A/N not mine, I own nothing but the plot.
Visitor
He answered the knock at his front door; as he wasn't expecting anyone he was slightly confused.
A young man of about 18 years of age stood on his front porch. He looked slightly familiar, but he couldn't place the recognition that he felt. He was a tall, wiry young man with blonde hair and brown eyes. His slight half smile was secured with a small dimple.
"May I help you?"
"Mr. Derek Morgan?"
"That would be me," he replied with a raised eyebrow.
With a small chuckle the young man spoke, "She was absolutely right in calling that one."
"I'm sorry, I'm confused. Who are you? Who sent you?"
"My parents suggested that I stop in to meet you before my classes start for the semester. Can I come in? I'll explain it all there."
"Sure, come in."
He close the door behind them and signals for the young man to follow him into the kitchen, where he offers him a bottled water.
The young man accepted, mainly just to have something to do with his hands.
"So, you want to tell me who your parents are?"
"How about I start with my name, I am Derek Gideon Reid."
"Spencer has a son? Why didn't he ever tell me?"
"Well, Mr. Morgan, he and my Mom were hurt badly when you left. You never called, answered any of their emails. You changed your number. They found comfort in each other. When she found out she was pregnant, mom wanted to tell you, but you were no longer her best friend. You cut all ties with them."
"Penelope..." He closed his eyes and tipped his head back.
"They wanted me to find out how you are and how Hank is, they haven't seen him since his birth."
"Tell them that he's doing great."
"With all due respect, sir, you should call them and tell them yourself. I would wait until after five to call, that way they'll both be home. I know my brothers have practice until eight tonight and my little sister has her violin lessons from 4-6, so no one will be able to interrupt your conversation."
"How many siblings do you have? Three younger brothers and our surprise baby sister. She looks just like Mom. She's really special though. She is autistic, but Mom has worked miracles with her. Her music, is a sight to behold. It's almost like it's the only time she can really show her emotions. Anyway, here's their number. Give them a call."
They said their goodbyes and he walked him to the door. He decided to call now, it wasn't like anyone else would be calling him or coming over. Savannah had left him and Hank when Hank was fourteen.
"Reid residence."
"May I speak with Spencer or Penelope?"
"Hold on, Pops isn't here right now, let me go get Ma."
After a few moments a very familiar voice came over the line.
"This is Penelope Reid."
"It's been too long, Baby Girl..."
A/N Okay, little cheesy, but you see after CBS broke my heart and leaving us without the most epic relationship ever, I came up with this.
Oh, on a side note...I sorta own Derek Gideon. I have a twenty two year old nephew with that name, and it works for a child of Garcia and Reid.