The case in New Orleans had taken longer than they had expected, and Spencer was glad to be headed home facing a bit of a medical reprieve. He had cracked a few of his ribs and had been ordered to stay home and catch up on paperwork while the others worked out in the field.

He had acted upset, but inside, he was gleeful at knowing this would afford him time to watch Will and find out what his routine was. And so, when the team headed out to Montana two days later, he waved dejectedly to them, struggling to keep from showing just how happy he was at being left behind.

Chuckling a little, he turned back to his work, knowing he wanted to get a lot accomplished before he took off for a long lunch. This was the one time that he was grateful for his speed reading ability and he quickly finished the pile off before heading out for the day.

The first place he headed to was the park. Spencer had done his homework, and had managed to finagle Will's work schedule from JJ, giving her the excuse that if he could, he would be more than willing to help him look after Henry. She had seemed grateful to him, and willingly handed over a copy of his schedule for the next month. Spencer had noted the days that Will had off, and would likely be out with his lover.

Will was as predictable as he was a jerk, and Spencer had no problem finding him out on the lawn. The girl, Dinah, was with him, and she was laughing about something he had said to her. Quietly, he crept closer and closer to them, grateful that there was a large oak tree close by that he could hide behind.

As Spencer listened, he picked up brief snippets of their conversation. "Will, when are you going to tell your wife that you fell in love with me?"

There was something so unsure about the way she asked that question that Spencer wavered for a moment in his hatred of the home wrecker. "Cher, you know I can't tell her now. She's still dealing with her little boy toy and his grief over his little pretend girlfriend getting killed." Those words alone sent his blood pressure spiking through the roof, and he had to clench his hands into tight fists so as not to rush around the tree and beat the man into a bloody pulp.

"I read about that in the paper. It was so tragic. Mama said that she was amazed he went back to work as quickly as he did."
The odd comment got him to thinking, and so he almost missed them saying goodbye to each other. Peeking around the tree, he watched them walk off in opposite directions, and he decided to get a little more intel on the girl. Spencer made sure that Will hadn't noticed him before beginning to follow after Dinah.

It was easy to follow her, as she had her long dark hair in a thick braid down her back. There was something about her walk that seemed very familiar to him, and he struggled to place where he could possibly know her from.

It wasn't long before his ribs started to really bother him, and he had to rest against a building to catch his breath. By the time he looked back up, the young woman was gone and he let his shoulders slump in defeat. Shifting the messenger bag a little, he hailed a cab and asked to be taken back to his apartment.

After paying, he limped up to his floor, barely making it inside before collapsing on the couch. His phone buzzed against his leg and he pulled it out of his pocket, smiling when he saw JJ's number on the display. "Hey, JJ," he said, hoping he sounded like he wasn't in too much pain.

"Spence, how are you feeling? You sound like you're in pain."

"I think I may have overexerted myself a little this afternoon. I went home early, since my side was hurting a little. But enough about me, why did you call?"

"I forgot that Henry's babysitter has class tonight, and Will's shift got switched at the last moment. Would you be able to watch him tonight and take him to preschool in the morning? I already cleared it with Hotch, so you could be a little late getting in tomorrow, if Strauss okays it, that is. Can you do us this favor?"

Spencer smiled a little, thinking about being able to spend time with his favorite little guy. "I think that would be okay, Jayje. Just have Will call before he drops him off."

"Thanks so much, Spence. We really miss you out here on this case, by the way. It just isn't the same without you."

There was something so melancholy about the way she said those words that he had to smile sadly. "You just know that without me there you have to work harder. At least I know I'm needed."

"You will always be needed, I promise you that. I have to go now, Will should call in the next hour or so. Talk to you later!"

They hung up and Reid rested his hands on his stomach. And then, the thought hit him – this was his chance. His chance to make Will pay for what he had done to JJ. It was perfect, really, that the team was on an assignment and he was stuck here with an injury. Obviously, it was Fate's way of saying that he should take the opportunity for what it was worth.

Sitting up, he began to plot out the various ways that he could get away with taking care of Will. If he were to take care of him, that would mean giving up his one way of finding out who Dinah was and where to find her. Yet it seemed to be the only plausible solution to end Will's callous treatment of his Jen. "All right, I guess I've decided that, then."

Going to the medicine cabinet in his bathroom, he pulled out the bottle of Ambien he had gotten from his doctor when he mentioned he couldn't sleep without seeing Maeve's death. It would only take a few of these to get Will to slumber, and then from there, he could work out the rest of his plan.

A diabolical smile crossed his lips as he went over what he was going to say to Will when he called to tell him that Henry was "sick". Since JJ was out in the field, he would have to come over and find out what was wrong, and from there, everything would fall into place. He was more than certain of it. Reid just had to make sure that Henry didn't see anything. It would kill him to know that he had unintentionally hurt that sweet little boy.

Sighing, he set the bottle of pills on top of his fridge, certain that Henry wouldn't be able to reach them there and yet knowing that they were within close reach. He loved it when a plan came together as easily as this one.