This is a bit of rubbish I wrote when I should have been revising! I know its bad but it may get better so please bear with me, I know the end is bad but its 11 at night so I can't do much better. Please read and review I would love to hear your thoughts :) Idril xxx

"Go to sleep, kid." I practically begged Jack as the pain in my legs from crouching by his bed during the long winded goodnight ritual reached a new peak. I 'd spent the last hour and a half reading countless stories and singing random songs that came into my head, usually half complete ditties that meant I had to spend an hour afterwards googling them all to check who had written them and what the lyrics were. After all he had been through I could hardly moan but sometimes I wished I'd got my hands on an easier kid. Then I felt hideously guilty; I guessed this was what parenting was like.

"One more song." He whispered tiredly. I grinned as I realised we were nearly there; I decided to finish it off quickly with his favourite.

"Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques,
Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines
Ding dang dong, ding dang dong. "

When I stood up to leave and he made no protest I realised I'd done it. Such a small victory and yet I relished in it. Man, I needed a life. When I'd come here I'd thought it would be easy but Jack was testing all my boundaries. I'd needed the money; my family couldn't afford to send me to college especially to study philosophy.

If I'm wasting fifty thousand dollars on your education I want it to be in something that will get you a good job afterwards. As my Father had so graciously put it.

That's not the point, you should go for the knowledge, it's its own reward. Needless to say I lost which was why I'd started looking for something that would pay more than the few hours of dance teaching I'd been offered. So I'd found Aaron and Jack; he gave me a roof over my head and a decent wage all for what I'd considered at the time to be child's play.

I could remember the interview as if it was yesterday; walking into the house before sitting at the oak table opposite the strict looking Aaron Hotchner. He looked to be in his forties with a thick head of dark hair and a dress shirt and tie that reminded me somewhat of an old teacher I'd had. Not that I would ever offer him this opinion; he'd once told me that he could kill a man without a gun. He'd begun asking me awkward questions that my brain refused to help me answer:

"So why do you want the job?" Aaron asked as we sat at his kitchen table.

"Well." I paused as every good response I had was blown out my mind. "I'm good with children... and... well, its close to the college so I can study and look after Jack... and... and... I like kids." I finished feebly before putting my head in my hands. "Look, I might not have the kind of qualifications that all those others have but I'm going to try really hard to be the best nanny you'll ever find."

"That's all I can ask." He smiled at me, making me feel more comfortable. "What are you going to be studying?"

"Philosophy."

"I know someone who's stating it. He works with me, his name's Spencer."

"I thought when you went to work that was it for studying?"

"He likes studying. I could introduce you to him; members of the team are often around here."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" I grinned at him hoping I was right in my assumption.

"Shall I show you your room kid?" He said as he stood up with a smile on his face.

"Thank you, thank you!" I squealed before throwing my arms around him.

It had been six weeks since I'd moved in and my course started tomorrow which worried me greatly. It wasn't just the usual start of term nerves but the idea of how I would cope with the young boy and all the work I'd be expected to do. I'd manage, I told myself forcefully as I tiptoed downstairs to make myself a steaming cup of coffee to compose myself. Aaron was late again but I didn't really mind too much, at least I got the house to myself. Just as the thought came into my mind the door opened and I could hear loud laughter as several people entered the house. Panic flashed through my mind as I thought of another ninety minutes with Jack trying to coax him into sleep.

"Aaron." I hissed as I shoved my head around the door to be confronted by several agents getting out of their coats. His eyes met mine before looking upstairs.

"How long?" He mouthed at me, I held up four fingers to symbolise the four minutes I'd been downstairs. He gave me an apologetic look before motioning to the others to follow him into the living room. I was already heading through the living room to the kitchen as I congratulated myself on a crisis averted when I could clearly hear the loud whisper from one of his agents:

"Wow, I can see why you hired her; I mean doing it with the nanny has to be up there with a school teacher as the ultimate fantasy."

"Morgan!" Aaron growled as they made their way into the living room. "It's barely legal!"

"Coffee?" I ask as they all followed me through into the kitchen.

"We bought take out. Something to apologise for staying out so late again."

"Its fine, I was thinking that I could save up all these extra hours for my trip to Brazil." I grinned at Aaron who rolled his eyes.

"You're a smooth operator kid. Let me guess you're leaving with her, Reid?"

"If I can." The man he'd called Reid looked up from where he'd sat down at the table. He looked a few years older than me with curly brown hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing a dress shirt that was pushed up passed his elbows; revealing bony arms and long hands.

"This is Spencer Reid. I told you about him, he's doing philosophy too." I smiled and shook his hand.

"Marley, it's nice to meet you." He smiled and returned the compliment. Aaron continued to introduce me to the rest of his team, when we came to Derek Morgan I recognised his voice as the one who had decided I should be Aaron's fantasy; that was so wrong! He was old enough to be my Father for crying out loud! So I decided to get my own back. Instead of shaking his hand I took a step forward to whisper in his ear although still loudly enough for the others to hear, all the while pressing myself lightly against him. I could feel his body tightening in shock.

