With a wedding to plan, Dr. Spencer Reid didn't believe life could get any more frustrated. That was before.
This is now.
It all started when his doorbell was rung at noon at what was supposed to be his day off. With a sigh, Nathalie goes to answer the door and comes back with two policemen. One of which looks vaguely familiar.
"Dr. Spencer Reid?" The older one asks.
"Yes, can I help you?"
"We have Jessica and Jamie down at the station. They flew in after their mother was arrested yesterday." The old one says.
"I don't know them." Spencer says confused.
"They're your god-children. Jessica and Jamie Madison. Didn't you know Ethan Madison, or his wife, Courtney Madison?" the younger officer says, just as confused as Spencer.
"Ethan never had kids. He was my brother, I would've known." Nathalie says.
"Well, they are his kids. 'Spencer Reid' is signed as God-father, and they have no one to look after them." The older one says, informing them of the issue as if they don't already see it.
Spencer takes a seat on the couch, his head spinning. Numbers, facts, and memories cloud his head as he tries to make sense of it all. Yes, Courtney and Ethan had dated. But she had to move away, and then…Ethan didn't join the FBI with Spencer like they had planned. But Ethan said music was his career instead….When did they get married?
"How old are they?" Spencer asks. Nathalie was currently arguing that there was some mistake, but she stops at his question.
"Jessica is thirteen, Jamie is eleven." The old cop says after looking down at a file in his hands. All the pieces click together.
"Ethan didn't go through with FBI training because Courtney was pregnant." Spencer says to Nathalie. He watches as it all comes to make sense in Nat's head.
"I'm an aunt and that bastard never told me?" Nat says finally. The two officers keep quiet and watch as the young couple in front of them are trying to understand something so absurd.
In the spur of the moment, Spencer starts laughing. Three sets of surprised eyes stare at him uneasily.
"Ethan, always full of surprises. Even when he's dead."
Spencer and Nathalie are left with no choice but to go to the station and get the kids. Two strangers are to come live with them. Once inside, Spencer quickly spots the two children. The girl couldn't be anymore different from her brother. Her aura seems to send of rays of asperity while her brother's aura seemed to give off a sense of helplessness. The girl's corn-silk hair covered her face and the boy's shaggy dark hair seemed to serve as a shield to keep him away from the world. They reminded Spencer of the younger version of Ethan and Nathalie.
"Jessica, Jamie?" The younger officer asks.
They both look up, their eyes identical, freaky shades of blue.
"You're Spencer." The boy says. "Dad had pictures of you."
"Yeah, this is Nathalie. She's your aunt; your dad was her brother." Spencer explains. The girl seems to be sizing both him and Nathalie up as if they were threats.
"How about we go get your stuff?" The young officer asks. Spencer follows him in the back to find about seven duffel bags, over filling with stuff.
I'm going to need a bigger house, Spencer thinks.
After everything is loaded into Spencer's car, the kids stare at the ground awkwardly.
"Thanks." Spencer says to the young officer, who stands next to him.
"Anything, Dr. Reid." He says with a grin.
"You were at one of my lectures." Spencer says, now picturing why the officer was familiar.
He nods and shakes his hand before walking inside.
"Doctor?" Jessica questions a little anxiously.
"I have 3 PhDs. I'm not a medical doctor. I work at the Behavior Analysis Unit with the FBI." Spencer explains. Jessica seems to instantly relax, which makes Spencer wonder why she hates doctors.
"What do you do?" Jessica asks, turning to Nathalie.
"I have a record deal, thanks to your father." Nathalie says blushing. Spencer doesn't bother correcting that she did it all on her own, but he was sure thinking it.
With nothing more to say, Jessica gets in the backseat. Jamie runs a shaky hand through his hair before sliding in next to her.
Once at the house, Nathalie makes lunch for the kids. Jessica stares at the food, but chooses not to eat it. Jamie on the other hand, digs right in.
"There is a big guest room and a smaller room. We'll work on finding a bigger house this week." Spencer says.
"Don't bother." Jessica says sourly.
"Excuse me?"
"Our Mom will come get us as soon as she gets out of jail, so don't bother."
Before Spencer could think of a nice way to explain how that would never happen, Jamie cuts in.
"Mom doesn't want us." His blue eyes shine in a way that seems lethal.
"No, she just doesn't want you. There's a difference, Jamie." Jessica says.
"Shut up, Jess. At least I can accept that she hates us." Jamie says. Jessica's eyes burn with anger as she hurries off to another room.
Spencer's phone rings and Nathalie avoids looking at him. She knows what that call means.
She is proved right when Spencer says "Ok, J.J. I'll get there soon."
"I'm sorry." Spencer says, putting an arm around Nathalie.
"It's fine. Go save someone." She says, grinning.
"Love you." He says, giving her a light kiss. Both of them are aware of Jamie's watchful eyes, but he doesn't say anything.
"Be safe." Nat calls after him.