The Werewolf and the FBI Agent

by SpencerandHotchlover

Spencer Reid born a werewolf meets Aaron Hotchner when he first joins the BAU. He knows immediately that his boss is also his mate, but is unsure whether or not he should say anything. Will he deny his chance at happiness and and when Aaron confronts him about his own feelings? Will have the rest of the team.

1. Chapter 1

The Werewolf and the FBI Agent

Wrote this several years ago. Was intending to add an epilogue in addition never got around to it. Hope you enjoy and if you don't please don't criticize. Would enjoy reviews for this story as well as the rest of my works. Remember this is fanfiction and part of the authors imagination, even if the characters are from Criminal Minds.

SpencerandHotchlover

Part 1

Little Spencer Reid was delighted when he found out that he was going to be a big brother. He was now a big five years old and by the time he was six he would have to help his mama take care of his little brother or sister, which he didn't mind in the least as he had wanted a sibling for quite a few years now, but he had believe that he wasn't going to get one as his mother Diana was sick and had told him that he was special and therefore was going to be an only child. He knew his mother sometimes walked around in a daze or often sat in the living room daydreaming sometimes for hours. He had overheard his father talking to his mother and he had insisted that that she needed to go to the doctor and when she finally had it turned out that she had schizophrenia and Spencer wasn't sure what that was, but he would find out so he could help his mother. Spencer knew that he was very intelligent and understood for more than most children his age, so he didn't understand why his parents tried to keep things from him. He had overheard his father telling his mother that he wanted him to grow up as normally as possible and Diana had replied that he would just have to accept that Spencer would never fit your definition of normal because he's special. He's far more intelligent than most children, and he should not be expected to dumb down just make you happy.

William Reid had been unhappy at this Spencer knew, and he had tried to figure out why his father was mad just because he understood far more than most kids his age. Spencer knew that he was special in a different way besides, his intelligence and that was because he was a werewolf as was his father, although not his mother for she was human. Most of the time a werewolf married within the pack, but not always. Here in Las Vegas while not exactly encouraged it was acceptable so William Reid had married his mother, and the pack supported him, his wife and his son, even though they didn't live on pack lands, but on the outskirts of the city in the suburbs. It wouldn't be long before his brother or sister was born just a few months and he couldn't wait.

Spencer looked up from what he was doing as he heard his father exclaim excitedly, "Quadruplets? Is the Doctor sure?"

"Yes, Will, Dr. Brighten is sure that it's at least quadruplets, although he did warm me there might be a fifth one hidden behind all the others. I thought I was awfully big for one baby and I figured it was at least twins, although big twins."

"Oh, I'm so happy!" William exclaimed and Spencer heard some hugging and kissing going on, which he made a face at.

"I just hope I can carry them to term," Diana said sounding worried and Spencer listened closely making sure not to be seen.

"You knew this was the possibility when you married me," William told her, excitement still in his tone. "You know that I am not completely human and that as partly wolf that whatever woman I married could have more than one pup at a time, although I will admit it's usually twins or triplets, but quadruplets or even quintuplets are not all that rare either."

"I hope they are born soon and yet I hope they aren't," Diana said. "You know I need to take my medicine in order to keep focused and so I don't live in terror and I don't know how I'm going to make it through the last three months."

"It will be worth it in the end," William said, "and also you probably only have two months to go or maybe even just six weeks because multiples are usually born at least a month early."

"Yes, it will be worth it," Diana agreed before it fell silent and Spencer knew that his mother was probably having one of her episodes.

So not only did he have to look forward to a new sibling, but he would get four possibly five siblings for the price of one, which was great as far as he was concerned because he knew after this his mother would never risk getting pregnant again because of her schizophrenia, whatever that was and so he was happy to get at least four siblings, in the not too distant future.

Spencer quietly slipped away being sure not to trip over anything, because he could be extremely clumsy if he wasn't careful. He must never let his father know that he had overheard the conversation, because he would be furious if he knew and he would at least get a lecture about a person's right to privacy and how eavesdropping was wrong. His father was already unhappy with him because not only was he more intelligent than he had a right to be at least according to him, but he was also extremely clumsy. Spencer loved his father, but he didn't see how his father could take offense at something that he had been born with in both cases. Spencer knew that his father was extremely happy to be getting other children, probably hoping that they would be more like him then like their mother, but even though he was only five, nearly six, he knew there was no way of knowing until they were born and had grown up some.

