okay, I wanted to know what was going on here, and I wanted to know now. "Wh-what's going on here?"

"Well, you're dad here brought you to the hospital because he said you fell out of a tree. You hit your head pretty hard he said. You have a slight concussion." The nurse was talking in that baby voice again, though her expression read surprise. It was very annoying. "But you should be okay to go home soon. How does that sound?"

I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything. I just turned to Rossi. He had a grim expression on his face. He smiled sadly and sat in a chair next to the bed.

"I will leave you two alone now. Okay? Just holler if you need anything." Christine smiled before exiting. My head snapped to David.

"What is going on here, Rossi?"

The Italian shook his head. He sighed and then rubbed the palms of his hands down his denims.

"It was the Unsub. You tailed him down an alley. We radioed you from somewhere still in the building but you didn't respond. That's when we found you. Like this…"

I finally decided to look down at myself. I was…a kid! 'No, this can't be happening. I must have had one too many with the guys…'

"I know what you're thinking, Aaron. And before you drive yourself crazy, let me just say, that this is real. You aren't dreaming. It worked on you. We don't know how, but it did. Reid's trying to figure that out. Until he can come up with some kind of…cure for this, the team and I have decided that you'll being staying with me." Rossi rubbed his knuckles down his thighs.

"But, Rossi just because I'm…what am I exactly 4?"

"That's what the doctors seem to think, and that's what I told them."

"Right, just because I appear physically to be 3, doesn't mean I can't take care of myself!" I knew I sounded whiney and immature and the lisp in my voice making my c's and s's sound like t's wasn't helping, but the look on Rossi's face was extremely agitating. I couldn't bring myself to lower my voice an octave, or even calm down a little. I felt…tears come to my eyes. I just wanted to know why I felt this way. Now I knew how Jack felt when he didn't get his way.

"Look, Aaron. You're tired, I'm tired, and there's no way that a three year old who lives alone in Virginia suburbia is going to look normal to anyone. So, you can either cooperate, or not. But I suggest you do."

I crossed my arms and sighed. I didn't like the authority Rossi was so sure he possessed over me. I was going to have to show him I didn't need mollycoddling. But with Rossi it'd be certifiably hard. He was Italian and with his stubbornness most matters were not easy to persuade him in. He was almost as bad as Morgan. But if I could deal with him, I could deal with Dave.

"I know that look in your eyes, Aaron. You're not going to convince me. You are at the moment, what, a little over 2 feet tall and you think you can care for yourself? It'll be snowball in heck if you think I'm leaving you on your own." I truly did not like the tone of finality I heard in his voice. I wasn't going to win this battle, but I was going to make sure that he didn't win the impending war.

"Alrighty, Aaron. Looks like you'll be staying with me until this blows over." He pulled out a bag of what I assumed was clothes. It was a Spiderman shirt with blue jeans and a pair of miniature converse high-tops. There was also a pair of Spiderman socks and matching underwear, even a jacket. I was not wearing that.

"Just because I'm staying with you doesn't mean I have to listen to you, nor does it mean I have to like it. And it doesn't mean I'm wearing that. I'm still your boss." I glared at the clothes in disgust.

"Of course." I could tell by the look in the man's eyes that he wasn't planning on considering my proposal. "But we wouldn't want to disappoint JJ now would we? And I don't think you'll want to be seen in public with nothing but a hospital gown on. Besides, you're not wearing underwear, Aaron."

Just great…

Criminal Minds

A/N I'm not sure how well I portrayed Aaron Hotchner in the adult turned child aspect, but I hope I did well! If the characters seem a little OOC it's because I'm a little rusty with my writing! Read and review! You know you want to! Hey that rhymes!

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