Where'd You Get This Kid?
By Jet Set Yoyo
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or the characters. I'll deal.
Summary: S.S.A Gideon comes into work early and finds a mysterious person leaving behind a small basket on its steps. Curiosity gets the better of him and he checks it out. AU
So I was watching YouTube videos and came across a quote that inspired this fic. For now it's a one-shot but I may, quote that, write more chapters to this.
It was too early for most of the BAU team to be present at the Federal Bureau of Investigation but Jason Gideon always made a habit of coming to work early. On a morning not unlike many others, cars traveled down the busy street carrying their passengers to their destinations and the sun glittered across the early morning dew still present on the ground. As the man approached the steps of the FBI building a hooded figure darted away. At first he thought nothing of it; after all, the world was full of strange people. That was until he noticed something had been left behind. Going into profiler-mode, he recalled anything he could about the person, which wasn't much, but he could tell the person was a female from their walk and clothing. The object in question was a small basket lined with a blue plaid blanket.
Gideon knew especially that nothing was ever what it seemed; this basket could be anything from a bomb to a dead body if the figure had chosen to leave it on the steps of the FBI building. He approached with caution, expecting the worst and having to call upon an emergency evacuation of the building or having a new case for him and his team to solve but he never expected what it actually was; a baby. A tiny baby boy was nestled in the basket wide awake yet quiet, blinking up at him with large hazel eyes. Whirling around, he tried frantically to find the woman.
"Wait!" he called out, but the woman was long gone. Picking the child up, he stared down at the calm little boy in his arms. It was unusual for a child to be that frail and much less not even cry when left alone. A cool breeze blew sending goose bumps up his arms so he decided to take the child inside.
"Alright little guy, let's see what we can find about your Mom," he whispered to the boy while readjusting the blanket he was wrapped in. A slip of paper fell from the folds, catching Gideon's attention and he stopped to pick it up. A note written clearly in a female's handwriting was left scribbled on it, 'My precious baby Spencer Reid. I can't keep you safe anymore. Please take care of him.'
"Spencer. Spencer Reid." Gideon stared down at the infant with a soft smile as Spencer cooed happily in his arms. That was the moment that changed Jason Gideon's life, the moment he decided to raise Spencer Reid as his own.
I'm really looking for some constructive criticism here but any sort of reviews are nice. Baby Reid plushies for everyone who reviews.