Welcome to the fourth chapter of Child of the Healer. I can see that many of you have been waiting. Okay, I have absolutely no ownership of Reid, Morgan or even The Hankel men. I do own Officer Faith, Nurse Hope and others as such.

~~~~just say it!~~~~

Morgan stood in front of the hospital, an overnight bag over his shoulder and stubble beginning to form on his scalp and chin. Just up ahead is the man he searched for three months. He searched the windows for any sign of the smaller man.

"Sir? May I be of assistance?" a Doctor asked. Morgan turned to face the other male. The Doctor was tall, and had a gentle face. Warm eyes twinkled as they looked him over.

"ah…I was just realizing that my best friend, who went missing for three months, is just up there on the third floor." He stated. The doctor chuckled and ushered him inside the building.

"Your friend's name…what is it?" the kind doctor asked. The bald agent smiled and pulled out a picture of him and Reid fighting over the last piece of chocolate cake. Spencer's hair was shorter and had blue frosting on his face and in his hair, Morgan for some reason was balancing a cupcake o his head. The doctor took it and smiled at the image.

"Ah, I know this young man. Super kind. Spencer Reid if I remember. He has grown into a fine young man since I last saw him. Nurse Hope is in charge of him." The doctor replied. Morgan brightened.

"What room? Please, tell me. I waited so long for him." Derek begged. The kind doctor smiled and handed him back the photo.

"Third floor, room 333. There will be two officers in front of the doorway." He stated. Morgan smiled and actually hugged the physician.

"Thank you…may I ask your name?" the doctor smiled.

"I'm Raphael. Arch Angel Raphael. Take of the boy and his child. Oh and, tell him the truth. I guarantee he won't be upset over it." Morgan nodded and ran to the door. He skidded to a stop in front.

"Raphael…Arch Angel Raphael…holy fuck." He stated. He just met the Raphael. The Healer of Man.

~~~~Spencer~~~~

The pregnant male sighed as he rubbed his full stomach. Nurse Hope smiled and handed him a cup of warm milk.

"Drink this. It'll help with lactation later in life." She stated. Nurse Hope smiled as her charge downed the milk. Reid sighed and stood.

"I have to move around a bit. Getting kind of edgy." He stated, blushing. Nurse Hope chuckled and help him up.

"Alright now, but don't stay on your feet for long. You are still healing. Officer Faith should be coming by soon. In the meantime, and I have to ask this, do you wish to press charges on Tobias Hankel?" she asked. Reid sighed and stood by the window. He watched as ant sized men and women bustled about.

"Why do you people are always asking me that? Tobias is Dead." He let out a sigh once more and took a seat by the window. Nurse Hope gasped.

"No one told you?" she asked.

"Told me what?

"Dr. Reid, Tobias Hankel lived. He's just down the hall recovering from surgery. Earlier this morning he was sentenced to a castration and estrogen injection. When he heals, he will be given a choice of serving 40 years of lard labor and the rest in a comfortable prison for life, or swift execution." Nurse Hope bit her lip as she watch her charge become silent and still.

"…he lived?" he asked.

"Yes. And he has told his guard that Raphael and his father has disappeared. His mind is empty." She explained. Spencer smiled and began to laugh softly.

"Charles and Raphael has disappeared huh? Has anyone proved it?" he asked. Nurse Hope blinked.

"Proved it? How?" she asked. Spencer snapped up and stood, rage and terror flaring in his eyes.

"Prove it that no one else is in his head! Prove to me that Charles Hankel is gone and in hell! That the so called Angel Raphael is vanquished!" he cried. Spencer then moved into a corner of the room and curled into a tight ball to protect his growing infant. Realizing his condition, the nurse nodded and ran out of the room.

"Dr. Reid?" looking up, the agitated male caught sight of the doctor in charge of him.

"What is it?" he asked. The doctor frowned at the attitude, but shrugged it off as his patient was pregnant.

"Someone came to see you." Looking up, he gasped.

