The paramedics arrived in the room, trying to get a look at his face. "We're going to take him downstairs for further inspection." The medic stated. "Okay, Morgan can you go with him?" Hotch asked, "Sure Hotch." Morgan followed the medics as they carried out a crying child, even the medics hadn't got a looked at his small face. "Poor kid," Emily said, "his mom might have been murdered, he's scared to death, and his father isn't even here to comfort him." she finished with a sigh. Hotch and Prentiss went downstairs to the ambulance, a medic approached the two, "Ok, so we are going to take a few photos of 'im," the medic told the pair, "That's fine, is he okay?" Hotch asked. "Well, we don't really know yet, he keeps moving away when we try to touch 'im. All we know is 'is heartbeat is fine, that's really all we could get." The medic walked back to the ambulance as Morgan walked to the two. "Hotch, this kid is scared to death. Obviously somethin' happened to make him act like this..." Morgan sighed. "Sounds like this kid's keeping a secret, and it's written across his face." Emily told Hotch and Morgan. They all let out a sigh.
A paramedic jogged over to the three agents, "I think you should have a look at this photo..." He sighed, showing them a picture they got of his face somehow, "Oh god," Morgan sighed looking away. The photo showed the boy's face, cover in bruises, some healed, some fresh. He had a cut lip, and blood was still running from his nose a little. "Oh jeez!" Emily gasped, the boy looked adorable but the bruises really covered that up. "How'd you get him to show his face?" Hotch changed the subject. "Oh, that was tough, we had to hold him down a little to keep him from lashing out on someone." The medic gave a small smile and turned away, back to the ambulance.
"Okay, Morgan can you call the team? This is a little new, a woman with a child." Morgan nodded and turned away to call the team down. Hotch let out a sigh as he started to pace around, and around, and around, and around...
"Where's the kid?" Rossi asked as he got out of his car. "Over there," Hotch said, walking over to the ambulance with the others as well," he won't let anyone see his face, it's covered in bruises." "How'd you know what his face looked like if he won't show it?" JJ asked, Hotch simply replied with, "Paramedics." The group walked to the ambulance.
"So, were you able to tell anything else?" Hotch asked the woman with a stethoscope to his chest. "Well, he looks to have a fever, he wasn't fed much, but we couldn't tell much else besides the bruises, that might've come from the dad, or bullies at school." Hotch nodded. "Morgan, contact Garcia, see if she can pull up any evidence this kid is even has a birth certificate." Morgan nodded as he walked off to call Penelope. "The Great Oracle Of Quantico speaking my great Chocolate God, what's goin' on?" Penelope greeted "Hey Baby Girl, can you look into a 'Diana Reid', see if she had any things about havin' kids." Morgan listened for a while, "Nope, not a thing." Garcia told him. "Okay, talk to ya' later Baby Girl." Morgan listened to her giggle a little before she hung up.
"Hotch, he doesn't have any records." Hotch looked at him confused, before nodding and looking to the team. "Guys, he may be a witness to the murder, I think we should take him to the Bureau." The team nodded to Hotch's idea. "We need all the information we can get." Emily said...
"Hey buddy," Rossi went to the little boy, "we're gonna take you down town, let's go." Rossi saw the almost lifeless-looking boy. All he did was sit, until Rossi picked him up with the approval of Hotch.
Finally, they got to the Bureau. Bringing the boy in, they took him into a nice room for him to relax in. They asked the first question. "So, what's your name little man?" Morgan gave a smile. It took at least 30 minutes before they got the smallest answer, "Can'ttellyou." he mumbled quickly, "What's that?" Hotch asked. "Nothing." He quickly told him, almost like he thought he did something wrong. "Come on buddy, just say your name." Morgan stared at the tiny boy, still not showing his face. "Why won't you let us see yor face?" Asked Hotch. The kid lifted his head by a inch. "Spencer." Morgan looked at the boy, "What'd you say?" he asked nicely. "Spencer Reid." the boy let out with a sad look. "Okay Spencer, so how old are you?" Hotch asked with a gentle smile. "9" He mumbled loud eough to be heard.
"This might be a hard question for you Spencer, do you know what happened to your mommy?" Morgan looked at him. "The man told me not too tell anyone what happened. He said I was not a good boy, I'm a bad bad boy." Spencer fell into tears. "Hey Spence it's okay, come on, don't cry!" Morgan regreted asking that question.
"I think we should stop askin' him questions." Hotch pulled Morgan aside. "Hotch, this kid's in danger, his dad might be a serial killer, he SAW the killer, his mom was just murdered, and he has no one to stay with or live." Morgan felt upset, "I have an idea. Get everyone in the conference room now." Aaron commanded walking towards the room.
" I think we should take him to our own houses, then do a sort of trade-off to keep the killer away." Hotch told his co-workers, Spencer sat in the break room, reading a book. "Morgan, you need to keep him the first 2 weeks, can you do that?" Hotch looked at Derek. "Sure." Morgan nodded. "Okay, we'll talk about who takes him afterwards."