Let It Snow
"We'll all meet at Dave's house at four in the morning on Thursday. Then we can all split up into into two cars and set off." Announced Hotch, with his usual stern voice, though with a hint of smile on his face. "Is everyone okay with that?"
A mixture of "mhm" and grumbled "yeahs" was given in reply by the other team members.
"Alright! I'll see you guys all then, bright and early" smirked Rossi, as he picked up his bag in one hand and his suit jacket in the other, he waved back to the group as the elevator doors closed.
"This trip is going to be so much fun! Imagine my little buttercream, skiing for the first time with my hunk of chocolate guiding him down the mountain! Every woman's dream. A well-muscled man skiing with a small little child!" Shrieked, Garcia.
"Baby girl, I'm expecting some great photography skills from you" winked Morgan, as he let out a few laughs, with the rest of the group exiting the BAU office as well.
"Jack's only been to the snow once before, and that was back when he was three" mentioned Hotch and he pressed the closing button on the elevator. "Spencer will absolutely love the snow. Especially when he goes on the toboggan" continued Hotch, directing his interest towards Morgan.
JJ nodded in agreement. "Henry loved tobogganing at that age!"
"Well hopefully Spencer will enjoy it as well" smiled Morgan as he let himself imagine his three year-old son squealing down the hill in excitement.
They all headed off to their own seperate cars, each basking with excitement at the prospect of the three weeks of they each had. With their plans to all go to the snow mountains together and hiring a large private, 8 bedroom cabin together up on top of the mountains. This was a trip that everyone on the team was definitely excited for and only hoped that their promised three week vacation would not be cut short by some unsub.
Opening his car door, Hotch looked back towards the disbanding group. "Be careful guys! And have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year with your families"
Each of the team members all wished Hotch and one another the same wish.
"Daddy!" Shouted Spencer, as he saw Morgan, standing at the front desk of the child care centre.
Morgan smiled back widely. "Hey, Buddy" as Spencer circled his arms around Morgan's neck, squeezing hard. "Did you have a fun day today?"
"Mhm, Daddy" replied the three year old as he let his head fall on Morgan's shoulders. "We painted an' I got to keep the picture! I put it in my bag"
Nodding a silent farewell to the childcares receptionist, "that's great baby boy. Maybe when we get home, we can stick it up on the fridge"
Spencer nodded furiously as they reached the car.
Buckling Spencer's seatbelt, "how about we head to the shops right now so we can get some last minute equipment for the snow. Then we can get some dinner at TGI Friday's and you can tell me all about your day. Sound like a plan buddy?
"Yeah" replied Spencer, as Morgan gave him a kiss on the forehead.
A week later
"Alright, Spencer. Have you packed the gloves and beanie, Penelope, knitted for you?"
"Yes, Daddy" A little voice replied behind, Morgan.
"Good then lets get your teeth brushed so we can head to bed" instructed Morgan. Smiling as he saw his son bounce out of Morgan's room and into the bathroom.
15 minutes later
"Which book are we reading tonight?" Asked Morgan to the three year old.
"This one please!" Spencer replied, as he pulled out Harry Mclary.
20 minutes later, Spencer was out like light.
"Goodnight, baby boy" whispered Morgan as he kissed Spencer's forehead, turning on the nightlight.
Exiting Spencer's room, Morgan headed towards his own bedroom to get ready for his slumber. Setting his alarm clock for 2:30AM, he let his own head fall back onto his pillow as he turned off his lamp. Succumbing to his much awaited sleep.
BEEP... BEEP... BEE-
Morgan slammed his hand onto his alarm clock, effectively turn off the obnoxious beeping. He let out a big yawn as we turned towards the clock, stretching out his muscles.
Kicking off his duvet, Morgan headed towards his bathroom to get ready for the day. He took a quick shower a preceded to brush his teeth and get changed. Exiting the bathroom he glanced at the clock. 2:54AM it read. Deciding to let Spencer sleep in for a bit longer, Morgan walked down the stairs, towards the kitchen.
Pulling out a small frying pan, Morgan set out to make some scrambled eggs, toast and cereal for himself and the toddler, hoping for it to fill them up substantially, knowing that the drive to the mountain would take a good 6 hours.
Placing the cooked food onto two plates, he begun filling his cup up with coffee and the second cup up with chocolate milk. Looking at his watch, Morgan decided that it was time to get Spencer up and ready for breakfast.
Entering the toddlers bedroom, the 38 year old father prepared himself for this tedious task. Morgan knew this was going to be difficult.
