AN: The second chapter of Tiny Footsteps here, sitting at 993 words in length, and of course, that is without the title and author's note. I hope you enjoy the continued story as I enjoyed writing it.

Tiny Footsteps, Chapter two, Big Decisions

Spencer made his way to stand behind the couch to look at Penelope's computer screen. On the screen was a somewhat fuzzy image of the front of his building. The time code at the bottom of the screen showed it to be only minutes before he had gotten home himself. Penelope clicked on a small play button and the video feed began its playback.

The pair watched intently as a red headed young woman carrying a bundle the same colour as the blanket the little girl he found was wrapped in entered the building, and leave a few moments later, without the bundle. A few clicks on the key board and the scene changed to the camera outside his door, showing down the hall. The girl stepped out of the stairwell with the bundle still in her arms and walked slowly down the hall, looking at each door before stopping at Reid's. She looked down at the small pile in her arms and hugged it to her chest before laying it gently down on the floor beside the door. The girl stood there for a moment, looking at her child before fleeing back down the stairs. Short minutes later a fuzzy Reid came out of the stair well door and found the baby.

Penelope looked over her shoulder at her younger team mate to watch his reaction. "You know, we have to decide what to do with her." She paused, "And give her a name so we can stop calling her, her."

Spencer looked down at the sleeping baby and sighed a bit. "I suppose so," he started, "its not like I can just keep her, she isn't mine." Spencer began pacing the room, a slight bounce in his step to rock the baby as she slept. "Isadora, meaning gift of Isis, its Greek."

"And I shall call her Izzie." Penelope giggled, then sobered. "You can volunteer to be her guardian until her parents or next of kin is found." She paused to watch Spencer as he watched the little girl. "Or maybe even adopt her once everything is sorted. She was left here for a reason, it wasn't just 'the first door she found' or anything. I think that girl wanted you to have her daughter."

Spencer looked at Penelope and nodded his head slowly. "Can you watch her? I can go get the play pen, it will look better if I have it in here before CPS and the Police get here."

Penelope smiled and held out her arms, "Gimme the gumdrop."

With a laugh he did just that, took the keys to Ester and left the apartment. In the small parking lot behind his apartment building Spencer found Ester the convertible parked next to his old clunker of a car. At first he didn't give his own car a second glance. Until, that is, a stray thought slipped into his ever thinking mind. That car may be safe for me to be driving around in, but not for a baby to be seated in. Spencer made quick work of opening the trunk, grabbing the playpen, and closing the trunk again before nearly sprinting back into his apartment.

Before Penelope even had a moment to greet him he was already speaking. "I need a new car." Now, this would not have shocked Penelope in anyway if not for the fact that for as long as she had known Spencer and Derek, they were always coming back to the argument over Reid's old car. Derek always insisted that Reid needed a new one, while Reid would say that his car was perfectly fine the way it was. And now, here he was saying he needed a new one. Penelope's mouth dropped open to form a perfect 'o'. "You- need a new car?" She asked slightly skeptically.

"Yes, while my car is just fine for me to be driving around here when I need to do running around, it is not a car to be carting a baby around in." His voice trailed off as he began to rummage through a drawer in the kitchen. "I wonder if that note is still in here..."

"Hey, Boy Genius, are you going to set up the playpen anytime soon? Izzie is already sleeping." Spencer looked up from the drawer he was currently half buried in. "Yeah, that would be a good idea..." he stood from his stoop and began setting up the playpen in the corner of the living room, away from all his book shelves and stacks of books. After setting it up he grabbed a small light blanket from the linen closet and laid it out on the bottom. Penelope stood from the couch and placed the baby into the playpen to sleep.

Once the pair were seated on the couch Penelope began to question Spencer. "What now? We do need to call the police because she was abandoned here. Are you going to petition for guardianship? Should we call Hotch and ask for a few days off?"

Spencer looked at her oddly for a moment, "Why would you need a few days off?"

"To help you of course Wonder Boy, I know you don't really have any experience with children other then Henry, and this is a girl." She said like it was obvious.

He looked at her for a moment before nodding at her slowly. "True." He agreed. "Though, seeing as I do have an eidetic memory, I can read a parenting book in ten minutes." Spencer glanced at the playpen in the corner, the blanket had come loose and the little girl was waving her arms slightly in her sleep.

"I think I will, go for guardianship that is."