A/n: I was hoping to hold off on the whole posting the sequel before I finish any of my other stories but with Covert Affairs on hiatus I have no material, shall we say to work with. So until then.

Disclaimer: Criminal Minds and NCIS both belong to CBS writers.

Chapter One

I Will Be There

"The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together." - Erma Bombeck

Friday morning, JJ walked in twelve minutes late, not that I counted. She looked exhausted and I had no doubt in my mind that Henry kept her up the night before.

"Looks like you need a break," I overheard Prentiss say.

JJ yawned. "And Will's not doing too well either."

Em looked at her worriedly. "What's wrong?"

The blonde took a sip of her coffee. "Henry broke his fever yesterday afternoon and slept all day. Neither one of us could get him to go to sleep. We both ended up passed out on the couch in his room last night."

I frowned. Henry was almost two now but he still tended to have the sleep cycle of a newborn when he was sick.

"I'd offer to watch him this weekend so you and Will could have some time to yourselves but I already have plans," Prentiss apologized.

"As do I," Morgan announced.

"I've got Sergio and Daphne this weekend," Garcia stated.

"Thanks for the concern, but we'll get by. Henry should be back to normal sleeping patterns by Sunday," JJ said.

"Why don't you let me take him?" I wondered. "I'm not planning on anything but staying in and watching movies. My god daughter's coming this weekend and I'm sure she'll love to meet Henry."

"Oh Summer, I couldn't possibly ask that of you."

"Look at it this way; you'll get to sleep in Saturday and Sunday and you can go out tonight and tomorrow night if you want to," I suggested. "You guys can even stay for Sunday night dinner if you want when you come to pick him up."

"I don't know what to say," JJ said astonished.

I bit my lip. "Say yes, before I feel bad about not asking Reid's opinion." I smirked.

"Not asking my opinion of what?" Spencer wondered as he joined the group of profilers.

I looked over at him. "Watching Henry on what's probably our only free weekend for weeks so Will and JJ can have some peace and quiet."

He shrugged. "I have no problem with it."

"And now that I think about it, I am totally screwing up our relationship by not telling you that my godchild is coming up from New Orleans this weekend," I spoke quickly.

"Uh-oh, trouble in paradise," Morgan teased.

"I figured Cassidy was coming up this weekend since your birthday is next Thursday. And Morgan, you know as well as I, there has been more troublesome things in our relationship than this," Spencer remarked.

I smiled and fought the urge to kiss him. Hotch was already getting enough hell from Strauss. "See there's no trouble." I stuck my tongue out at Morgan before turning to JJ and asking, "So what do you think? You get some alone time, we get to see our godchildren, everyone's happy."

"Are you sure you can handle Henry?"

"Positive. Besides, if for any reason I need help, Cassidy is a very responsible adult."

"YOU'RE WHAT?"

"Eight weeks pregnant. Didn't I just say that?"

"Who? How? What? Why?"

"I'm fairly sure the first is obvious. I'm positive you don't want me to answer the second. And I'm not sure how to answer the last two."

"I can't believe you're pregnant!"

"Shh, can we keep it down? Right now you're the only one who knows, and I'd like to keep it that way."

"Oh, am I? You live with the father and you haven't told him? Nice."

The door bell rang and I got up to answer it.

"Don't worry guys; I'm perfectly capable of handling Henry by myself, which is so not the case," I said as I shoved JJ and Will out the door. "Now; I don't want to see you two until Sunday."

I waited until the couple made it to their car before shutting the door and returning to the living room.

"So, in a weird, complicated way this little bundle of joy is my god brother?" Cassie asked.

"The only way I even remotely see that happening is if Spencer and I get married. Not only do not see that happening, but Penelope is his Godmother."

"How do you not see you two getting married? You two are perfect for each other."

I sighed. "It's not that I don't see us married, I just don't see him proposing."

"Why don't you propose?" she wondered, a smirk lighting her face.

"Yeah, like that won't make our relationship any more awkward," I snorted.

"No, seriously. Look next year is a Leap Year. And on the 29th of February, a woman has the right to propose and traditionally the man can't say no."

I rolled my eyes. "I'd have to be in Ireland for that to work."

The front door opened and the sounds of Spence kicking off his shoes and throwing his keys in the catch-all dish made its way to where I was sitting.

"Hey babe. I'm guessing Prentiss joined in on the adding of files today?" I called.

"You have no idea. I have a feeling I did most of the team's paperwork," he called back.

"Hey Spencer!" Cassie yelled.

"Hello Cassidy. How was your flight?"

"Peachy. Oh, hey, I have some big news." Cassie smirked.

Don't you dare, I mouthed.

"Guess who…got accepted to Georgetown U."

"That's great. Though I thought you wanted to go to Syracuse?" Spencer asked from the kitchen.

