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They were in the air by early morning, and reached Las Vegas by the afternoon. Adam had gave them a better look into Spencer's past. He recalled how he'd been bullied by other children, how he'd done extra work and cleaned classrooms to overcompensate for his father's abandonment and Mother's illness. They all listened with pity.
Adam was enthusiastic when they landed. He led the parade of cars to the Bennington Sanitarium. He got out and could sense Diana nearby. Danny was ready to take control, so Adam rushed to the doors where Diana was waiting. Adam shut his eyes so that Danny could emerge. His posture became shrunken in and his eyes were innocent. He held onto his mother, afraid, and started to cry. Diana, easily adjusting to Danny's presence, plucked him off of the ground like he weighed nothing. He hid his face in her shoulder. She hushed him and kissed his head, stroking his hair with the gentleness only a mother could have.
She carried him to her room and sat on the couch with him in her lap.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" She asked, gently.
"Mommy..." Came the whimper. He sniffled.
"What is it, baby?" Her instincts were in overdrive. Danny just cried harder. The rest of the team was at the door, but neither Mother nor son noticed them. Diana noticed a bruise on his forehead and decided not to ask about it. He was in too much distress. She cuddled him and wiped his tears away.
He shook in her arms, unsure of how to respond. Adam was telling him to be careful with what he said, and Danny knew he was right.
"I don't wanna be bad." He said, quietly.
Diana was surprised. "You aren't bad, sweetheart. Who on earth would tell you something like that?"
"A bad guy."
"You know that bad guys are liars, honey. They'll say mean things to make themselves feel better. Don't listen to a word they say. Okay?"
Danny refused to meet her gaze, but nodded. Diana kissed his head.
"Do you want Mommy to read to you?" She asked in a high voice. Anytime Danny was out she used her special voice to calm him down. He sniffed.
"Okay."
Diana got up and pulled a book off of the shelf. It was The Poetical Works Of Geoffrey by Geoffrey Chaucer. Danny laid his head on her shoulder and put his thumb in his mouth. She began to read to him from The Parliament Of Fouls.
"A garden saw I, full of blossomy boughs
Upon a river, in a green mead..."
Danny started to calm down, sucking his thumb to the rhythm of the poem. Diana, who just looked at the poem for show, couldn't help but consistently look over to make sure her son was okay. Danny was the most sensitive of the group, and needed her guidance the most. She thanked whatever deity would listen that the voices weren't talking to her now.
By the end of the poem, Danny had fallen asleep. Diana carried him to her bed and tucked him in, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. She sighed delicately, then ushered Spencer's coworkers and friends out of the room so that they could talk.
"Come, take a seat." She said. They all sat around a table. "How much do you know?"
"We've met each of them briefly." Said Hotch. Diana exhaled in relief.
"Good. Whenever Danny comes out, you need to call me. He's just a baby and still needs me. Spencer usually takes his medication but something must have happened." She looked at Hotch and Gideon. They shared a glance before looking at her.
"Spencer was away for a while. He couldn't get to his medications."
"So I see." She turned her face upward, as if the agents in the room were beneath her. She felt disappointment.
"Is there a reason why we weren't notified of his condition?" Asked Prentiss.
"Every time I've seen him since joining the Bureau, he's never missed a dose."
"Okay."
"Spencer can't know about his alters. He's not ready to face them."
"He has to know sometime." Morgan insisted.
"I know. But he has to meet them on his own. He has to be ready. They take away his bad memories. The ones that he can't handle."
"Are there any memories we should know about?"
"The one day he never talks about is the day William left. Please promise me you won't say anything about it. He can't handle the pain of that day. He'll immediately switch to Adam."
"Okay. Thank you for letting us know." Said Gideon. There was a sharp screeching sound and Diana ran to her bedroom to get to Danny's side.
His face was red as tears streaked his face. Diana held him tightly.
"H-He hurt m-me. I s-saw bad t-things. I saw D-Daddy." Diana's grip on him inexplicably tightened.
"It was just a bad dream. It wasn't real." She soothed.
He calmed quickly. "Adam's coming back."
"Okay. I'll see you later, sweetie."
"Bye, Mommy."
Adam came out. "Diana. Pleasure to see you again."
"Hello, Adam. How have you been?"
"Well, thank you."
"May I speak with my son?"
"I'm sorry, but he needs to be home for that."
"Alright. I understand. Thank you for bringing Danny here."
"Anytime." They shared a smile and shook hands.
"I'll be sure to have Spencer call you when he gets back home."
"Thank you, Adam."
"It's my duty."
He met back up with Spencer's teammates and drove back to the jet.
They flew back to virginia, and Adam drove back to Spencer's apartment. He put on Spencer's pajamas, got into bed, then let Spencer reclaim control of the body in hopes that he'd think his kidnapping ordeal would be a dream.