Author's Notes: Thanks so much to all of you who have reviewed, you've made me and Wendell (my fluff monster) very happy. I hope you'll continue to enjoy!

Disclaimer: Although I would like it, I doubt Jeff Davis would let me play with Reid. Thus, I took him from Jeff's office when he wasn't looking, but I WILL put him back.

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Now that her ex had been dealt with, Wyn stepped into Captain Janson's office and focused on her first priority: her daughter.

Camille Ballantine was the best thing she'd ever done. Although she felt like she should apologize to her every time they had a run- in with her father, she was a beautiful, bright little girl.

Camille looked up as Wyn entered the room. "Mommy! Cap'n Janson had markers!"

"That's great baby." She smiled, looking at her captain. Camille was sitting on his lap and he was watching her colour. "Sorry about this, Captain."

Stanley Janson was a good man; a few years from retirement, he was hopelessly dedicated and had an obsession with seeing justice done. He and his wife, Rebecca, were not able to have children. They loved Camille and Rebecca had taken care of Wyn's daughter on more than one occasion. Wyn felt horrible about sending someone else to pick her daughter up from school, but sometimes the cases were so horrible, she couldn't leave until it was solved. He nodded at her good naturedly.

"It's good to see her, Wyn; but I thought Richard had her this weekend and was dropping her off tonight?"

"So did I," she replied, rolling her eyes. "Something about a merger."

Janson nodded. "I see. It might be good if you keep her in here or in the interview room for this case. She shouldn't see those pictures."

"I know." Wyn sighed. "I'll take her to my desk and turn the crime scene pics around." Janson nodded and looked down at the little girl.

"Alright, Cammie, Mommy's going to take you to her desk now." Camille nodded and looked up at hm.

"Can I take the markers with me?" she asked.

"Of course you can, sweetie." Janson gave Camille one of his rare smiles. "I'll say hello to Auntie Rebecca for you, okay?"

"Okay! Tell her I love her, kay?" Camille grinned, one of her canine teeth missing.

"I will, I promise."

"And I love you too, Cap'n Janson." She said, leaning up to kiss the man's weathered cheek. Wyn smiled. She had such a sweet little girl.

"I love you, Cammie." Janson squeezed the little girl around the middle and slid her off his lap. Camille took her markers in her tiny hands and ran over to Wyn, putting the markers in her mother's hands.

"Cap'n Janson, you need to put that picture on your wall." She ordered, putting her pale fists on her hips.

"Please," Wyn reminded.

"Please." Camille widened her aquamarine eyes. Janson sighed.

"As if I could say no to that." He got up and put the drawing on his bulletin board. Camille grinned again, then followed her mother out into the bullpen.

The entire squad knew Camille, and Wyn watched as her daughter waved to detectives like a movie star waves to fans. Wyn flipped bulletin boards as they went, hiding the gore from Camille's innocent eyes. She saw Dr. Reid sitting at her partner's desk, looking over documents impossibly quickly. He looked up and saw them approach. He gave her a small smile, then looked blankly at Camille. He doesn't like children, Wyn smiled. She watched as Camille skipped over to the FBI Agent in her little lavender dress and stuck out her hand.

"Hi, I'm Camille Austin- Ballantine. Who are you?"

Wyn chuckled and sat at her desk, dropping the markers onto her blotter. Dr. Reid gave her a startled look and covered her tiny hand with his.

"I'm Dr. Spencer Reid," he said. "I, uh, I work for the FBI."

"Cool! Are you here to help my Mommy? She's a detective."

"Uh, yes, I know. And I am here to help her...well, help her..."

Wyn decided to cut the guy a break. "He's here to help me catch a bad guy, Cam."

"What did the bad guy do?" Camille looked from her mother to Dr. Reid.

"He killed some people." Wyn answered honestly. She'd never seen any point in lying to her child. It would simply breed animosity later.

"Oh. Is Spencer really smart? Is that why he works for the FBI?"

"Cam, what did we say about titles?" Wyn asked.

"That we use 'em." Camille replied promptly.

"And what title does he have?"

"Doctor. Sorry, Dr. Reid."

Spencer smiled uncertainly at the girl. "Uh, that okay. Apology accepted."

"Anything else on the profile yet?" Wyn asked him, deciding to give him a reprieve from dealing with her daughter.

"No, unfortunately nothing can really be added unless—" he broke off with an uncertain look at Camille, "Unless there's a development in victimology."

Wyn nodded, understanding. Until this guy killed again, there was nothing new for the profile. She smiled at him, a silent thanks for sparing her daughter that darkness. He smiles back, and I feel my chest start to tighten a bit. It had been a while since she'd felt that feeling. But then again, she thought, I felt that the first time I met Richard too. Fat lot of good that relationship did me.

Looking over at the clock above Dr. Reid's head, she noticed it was five o'clock. She grinned at Camille. "Hey baby, d'you want to go home? We can pick up some fruit from Gracie's and make one of those fruit flowers again."

Camille's eyes lit up. "Okay! I'm gonna go say goodbye to Cap'n Janson before we go." She made to run away, but then rounded again and pecked Dr. Reid on the cheek. It was nice to meet you, Dr. Reid." And with one glance to see her mother's approving smile at her manners, she raced off through the maze of desks to find the Captain.

Author's Notes: Okay, I never intended this to be a total Camille chapter, but in my head she's just so freaking cute! So, should I do one more scene with them at home, or move on in the procedural, or both? I won't know how to make you happy unless you review!