Hello, everyone. Here is one of my first Criminal Minds fan fiction.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds. Criminal Minds belongs to the creator, Jeff Davis. I don't own any of the original characters. I'm not going to lie, I'm über nervous about creating this story. I forget to mention this earlier; that new character, Kate, in my opinion, doesn't seem to fit well for me, so she's not in this story.

For this chapter, there will be a long prologue. Enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you all.

This chapter has been re-updated.

Please enjoy and please review, too; constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Chapter 1:

-Making a decision to have a child-it's momentous.

It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.

-Elizabeth Stone

Prologue…

Reid looked at the small white crib he had just assembled and it was perfect and it had to be; he did, however, spent a small percent of his money getting everything he would need to take care of one of life's most important living and beautiful creatures. Once he had finished putting the matching pink blanket and bottom on the crib, he walked over and picked up his new six-month old foster daughter from the car seat holding her, who had a peaches & cream complexion, dark brown eyes and had an unusual amount of medium brown hair on her head and was dressed in a pink and white coverall.

Come to think of it, he never expected something like this happen to him. He could remember it as if it was just yesterday.

Three months ago…

The BAU team began profiling a family annihilator who was annihilating his entire family, in act of revengeful spite for his wife and children finally escaping from him by sneaking out on him. After the mother and the children left, they have been receiving violent threats for a time period, they were put into protective custody and unfortunately, the children were separated from the mother and sent to live with their relatives in different locations until he would be caught and/or would no longer be a threat and the divorce could be filed.

After a few months in protective custody, the man eventually found and brutally butchered his wife. A couple days later, the man managed to find and shot his own parents and the wife's parents to death. A couple of days after the parents' gruesome murders…

While Hotch and Morgan were finding the malicious father, Reid, JJ and Rossi all took off and drove up to the area where the children and their relatives were staying. They pulled the black jeep, which was being led by half a dozen police cars, through the family's open wrought-iron gates. The property was set back from the road, so the cul-de-sac driveway was a quarter of a mile long and surrounded by tall, thick pines and oak trees. The white brick estate sat behind massive classic columns and portico with lion statues on top and an all-glass sun room off to the right side. Quintessential Spencer Reid counted fifteen windows on the first and second floors, from the first two floors ends to the other.

While the BAU team went into the estate, the rest of the officers got out of the police cars to raid the rest of the area, which was set way off from the property by racing-green hedges, field and stone wall that went on for acres. Half of the housed the area; on the other side were a huge lawn and two ponds. Surrounding the whole estate was a small forest.

Reid, JJ and Rossi, all of them dressed in their FBI protective vests, went into the house and all went in different areas of the house after entering the foyer. They all agreed that one's they cover every inch of the estate and meet back at the foyer.

Rossi headed to the grand living room and sitting room, but found nothing or no one, so far. He starts to head into the all-white chef's kitchen; only to find that it was not-all-white anymore as he did find blood spattered on the black and white floor tiles and some of the walls. There, he found two of the adult family members' horrific corpses with a female with tawny skin tone and black hair on top of a man with dark brown skin and clean shave haircut. He suspected the ones he found were married as he found wedding bands on both their left fingers.

He goes back into the living room, heads down to the home office and found an arm heading off from the door. Carefully opening the door, he found a man with fair skin and ash-blonde hair and had a bloody slit neck, sprawled across on the beige carpeting, which was ruined by the blood drops on it. There, he also found a woman with fair skin and dirty-blonde hair and her body sprawled on the white couch and she also had a bloody slit throat. The couch also had blood splattered on it. He also suspected the ones he found were also married as he found wedding bands on both their left fingers.

While Reid covered the right side of the second floor of the estate, JJ covered the left. There, she carefully opened all of the bathroom doors and found nothing…yet. She later goes into one of the bedrooms and found one of the grimmest yet saddest scenes she's ever encountered yet.