Spencer promised himself that he would start studying up on schizophrenia from the library in town as soon as possible and also how to take care of an infant, so that he could help his mother. He knew that having quadruplets was somewhat dangerous and it was possible that some or all of them would not survive even though the odds were pretty good because of the improvement in medical technology, but it was still a chancy thing to have so many babies at once. He remembered his father telling him one time kind of absentmindedly that werewolf pups tended to be pretty hardy and most of the time they were born live and survived where purely human infants would not have. Spencer remembered asking questions while his father seemed to be in a rather good mood and William Reid had answered them. Spencer knew that he was in the second stage of puppyhood and halfway to being a teenager after he had transformed for the first time when he turned five, nearly a year ago. He had been given responsibilities that fit with his age and he was sure that part of that would be helping to look after his younger siblings when they arrived. Most of the wolves of the pack seemed really nice and they didn't seem to resent the fact that he was way more intelligent than most children or have any might be at least according to his father or that he was a little clumsy saying that he would outgrow that soon enough, and that his body just needed to catch up with the rest of him.

Most of the information he had on werewolves was from someone in the pack instead of from his own father because William Reid didn't want to discuss it and said that he was too young to know anything that he would have to wait until he was the proper age. He had learned from other pack members that this was not necessarily true and that he could at least start learning the pack history and customs since he was already reading and writing and had been since he was four, writing anyway, as he had started reading the year before that, even if some of the more grown-up information would have to wait until he was older. Most pups or even human children didn't start reading or writing until they were six or seven and so they didn't start learning pack history and customs until they were 10 or so. This information had enraged Spencer because his father had deliberately lied to him just because he didn't want to teach him all about how werewolves had come to be and the history and customs behind that. Of course, it was possible that his dad had been planning on teaching him when he did turn the proper age, but somehow Spencer didn't think so and if that was true then William Reid really didn't love his son at all. The Alpha of the Las Vegas pack would be most displeased when he learned that his father had not taught him anything about pack customs, history or laws and Spencer knew it wouldn't be him that the pack Alpha was furious at, but at his father who should have taught him these things as it was his responsibility.