"I've come to take you home Pretty Boy."

"Morgan…" Derek smiled and ran to his friend. Spencer cried and held him as they connected.

"I have been looking for you for so long." Spencer cried and buried his elated face into his friend's chest. Morgan smiled and held him close, afraid to let go.

"Derek… I was so terrified!" the thinner male wailed. Morgan rubbed his back in a soothing motion, making soft shushing sounds to calm him.

"I know…and I've come to take you home. I refuse to see you gone again." And with that, Morgan lifted Spencer's face to his and allowed his instincts and emotions take over. Their lips touched and their embrace deepened.

"I love you Pretty Boy. I never realized it until you disappeared, and I was a wreak. Never again should I feel that way. Spencer, when we return…will consider going out with me?" the dark skinned agent asked. His pale companion smiled and kissed him once more.

"Yes."

~~~~three days later, Tobias' trial~~~~

"Tobias Gabriel Hankel. The verdict find you guilty of third degree murder, the domestic abuse of an Adam's Heart, the act of Rape of an Adam's Heart and the kidnapping of a federal agent." The judge boomed. Tobias kept his head low. Spencer sat on a bench in the crowd. He wore a loose dress shirt and comfortable cotton pants. Derek stood vigil over him, proudly wearing his gun and badge in sight. Reid rubbed the small lump under the shirt.

"Tobias, you have a choice: serve your sentence of 40 years, or a swift public execution. Choose now." The judge ordered. Tobias sighed and stood tall. His face set firm and determined.

"Your honor, I choose to be executed." The crowd behind him murmured their confusion.

"I never had a good life, and when my father died and my mind revived him inside me, I killed so many people. I don't want to tarnish this world anymore with the vile nature inside me. I shall be executed and my Provider can live the life he desires. If I may, can I request my execution to take place later today? The faster I'm gone, the better." The jury and crowd were murmuring and discussing his request. Spencer gasped and leaned close to Derek.

"Why is he asking for that? You know there is only one way for public execution for a crime against and Adam's Heart. He can't want to go through that!" he cried. Morgan sighed and held the crying mother to be.

"I think he does. You heard him. He wants you to live the life you deserve. And for you to live in peace, he has to die. And he knows that." The darker male held his counterpart to his side, comforting him.

~.~.~.~.~

Tobias smiled as he announced the sentence he desired. The twinges of pain coursing through his groin from his stitches caused him to wince as he sat down. Turning to look over his shoulder, he gasped as he saw the one person he thought wouldn't show up. Spencer sat almost directly behind him.

"Spencer, my provider." He whispered. Spencer stiffened and look into his eyes. A hint of fear reflected inside them.

"Tobias…are they really gone? Is Raphael and Charles really gone?" he asked. The blonde man smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, for the first time in a long time, my head is actually empty of voices. I think when I was shot… they died, but I lived. And I know my crimes. I will take my sentence with pride." He stated. Spencer's smile seemed to lighten the room.

"You could have taken the years and classic punishment. You don't have to kill yourself. But…I'm happy you are finally yourself once more." He whispered back. Tobias smiled.

"I am too. I have just one request my Provider." The Hankel male smiled and reached over to cup the smaller male's face. Spencer stiffened, but relaxed. Morgan was frowning as he observed the exchange.

"What is it?" Spencer asked. Tobias smiled and glanced down to the covered belly.

"My execution is Firing squad on screen and in Center Park. But I want to do something more personal." Reid frowned and waited for the final word.

"What do you want?" Spencer asked.

"I want to be shot once. And I would be honored and grateful if you were the one to end my life. Spencer, my Provider…I ask you to be my executioner."

~~~~Nurse Hope and Officer Faith~~~~

"Hope, our job is done. Spencer is back where he should be, and the other man is entering his final minutes. We can leave now while we are still unknown." Angeles whispered. The nurse frowned and glanced at her counterpart.