Turning on the bedroom lights, he knelt down beside the bed, gently rousing Spencer out of his sleep. "Hey, Buddy. Its time to wake up"
Spencer let out a small whimper as he attempted to further furrow his head into his pillow. Morgan laughed softly.
"Hey, baby boy. Guess what today is. We're going to the mountain! Time to get up or Uncle Dave will be grumpy with us for being late.
The three year replied it's a groan, not bothering to even open his eyes.
"Alright, up we get Spence" Morgan began to lift his sleepy son out of his nest"
Spencer began to whine, opening his eyes slightly, setting his lips into the perfect pout with a doe-eyed expression looking up at Morgan.
"Buddy breakfast is getting cold and your milk chocolate will be thrown out if you don't drink it" said Morgan, as he carried the little boy down into the kitchen, setting him down in front of his breakfast.
After trying to coax food down the clearly tired toddler, Morgan realised that they were going to be late. Setting the three year old onto the couch, the father set about to quickly wash the dishes.
Turning off all the lights and making sure he had everything he needed in the car, Morgan went into the lounge room to the scene of an exhausted little boy dozing off with his giraffe soft toy in his arms and a thumb in his mouth.
Carefully picking up his baby boy, Morgan set him in his car seat and setting off towards Rossi's humble mansion.
Turning into the drive way, Morgan noticed that he was the last one to arrive at Rossi's, glancing at the radio, he noticed that he was 10 minutes late. Letting out a sigh, he slowly stepped out of the car into the chilly morning air. Zipping up his jacket, Morgan quietly opened the passenger seat, lifting the unconscious toddler out of the car seat carefully, trying not to rouse the child too much. Finally locking the car and making sure the fluffy blanket was tightly wrapped around the child, he walked up the driveway to the front door, ringing the door bell. Looking down at the three-year-old, He couldn't help but admire the sound asleep child in his arms, smiling down at his peaceful face.
The door opened. "Morgan!" Greeted a tired looking, JJ.
"Morning, JJ" replied Derek.
"I see Spence, isn't fond of waking up at this time" smiled JJ, as she set her eyes on the sleeping child.
"You have no idea how long it took for me to wake him up and then attempt to feed him" Morgan laughed in reply as they walked towards the brightly lit kitchen, hearing the quiet chatter get louder as they got closer. Seeing a dark lounge room in his sight, he quickly took a detour into the room, laying down the still sleeping child. Making sure that Spencer was still sound asleep, he walked back to an awaiting JJ.
Walking into the kitchen, Morgan noticed that everyone had bought in their bags and each member of the team were holding a cup of steaming coffee each.
"Hey, Chocolate Thunder" flirted a wide-awake, Garcia. Noticing that a certainty small being was missing from the FBI Agent, Garcia suddenly turned serious with a frown on her face. "Where's my white chocolate?"
"I laid him on Rossi's couch, Baby Girl. He's still asleep and I don't want to risk waking him up. Im hoping to keep him asleep for much of the drive up there" reassured Morgan, as he accepted a cup of coffee from Prentiss. "Thanks" he smiled to her in relief.
"Alright seeing as everyone is here, we should probably head onto the road now" announced Rossi. He then turned to Morgan, "You're riding with me, Garcia and Prentiss, in my Range Rover. You just need to put the car seat in"
"Sweet plan"
Looking towards the remaining members, "I'm guessing you guys are all riding together then?" Confirmed, Morgan.
"Yeah, we decided it would be easiest with Jack and Henry sitting together, entertaining one another on this long journey" replied Will, in his strong New Orleans accent.
"Okay! Everyone make sure your bladders are empty and let's hit the road. Morgan and Will, you guys can park your cars in my garage" announced Rossi, as he ushered everyone out of the kitchen.
Everyone making sure they had everything int he car, they were all on the road 20 minutes later, with Morgan, Rossi, Prentiss, Garcia and Spencer in one car, and Hotch, Will, JJ, Henry and Jack in the other.
Rossi's car
"My baby looks so sweet when he's a sleep" whispered, Garcia, as she admired the still sleeping child, fingers brushing through Spencer's long curly hair.
Morgan turned around from the front passenger seat, "Baby Girl, if you wake him up, you can deal with him" replied Morgan.
"Oh ho! Yeah Garcia, i'm not dealing with a grumpy three year old in this small car for six hours" chimed in, Prentiss.
"He's all yours, Kitten" teased Rossi, as he glanced in the rear-view mirror to the site of a pouting Garcia.
"Fine! Have it your way" grumbled the pouting, Garcia.
Two hours into the car trip
Hearing a soft whimper, Derek turned his head towards the source. Seeing Spencer, flickering his eyes open, his face split into a gentle smile.
