It's a Friday.

With that in mind, the bullpen is rather chaotic, compared to the rest of the week - well, the little time they spend there between cases.

Reid and Kamryn, the two littles of the team have been flicking pens at each other for the last half hour. When Hotch comments on it, they deny it feverishly, even pointing fingers - literally - until Hotchs walks back into his office with a stern - not really, but it does the trick until one of them makes a snotty remark, and then pens start flying once more - comment.

Hotch sits in his office with his endless paperwork. His door is cracked slightly as he watches fondly out his window, keeping a close eye on his two slipping agents.

JJ is huddled in her office, occasionally making her way into the bull pen with the others for a breather, starting up a conversation with a pouting Kamryn.

Garcia types away in the confines of her trinket filled lair, keeping a sharp eye as the clock ticks, way too slowly, if you want her finest opinion counting down the minutes until Hotch or Rossi or one of her lovely littles or another caregiver come knock on her door, announcing it's finally, finally time to go home.

Rossi sits in his office, door closed, as he silently works. He occasionally peaks out to see what the other members of his team are up to, chuckling to himself as he watches his family interact comfortably.

Prentiss sits hunched over her paperwork, only looking up when JJ makes her way past her, squeezing her shoulder with a smile or if Reid and or Kamryn wrap her up in their debate.

Friday, is the one day of the week when all the littles pile into Rossi’s dark gray van and drive home together. Now, any of the caregivers and the two littles are allowed at Rossi’s anytime, any day of the week, but Fridays are the day they all go home together.

It's also movie night.