Spencer went back to his book reading rapidly, but while he absorbed the information it contained his thoughts were elsewhere.

~~~Spencer and Aaron~~~

Two months later

Spencer was woken up in the middle of the night and told by a pack member that his mother had gone into labor and that she and his father were already at the hospital. The pack member that had been left to watch over him was named Thomas, although he preferred to be called Tommy even though he was around his father's age, which was late 30s early 40s.

"Why wasn't I woken up before?" Spencer asked quietly.

"Your dad really had to rush your mother out of here as her contractions were coming very fast and her water had already broken," Tommy gently explained. "They left before I got here, but I told them I was on my way and I probably arrived only 5 or 10 minutes after they left."

"How long do you think it will be before my siblings get here?" asked Spencer who was now six years old.

"Well, from what your father told me your mother's contractions were coming close together so I suspect that it won't take as long as normal because of that," Tommy answered not mentioning the fact that the doctors and nurses had probably already rushed Diana Reid into surgery for an emergency c-section as soon as they got there because he wasn't sure that Spencer would understand and even if he did he didn't want to frighten him because he was only six no matter how mature he seemed. "They'll probably keep her in the hospital overnight which is perfectly normal as they will want your mom to get a goodnight's sleep before they send her home. Your siblings however, will probably have to stay in the hospital for a few days maybe even for a month depending on what the doctors find once they're born."

Spencer absorbed the information like a sponge and nodded. "I can't wait to see if I got any sisters, as I always wanted a little sister, or if it's all boys."

"It's probably a combination of both as that's more common than having all of one sex, although that's possible too," Tommy said. "I'll be very surprised if there isn't at least one of each when your parents get home."

"I can hardly wait," Spencer said practically shaking with excitement.

"I don't blame you," Tommy said with a grin. "I'm the oldest of all my siblings too and I well remember when my mother got pregnant for a second, third and even a fourth time until there are 10 of us, including me. The only difference really is I'm one of fraternal triplets, while you're not."

"Wow! That's a lot of children," Spencer said enthralled.

"That's not uncommon in a werewolf family, especially when a couple are True Mates," Tommy told the six year old who nodded. "Why I know families that have 15 children and even one or two who have more than that.

"Wow! 15 children or more? I've never heard of any families that large," Spencer said his eyes as wide as saucers.

"Again that's not unusual in werewolf families since we are more likely to you have multiple births then a normal human," Tommy said.

"How do two people handle having that many children?" asked Spencer.

"Well, all the children of the pack are looked after by those that don't work for a living and whose main job is to care for the young ones. Children who are older like ten or eleven have lessons as I'm sure you know in history, customs and the laws of the pack. Not only does this help them learn what it means to be a werewolf it also keeps them out of trouble."

"So bullying isn't tolerated then?"

"No, not in most packs anyway unless the Alpha is a bad one and either encourages it or doesn't put a stop to it. Why do you ask?" asked Tommy

"Well, it's just that I'm being bullied at school," Spencer begin to explain candidly. "I was just wondering how humans and werewolves were different."

"Haven't you talked to your father about being picked on?" asked Tommy curiously trying to hide his outrage, although he knew it was a very common occurrence in the human society and how boys and men in particular liked to pick on those they considered weaker then themselves. Kids could be picked on for a lot of reasons, because they were shy, because they were to smart in class and made themselves noticed by raising their hand or simply because they were more intelligent then the average kid. There was 100 reasons and probably more why others bullied, but it didn't make it right.

"I told him, but he kind of brushed it off and told me that learning to deal with such things was all part of growing up. I thought I was dealing with it by telling dad who should have at least talked to the principal or the children's parents I would think. Of course, it doesn't help that I am much younger than any of the other students and can I help it if I do so well that I am already in junior high?"

Tommy winced at that because he could well imagine Spencer being picked on simply because he was that intelligent and also much younger than the other students who probably didn't want to get involved by defending him. It sucked, but that's the way it went sometimes. What troubled him more was the thought of William Reid's inaction, where it concerned his son. He didn't tell Spencer this, but family members within the pack were fierce in defending each other, especially parents of their pups. William's brush off of his son's concerns, troubled him more than a little, but he wasn't sure what he could really do about it.

At the least he should have had a long talk with the parents of the children who were being bullies and although that probably wouldn't stop all of it, it would at least do some good and stop some of it. What was Will thinking letting his son continue to be bullied without at least trying to put a stop to it? Had William forgotten one of the most sacred laws of the pack and that was that every child was special and to be protected, no matter what? This was especially true of one's own family.

Tommy shook his head wondering what was going on in William's mind for what he was doing went against everything he had been taught when he was also a child. Spencer was only six for God's sake and he shouldn't be expected to deal with bullies all on his own, not at his age and especially not ones that were at least five years older then he was.

He was going to have to report Will to Keenan, the Alpha and he really didn't want to have to do that, but what choice did he have? All werewolves had to obey wolf laws. He would gather more information first, Tommy decided. Make sure Spencer wasn't exaggerating, although he doubted that as he was only six, but open and honest. Most six year olds couldn't lie about anything as it was usually always obvious, although there were exceptions, but the way Spencer had told it had Tommy believing that he was speaking nothing but the absolute truth.

Tommy winced as he thought about the consequences if he proved Spencer was being honest with him, which he didn't doubt. Tommy couldn't keep this from the Alpha, for not only did it enrage him to think of a pup being tormented for any reason, although he realized a little teasing was part of growing up, but if the Alpha found out that he had kept such important information from him he would be the one in the soup along with William Reid. Besides, there was no way he would be able to keep this to himself because he had been taught from earliest childhood that all pups were special to the pack, no matter whether one parent was human and the other a wolf. Yes, the children bullying Spencer weren't werewolves, but still it was a father's responsibility to at least try to stop his son from being hurt and if he couldn't he could at least counsel him how to deal with it and help doctor any injuries. Just because the Reids didn't live with the pack didn't make these laws any less true, because wolves still had to obey pack laws whether or not they lived on pack territory.

He would worry about it later, Tommy decided as he needed to not worry the six year old sitting in the middle of his bed crosslegged looking not all sleepy despite being woken in the middle of the night, which was an ability that Tommy envied and would likely serve Spencer well when he went to college in a little over a decade. Tommy well remembered the many late nights he had stayed up studying and how much trouble he'd had staying awake in order to do so.

The two talked a little longer and then Tommy urged Spencer to try to go back to sleep and said that a child his age needed a lot more sleep then an adult. Besides, the time would pass faster if he went back to sleep and didn't wake up till morning.

Spencer looked doubtful, but obeyed and lay back down on his side and tried his best to sleep. To his surprise it didn't take him more than a few minutes to drift off and before he knew it, it was morning.