She found four of the children's bodies in two difference rooms as each room had two school-age boys; two of them had light skin and blonde hair the other two had medium skin tone and curly black hair, but all of them were smothered with a pillow and much worse was done to them.

Taking a couple of minutes to take some deep breaths and collect herself, she had into one of the other bedrooms and found almost the same thing as she found in the other bedroom not-so-long ago. She found three girls; one of them had medium beige skin tone and curly black hair, one had fairly light skin tone and blonde hair, and the last one had tawny skin tone and black-brown hair; all of them smothered with a pillow and much worse was done to them as well. Two of them were on the floor while one of them is on the bed.

After finding nothing and no one in the bedrooms or bathroom, Reid heads up into the attic. He tries his hardest not to make a sound, despite the noise the squeaky wooden staircase made. Soon afterwards, he starts to hear some kind of echo-like muffled sounds and it sounded almost like crying. He follows the sound of where it was coming from, he comes across a black antique trunk chest. Slowly opening the luggage, it was the source of the crying.

Inside was a small infant girl in a wicker basket with a pink blanket that was keeping her warm. Putting his gun on safe, he gently picks up the basket carrying the baby and setting it on the dusty antique table. He carefully yet slowly reaches out and touches the baby's small hand. The baby immediately stops crying and stares at him. She coos and smiles at him as she had her small baby fingers wrapped around his index finger.

He picks the baby up and holds her in his arms and against his chest with the blanket wrapped around her. As she rested her head on his chest, she lets out a small yawn. "Hey, hey. It's okay. Don't worry. I'm Dr. Spencer Reid and I'm with the FBI. You're safe now."

"Reid!"
It was JJ's voice.

"Reid! Are you in here?" Rossi and JJ walked up the stairs and sees Reid and the baby in his arms. They both put their guns on safe and walks up to them. He puts his index finger to his mouth, signaling them to talk quietly.

"Well, did you find anyone?"
"I found the adults. All of them with their throats cut."
"And I found all the children, literally smothered to death with a pillow."

"I found her in that trunk chest," Reid said as he was gently rocking her. "I guess is that one of the children or someone else put her there, so that the father couldn't find her. At first, she was crying for a while, but she stopped when I hold her. Can you believe it?"
"It sucks that she has to grow up without her family, no thanks to her father." JJ sighed, shaking her head.

"Yeah," Reid agreed. "Let's get her out of here."

"I just hope and pray that Hotch and Morgan find her jag-off of a bastard father alive." Rossi said.

Meanwhile…

While Reid, JJ and Rossi all took off and drove up to the area where the children and their relatives were staying, Hotch and Morgan was trying to find the annihilating father. As Morgan was driving, Hotch gets a phone call.

"Hotch here."
"Hotch," It was Rossi. "It's Rossi. Bastard killed all four adults and seven children except a small infant girl that Reid found in the attic."

Hotch sadly sighed. "At least there's one survivor."

"Hotch, I have to tell you. That girl is incredibly lucky to have survive it all and I've seen most of the evil; she survived a quarter of it. She's now forced to grow up without her family, thanks to her bastard father. Anyway, meet you back later at headquarters."

Hanging up the phone,

"Bastard killed all four adults and seven out of eight children."

"Who's the survivor?"
"An infant girl that Reid found in the attic."
"She's a lucky girl."

"Yeah, she is."

They pulled the black jeep, which was leading half a dozen police cars. The property was set back from the road, so the driveway was half of a mile long and surrounded by tall, thick pines. There was only a log and stone cabin, which was being surrounded by large acres of land and taller, thick pines.

Hotch and Morgan, both of them dressed in their FBI protective vests, quickly walked up to the rustic mahogany front door with a few other police officers. Banging on the door,

"Jason Müller!" Hotch yelled. "We have your entire cabin surrounded. Either you come out now or we're coming in there after you."