"I know…but I don't want to leave. I finally am able to fit in. are you….are you sure it's time?" she asked, her voice starting to hitch. Officer Faith nodded.

"I'm never wrong." Sighing, Nurse Hope stilled and stood straight.

"It guess it's time. Let's head to the roof." Faith nodded and followed his female friend. As they came to the roof, the nurse took a step onto the edge. Faith followed suit.

"It's been so long since I felt the sky." Faith sighed and took off the stiff uniform of the law enforcement. Hope nodded and hulled the pink scrubs off her frame. Both stood naked in the warm light. Closing their eyes, they took each other's warm palms and stepped off.

A golden light filled Faith as he opened his eyes, the blue sky

Rubbing against his bare skin. He opened his mouth and laughed. Hope was laughing at his side, her wings back to their blue grey hue. The light surrounded the two. They were free.

~.~

Spencer sighed and looked to the sky as he exited the courtroom. Tobias was being prepared for his death. He sighed and sat on a bench.

A small cooing made him look down. The pregnant male smiled. At his feet were two fat doves, watching him and pecking at tiny ants by his feet.

One dove was a dark blue grey, with black freckles. A white star shape over his breast stood out against the feathers. His companion was a lighter color, with pinkish white patches over her breast and body. A dark Red Cross shape was on her forehead. The darker dove flew up and landed in his lap. A warmth surrounded the pregnant male. The female cooed and flew up to his shoulder. She cooed once more and rubbed her tiny head.

"Go on. Fly away home. I'm sure your family misses you." He whispered. The two doves bowed and flew towards the sun. They were gone.

~~~~later that day~~~~

Morgan smiled as Spencer curled into the blankets on the bed. The hotel they stayed in had only one bed left, but it was a king size so they managed.

"Derek….when does our plane leave?" Spencer asked, a pleasant grin on his lips. Morgan smiled and shed his shirt, leaving his chest bare.

"Tonight at 7. In an hour, we have to be at the execution so you can stand as a witness to his death. Then we are heading home." He replied. Spencer hummed and curled into his blanket.

"Derek…I have to tell you something." Sitting up, Spencer kept his head low as he faced his older friend. Morgan smiled and sat down next to him.

"Then tell me." He replied, a small smile slowly turning into a worried frown.

"Promise you won't be upset?" Reid asked, voice small. Derek smiled.

"I won't be mad. What's wrong Pretty Boy? What do you have to tell me?" he asked, fearing for the worse. Spencer trembled and raised his shirt. Taking Morgan's hand, he placed the larger agent's larger palm flat against the small swell of his stomach.

"I'm….I'm pregnant." He was not expecting that!

~~~~Quantico~~~~

Gideon gulped down the rough drink. The bottle of cheap liquor rested half empty on his desk. The glass in his hand swiveled in a dull gold circle.

"Gideon, Morgan has Reid and they should be arriving by the end of the night…Gideon?" JJ frowned at the older man. Gideon let out a belch and stood on weak legs.

"JJ, I'm old. And I failed to keep Spencer safe." He slurred. A packet of papers were thrown her way, along with the credentials of the bureau. His gun hung in his hand, loose and unarmed.

"What are you doing Gideon? Spencer's back, he's coming home." She said, fear beginning to grow inside her. Jason Gideon laughed and opened the desk drawer. A shiny copper bullet gleamed in his fingers. Opening the chamber, the drunk agent slid in two of the seed shape bullets into the barrel. He cocked the gun and pointed it at the Blonde liaison. JJ was swift and drew her gun as well.

"Don't do it Gideon." She growled. Her baby Glock locked onto her superior. Gideon grinned. He snapped the safety of the weapon off. JJ stiffened and did the same, her body shaking, but firing arm steady.

"I'm not the only one to blame. JJ, you allowed him to leave. You are guilty too." And shots were fired.

~~~~AN~~~~

Short, yes…but I love leaving you people in suspense. Tell me what you want to happen and what you enjoyed! Arrivederci!