Spencer Reid was sitting in his apartment spending his evening alone time the way he usually did – reading. This book was written in Russian. His cellphone rang and he picked it up without looking at the caller ID, fully expecting to be called in for a case.

"Spencer?"

Definitely not JJ.

"Yes."

"It's, uh, Lance." The man was having trouble connecting his sentences, and judging by the screaming wail of a child on the other end of the cellphone, Reid didn't blame him an iota. "Lance Sweets. From the FBI Academy. You remember me, don't you?"

"Yes. Of course." The duo had been remarkably close for them while going through FBI training. However, they hadn't spoken in over three months.

"I need help. Soon. Now."

"Why? Is something wrong? I'm on my way. Do you still live in the same place?"

"Yes. You have a godson right? You've watched him before haven't you?"

"Yes."

"Please hurry! I don't know what to do! I am never going to forgive Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan. They did this to me on purpose!"

"Are you hurt?" Spencer was backing out of his driveway. "Is anyone there with you? Is everyone okay?"

"Um, no, yes, and sort of. Hurry. Please! I am at my wits end! She won't stop screaming!"

"I'm on my way. Just stay calm."

"Don't use an agent voice with me, just get here quickly!"

"All right, Lance, all right. I'm coming."

"She won't stop crying!"

"Wait. You need help baby-sitting?"

"Yes! Didn't I say that all ready?"

"That's not my forte, Lance." Spencer warned trepidation filling him.

"I DON'T CARE! JUST GET HERE!"

"All right, all right. I'm getting there as fast as I can."

"You're an FBI agent. You can break the speed limit! GO FASTER!"

"Lance. Lance, stop screaming. That scares little kids. Calm down. How little is she anyway?"

"Um, I don't know. A week?"

"A week old? Seven days?"

"Yeah."

"Where are her parents?"

"They said they had to take care of something and then they just left. I don't know where they went."

"Okay. Um, have you tried giving her a bottle?"

"She won't take it!" he sounded as though he were tempted to cry himself.

"Is she tired?"

"DOES SHE SOUND LIKE SHE'S THAT RELAXED?"

"Remember, stay calm. I'm pulling in your driveway."

Lance threw the door of his house open, a baby in his arms. Spencer could hear the little girl's shrieking as soon as he opened the door of his car. What had he gotten himself into?

Ten minutes later, the baby, Christine, had finally, finally, stopped crying and had fallen into a sound sleep. Spencer was sitting on the couch beside an exhausted Lance, who was holding the girl. The door opened and a pretty woman around thirty-five entered. She looked close to tears.

Spencer absently wondered why everyone seemed to be inclined towards tears tonight.

"Dr. Brennan!" Lance gasped in relief and handed the woman the baby. "Where's Agent Booth?"

"I don't know and I don't care." Came the doctor's sharp reply.

"What happened?" Lance asked.

"He broke up with me. He said he took a different job in New Orleans, too."

"He's leaving the Jeffersonian?"

"Today was apparently his last day with us."

"Oh, wow." Lance flopped down onto the couch. "I guess that was Cam's big news that she promised for tomorrow."

"Probably." Dr. Brennan had settled down and no longer looked prone to cry.

"Are we getting a new agent to replace him?"

"Yes. An Agent Reid." Dr. Brennan turned towards Spencer, noticing him for the first time. "Who's he?" she asked Lance.

"Um. Agent Reid."

Um, okay, this came to me at like 7:30 and I just had to give it a try. Tell me if you want me to write more, otherwise I probably won't. Will eventually be Reid/Brennan. P.S. I have nothing against Booth, he's a great guy. Thanks. Check out my other stories too! Don't forget to click on that pretty little button below this. You know which one I mean. :)