Hotch signals Morgan, telling him to do what he did best: kicking the door down. Soon, half of dozen officers covered all of the first floor while Hotch and Morgan covered the second floor. After going through three rooms and finding nothing, they both come across a locked door, meaning the man must be there. With Morgan kicking down the door again, they come across a man, down on his knees, whimpering and shivering.

"Jason Müller! Hands on top of your head."
He has yet to make a movement.

"Hands on top of your head, now!"
He has still yet to make a movement.

"Don't make me tell you again." Hotch sternly warned.

Finally, he turns around and he basically looks like hell, with his scraggly blonde hair hanging in pieces over his forehead. His dark blue buttoned dress shirt was covered with splatters of blood and there were some sprinkles of blood on his cheek of his fairly skin toned face. He also had some blood under his fingernails and some cuts on his fingers and hands. The expression in his blue eyes made him look crazy. He looked like he'd just ran thirty-to-forty blocks.

"Cuff him." He said to Morgan as Hotch raids through his clothes. As Morgan was cuffing him, he looked at him with pure disgusted.

"Your family." He calmly whispers.

Jason Müller tried to open his mouth to speak, but only a few unintelligible syllables came out. All of a sudden, a muscle in his neck twitched.

"Your…own…family! You sick, disgusting son-of-a-bitch bastard!"

"I'm sick." He quivered as Morgan cuffing him.

"You got that right." Morgan agreed, shaking his head.

"I didn't mean to…"

"You didn't mean to what? Kill your own flesh and blood?" Hotch got in his face.

"Please. Have mercy on me..."

Hotch, of course, gave him zero pity and sympathy towards him and an icy glare at him before walking away. "Why in hell would we have any kind of mercy or sympathy on you when you killed members of your own family?"

"Please…"

Hotch still kept the zero nonsense, heartless glare. "You're an adult. Your victims are your own family, including your own children. There's nothing you can say that would make me or anyone else feel sorry for a twisted bastard like you. Because frankly, anyone, including me, would have to be out of their damned mind to feel any kind of sympathy for you."

Morgan rejoined the conversation. "At least one of your relatives survived your family annihilation. It's just a damn shame she's going to grow up without them, no thanks to you."

"And by the looks of it," Hotch said, going through his closet and found a whole mess of bloody clothes, "The electric chair is definitely calling your name."

As half of the police officers came into the room and took Jason away, Hotch looked at Morgan and said,

"At least's he's going away for a long time." Hotch said

"That's true." Morgan agreed with Hotch. "Can you believe that bastard killed his own family—minus the survivor—and then cries for his loss?"

"How sick and pathetic can you be and get?" Hotch shook his head in pure disgust. "But hey, you can't spell 'sympathetic' without 'pathetic.'"

Three months later…

It was early in the morning and Reid walked into the courtroom with his satchel on his shoulder which was almost empty expect for Hotch, dressed in his usual suit, carrying a briefcase and all of the team members: Garcia, Rossi, JJ and Morgan all standing behind them. A tall man, dressed in gray suit also enter the room. Soon, a tall bailiff entering the room.

"All rise for the honorable Judge Richardson." Everyone stood up.

Soon, an averagely tall yet distinguished-looking man with short salt-and-pepper hair, rimless glasses, dressed in a typical black robe, enters the room.

"You may all sit."

"Who's here for the hearing of…?" He looks through his files from his folder he was recently given. "Madison Jean Müller?"

"I am, your honor." Hotch answered. "I'm representing Madison in her family's memory."

"Okay. Now, Mr. Bates. As Madison's case worker, I understand that since the death of her family, which was around three months ago and with her father, Jason Müller, being responsible for the family's deaths, thus having his parental rights terminated, you've placed Madison in over…five foster homes within those three months and placed back in with the orphanage after the fifth foster home."

"That's correct, your honor."
"Please tell me why that is now."
"The shortest time she spent at one of the foster homes was for a week and a half at the first foster home, due to an untreated fever and was immediately removed from the foster couple's care. There was also previous negligence from her numerous caretakers. And now, we can't seem to find a home for her, due to both the situation with her family and her past foster placements."