~~~Spencer and Aaron~~~

Four years later

"You can't just leave," Spencer protested as he watched his father head for the door with a packed suitcase. Spencer was now ten and was well on his way to completing his high school education, but his six siblings were only four and they needed their father as they wouldn't understand his absence. Spencer had been quite surprised to learn the following morning that his mother had had sextuplets instead of the quadruplets that the doctor had insisted she was having up until they had actually been born. There were actually two sets of identical twins as well as one set of fraternal and they were all boys despite the odds against such a thing happening. His mother had survived the birth, but had never been quite the same afterwards and if it wasn't for the sextuplets nanny that was from the werewolf pack named Shannon they wouldn't have survived. Shannon was used to taking care of a lot of children at one time as she had raised more then a dozen children herself. She was an older lady whose children were all grown and whose husband had died about ten years ago being killed by a hunter who had believed that Kennedy was a real wolf. When Kennedy had of course, transformed back when he died the hunter had been shocked, but he hadn't lived long enough to report back to anyone as there had been other wolves in the area that had heard the shot and had come running one of them tearing the hunter's throat out before he even knew they were there. The hunter should have known that wolves always ran in packs and this of course, included werewolves since they were wolves sometimes and looked just like them, when transformed.

Spencer helped out as much as he could in between school, and homework and Shannon made sure he knew that she appreciated his assistance no matter how little it was due to other commitments.

"Yes, I can, I've had enough," William growled as he carried his suitcase out the door. "I never would have married Diana had I realized she would get so sick or had such weaklings for sons."

Spencer was more than hurt by his father's words, but he didn't let it show while the man himself was still standing there waiting for a reaction.

Spencer knew that his dad considered him a mistake, but how could he say that about his other six children who were only four for god sakes? How could the man that had a hand in making them who they were consider all seven of his children mistakes and wishing they had never been born. His six brothers were of course, intelligent, very much so as they were already reading at only four, although they didn't know how to write yet, but Spencer knew it was only a matter of time. Why had his dad bothered to marry in the first place if he didn't want pups or a wife?

William gave his son one last disappointed, disgusted look before he disappeared out the door with his suitcase and Spencer knew that he would never return. What were he and his six brothers supposed to do now as he knew that their mother wasn't capable of taking care of all six of them even with Shannon's and his help. He knew if he wasn't careful child services would learn that their mother was incapable of taking care of her children and they would be placed in different foster homes all over Las Vegas, because no families would be willing to take in seven children and he would not be separated from his brothers for anything or let them be separated from each other. He had also learned from his research on Internet at the library that a lot of foster homes were horrible places and there was no way he would subject his brothers to the chance of landing in one of them, not if he could help it.

