A/N: Thanks for all the feedback! I love it! Um, sorry about how long this took. As I explained to a couple of you, I fell down a flight of stairs, and was in the hospital for a couple days. :/ I hope this chapter was worth the wait though!

And everyone, make sure to thank Fuzzball457 (my beta), cause without her, this wouldn't be posted. My doc uploader was messed up, and she helped me get around that. (Loud chorus of "Thank you Fuzzball" is heard)

Reunions

"Morgan."

Derek Morgan looked up from where he was sitting in the hospital waiting room up to the stoic face of his Unit Chief.

"Yeah Hotch?"

"I heard you're thinking about taking that kid we saved in."

"Yeah, I am. What about it?" Morgan asked defensively.

"You realize the commitment you're making?"

"Yes, Hotch."

"Can I ask you why?" Hotch said, his expression not changing. "We've worked with children like him before, and you've never done this for any of them. What's so special about this one?"

"Spencer," said Morgan.

"What?"

"That's his name. The kid. His name is Spencer."

"Ok then, why is Spencer so special?" amended Hotch.

"I honestly don't know. There's something about him that makes me want to take care of him. He's so young and vulnerable and has been through so much. I couldn't forgive myself if he got put in the system and something happened to him. I want to look over him myself."

"And you realize what taking him in means, Derek? It won't be like a pet dog, or even most children. He'll need therapy and extra attention and medication. And with our job, taking care of a small, needy child will be extremely difficult. What happens when we go out of town?"

Derek rubbed his forehead, to get rid of the oncoming headache he felt. "I know, Hotch," he said sharply. "I know. And, if it comes to it, I am prepared to leave the BAU for little boy. For now, I'd like to get him more comfortable around the team and I, and maybe have Garcia watch him when we're away. And, when there's absolutely no other choice, I'm sure my mother would love to have a grandson to spoil while we're working a case."

"Ok. I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were doing. I think you'll do just fine with him, Derek. Any little boy would be lucky to have you as a father." He patted Morgan's shoulder as he walked off and gave one of his rare smiles.

Father. Derek decided he liked the sound of that and couldn't wipe the smile off his face at the words.

The next day Spencer was to be released, just after the doctor ran some tests to make sure he was OK to go.

Derek was standing in the room with Spencer waiting for the doctor to make his morning rounds.

Spencer was a very quiet child, and so for the most part, Spencer and Morgan spent the couple minutes they were together in silence.

Soon enough though, a slight knock at the door warned them someone was coming in and Derek jumped up to greet the doctor, but was surprised when a woman walked in.

"Hi, my name is Doctor Hayden. I'm taking over Spencer's case for Dr. Smith. We thought he might be more comfortable this way," she added quietly. Derek nodded his understanding.

"Hi, Spencer," she said gently as she walked over to the machines Spencer was hooked up to. "I'm just going to check some stuff out and make sure everything in you is working in tip-top shape. Is that alright?" She asked, putting the medicinal terms in ways the child would understand.

Spencer glanced over at Morgan and met his eyes nervously. He bit his bottom lip, before reluctantly nodding to the green-eyed doctor.

"Excellent." She walked around checking all the machines around Spencer and asking permission before touching him at all.

"Okay, Spencer. Good news! Everything seems to be just fine and as soon Agent Morgan over here fills out some paperwork you are free to go. Just let me go get the papers real quick."

She exited the room and shut the door behind her.

"That wasn't so bad, now was it?"

Spencer shook his head slowly, as if not sure what he was supposed to say.

"Here it is!" she said coming back in with a few things for Derek to fill out. "I realize a lot of this information is unknown, but Spencer is a special case. When you get back to Quantico though, I suggest getting in contact with some of his old doctors if you can find out who they are and finding a local physician to see him on a regular basis. We updated him on his vaccinations that he missed during the two years he was gone and put that on his shot record. Again, we didn't have the rest of his records, and were not sure if he missed any shots before then, which is very likely given his mother's mental status."

"Will do, doc," agreed Morgan as he signed the paperwork and handed the clipboard it was on to Doctor Hayden. She took it and signed at the bottom.

"I've also prescribed a very small dose of Celexa. It's an SSRI, which should help him feel less sad and worried. With some people it's very effective.

"Also, I've got therapists in the Quantico area and types of PTSD therapy. Cognitive therapy has been proved to be the most effective with PTSD patients. It helps to understand what happened to you and focuses on replacing emotions such as guilt with more positive emotions.

"The other one I'd suggest is Exposure therapy, which focuses on helping the patient realize that there's less to fear from memories. It is based on the idea that people learn to fear thoughts, feelings, and situations that remind them of a past traumatic event.

"I think the last kind of therapy is not for Spencer at all, so I won't even suggest it. It involves lots of movement and physical touch.

"Another thing you might want to look into is family therapy and/or brief psychodynamic psychotherapy. That'll help with identifying triggers, coping with intense feelings, raising your awareness to thoughts and feelings, and raising self-esteem. I also, would not go into group therapy because of Spencer's age."

"Thanks, Doc. We'll consider it," responded Morgan.

"Here, that's a lot of information," she said, handing him a pamphlet on PTSD treatments, with the things she'd suggested highlighted, and a list of good therapists around the Quantico area, with instructions to visit them in their offices and pick whoever Spencer seems the most comfortable with. She left the room for a second to give the papers to the people who needed them and get a wheelchair for Spencer.

"Ok Spencer," said Morgan once she left, "ready to break out of the place?" Spencer nodded.