"Well," Judge Richardson began to take off his glasses and put his finger on his lip. "There is another situation." Finally, he looked up and said,

"Dr. Reid? You found the infant first, is that correct?"
"Yes, your honor."

"And out of everyone in your team and most of her caretakers, you were the only who was able to get her to stop crying and fussing, is that correct, too?"
"Yes, your honor."

"Well…it may be a feeling, but…would you like the responsibility of caring for her?"
Everyone's mouths, especially Reid's, Morgan's and Garcia's mouths, dropped to the ground. JJ covered her mouth in complete shock. Hotch's and Rossi's facial expressions didn't seem to change much. Reid tried to open his mouth to speak, but only a few unintelligible syllables came out.

"I…uh…I just…I don't know what to say."

"I know babies can be mysterious and this may be coming at you too fast, but babies are one of the best judges of character and...I believe she chose you to look after her. So tell me, would you like the responsibility?"

The judge was right; it was too coming at him too fast and it was also much. He didn't know what to think. But in a way, he felt that the judge was right; babies are some of the best judges of characters and maybe she did chose him to look after her. After all, he did find her first.

"Okay. I'll take the responsibility."

"Excellent." Judge Richardson gave himself a chuckle. "And I trust that your team members will vouch for you as well?"
"Yes, we will, your honor." Hotch said. "He's financially stable, has a stable home and has others to support and help him with her."
Shrugging his shoulders; agreeing with Hotch,

"Well, then. It's official," Banging his gavel. "I'm now granting temporary custody of Madison Jean Müller to Dr. Spencer Reid."

After the judge declared Reid Madison's temporary guardian, the team gather around him and showered him with hugs and pats on the back. Before they could continue, Judge Richardson said,

"You have a big responsibility, Doctor. Don't mess this up. We're adjourned."

After half an hour has passed, the BAU team, especially Reid, anxiously waited for both Hotch and Madison to come down, so that Madison could come home with Spencer. Reid just couldn't believe something like this has happened to him. Looking up, they see Hotch, with his briefcase and a few sheets of paper, walking down the mahogany curved staircase and Reid asked,

"Well? What happens now?"
"Child Protective Services will be looking at your background checks, your psychological tests from work, they'll also be coming to your home to carry the assessment test to see if you're a suitable person to be her guardian…"
"Which, of course, we all know you are..." Garcia said as she was hugged Reid.

"…And the custody order is in a week."

JJ pointed to the staircase and said,

"Shh-shh, guys. Look." She motions to a tall woman in a gray suit, walking down the stairs with little baby Madison in her hands, who was fussing in her arms. Standing in front of the group,

"Dr. Spencer Reid?"
"That's me, ma'am."

She said with a smile. "She's all yours."
He takes the baby from her arms and immediately starts smiling at him as Madison coos and moves around in his arms. He looks up at the team and said,

"Do you think I can do this?"
Morgan chuckled. "Of course you can, pretty boy. Like the judge said, she chose you to look after her."

"Your guys are right. I can do this. I know I can. But I'm going to need your help."

Present time…

The team had been amazing and has helped him get everything he needed to take care of her; Hotch, Morgan and Rossi helped him with the furniture while Garcia and JJ decorated the room with toys and helped put decorations on the ceiling, walls and windows. Gently, he laid her down in the crib and made sure she was warm and comfortable enough. She looked around the room with wonder before settling her dark brown eyes on him. As he reached out to touch her little fingers,

"Hi there, Madison. I hope you like your new room and your comfortable crib. I'm so sorry about what happened to your entire family, especially your birth father and one day, when you're old enough, you'll know the truth about what happened to them. But, until then, I think you deserve a happy, normal life. Your family would definitely want you to have that."

Patting her head, he gently turns on the baby radio, which became to play classical music, and watched as the music sends her to close her eyes and sleep. "Good night, Madison." He smiled as he left the room.

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