"And you thought I was gonna tell the dirty little secret," Cassie whispered then said louder, "Well that was the plan but what's the fun if there's no rivalry within the family?"

"Yeah, you laugh now. Just wait until 'Cuse kicks Georgetown's ass in the upcoming conference," I said as I got up and walked to the kitchen.

"Only in your dreams Godmomma."

I rolled my eyes. "I was thinking pizza for dinner tonight."

Spence smiled. "Sounds good," he replied pouring me a glass of wine and took a sip before handing it to me.

"I'll pass tonight," I replied.

"You're passing on a glass of strawberry wine?" Spencer asked a little confused. "Are you alright? You never pass it up."

I bit my lip. "Um actually, I kinda need to talk to you about that."

"Is everything okay?" he wondered.

"Yeah, everything's fine. Spectacular actually, it's just I'll be passing up my Friday glass of wine for awhile, nine months actually."

Spencer looked apprehensive. "Nine months?" He thought for a moment before his face lit up with a look of happiness and trepidation. "Summer, are you saying what I think you are?"

I smiled and took the glass from him, almost taking a sip before dumping it down the sink. "Um, only if you're thinking I'm saying I'm pregnant, then yes." I picked up the phone and dialed the number to our favorite pizza place. "Same thing as last time, right? Or did you want something different?"

"You're pregnant?" he asked, his voice full of… well I don't know actually. It was something I hadn't heard from him before. It was almost the same tone I heard my father use when my mom had told him she was pregnant again, well before the miscarriage. Almost.

"Yes, I'm pregnant," I replied, noticing the smirk on his face.

"Well, this screws up everything."

"Excuse me? I'll have you know that this," I said pointing to my stomach, "is entirely your fault. You'd best be happy with the mess you've made."

"I am happy, Summer. I'm ecstatic actually."

"You don't seem like it."

"Well, that is your fault. You screwed up my plans."

"How?"

"You made me forget my question."

I scoffed. "You have an eidetic memory. You didn't forget the question."

"Whatever, you side tracked me with the whole pregnancy thing."

"Aww, look at the cute couple," Cassie said. She walked in the kitchen with Henry on her hip and a camcorder in her free hand. "She's pregnant. He proposed. We're just one big happy family!"

Whatever smart remark I was about to say evaded me. "Propose?" I asked dumbfounded, looking over at the father of my future child.

"Oops. Came in too soon didn't I?" she asked smiling sheepishly.

"Yeah, just a bit," Spence replied.

She took a step out backwards. "Backing out slowly." She turned the camera on her and Henry. "Whelp, Henry, looks like we screwed that one up."

Then it dawned on me. "OMYGOD!" I squealed. "You were going to propose!"

"I still am," Spencer replied, startled from my loud, high pitched squeal.

"So…?" I prompted.

"So…?" he mocked.

"Are you gonna ask me or are we just gonna stand around all awkward like?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "You are a very impatient woman, Summer Raine."

"We've been together for three years and you're just now noticing that?"

Abby's POV

"What can you tell me?" Gibbs said as he walked into my lair.

"For one, there were extremely high levels of arsenic in Petty Officer Shannon's blood, just like the other four victims," I replied. "As for the green powder found on the body; a hefty mixture of talc, zinc stearate, octyldodecyl stearoyl stearate, isostearyl neopentanoate, tocopheryl acetate; otherwise known as vitamin E, caprylyl glycol, phenoxyethanol, heylene glycol, silica, mica and a few others."

"English Abbs."

"Their ingredients for eyeshadow. More specifically MAC's Jealousy Wakes. This stuff is expensive. Its $15 for less than two ounces," I explained. "Now, it's a limited time color and not very common in DC. Only twenty people have bought it in the last month. I can narrow it down to those who paid with check and credit card. But I can tell you our Petty Officer wasn't one of them. She could however be one of the five that paid in cash."

"Good work, Abbs," Gibbs said as he turned to leave.

"Gibbs, I think it's time to cash in your favor," I stated seriously.

"Favor?" he asked.

"Remember when my cousin ran away and showed up here? You watched her when I went to that convention?"

He nodded. "What's you point?"

"Well, she said she owes you."

"Abby."

"Look, just here me out. She's a criminal profiler with the FBI. She lives right outside Quantico now, and can be here in a New York minute if you want. She can help us figure out the killer's next move," I enlightened.

"You know how I feel about the FBI." He stalked out of the room, leaving an awkward aura in the room.

"I know, but she's family," I called after him.

Tony walked in a moment later. "What's up with him?" he wondered.

"I suggested we get help with the case," I replied, "from the FBI."

Summer's POV

I stared at the diamond and sapphires as they glinted in the minute moonlight coming from the window. He actually proposed, down on one knee and everything.