"Are you all right, Spencer?" asked Shannon who had heard everything, although she had stayed out of the way until William Reid was gone. Shannon had known that this was coming for the last couple of years as William had started to spend more and more time at work leaving his family on their own. Also he had come reeking of some whore's perfume more than once and even Diana who was usually unaware of most things had known. Shannon mentally shook her head as she consoled the distraught boy. She had known from his actions over the years that Diana was not William Reid's True Mate, but a lot of werewolves married without finding their's so she really hadn't thought anything of it at the time. Those marriages were just like human ones and a lot of werewolves made them work regardless, although sometimes after a werewolf had been married for years and had pups they discovered their True Mate and in that instance a split took place, and although it wasn't always amicable a lot of times it was. In this case though, it was a totally different situation altogether even though the split was usually amicable the werewolf always provided for their former family and kept contact with their pups and sometimes even their ex-wife. A werewolf leaving their family with no provisions as far she knew went against werewolf laws not to mention the way William Reid had just stormed out. It wasn't like William didn't have money because as a lawyer he made plenty and he should've made sure that his pups were provided for until they were grown. She was going to have to take this to the Alpha, and she knew immediately that William would be thrown out of the pack and all his assets would be given to his family for werewolf laws were very strict about that and the Alpha would make sure that William obeyed using his Alpha voice if necessary. Shannon wouldn't be surprised if this caused William's death within a year, five at the most, for a wolf without a pack…Well, she could worry about that later once all the children were in bed. She would call the Alpha Keenan when she was sure they were asleep and let him know the situation, although she doubted that William was foolish enough to go back to the pack after what he had done, but if he hadn't the pack would track him down and William had known that when he had left. Perhaps, he felt he could talk his way out of it, but there was no way that would be happening for he had left seven children basically on their own with an ill mother and no funds. Even if Diana had been well, and he had left he still he should have left provisions for his family. Shannon would mention it to the Alpha and make sure he asked William Reid those questions to see if he had left any provisions to his seven underage children.

"I'm fine," Spencer said fighting back his tears.

"It's okay to cry, sweetheart," Shannon told Spencer who finally gave in to his tears that he had been fighting. "What your father did was very cruel and I know you're mature enough to understand when I say there will be repercussions and he knew this when he left."

"Will the Alpha really punish him?" asked Spencer his lower lip trembling.

"Yes, he will," Shannon assured the still crying boy. "I'm not sure what your father is thinking or if he is really thinking at all, because there are severe punishments for what he did and especially for the way he did it. If he had met his True Mate and had told his family this and then left them provided for then, it would have been one thing as that is within our laws. However, to just storm out like he did saying he'd had enough, not to mention the way he's been treating you ever since I came to help your family out, well, I've been reporting to the Alpha on William's attitude. Pups are supposed to be sacred and to most of our kind this is true, although things do go wrong in a werewolf's head occasionally just like happens with humans. I hate to say this about anyone, but I knew William Reid as a child and he was always extremely selfish and in some ways childish, not willing to put in the effect required to help out with someone as ill as your mother, which is in no way her fault. I didn't think he would go this far though," Shannon added shaking her head not in the least bit sympathetic for what was bound to happen to William Reid once he was caught and he would be, there was no doubt about that at all. "He knows werewolf laws as he was taught as a pup just like all children of the pack are and he knew the consequences of leaving his family without at least providing for them."

"Maybe he has provided for us?" Spencer asked more hopefully, then realistically.

"I don't want to get your hopes up," Shannon told him gently. "I will admit it's possible, and although I know this is hard for you to hear and hurts you, I don't think it's likely."

"Thank you for being honest with me, Shannon," Spencer told her quietly knowing deep in his heart that Shannon was right in what she was saying even if it hurt him to know it and for her to say. "You've never treated me like a little kid ever since you came to help with my six newborn siblings from day one and for that I thank you."

"You're welcome, but you were already so mature for your age, that I felt you were already a miniature adult and this has since proved true. I have no idea where you get your mature personality from unless it's from your mother's side of the family, because you definitely don't get it from your father as you are already more grown up than he is and you are only ten years old," Shannon told him sincerely. "You've really been a big help with your siblings and I appreciate everything you do to help with them."

"You're welcome, but I'm happy to help you look after them when I have time as I always wanted a sibling and I got more than I expected four years ago," Spencer said. "I will never abandon them, like our father did and I will always protect them."