"Just so you know, I'm 22 so I'm all legal and if you every feel like getting together some time..." I paused, allowing the sentiment to sink in as I gently ran a hand over his shirt. "Then go fuck yourself, Honey, or Aaron because he's not getting any of this either. Got that pretty boy?" I tapped him gently on the cheek before turning and taking a seat beside Spencer who grinned at me.

"Touché, Kid. Although for the record, Reid's the pretty boy around here." I smiled, enjoying being around these people. I began an in depth conversation with Spencer about philosophy as we ate, he certainly was as clever as Aaron had promised me, often topping me with complex arguments that I'd never even considered. Spencer was like no one I'd ever met before, he easily got lost in complex theories using his hands to articulate wildly a point, his eyes gleaming as knowledge spilled from his mouth. I'd all but forgotten we were in a room full of other people, our dinners were growing cold in front of us; all I could think about was Spencer and his theories that left me breathless. I only stopped staring at Spencer when laughter broke my revere, then I was back in Aaron's kitchen with his team staring at us, all smiling and sharing side long glances.

"You two are so cute together. Spence you've found the ying to your yang." Penelope (I think that was her name?) grinned at us, I cast a sidelong glance at Spencer whose face was even beating mine in the scarlet scale.

"We... we were talking about stuff... for class." I wonder why he stuttered when he was telling them the truth; we weren't clever enough to have a code so we could get off with each other over dinner (well I wasn't and you'd need two of us to tango).The idea made me glow even brighter and I busied myself with eating my now cold food.

"You should give her a lift in, Reid, maybe go for coffee after?" Garcia asked hopefully, her eyes dancing.

"Garcia!" Aaron warned, giving me an apologetic look.

"How are you getting in?" Spencer asked quietly as he twirled his fork thoughtfully.

"Bus." I shrugged indifferently, I liked public transport and even if I didn't I had no other choice. There was no chance I could afford a car.

"I could always drop by and pick you up?" He offered as he continued to stare at his plate.

"If you wouldn't mind that would be great."

"I'll pick you up at 7." He kept his face down as he spoke, I guess he knew that his workmates were grinning like lunatics and sharing nudges. Even with his hair falling into his face, obscuring my view, I could tell that he was blushing. I turned my body to face him, effectively blocking out the other agents so that it was just him and me.

"Thanks Spencer." I smiled and gently put a hand on his shoulder. He stared at it for a minute, looking increasingly worried about the contact. I quickly retracted my hand; feeling increasingly worried that I'd scared off my lift. "Don't like being touched much, huh?"

"I think it's important that we all have our personal space."He agreed.

"You'd be great at looking after a five year old! The only time he leaves my personal space is if he's asleep." I laugh and Spencer smiled at me. He had the hint of a dimple in one cheek that made him all the cuter. Cuter, where did that come from? I mean I'd barely known him five minutes and here I was day dreaming about how soft his lips must be. Obviously only having Jack to hang around with, with the occasional appearance from Aaron, was beginning to affect me. Aaron handed us all pie for dessert, mine and Spencer's were the only ones that had strawberries on top. I looked at Aaron curiously.

"I'm worried about your diet; seriously the only person that has more sugar in their coffee than you is Spencer. Jack's attached to you now so I can't let you die from heart disease and it seems the only way to stop that is by sneaking your five a day into dessert." I grin at him, purposely eating around the fruit.

"I'm only 22; I'm not going to die from heart disease." I say between mouthfuls.

"My Dad had a heart attack at 47." Aaron countered.

"I thought that was stress?" Spencer interjected.

"Probably the stress of looking after you, you're hardly an easy person to live with Aaron." I felt the others look at me in shock. I guess we had a different work relationship than they did because we lived together; after all the looks on their faces told me they were waiting for him to yell at me. Aaron had never yelled at me, sure his sense of humour was dry as crackling and he was a bit trigger happy when it came to unsubs but he loved his son and I kept Jack safe for him. "Are you guys scared of him?"

"Not scared." Morgan started. "I just appreciate life a bit more than you do."

"I guess after seeing someone in their birthday suit they don't scare you any more." I shrugged before grinning at Aaron who rolled his eyes at me.

"I really should get that bathroom lock sorted." He agreed. The others shared shocked looks at what I guess was the difference between their boss and mine.

"Who are you Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde? I want Marley's boss he sounds nicer." Morgan laughed.

"You're just jealous that I've seen him naked. You seem like a bit of a sex addict." I joke, beginning to relax around the others. Morgan looked like he was about to retort when a little voice interrupted us. We all turned, shocked to look at the small, dark haired child standing in the doorway.

"Jack." Aaron put his arms out to the young boy who instantly ran forwards and curled up on his Father's lap.

