I do not own Criminal minds I do own Sam and Sherlock the cat.

This will be a short one.

Poor Spencer and Sherlock.

Spencer come walking into the case room looking like he had been in a fight with gang of angry hedges or with a grater.

His arms and face was full of scratches over his nose was a sticky bandage, and when Morgan and Rossi looked closer they saw that his arms also had bite marks.

"What happened to you Pretty boy?" Morgan asked

"Sherlock," said Spencer short and saw down only to jump up with a loud yelp

"What happened," Rossi asked "And isn't Sherlock your and Sam's little kitten just what six month old?"

"Yes he is about that age now," Spencer said "Sam got the brilliant idea to train him to go with a leash and she was taking him out for a walk and the handed him to me all muddy. She didn't have the time to bath him so I had to do it, and that he didn't like so much."

"So the great genius Spencer Reid got beaten by a kitten," Morgan laughed so much that he fell of the chair he was sitting in.

"Laugh all you want Morgan but you wouldn't laugh if it was you washing Sherlock," Spencer said and tried to look mad at his friend but he failed.

Hotch walked in he said good morning to his time and didn't notice at first that everyone but Spencer was sitting down.

"We have case in D.C so we will take the cars," he said "Garcia could you please tell us about the case."

"Sure thing babe," Garcia said and walked in with her big stomach and kissed Hotch when she walked pasted him, it was also Garcia that notice that Spencer was still standing beside his place.

"Sweetie why are you standing?" she asked.

Spencer blushed red as a tomato and mumbled something.

"Sorry I wouldn't hear you Spencer," Hotch said.

"Because my cat happened to dislike bathing so much that he decide to bite me in the ass," Spencer said "So I can't sit down as it hurt."

Everyone even Spencer started to laugh at that.

When Spencer that evening got home was he tired and in pain from all the bites and scratches he had.

Sam looked up when she heard the door open and then close.

"Hello love," she called to him "How are you?

Spencer walk to her and showed her.

"Look what your cat have down," He said but Sam could see that he was not really mad just tired.

"Oh my poor baby," She said and hugged him, "I will tap up a bath with my grandma's special potion in it. Okay."

Spencer smiled he know that the potion would help with the pain as Sam had made him bath with it when she trained him in martial arts, Spencer followed Sam in to the bathroom where she was make the bath when it was down she helped her boyfriend to get in.

"Care to join me?" He asked.

Sam laughed and nodded and soon was both of them in the bath relaxing and talking.

Sherlock the black and white kitten looked around and when he couldn't find his mummy and daddy the humans he started to look around in the flat and when he found them in the horrid thing that daddy had tried to wash him in earlier that day he stopped and stared at them with big blue eyes.

"Meow brrrr?" Said Sherlock

Spencer and Sam turn and looked at the kitten who looked like a living question mark.

"Hello Sherlock," Sam said and reach out her hand. "We are just bath want to join us?"

Sherlock then did something that surprise both Sam and Spencer he took one big leap and landed in the warm water and seemed to be happy to be there with his mummy and daddy.

"He seems to like bath with us," Spencer Laughed and scratched the kitten behind his ears.

All three was happy and squeaky clean when they went to sleep that night.

The End

My own cat is named Sherlock and have Black and White fur.