Dr. Hayden came back with the wheelchair quickly and helped Spencer into it.

They reached Derek's car and Spencer climbed into the right-hand side of the backseat - as far away from the driver's seat as possible.

"Ready to go?" asked Morgan turning around in his seat to see Spencer, who had his knees pulled up to his chest and was hugging them to himself.

Spencer nodded. "Where are we going?" he asked so quietly Morgan had to strain his ears to be able to hear him.

"Well, I was thinking we go and visit your mother then go from there. We'll probably get a room in a hotel, and then leave tomorrow. The rest of the team is already gone, so we'll either fly back or drive. That okay?"

"We're really visiting Mommy?" asked Spencer. His eyes lit up and almost looked ready to smile.

"Yeah, bud. We're visiting your mom." Spencer actually smiled a bit at that.

The drive to the sanitarium she was in (a place called 'Bennington' which was just outside of Vegas) took about fifteen minutes. They finally got there and Derek helped Spencer out of the car. He told him to stay close to him. He would have held his hand, but didn't think Spencer would like that.

They walked up to the front desk and got the attention of the woman there.

"We're here to visit a Diana Reid? Can we see her?"

"Are you family?" she asked, sounding bored.

"Yes," said Derek with no hesitation.

She gave him a once over, clearly noting his skin tone. "You're family?" She sounded skeptical.

Derek shook his head. "Not me. Him," he said, gesturing to Spencer.

"What's his name?"

Derek ground his teeth together, really not liking this woman. "Spencer Reid."

"I'll see if she knows anyone and ask Dr. Norman about it if she doesn't."

The woman got up and walked through a couple doors into a common room for some of the patients and found Diana sitting by a window alone.

She walked over to her and gently touched her shoulder to get her attention. "Diana, there's a person here to see you. He says he's family. Do you know him?"

"What's his name?" asked Diana.

"He's with an older man, but he says his name is Spencer Reid, does that mean anything to you?"

Diana jumped up. "Spencer. Spencer Reid. Are you sure? Bring him here! Bring me my baby!" She started trying to run for the door to get Spencer, but a couple orderlies stopped her and told her to wait a second. She left to go get Spencer and Derek.

Derek was standing impatiently waiting for the secretary, and Spencer just looked nervous at the prospect of seeing his mom again.

Suddenly, the door leading to the rest of the facility was opened and the woman stepped through. "Follow me."

They followed her through a couple rooms until they arrived at one with windows around one side and lots of people.

A woman in the back of the room with short blonde hair looked over at them and recognized Spencer. She broke away from the orderlies and ran to her son.

She stopped in and knelt down in front of him, so they were eye level.

"Spencer. It's really you," she murmured quietly, before enveloping him in a huge hug. He stiffened and backed out of the hug quickly, looking terrified. Diana just seemed hurt and confused.

"Spencer? What's wrong?"

Derek decided to go ahead and intervene there. "Ma'am, could I talk to for a second? My name is Derek Morgan, and I'll be watching over Spencer here for a while."

She nodded and Derek took her aside after asking one of the nurses to keep an eye on him for second and talked quietly so Spencer couldn't overhear.

"Mrs. Reid, Spencer's been through quite a bit in the past few years and is suffering from some pretty bad trauma. He was, um, sexually assaulted by the man that took him, and is very sensitive to touch at the moment. You have to be very careful around him."

Diana Reid started cry. "My poor baby. My baby! I told them! I told them what happened and no one listened! And now look! My baby!" She was sobbing and yelling in grief.

She caught the attention of a few nurses, who ran over to sedate her, to keep her calm.

"Wait! Give 'er a second!" Derek told them. "Let her calm down, so she can talk to her son!"

The nurses nodded, but looked ready to take charge if things got out of control.

"Mrs. Reid, Diana, you need to calm down," Derek told her. "If you want to be able to speak with Spencer you need to breathe and calm yourself or else you'll be sedated and won't be able to see him."

That did it. She was able to calm herself enough to go speak to Spencer.

This time she approached slowly and didn't touch him when she approached. "Spencer?" He looked up into his mother's blue eyes. "Do you want to come to my room? We can talk, and, if you want, I'll read to you."

He put his thumb in his mouth and nodded frantically. "Come on, then," she said standing. "Can I hold your hand?" she asked. Spencer looked thoughtful before he nodded and slipped his own small hand into his mother's as she led Spencer and Morgan to her room. Morgan wanted to give them some privacy, but didn't feel comfortable letting Spencer out of his sight.

They went into a small room with a bed, a dresser, a chair, and window, but was otherwise empty. Spencer and his mother climbed onto the bed and Diana talked to him for a while, before asking if he wanted her to read to him. He nodded and she pulled out a book of 15th Century poetry.

Partway through the 3rd poem, Spencer yawned and leaned into his mother and let her hold him. She absolutely beamed at this and continued reading to him until he fell asleep and was content to just hold her baby boy.

She glanced up at the man taking care of her son, and smiled when she saw him asleep with his head resting on the back of the chair and feet stretched in front of him.

Eventually, she drifted off to sleep with her son in her arms and had the best night of sleep she'd had in long time.

E/N: Thanks for reading! Any suggestions, comments, questions, etc would be wonderful! Most suggestions I will take into consideration… I don't have a 'die-hard this is exactly how I'm gonna write this' plan in my head, so if you want to see something, tell me.

I might've gone a bit overboard with all the medical treatment and therapy explanations… I really did try and not make it too long and boring! Thanks again! Review? I will gives you cookies?