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Legacy

“It’s planting seeds in a garden you’ll never get to see.” -Lin-Manuel Miranda in “Hamilton” the musical

In the year 2051 everyone who once worked for the behavioural analysis unit has long since passed on or retired. The only physical evidence of the bullpen's old occupants being some photographs on a wall. The space is inhibited by a new team of profilers, young and ready to take on the world.

“Ten dead in Ohio, wheels up in thirty.” The voice belongs to one Jack Hotchner, who adopted his fathers own catchphrase when he made his way through the BAU’s ranks.

“And here I thought we were finally gonna get a weekend off.” The complaint comes from Hank Morgan, a man who resembles his father in more ways than just looks.

“Statistically that’s never gonna happen.” The young brunette woman, Dinnia Reid rolls her shoulders as she stands grabbing her fathers old schachtel as she does. When Hank launches to mess up her hair she dodges him unfortunately causing him to fall onto the floor.

“Hey!” Henry Lamontagne snaps eyes focused half on his tablet and half on his troublemaking friends. “Knock it off, or I’ll put you both in time out.”

“We’re not children.” Hank reminds him.

“You act like children.” Lizzy (Elizabeth) Prentiss informs him without missing a beat. “Might as well be treated like children.”

“Who acts like children?” Lilly Garcia makes her way to the team having left her office momentarily (long enough to say goodbye at least) “Actually I don’t want to know.” She decides to causing Michel Lamontage to laugh throwing an arm around her shoulder carelessly.

“Might be for the best.” He concedes.

“This one is urgent.” Cori Rossi (grandchild of David Rossi) tells the team with a far away look in their eye, one someone will have to ask about later.

“It is.” Jack agrees coming down the streets. “Which is why the peanut gallery needs to get into the elevator.”

“Nobody says that anymore.” Dinna informs him as they file into the elevator as they’d been hinted (ordered) to do.

“You know what Dr…”

As the voices fade and the bullpen falls silent again, peace settles back over the room, awaiting for the return of its new (annoying, but lovable) occupants.

The team is an old song, with a new tune.