The ring was gorgeous and simplistic; antique but modern. It was a plain white gold band; the diamond was flanked on either side by a sapphire. It wasn't too splendid, but just perfect.

It was his grandmother's, I had come to learn. His mother had given it to him the last time we visited Vegas.

"We're getting married," I murmured.

"Mhmm. Can you believe it?" Spence whispered against my hair.

"That my adorkable, socially awkward boyfriend of three years finally proposed? No, I honestly can't."

"Summer," he growled.

I giggled and turned over. "Sorry, baby. I just couldn't resist. Though I have to admit, you have gotten more, shall I say, outgoing in the last three years."

"All thanks to you."

"You just needed someone to be there for you, someone to understand."

"And instead I found you." He smirked.

I cocked an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just that, rather than finding someone who's there for me, I'm stuck with someone who teases me mercilessly."

"But I do it because I wuv you so much," I said in baby talk while pouting.

"Uh-huh."

"If I didn't love you I wouldn't tease you." I caught a glimpse of the alarm clock on Spence's nightstand. It was nearly midnight and suddenly the day's events caught up with me and I yawned.

He smirked in the dim light. "Someone's tired," he spoke softly.

"Yes, it would seem so. And we have a full day tomorrow keeping Henry busy. I suggest we get a good night's sleep so we can keep up with him."

"How do you do that?" Spencer questioned.

"Do what?" I inquired.

"Be all teasing and playful one moment and serious and analytical the next?"

I yawned again and turned back over to fall asleep. "I took theater in high school. I wasn't the best actress but I good for my age. Comes in handy during cases."

Spencer wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. We fell asleep like that.

Around 3:30 I was rudely awoken by my cell phone ringing. I missed it of course, trying to figure out whose number it was. I figured if they were important they'd leave a message. Right as I lay back down to sleep, my phone rang again; this time to alert me that I had a voicemail. Curiosity got the best of me, and I checked the message.

3rd Person – NCIS

The sound of stilettos coming angrily towards the bull pen alerted the team to a visitor. She was of average height, and had long, straight, dirty-blonde hair. Donned in a pair of dark- almost black- jeans, black peep-toe Louboutin heels, a black pea coat and a purple scarf; she crossed her arms seemingly fuming. On her head sat a black fedora with a purple feather.

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs," she snapped across the room, her voice tired and full of vile, "Mind telling why I got a call from you 3:30 this morning, requesting my presence in DC at promptly oh-five-hundred?"

Who does this woman think she is, talking to Gibbs like that?, Tony wondered.

Ziva and Tim both looked toward their boss wondering what his reaction was going to be. Ducky, who was standing by Jethro's desk at the moment, smiled as he recognized the young girl.

Shocking all, minus the woman herself, Gibbs simply looked up at the woman and stated, "Abby's Lab."

"Who do think she is?" Tony asked once the two were out of sight.

"She's way too young to be an ex-wife. He doesn't have a daughter. Maybe a niece?" Ziva stated.

"Maybe she's a victim's family member," McGee suggested.

Tony shook his head. "No. If she was family she would have come in all teary eyed and sad, rather than pissed. Besides none of the victims had any family."

"Might I suggest something?" Ducky wondered.

"Of course, Ducky," Ziva acknowledged.

"Doctor Summer Reynolds," the M.E. stated.

"Who?" the trio asked, a look of confusion on each of their faces.

"Ask Abigail," Ducky said as he laid something on Gibbs's desk and walked to elevator.

"McGoogle, Google her," Tony stated.

"Dr. Summer Reynolds, PhD. She's 27, a New Orleans native, has an IQ of 193. She attended Syracuse University where she received her PhD in Chemistry and Psychology," McGee said.

"How does she know Abby?" DiNozzo asked.

"she's her cousin," McGee replied.

"Rainey, I am so so sooo glad you came. I tried to get to call you earlier," Abby greeted her cousin.

"Yeah. Well when you said earlier he took it as earlier in the morning," Summer winged as she hugged the forensic scientist. "It's good to see you to Abigail."

"Rainey, when will you stop calling me Abigail?"

"I've called you Abigail since I could talk. It's staying," the blonde doctor said looking around. "So I'm guessing I wasn't called up here for a family reunion."

"Actually, we need your help on this case," Abby said.

"So you drag me out of bed on what probably my only free weekend, waking my fia- my boyfriend's god son all for a case that could have been compiled and sent in for our Liaison and inevitably one of my team members, possibly even me, to look over and put together a profile? You could have waited 'til Monday?"

"No." Gibbs walked out of the lab a bit upset.

"Fiancé?" Abby asked.

"Did I say that?" Summer asked sheepishly as she held out her hand to show off the ring.

Cassidy's POV

It was nearly nine o' clock when I finally woke up in the morning. Summer's normal morning jazz wasn't playing, suggesting either she wasn't up yet or she had already gone out. I yawned as I walked downs the stairs. "Where's Summer Raine?" I asked as I sat down across from Spencer.