"Still, you should be out making friends and acting your age," Shannon told him half seriously. Shannon was sad that Spencer really didn't have any friends, although she could understand it. Due to his profound intelligence he found normal ten year olds were way below him in that department and only interested in playing, among other things that a normal 10 year old was interested in. Spencer on the other hand liked to study and learn new facts and while there was nothing wrong with this, it saddened her that he had no real friends for the older kids really wanted nothing to do with him because he came off as a bit of a know-it-all even if he didn't mean to, not to mention he was also considerably younger. Even the other werewolves, while they had nothing against him and he was allowed to run with the pack when he wanted to, he had no real friends there either, even other adults. He was to smart and intelligent for most of them and he hadn't learned how to dumb down in order to get along better with others and he really shouldn't have to. Shannon thought that it was something that while he had no great friends in the pack at least he had no real enemies either, even if most of them were a little jealous of his intelligence, although not of the way he spouted off facts without thinking about it too much due to his eidetic memory, which was a very rare trait. Shannon knew that the pack would come to his defense, even if he didn't have any real friends among them, just like they would for any other werewolf pup. What Spencer needed really was to find someone that was as intelligent as he was or at least understood that he hadn't had any say in how smart he was or how he had turned out at all. Unfortunately, those kinds of people were few and far between as most of them refused to look past the surface of things to see a lonely child that just needed some friends, ones that would stick by him through everything and not abandon him at the slightest sign of trouble.

Shannon realized that it was partly his sick mother that was to blame for she wasn't there to help raise him or at least not very much. While she had her lucid moments they never lasted very long and she never left the house much anymore. She had been doing the shopping for the family for years now and when the people around the neighborhood asked what relation she was to the Reids, she told she was a distant aunt of Spencer's mother.

"There, all better now?" asked Shannon as Spencer's tears finally dried completely.

"Some," Spencer said quietly all worn out from his crying bout.

"It will get better," Shannon told Spencer gently. "Slowly but surely, the hurt your father caused you won't be so noticeable anymore although you'll never be able to forget."

"At least my brothers are too young to remember this and although I might tell them what happened when they are much older, I don't know for sure that I will," Spencer said. "In a way, I envy them, but in another I don't, because they won't even be able to remember there father by the time they are grown. Oh, they might have a few vague memories of a strange man that looks like them, but that will probably be all. On the other hand they won't remember their father who played with them when he was home."

"We'll just have to make up the difference," Shannon said looking determined. "From now on we are their family and that will be all that matters for many years. Who knows they might want to meet their father someday, but if he isn't dead within a year or two I will be very surprised because once a werewolf gets thrown out of the pack, most don't live very long after that. A wolf without their pack…

"Yes, I understand. I don't like it, but I do understand," Spencer said nodding. "Werewolves, like wolves are pack animals, and need the companionship, whether this is just their pack or their family they need some kind of communion in order to survive. They need somebody just like they are, so they can run beneath the moon together. Most werewolves without some kind of pack whether that pack is human or other wolves die within a very short amount of time usually within five years, although it is often much sooner," Spencer said sounding like he was quoting something. "The pack Alpha will make sure that word gets out to as many packs in other cities as possible and he will not be accepted by anyone of them once it is. Every werewolf's hand will be turned against him, for to abandon your family for no real reason goes against every law that we have."

Shannon shook her head as Spencer quoted word for word what he had been told by Keenan, the pack Alpha just a few months previously. Shannon believed that in his own way Keenan had been trying to warn Spencer what would happen to his father if he abandoned his family without at least making provisions for them. William Reid would be an outcast, which was an old law that hadn't happened at least in the Las Vegas pack in several centuries. If the werewolf in question, was in financial difficulty or had lost their job, in other words, had a legitimate reason for not being able to provide for his family, then that responsibility fell on the whole pack until the werewolf in question was back on their feet or had decided to leave their family because of their financial straights or was killed for some reason.

Usually it was the male that did this, as a mother usually struggled on trying to provide for her children, but it had happened occasionally where the woman left, especially if she was human.

"I think it's time for you to go to bed, you're exhausted emotionally if nothing else and you need to sleep," Shannon finally told her young charge.

"I have to help put my siblings to bed," Spencer protested yawning hugely.

"Don't worry, I'll handle that tonight," Shannon told him firmly. "You're going to bed and you better not protest young man, because you're practically asleep on your feet and you won't last more than another 10 minutes at most before you are conked out for the night."

"Alright, alright," Spencer said knowing that arguing would be useless. "I'm going, I'm going."

"I'll be in to check on you in a few minutes after I put your brothers to bed," Shannon told him shooing him gently in the direction of his room.

Spencer smiled at her sleepily one last time before padded up the stairs to his room, where he got into his pajamas quickly brushed his teeth and climbed into bed. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow and knew nothing else until morning.

~~~Spencer and Aaron~~~