"Here are his clothes and some toys and books. This bag has some baby food in it but he can eat regular food too, like fruit and yogurt and oat meal and—"JJ said quickly, shoving everything at Reid.
"JJ, relax" he yawned. "I've taken care of Henry 17 times and I have read 13 texts on child development and child rearing since you asked me to watch him. I have a second hand high chair, stroller, car seat, and crib set up for him and I bought all his favorite foods; applesauce, bananas, raspberry yogurt, oatmeal, macaroni, and even that juice he likes so well. Don't worry. He will be fine. You just have fun on your trip."
"Oh, I know you love him and will take great care of him, Spence," the blonde sighed. "It's just, this is the longest I have ever left Henry with someone other than Will. I'm not worried; I'm just…being a clingy mother, is all."
She leaned in and gave Spencer a hug, which he returned a little awkwardly, and a kiss on the cheek, then passed a drowsy Henry (it was very early and Henry wasn't a morning person) to his godfather after giving the nearly two year old a kiss on the forehead. She thanked Spencer and rushed down the hall to the elevator.
Spencer closed the door to his apartment and took Henry over to the couch, where the pair sat down. Henry rubbed his little eyes with his tiny fists and snuggled into his godfather's embrace, falling asleep almost immediately.
Reid, who wasn't a morning person by any stretch of the imagination, turned sideways so he could bring his feet up onto the couch and lay his head back on the pillow at the armrest of his couch. Keeping one arm on Henry, he used the other to drape the blanket he kept on the back of the couch over the two of them so they could take a nice nap.
~~~~~CM~~~~~
Spencer was awoken by something wet and cold hitting his face. As his eyes cracked open, he realized it was actually two somethings. Henry LaMontagne had woken up and was hitting his godfather with his saliva covered hands.
"Henry," Reid admonished lightly, "you really shouldn't hit your godfather with your drooly hands."
Henry just giggled.
"Oh, so that's how you treat your godfather, huh?" the older asked the younger, a strange gleam in his eye. "Well, if that is how you feel, I might just have to…" he trailed off while quickly grabbing the small boy off of his chest and tickling him mercilessly. Henry shrieked with high-pitched baby laughter.
" 'top, Unca 'pesser, 'top!" the boy giggled.
"Ok, ok, little man," 'Unca 'pesser' conceded. "Let's go see if you need changing and then I bet you want something to eat, huh? Mommy said that you were to sleepy to eat before you came here."
"No diapy, no diapy," Henry cried out. "No poopy. Bekfass!"
"Sorry, but I have to check your diaper, Henry," Spencer told the little boy who now had an enormous pout on his face. "If you have a dirty diaper and I do not change it, it could hurt very much later. It'll only take a few minutes."
Indeed it did. Once he had Henry laid down on the queen sized bed, he changed the wet diaper and, in about 3 minutes, the pair was in the kitchen, Reid fixing Henry some oatmeal and himself a bowl of Cocoa Puffs.
Breakfast was uneventful, thankfully. Previous times he had watched Henry over night or at least for the day, his godson had covered him in an assortment of foods including mac and cheese, oatmeal, and pureed squash, just to name a few.
After Spencer had wiped off Henry's face and put both their bowls in the sink, the pair went to the living room again to find something to do. Spencer let Henry pick out some toys to play with from the bag JJ had left and the young child was thoroughly entertained for a good while, leaving Reid free to read Dante's Inferno again.
Around 11 o'clock, Reid suggested, "Henry, do you want to see if Jack and Uncle Hotch want to have lunch and go to the park today?"
"YEAH!" Henry shouted. "Call, call, call! See Jack!"
The young man reached for his cell phone but right before he began dialing Hotch's number, there was a knock at the door. Spencer got up to open it and saw a man in a uniform standing at his door.
"Can I help you?" Reid asked the man.
"Yes sir," the man replied. "There has been gas leak in this building and I need to go around each apartment to check for gas in the air. If there is gas, then you will have to relocate temporarily for the leak to be fixed."
"Oh," Reid said, hoping there was no gas in the apartment, "come in, then." He opened the door wide enough for the other man to come in and then shut it behind him.
The man unhooked a wand like thing from his box and began walking around the apartment.
Reid went back to where he had been playing with Henry, deciding to wait until after the worker had determined if the apartment was gas free to call Hotch. 'No reason to get to make plans if we just have to cancel if there is a gas leak,' the genius thought.
About 5 minutes later, while Reid was in the kitchen getting juice for Henry, he heard footsteps behind him. He figured that the man from the gas company was just checking the kitchen. He turned around, juice in hand and, as he suspected, it was the uniformed man. The FBI agent noticed that the man did not have his equipment in his hand.
'Must be done,' the 28 year old thought. He opened his mouth to ask if there was any gas leak but he was cut off when the gas company employee (who was not as tall as Reid but had a considerably larger muscle mass) punched the thin man in the stomach.
Spencer Reid doubled over, a grunt of pain escaping his lips. He recovered almost immediately, adrenaline pumping. He needed to get to Henry, protect him.
The man came at him again but this time, Reid's FBI training had kicked in. He dodged the punch his assailant threw at his face and tackled the larger man around the middle. The skinny agent managed to ram the larger man into a wall but the muscular man was not deterred. He rushed right back at Reid who side stepped at the last second causing the other to run head first into the other wall.
Reid took this opportunity to rush from the room. He scooped up Henry who was crying loudly and ran as fast as he could to his bedroom. He slammed the door and locked it. He took Henry to his bathroom and closed the door, telling Henry to turn the lock on the door handle (something he realized even then was a ridiculous thing to expect a nearly two year old to do) and not to come out until he came back. The terrified man then went over to his closet, reaching for the lock box his gun was in. He had locked it away last night in anticipation of Henry's visit with the bullets in his bedside table so there was no way Henry could hurt himself.
The lockbox clicked open and Spencer was just reaching to get the bullets when the door splintered open and the attacker barged in. Spencer saw a second too late that the man was holding a metal statuette from the living room. The man crashed the hard metal figure into Spencer Reid's head.
His last thought as the before everything turned black was how he had failed JJ.