"Abby needed her in DC," he replied. He was reading the newspaper and Henry was throwing the Lucky Charms he was supposed to eat.

"So how are you handlin' things?" I wondered.

"Handling what exactly?" he questioned.

I shrugged. "I don't know. Your pregnant fiancée is out working a case while you're stuck at home."

"Then I guess we're doing fine, right Henry?" Spencer made a funny face causing Henry to laugh and throw more Lucky Charms.

"You're not supposed throw the food, Cutie Pie." I gave Henry more cereal and got up to get a cup of coffee. "What do you think it is?" I asked as I poured the hot liquid from the carafe.

"Excuse me?"

"The baby. What do you think it is? Boy or girl?"

"I don't know. What the point in asking one that question?"

"I do not know." I took a sip of my coffee as I sat back down. "I'm going to finish this coffee and head to the store if you don't mind."

He shook his head. "No, that's fine."

I sipped my coffee. "Is there anything you need while I'm out?"

He thought for a moment before shaking his head.

Summer's POV

I was looking through the case files spread out in front of me trying to figure out the common denominator between the victims when Abigail suddenly brought me out of my concentration.

"I can't not say anything anymore."

"What?" I laughed.

"First off, it's way too early to start wearing poufy shirts. Second, how could he afford that ring on a government salary? Third, where did you get that scarf?"she questioned.

"Um… I can wear what I want when I want, the ring is Spence's grandmother's, and the scarf is his," I replied.

"Oh!" Abigail hugged me. "My little cousin. Pregnant, engaged. I'm not sure how stealing Spence's scarf fits in."

I shrugged. "You're the one who asked. Wait! How did you know I was pregnant?"

"You keep putting your hand on your abdomen, the shirt you're wearing suggests your hiding something, and I wasn't sure until you just admitted it."

"Sneaky little…. I'm going to call Spence and Cassie to make sure everything's alright. Be right back."

"Explain to me again why you're in DC?" Spence asked.

"I got a call from Agent Gibbs saying Abby and the team she works with are in need of help with the case their working on. And not to mention she needs me emotionally right now," I answered.

"I remember you telling me about her being adopted. I just want you to be safe, please?"

"Aren't I always?" I asked in an innocent voice.

He laughed. "Summer, you are a very danger prone damsel-in-distress."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm guessing everything's alright at home?"

"Everything's fine. Quit worrying. Cassie and I have everything under control. You sound like JJ."

"Good, it means my maternal instincts are kicking in. I gotta go. Love you," I cooed.

"Bye. Love you, too."

"Mmm, bye." I hung up and walked back into Abigail's lab. She had company and music was playing.

"Is this Britney Spears?" a brunette man asked.

I listened to the music for a moment. It was indeed a Britney Spears song, but it wasn't Britney singing.

"Abigail Scuito! I thought I told you to destroy all evidence of that!" I snapped in a teasing voice. My cheeks were enflamed with a sudden blush. The man turned towards me and knit his eyebrows together.

She shook her head. "You said I had to destroy everything I had. And I did. This video, however, comes compliments of your goddaughter, AKA Cassidy Barns," she replied.

"I'm telling you; you're one sneaky little – YOU HAVE VIDEO?"

"Oh, you bet your ass I have video." She turned back to her computer and hit a few keys, making a video of me from forever ago appear.

It was from a Halloween party one year, sometime before my mother passed. I was dressed as Britney; short skirt, tied up button-down top, heels, blonde hair in pigtails; the whole nine yards. I was not quite drunk but definitely on my way to being three sheets to the wind.

Someone *coughabigailcough*, with the help of Bella Lou and Cassie, convinced me to sing something. Coincidently, that same someone had brought a karaoke CD. The only bad thing: it was all Britney Spears.

I chose the song 'I Will Be There' because I was drunk and it was the only one that appealed to me. Unfortunately, everyone there had a video camera and therefore something to blackmail me with, which I have yet to live down.

Knowing Abigail, I doubt I will ever escape this nightmare.

"You know, it's not really nice to make fun of a pregnant woman. I am going to make you life a living hell."

Abby smirked. "Do your worst Rainey."

"Families are like fudge... mostly sweet with a few nuts." - Author Unknown

A/n: So I'm posting this chapter this early in honor of Summer's birthday. I decided with everything I made happen in the month of October, we need some uppers.

Over Three times the normal length for me. Hopefully this is going to be true for all the chapters.

The title's libel to change at any time. So if you have a better name for this story please tell me!

I wouldn't expect an update for a while. It takes a while to write 2,000 words on a set schedule when you only have a set thirty-five minutes to write. (This being my homeroom.)

Leave a review and there's some Halloween candy for you.

HAPPY ALL HALLOW'S EVE!