Title: Growing up Genius Part 1: Kids are Always Just Kids
Author: Trista Groulx
Disclaimer: I don't own these folks, never claimed to as they belong to their creator, network, writers and actors and actresses that bring them to : T
Summary: Reid and Prentiss' daughter is now four years old. What's she like?
Notes: Wow, so this the last in my series (Wedding Dates Blues, Who Celebrates Six Months?, Drama Love and Parents, Planning the Big Day, Sometimes the Best Laid Plans Bumps in the Road, Developments and Changes, A New Addition). I'm not sure there is the same interest in this as when I started it. But I wanted to bring it through to the end. Then I'm gonna start on a whole new series with this pairing cause I heart them. Which will not be as long! Let me know if you still like this.
Sonya Prentiss-Reid was now four years old, she was at her best Henry Jureau's house. Will was watching the two kids, as he did once a week, he was glad that the weather was warming up so they could play outside. Although they were fairly well behaved but they could get on each other's nerves when they were in the house all day. It was still fairly cool out, the kid were in their coats, and rubber boots.
Will normally watched Sonya twice a week, and Prentiss would watch Henry once a week; after Henry was done school, and Sonya was finished pre-school. The two kids were growing up like they were cousins, which is exactly what JJ and Prentiss had wanted for the kids. Neither of them wanted to have another child, but didn't want Sonya and Henry to grow up alone either.
"Uncle Will!" Sonya exclaimed coming over to him. "My coat is too warm, can I take it off?"
"It's still too cold for you to wear just your t-shirt," Will told her. "I can go find one of Henry's old spring coats if you want to borrow."
"Can you please, I'm too hot."
Will was still amazed by the little girl. She was two years younger then his own son, but she was so articulate. He sometimes forgot when he just watched the two kids playing that Sonya was as smart as she was. She acted like any other child when she was with Henry, but as soon as she opened her mouth she sounded like she was three times her age. He went inside and found her a lighter to coat to play in.
He brought it out, and she took of her own heavy coat, and put on the new one. She easily zipped it up all by herself. Will was amazed how she could be a genius just like her father one second and then his son's best friend the next. She was a sweet little girl and he was glad he got to watch her grow up with his son.
"Thank you Uncle Will!" she exclaimed, then ran off to play with her friend.
Will was sitting on the patio with a coffee watching the two kids as they ran around the yard after each other. It might be warm for them to be running around after each other, but it was still very cool outside in the early spring. He watched them playing for a little while longer, and then slipped inside to use the bathroom and refill his coffee cup.
Sonya and Henry were still outside playing. They had started to play on the wooden play structure that JJ and Will had bought Henry one year as a Christmas gift. It had swings, a slide as well a part that was covered for them to play under. Sonya liked that they didn't have go the park to play on a slide when she was at Henry's. The kids play on the play structure all day long, they would make up all kinds of imaginary stories.
"I'm tired of sliding," Henry complained.
"Well I'm not," Sonya replied.
"I want to swing."
"Then you gotta show me how to swing by myself like you do!"
"I can't!" Henry protested.
"I showed you how to not get scared when you gotta read out loud!"
"I know but I'm not as smart as you."
Sonya scrunched up her nose. "I'm not smart!"
Despite everything Sonya knew, she didn't realise that she was different from her friend. She thought she was just like every other child her age. She didn't realise when she was at day care or preschool that the other kids her age couldn't read by themselves like she could. Sonya thought that it was normal that she could read books out loud to her parents. She knew that her daddy was smart, but didn't think she was the same as him.
"Yeah you are!" Henry told her. "You're like super smart! You know more stuff than I do and you're not as old as me."
"Well you're being silly," she huffed. "I still don't know how to swing by myself, and you could show me how!"
"I can't show you. But I bet you can't climb up on top where the swings are," he challenged his friend so she would stop bugging him.
"I bet that I can!" Sonya defended.
Sonya was up on the play structure in a minute, trying to climb toward where the swings were. She was good at climbing things, she liked to climb on everything. She was doing all right at first. Then her big rubber boots got in the way and she lost her footing, and fell, hitting her head. Henry looked up and noticed that his father was not on the patio anymore, he ran into the house.
"Dad! Dad!! Sonya fell!" he exclaimed, bursting through the door.
Will went running outside, and was surprised to see Sonya still on the ground. He kneeled down in front of her, checking her. As he pulled out his cell phone to call for an ambulance. He was glad that he didn't see any blood, but the fact that she wasn't awake meant that she had really hurt her head. He hoped that Prentiss wouldn't be mad.
"What happened?" Will asked his son.
"I told her that she couldn't climb up on top of the swing," Henry whispered. "I didn't think she'd do it, and that'd she'd fall. Is Sonya gonna be okay?"
"She'll be fine, but she needs to go to the hospital."
Will was relieved when someone answered the phone. He told the dispatcher what had happened. It felt like a lifetime that he had to wait for to hear the sirens. He was glad when the paramedics came, and loaded her into the ambulance. They were trying to reassure him that Sonya was going to be all right, but Will was more worried about how Prentiss was going to react to all of this.
Emily Prentiss, meanwhile was at work. She had just sat down to eat her lunch. It had been a trying day. There were days where she missed being a part of the BAU, but she liked being able to go home every night and tuck her daughter into bed. The four year old was more than worth the sacrifice. She was still with the FBI, but was now a teacher. Garcia joked all the time that she and Spencer Reid were the FBI power couple, especially since Prentiss had received completed her PHD programme in social psychology.