"There's a monster in my closet. Like in the movie." He whimpered, damn I really shouldn't have shown him Monster's Inc this afternoon. I felt Aaron's eyes on me but was too scared to look up; suddenly I understood what it was like to be faced with an angry agent Hotchner after something went wrong out on the field.

"What movie?" Came the angry, cold voice. I gulp and keep my eyes focused on my half eaten dessert.

"We watched a kid's film earlier that had monsters in. It was a nice film; the monsters were good." I tried desperately to keep my voice from breaking but after the ominous comments from earlier I felt frightened.

"Sounds like a great movie to show a five year old." The same cold voice. "Come on Buddy lets get you back to bed." He had a kinder tone for Jack as he tried to pick him up but the boy scrambled off his lap and onto mine.

"I want Marley to come too." He snuggled against me. I stared down at the small child in his Buzz Light-year pyjamas, cuddling his favourite teddy- a lion called Rooster for some unknown reason. I risked a peak at Aaron whose face had softened somewhat.

"I'm sure poor Marley has had enough after putting you to bed earlier."

"But she does it better than you. She sings and does all the voices on the stories." He pouted slightly as he looked desperately at me. I hated those puppy dog eyes.

"Fine but you're going straight down; I'm not spending another ninety minutes on my knees. Don't say anything Morgan." I growled as I saw his face light up.

"Daddy, can you check my room first." Aaron rolled his eyes at me but gave me a small smile as if to tell me that we were ok again before getting up to check for monsters. "Marley, sing to me." He demanded as he leaned against my chest. I try to think of something nice but my heart is still racing after Aaron's anger. It had waned as soon as it had come but that cold voice still cut into me.

"That was the first time wasn't it?" Morgan asked looking at me kindly. "Don't sweat it; the first time Hotch gets angry is the worse."

"Yeah, he makes you feel like you're the only who has ever let him down. You feel about this tall." Spencer held up his thumb and forefinger leaving a tiny gap between the two.

"Wow, we should start a club. The Aaron Hotchner abuse society."

"I'm not that bad am I?" Aaron asked as he walked back into the room. He looked happier than before even though he must have heard every word we said about him.

"He doesn't mind." Prentiss said as if reading my mind. "He once asked us to name his worst qualities; he knows we think he's a drill sergeant."

"I knew I shouldn't have let her near you guys. You'll give her ideas."

"Hey, we weren't the ones that showed you're son saw."

"Morgan!" I hissed. "It was a cartoon! And at the end they started making children laugh instead of scaring them."

"I did like Sully." Jack agreed tiredly.

"See Aaron, he liked Sully." Aaron laughed at me before leaning down to pick up his son.

"Just stick to Barney or something next time." I nod and help him manoeuvre the child from my lap. Jack grabs my arm and I stand up to follow Aaron, it seems that I'm not getting away from my part in his hideous bedtime routine.

Aaron and I sat on either side of Jack's bed as we try to get him to sleep. Aaron had nearly finished reading him a quick story as I try to come up with a good song. My mind involuntarily wandered back downstairs to Spencer and his cute smile. I blushed, feeling grateful for the gentle light of the nightlight hiding the evidence. The perfect song enters my head as I thought of Spencer; oh God I really needed to get back into the adult world if the first man that I met who was around my age caused my brain to go into meltdown. Jack's whining plea of one more song pierced my internal commentary.

" It's a little bit funny
this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money
but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where
we both could live
So excuse me forgetting
but these things I do
see I've forgotten if
they're green or they're blue
anyway the thing is
what i really mean
yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
And you can tell everybody,
this is your song
It may be quite simple but
now that is done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
that I put down in words
how wonderful life is now your in the world
If I was a sculptor
but then again no
or girl who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but
it's the best i can do
My gift is my song and
this one's for you
And you can tell everybody
this is your song
It may be quite simple but
now that is done

I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
that I put down in words
how wonderful life is now you're in the world."

"That's a nice song." Aaron whispered as we gently got off the bed and headed for the door. "You and Spencer seem to be getting along well." Damn profiler!

"He's a nice guy and any man who gives me a lift in has my vote. I need all the friends I can get around here." I shrug, I'd never been to a new town before, the friends I'd had during high school had been my friends since birth but here I had no one but an unstable boss and a five year old for company.

"Well my team have certainly taken a shine to you." He mused as we made our way downstairs. I could hear Penelope teasing Spencer about giving me a lift. At least now I could add a group of highly intelligent FBI agents who could probably read my mind with a single look to my list of friends. I was going up in the world, although I would probably never have a secret again.

The group left a few hours later, all commenting on how nice it was too see me and how they hoped to see me again soon. Spencer was the last to leave, confirming that he would pick me up tomorrow. He paused for a second as if he was going to say something else but he seemed to think better of it and simply gave an odd wave before disappearing into the night.

The start of term had suddenly got a whole lot more interesting.