"Oh look, my favourite snickerdoodle is finally awake", grinned a wide-awake, Garcia.
"Where are we?", questioned the tired toddler.
"On our way to the snow, buddy", replied Morgan. "Are you hungry or thirsty?"
The toddler shook his head, beginning to whine. "I don' wan' to sit on this car", Spencer began to cry.
Noticing the distress on the child's face, Garcia attempted to cheer him up. Pulling out Morgan's, red covered iPad, she gently laid it out in front of the three-year old, hoping to coax him out of his whining.
"Hey, Spence, your daddy packed his iPad. Did you want to watch a movie or play a game?"
"No... I wan' Daddy!" cried out the young child.
Reaching out his arm to touch the toddlers knee, "Buddy, I'm right here", Derek attempted to comfort his clearly tired child.
Spencer began to cry gently.
"Hey, what's that racket in the back?", questioned Rossi, attempting to concentrate on the road whilst hoping the small child would settle down into the long car journey.
"Maybe we should stop at the next McDonalds?", suggested, Prentiss.
All nodding in agreement, hoping that allowing the child to stretch his legs and feed will put the toddler into a better mood for the rest of the 4 hour car trip, Emily set off, ringing JJ and the others in the second car. Confirming the plan with everybody else, each of the adults set about looking out for the nearest McDonalds, as Garcia began to read to a sniffling, Reid.
Noticing that his son was finally quiet and entertained, Derek turned back towards the road and settled in his seat, hoping the nearest restaurant was close.
"Maybe you want to sit in the back with Spencer, after McDonalds" suggested a concerned Rossi.
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea" Morgan replied, as he glanced into the front mirror to see how his son was doing. "It's lucky we got Penelope, in the back. It would've been an absolute disaster if she wasn't sitting right next to Spencer"
Rossi laughed in return.
For the next 20 minutes, the two men sitting at the front engaged in a quiet conversation, discussing the activities at the ski resort. In the back, Prentiss and Garcia, were smiling and laughing at Spencer's keen interest in the book, as the little boy giggled at the voices the two women sitting on either side of him were making as they read the book.
In the other car.
"Mummy! Can I have an ice-cream at McDonalds?" questioned an excited, Henry, as he turned towards his mother.
"Oh dad! I want one too!" joined in 8 year old, Jack.
Will LaMontagna, groaned in reply.
Chucking, "Boys, it's 7 o'clock in the morning. We are NOT eating ice-cream" chastised an amused Hotch.
"Daa-ad!"
"Please?! I promise I'll be good"
The two boys protested in reply.
Glancing at the rear-view mirror, Aaron made eye contact with JJ, in the back seat. "Your turn", he smirked.
Sighing in reply, JJ turned towards the two excited kids, "boys..."
Arriving at McDonalds, the adults let the kids roam free in the club house, as they each ordered a meal for themselves and the children.
Finding a table, large enough to fit all the members and family, Morgan was given the task of rounding up the three exited children, each hyper in energy.
"Cmon guys! Foods here", Derek, called out to the boys.
The first to run up was an energetic Spencer. "Daddy? Can we stay here?" questioned the child, as Morgan lifted him into his arms.
The young father chuckled, sweeping the hair from his sons forehead, "No buddy, we're going to the snow remember?"
"Will it haf a slide?" replied the child and his energy began to dwindle down.
"Maybe. But there will be snow, which is even better"
Spencer shook his head in disagreement as the father finally managed to lead the three children back to their table to eat.
Derek pulled out a hash brown and pancakes for the toddler, as the child sipped on his cup of hot chocolate. Smacking together his lips, "YUM!" exclaimed a satisfied Spencer Reid.
It was thirty minutes later when everyone had finally finished their meal, each taking a quick trip to the bathroom before heading onto the road again. Swapping seats with Emily, as each of them got back into their respective cars, Derek settled next to the car seat, to much of Spencer's joy. Driving out of the carpark, the father turned on The Wiggles for the child to watch, hoping that would entertain the toddler for the next thirty to sixty minutes at least. Each of the adults chatted to one another, each keeping an eye on the toddler. It was 45 minutes later that Morgan noticed his son had fallen asleep. Chucking at the child's open mouth, he preceded to cover Spencer in a blanket as they got closer to their destination.
Just thought it would be fun to write a story of Reid as a little kid. Let me know if you like this story because I have plans on making this a series, chronicling Spencer and Morgans relationships as father and son.
Also this was written about 2 months ago, I'd really appreciate feedback on the writing as I am happy to go back and re-edit :)