Prentiss taught the basics of profiling, and how watching human behaviour helped in every day investigations. Some of her students were looking for an assignment to the BAU, but most were just interested in learning how to use basic profiling to their advantage so they might not have to wait for the highly sought after department in order to solve a case. It seemed to be helping, and it felt good to her that she was able to still help people, indirectly. Often times the team would still ask her what she thought when they hit a wall in a case, but she thought that had more to do with the fact that she was always available through Reid then their needing her. It still felt nice to bounce around ideas in the bullpen from time to time.
She had opened a book the Reid had insisted she read, and was just starting to get into it, in between bites of the chicken Caesar salad that she was enjoying, when her phone began to ring. She was surprised to see JJ's home number show up on her caller ID. Although she knew that it was Will she was still surprised to see the number show up. He didn't usually call her when he was watching Sonya. He liked to watch the little girl. She put a bookmark in her book and answered the phone.
"Emily," Will mumbled, his voice frantic.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Sonya fell, she was climbing on the swing set we have in the back yard, and she fell off, she hit her head, and I have no idea what else she managed to hurt. We're on the way to the hospital now, she's going to want you once she wakes up. I'm so sorry. I took my eyes off of her for a few minutes."
"Yeah, I'll meet you there."
Prentiss hung up the phone, she went into her superiors office, and explained what had happened, they he assured her that they could just reschedule the class. She practically ran to her car, and then began to dial Reid's number frantically. She got annoyed when he didn't answer the phone. She knew that he was working and couldn't answer it, but this was not the kind of message she wanted to leave on his voicemail. She didn't even know how badly their daughter hurt, but she knew he would want to hear it from her not a recording.
Reid, meanwhile, was interviewing a suspect in the team's latest case. He felt like the whole thing was going nowhere. The woman sitting in front of him would not trip up. Hotch, and Morgan had already tried, and finally sent Reid in thinking that his being a genius would be able to outsmart the brilliant young woman. So far he had had little success, although he blamed it in part on his ringing cell phone. He tried to ignore it, but he knew that is was his wife calling.
Prentiss had never called him more then once before. She knew that if he didn't answer it meant that he was busy with the case, and she would wait for him to return her call. She had worked in the field for years before their daughter was born. Prentiss had since quit the BAU, and was now a teacher with FBI academy to be able to spend more time with their now four year old little girl. After the fourth time in a row the phone rang, and he didn't hear the familiar beep of getting a voicemail he knew something must be wrong.
He excused himself, still the woman in the interrogation room said nothing. Hotch was shocked the Reid had left in the middle of the interview. Reid was always the picture of professionalism when he was in the field. He had never walked out on an interview to answer his phone before.
"Reid! You weren't done in there!" Hotch reprimanded.
"I know! But Emily kept calling me, I'm pretty sure that this isn't about my forgetting to put my socks in the hamper again," he explained, walking past his boss, and calling home.
Reid didn't care about the consequences of his actions. He knew that he shouldn't walk out in the middle of an interview, but his family came first. His mind was not all there once he had gotten the second call, and all the time in the world with the suspect would not have made a difference. Reid took out his phone then he dialed Prentiss' number.
"Emily, what's wrong?" he asked when he heard her answer the phone.
"Sonya," she replied, her voice quivering.
She knew that she had to keep herself together. She didn't have time to pull over on the side of the highway and have an emotional breakdown because her daughter had been hurt. Sonya needed her to get there and hold her hand. Hearing his voice made her realise that it was real. Sonya was hurt, and Reid was thousands of miles away, busy working on a case. Knowing that she was close helped her feel better, and solidified her choice to no longer travel in her mind. She couldn't imagine her four year old being alone, or with a family friend when she was hurt. At least one of them could go and hold her hand, and reassure her that she was going to be all right.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "Is she all right? What's going on?"
"Slow down, Spencer," she whispered. "Yes, I mean, I think so. I don't know Spencer!"
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"I'm not with her right now! I just got a call from Will!" she cried into the phone. "She was playing with Henry. She climbed up the play structure they have. She fell off of it and hit her head. They are on their way to hospital now."
"I'm on my way home. I don't know how long it will be."
"You were clearly busy, you can probably finish what it was you were doing."
"My head won't be in it. My little girl is hurt, when she wakes up in that hospital room a phone call won't calm her down. She'll want both of us to be there. I don't care if I have to fly the jet myself!"
"Spencer just because you have read one hundred and thirteen books of flying planes, and can fly a single engine prop plane does not mean you can fly a jet!"
"I highly doubt it will come to that," Reid reasoned. "I love you Dolcezza I'll be there as soon as I can."
"I love you to Spencer, I'll tell Sonya you're on your way when I get to see her."
The two of them hung up their phones at the same time. Reid put his phone in his pocket then went over to Hotch. Rossi was now in the interrogation room. Reid was white as a sheet as he went back toward the room.
"What's going on Reid?" Hotch asked.
"Sonya fell and hit her head, I need to go home," he explained. "Once I know she's all right I could come back, but my mind isn't going to be in this case until I see her."
"If you're planning on coming back, I can arrange transportation."
"I am, once I know that she's all right, thank you."
Reid couldn't believe how quickly Hotch had been able to pull the necessary strings it took for him to have access to the plane so he could get back to Virginia. It wasn't even an hour before he was on the plane. Reid could barely sit still as he sat alone on the jet, waiting for it to land so he could go to the hospital to see his daughter. He was fairly certain that a rocket or worm hole would not be fast enough to get to his daughter's side. He tried Prentiss' phone to find out an update, but got no answer.
End Part 1
Notes: Okay I know this was evil of me. But as always this fic is complete, and will be updated daily. I hope you like the look at Sonya. This was the hardest part of this fic for me to write. Probably because I know it's the end. I hope I am doing justice here. After this I have a new idea in my brain so look for it.