My Spencer, My Daddy

(Third in the Spencer Reid & Melissa Martin Series)

CM, K+, Reid/OC(MelissaMartin)

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He left his name and number and hung up the phone then reached for the newspaper on the desk in front of him and resumed his search through the real estate classifieds. Spencer Reid drained the last of his now cold coffee and tossed the empty Dunkin Donuts cup into the wastebasket beside his desk. He really wanted another but decided he hadn't accomplished enough actual work yet this morning to warrant such a reward. Sighing, he set aside the newspaper and pulled a pile of file folders closer, opening the top one and getting to work.

Jennifer Jareau entered the bullpen and stopped by his desk, brandishing a fresh cup from Starbucks with his name on it.

"You are a goddess," he stated, taking off the lid and inhaling its aroma deeply.

"And don't you forget it," she teased. "How was your weekend, Spence?"

"Great," he brightened. "Spent the day at the Zoo with Anna because Melissa had to work Saturday." He paused as a thought occurred to him, "Oh, sorry JJ. I could have invited Henry to come with us I guess, but I really wanted some alone time with Anna."

"It's fine, Spence. We were away last weekend so it really was better that we spent it with Henry this weekend. And thanks again for looking after the boys that weekend. New York was wonderful, and Will and I want to return the favour. Just let us know when." She squeezed his shoulder and started to walk away to her own desk, stopping short when he spoke.

"Uh, JJ? I was wondering if I might ask you about something."

She saw the serious look in his eyes and returned, perching on his desk. Touching his arm, she replied, "Anything, Spence. What is it?"

"How long is long enough to wait, to, you know—" he trailed off.

She bent her head down closer to his and whispered, "Have sex?"

He straightened up, aghast and protested. "What? No!" his voice had risen in indignation. There were some subjects he just wasn't going to share with JJ no matter how deep their friendship was, and discussion of intimacy in his relationship was definitely one of them. He saw the heads swiveling in their direction and lowered his voice, "No. No. I moved back to my own apartment after the weekend at your place. And I just hate it now. I hate being alone. I miss Melissa. I miss Anna. But I was cleared to return to work and couldn't impose on them any longer."

"What are you trying to ask me then, Spence?"

"I want Anna and Melissa to move in with me. But my place is too small. And I want Anna to have a yard to play in. And she wants a puppy."

A smile stretched across JJ's face. "You need to buy a house, Spence. And there's one for sale just down the street from us. But you just need to talk to Melissa and tell her— ask her— to move in with you."

Aaron Hotchner walked up to them with folders in his hand and told them, "Conference room in five minutes. We have a case."

Reid and Jareau nodded acknowledgement, then JJ addressed Spencer quietly, "We'll finish this conversation later!"

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"I'm sorry, Mrs. Evans, she's upset because there's been upheaval in her life again and she's not taking it particularly well. I'll talk to her when she gets home from school tonight."

Melissa had a patient waiting and was already running a little behind because the office receptionist had unintentionally double-booked one appointment time and both patients involved had shown up. She marveled at the thought that her four-week absence from the clinic hadn't resulted in the loss of any of her regular massage therapy clients. Last week, her first week back to work, had been so incredibly busy she ended up working Saturday which she figured likely contributed to Anna's upset. This week's schedule didn't show any signs of letting up and Melissa sighed, wondering how she was ever going to get things like laundry and vacuuming done, let alone spend any quality time with Anna. Or Spencer.

Anna's teacher brought her out of her train of thought.

"Miss Martin?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. As I said, I'll speak to her tonight. I have a patient waiting, Mrs. Evans, I apologise, but I'm going to have to go. Thank you for calling and letting me know."

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