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Chapter 2

Every time I close my eyes I am back at the diner. Her scared green eyes and long curly hair stand out as her statement about our child is running through my ears as if the chimes were on repeat. Two weeks later, this statement leaves me, Spencer Reid, lost for any words at all. One day I am happily working with the FBI with no personal life at all, and the next I am debating what to do about the fact that my friend and my child are a thousand miles away and I am lost to a desire to do something, anything really at this point.

It takes until 4am in the cold hotel room until my brain gives up on sleep, and I take a shower and get ready for the upcoming day by reading the files to the case. My track of time must have been lost because there was a pounding on my door, and my partner Agent Morgan was yelling my name for me to come out.

I slip my shoes over my habitual mis-matched socks and follow him down to breakfast and a coffee. "Is something going on, kid?" I glance up to see Derek's eyes glancing on mine, I do not reply. "You seem a bit off your rocker lately. Anything been going on?" I shook my head.

"It's been hard for me to sleep." I concluded, before taking a bite of my cinnamon bun.

"Headaches?"

"Nope. Just a lot on the mind. It comes with the job I assume." he nodded, and went back to his breakfast as I went back to mine.

Throughout the day, people much have noticed my offness. I was trying to be discreet about it, and clearly failing miserably. The end of a day with no leads could not come sooner as I was back to where my day began, awake in the cold hotel room. I knew that sooner or later I would have to sleep. My job relied on my being focused and alert, and with no sleep, both seemed accomplishable. It was then that I knew it was time to tell someone.

I slipped my shoes back on and headed down the hallway, knocking gently on the door five or six down from mine until footsteps were heard and the familiar blonde came to the door. "Spencer?"

"Hi JJ. May I come in?" she looked at the time on her phone before shrugging and stepping aside. I slipped my boot off and went to go sit on the chair, the same as mine in my room.

"Okay, what's going on?" she asked, breaking the short silence. "Let me be the first to tell you that you are not yourself at all. I mean you seem tired and confused and off track, something has been eating your mind and you should tell me." I inhaled a big breath before replying to her truthful words.

"I think I made a mistake." he said simply. "But on the other hand I think it's really right." she looked confused, as if my one head suddenly turned into three. "Did you ever get to see Molly?"

"Who?"

"Uhm, Margret?"

"Oh yah, I saw her when she came and met you at the office. She seemed nice!" I nodded. "Well what about her?"

"Margret and I have been close friends since I was sent off to some sort of came when I was 11 and she was nine. I'm the only one who calls her Molly, but pretty much we are best friends. She came into town a few months ago and we met up, and after a few glasses of wine we started telling stories, and somehow the fact that I was still a virgin 2 days before my 30th birthday came up, and she said that we couldn't let that happen, so..." JJ nodded, wrapping her feet up and tucking them underneath her. "When she came two weeks ago, we went to a diner and she told me that... she got pregnant. And it's mine. And we're keeping it." the look on JJ's face said she was playing through the whole conversation over and over, and it made me feel a bit awkward. He mouth opened, and closed again as she went back to thinking.

"So you and... Margret... had sex because she found out you're a virgin?" she asked slowly.

"Well that's just how the topic came up! I suppose I worded that badly but we continued talking about it and some feelings were admitted and then I kissed her. It wasn't our first kiss but something was so different about it." I thought. "I never thought it would lead to this situation."

"How do you feel about this?"

"Uhm... It's weird but I am actually kind of excited to tell you the truth. I'm an awkward 29 year-old male and I never thought I would even get a kiss rather than a chance at a child in my lifetime. I guess if I don't get to spend a huge time in its life, it's better than not having a child at all, right?" she smiled lightly.

"That's a good sign. But a "better than" statement always demonstrates that you want more that what you originally stated. Spence you want to raise this child with Margret, don't you?" I nodded right away, knowing this was true. "Well go tell her when we get back! Where is she?"

"She went home." I sighed. "To Canada."

"Why is she there? Shouldn't you guys be working this out together?"

"She made it very clear that she doesn't need me. She has a job and a place to live and quite a bit of support from her family and friends since she has been living there all her life." JJ just rolled her eyes. "What?"

"Spence, no matter what she says, I know from personal experience that raising a baby is extremely hard, even with two parents. A single one... I couldn't even imagine. Consider going and finding her ASAP, even if it means leaving now and hooking up to video chat as soon as you possibly can." I knew she was right. I had to do it for the sake of this family to be not being torn to shreds.

"Thanks' JJ." I reached out and hugged her closely. "Sorry to disturb you. Go back to sleep."

"Not a problem. Good luck!" I waved back to her, and just as I was reaching the door, I heard my name again, and I turned around. "Congratulations." I gave her a genuine smile before leaving the room and heading to my next destination; Garcia's room.

I heard her mumble in anger to whoever was at the door as she came up to it on the other side and opened it, her anger turning to confusion at her sight of me standing at the doorstep. "Spencer?"

"Hi Garcia! Can you do me a quick favor?" she nodded. "Can you find me the address of Margret Giroux?"

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