If not for the rumbling in his stomach, he may not have glanced up from his book for hours. Glancing at the watch strapped securely around the long sleeved shirt he was wearing. 11:45 A.M. a reasonable time for lunch Spencer Reid thought to himself as he stretched out the cramped feeling that his back was beginning to feel, after all sitting on a bedroom floor for hours on end would do that to people. He glanced at the book he had been reading and frowned, he really needed to finish it if he wanted to be able to work on his assignment for his psychology course that he was taking, he hoped to have his fourth doctorate by the end of the month. His stomach solved his problem for him, by letting out a loud growl. Standing up swiftly from the floor he looked for a place to put his book, there were piles of books everywhere but he decided against placing it with them, should it get lost he would not be impressed. He saw a small space on his bookshelf next to a framed photo of Henry, J.J. and himself. As he placed the book down he grinned at the look on the little boys face in the photo, it was filled with happiness, content and love. He was grinning at the camera which was being held out at arm's reach by J.J. who was pulling a silly face. The photo had been taken on Henry's fifth birthday last month and Reid loved it. He brushed his fingertips along the frame as he left the room and headed towards the kitchen; he would make himself a sandwich and then finish the book. He might write the essay tomorrow, Spencer thinks to himself. As he enters the kitchen he opened the cupboard to find the jam for his sandwich, the cupboards were almost empty, never much point in filling them if he was likely to be called away at a moment's notice. He looked at the bread bin and thought to himself, when was the last time he had been food shopping? Two, three, weeks maybe? But he wouldn't have gotten bread would he, not knowing that he can be called away at any given moment? He couldn't rember. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he walked over to the counter and grabbed a butter knife, using the tip he flipped over the cover on the bread bin and almost passed out at the sight, it was horrible, a stinking mouldy mess of god knows what was sitting in his bread bin. He quickly slammed the lid down and walked away. The team had leave for a month; he would go out and buy food, and a new bread bin. Walking into his room again he grabbed his phone from the shelf in the hall and dialled the number of his favourite female co-worker, J.J. as he was looking in his wardrobe for something suitable to wear, because honestly he didn't think anyone needed to see him in sweatpants and an oversized star-trek hoodie. When he finally opened the wardrobe (it took a while, there were alot of books in the way) he groaned, washing was another thing he needed to do this month. Unfortunately J.J answered the phone as he was groaning.

"Hey Spence, is everything okay?" she asked with worry lacing her voice.

"oh hi, yeah I'm just annoyed, I haven't done any washing since we got back and all I have to wear is that pair of skinny jeans that Garcia got me as a joke last Christmas and I need to go food shopping and was going to ask if you and Henry wanted to join me." He said holding up the offending pair of jeans for inspection.

"uhh Spencer, I can assure you they were not a joke gift, and I'm not sure we can make it, henry still needs lunch and I have work to do, maybe some other time?" she asked

"well I was going to be buying lunch while I was out and as for the work we have a month off jj leave it will still be there when you get back, besides, you only got back last night and we were away for almost two weeks so I'm sure you don't have much food either. Come on JJ how could it hurt?" he said deciding to wear the stupid pants.

He heard a sigh on the other end of the phone that was quickly cut off by the sound of an excited five year old squealing.

"Uncle Spencer's on the phone, he's on the phoney phone phone" he yelled happily sounding, in spencers opinion very close to J.J's ear.

"Well if you pay for lunch for your godson too then you can expect us in twenty minutes." She said.

"Okay see you then, bye"

"See ya soon Spence" she replied.

Spencer snapped the phone shut and smiled to himself, he could spend some time with JJ and Henry. Realising that he needed a shirt while he was out he re-opened his wardrobe and looked, the only shirt that was there was the very tight black shirt that had come with the black skinny jeans. Spencer rolled his eyes and thumped his head against the door of the wardrobe a few times before sighing in defeat, he had to get dressed and throw away the bread bin before J.J. and Henry got here. He walked to the only room that didn't have books in it and quickly turned on the shower, while he waited for the pipes to heat up he walked to the kitchen and opened the window, sticking his head out and looking down he saw that the dumpster was open and directly under his window, as usual. He grabbed the bread bin and threw in into the awaiting dumpster and closed the window. He glanced at the clock on the wall, they would be here soon. He ran to the bath room and jumped into the warm water.

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A/N: Hey guys, Cooey here! This was just an idea that has been playing in my head for a few weeks, and it felt good to get it on paper. I would just like to say now that I don't have a beta reader, so if you notice any grammar errors that will endanger your life, let me know. This is my first (non-case) fic, so please review? Let me know what you think. Thanks guys, until next time, Cooey out!