A/N: hiya!!! So before we start I want you guys to know this is based upon criminal minds and Little Gurl lost (a 1988 movie,which I wasn't born in). If anything similar to CM or LGL that isn't mine. Actually the characters aren't mine. I just got this idea after watching Little Gurl lost. Hope you enjoy the first chapter.
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"Hey there daddy" said a brown haired hazle eyes boy.
"Hey there my sweet lil' boy genius" a man said,picking the excited kid up off his feet.
"Why do you call me a 'boy genius'?" the kid asked.
"Well,Spencer,that's because you are a boy and you are a...genius simple as that" the man said tickling the boy's tummy.
Spencer Reid. That was the boy's name. He was five years old,and lives with the Morgan's ever since he was 10 months old. Yes,he is a foster child. He as a big 'brother',Derek Morgan. Big 'sisters',Desiree and Sarah Morgan. His mother is Fran,and the man was his 'father'. Hank Morgan.
He was in foster care his biological father abused him some certain ways,and his mom...was to sick to take care of the poor child. So the Morgan's foster the kid. There was just one catch. Visitations. His dad wanted to see his kid at least once a week. The Morgan's,who really didn't have a choice,excepted. They wanted to just give Spencer the most happiest childhood ever. They succeeded.
Spencer was super happy living with them. Him and Derek play a lot together. Derek takes it easy on the kid when Spencer comes back from his dad's visitation. Derek hated the thought of Spencer with his dad. All alone. The whole family felt the same way. Every time they come,and pick up Spencer,Spencer screams and cries begging them to let him stay. It is a horrific site for them all.
"What you get me?" Spencer asked,still up in his dad,Hank's,arms.
"Well let's see.." Hank said as he reached into the truck window. He grabbed a big bag out and handed it to the kid. "There you go".
The kid looked inside,and gasped with enjoyment. "It's a book on mathematics" he said with happiness shown in his face and tone.
Do we have to mention the kid had a passion for reading?
"Thank you daddy" he said hugging Hank.
"Your welcome" Hank replied.
They both went inside the house to be greeted by two girls. "Hey dad" said Desiree. Sarah said the same thing. "Hi daddy". "Hey girls" Hank said. Spencer got down from his father's grip,and went into the living room."Hey Spencer" said Derek once he saw the kid entire the living room.
"Hi Derek" Spencer said as he got upon the couch next to Derek.
Derek and Spencer watched TV for bit before they heard mrs.morgan call them. "Boys supper" she called.
The kid's got up off of the sofa,and went into the kitchen. "Spencer,tomorrow is your check up" said mrs.Morgan. Spencer nodded. "I'll get a balloon" he said happily. Even though he was smart doesn't mean he isn't still a lil' kid. "Yes you will. You can take it to the visitation with papa William" she said. That's when everything stopped.Spencer looked at his 'mother' with tears.
"But I don't wanna go to papa's" he said.
"I know you don't wanna go,but you have too" said Fran.
"BUT I DON'T WANNA GO" Spencer yelled upset.
It gotten silent until finally Fran spoke again."Spence,please eat something".
Night...
"NO MAMA DADA NO PLEASE NO DEREK DESIREE SARAH NO PLEASE NO NO NO NO " yelled Spencer in his sleep. Everyone got up from the terrifying sound of Spencer screaming. "I got it" said Fran. She went over to Spencer,and cradled the crying boy in her arms.
"MAMA MAMA NO" he yelled still asleep.
"Spence Spence its okey mamas here it's okey" she calmed the kid down. Derek watched as his mother cooled his 'brother' down. He sighed. This wasn't new to them. This happens every night before the visitations.
Next day...
"Don't touch me there" lil' Spencer said.
He was taking a bath before visitation so he could be clean. His 'mother' was helping him. "Then you do it" Fran said. Spencer shook his head following by him saying,"no".
"Spencer why do you act like this? I know you don't like to go to the visitations,and I don't like sending you there either" Fran said.
""I mean he feeds you right? And he plays with you right?" Fran asked. The kid didn't respond. He just looked down."Right?" Fran asked again. Spencer was staying quiet,until he sparred out words that got his 'mom's' attention. "I don't want him to touch me on my bottom" Spencer said in a slightly whisper.
"What do you mean?" Fran asked.
The boy started to shake of the fear of what was gonna come out of his mouth. He was told exactly not to tell anyone,but now he was trapped. He couldn't keep it in anymore. Just one person. One person and that'll be okey. "Touchs me on my private parts" Spencer replied shyly. Fran's eyes widened up at the words that came out of his fosters son's mouth.
"I don't wanna be naughty" said Spencer in a whinny voice.
"Oh,of course not,come on,let's call your daddy"Fran said,throwing a towel around the wet Reid.
She carried the young boy in her arms while going to the home phone. She put a number in,before the ring started. No one answered. She sighed in frustration. The time she needs her husband,he can't pick up.
He probably was busy.
A few more hours,a car came through the Morgan's drive way. A gray mustang. A young man came out. He walked to the door,and knocked. Immediately the door swung open to show a steamed Fran Morgan. "I need to talk to you" she said seriously.
The man walked in,and looked at the angry mom. "What is it?" he asked. "Did Spencer tell you that his dad was touching his private parts inappropriately" Fran asked. The man giggled a bit as he he looked down. "He said his father was pulling his bottom,what ever that means" the man said.
"WELL IT MEANS SOMETHING. HAS IT EVER OCCURED TO YOU THAT MAYBE SPENCER IS GETTING HURT BY HIS DAD LIKE BEFORE" Fran yelled.
"Look,he as no record. He is clean. This completely obvious. He is spoiled rotten. Why go to a trailer with only a few toys,when home you have everything a kid could want" Nathan said.
Fran could feel anger build up inside her body. She couldn't ever think of Spencer has spoiled. "ARE YOU SAYING THAT I DONT KNOW MY CHILD. WELL I DO KNOW MY CHILD" Fran yelled. Nathen was just laughing at the response. He pinched the bridge of his noise,before responding. "You seem to have forgotten that he isn't your child,he is your foster child" Nathen said. Fran didn't care if Spencer wasn't biologically in the family,she just wanted Spencer to be okey. ""Hey Spencer you got any facts for me like last time?" asked Nathen.
Spencer as been watching the conversation. He ran over to Fran. "MOMMY PLEASE JO PLEASE" he yelled. Fran hold on to the lil' kid. "Let's get this over with " said Nathen. Nathen tries to grab hold of Spencer,but Fran kept him from doing so. "I'LL TAKE THIS CHILD" she yelled. She walked to the mustang with Spencer crying in her arms. She opens the door trying to get Spencer's arm around her neck. It killed Fran that her 'son' was crying. "Spencer I don't wanna send you there,but you will be back before you know it" Fran said hoping that was true.
Nathen closed the doors once he saw Spencer's arms in the car. "Shut up" he said. Fran glared at the man. Spencer yelled,"MOMMY GET ME OUT PLEASE". He repeated that. Once the mustang left the drive way,you couldn't hear Spencer anymore. Fran watched. She cried. How could someone hurt a precious kid?
