Week 21-24

One morning before work, Spencer groaned as he pulled on his shirt.

"Yes, Pretty Boy?" Morgan asked, pulling on his shoes.

He sighed, looking down at his growing bump. "My stomach's starting to look like a science experiment. Not to mention I'm already huge."

Morgan walked over and rested a hand on his bump. "You look fine. Just remember, nobody sees that stomach except you and me," he said, winking and kissing his cheek.

Spencer sighed, resting his hand on his. "Can the next nineteen weeks just be over?"

"Come on, you've already made it halfway," he started, rubbing his bump and smiling when he felt a nudge against his hand. "I think you can handle the rest."

"Says the man who gets to sit back and be the coach and pep talker." He patted Morgan's cheek, pushing down his shirt. "When you're pregnant, you can tell me what I can handle."

"We both know that's not going to happen."

"Then I suggest closing those pretty lips of yours before they get you in trouble."

Spencer walked to Parker's room and smiled at the scene before him. "Parker, did you dress yourself?"

"Uh huh!" she said excitedly, twirling around. She was wearing a purple tutu with yellow leggings and a red sweater, which all came together with the neon green headband in her hair.

He bit his lip, holding back his laughter. "Derek! Come see this."

Morgan walked over to her room. "What's wrong, Spen-" Spencer pointed down to Parker and he looked. "Oh, wow."

"I did it!" she announced.

"That you did," he said, taking out his phone and snapping a picture, sending it to everyone he could. "How about we get some shoes on you and get you to preschool so everyone can see how well you dressed yourself?"

She nodded, sitting on the floor and putting her feet up. Spencer grabbed her shoes, slipping them on her feet. Meanwhile, Morgan walked out to the kitchen, making her lunch and putting everything into her lunchbox. He put everything into her backpack and walked out to the car, where Spencer met him a minute later, buckling Parker in. When Spencer sat beside him, he leaned over.

"We're not really letting her go to school like that, are we?"

Spencer smirked. "Oh yes, we are. She dressed herself and we need to celebrate this accomplishment, however odd it may look."

"Odd? It looks like Garcia dressed her."

"And she pulls it off extremely well," Spencer said, buckling his seatbelt and setting his bag down.

After dropping Parker off and explaining her outfit to her teacher, they were off to work. They met Garcia in the elevator, who was ecstatic.

"Okay, tell me. Who was behind today's outfit so I know who I want to hug and like the most?" she asked, looking between them.

They exchanged a look, and Morgan smiled. "Neither of us."

"Oh?"

"That was the work of Parker," Spencer explained, sipping his tea. "She did that all on her own when we were getting ready this morning."

"She did not."

He nodded. "I think we know which aunt she wants to take after."

She squealed. "Oh, this is perfect!"

"No, Baby Girl, you're not going to corrupt Derek."

Spencer groaned. "For the last time, we are not naming our son after you. The next time you suggest it, I'm officially banning you from naming him and taking it into my own hands."

"Meow," Garcia commented. "You two could always dig back into the Marvel comics for the name for junior g-man. There are a lot of good names. There's names based on the Avengers: Tony, Steve, Bruce, Clint, Nick Fury, Jarvis, Thor-"

"Oh no," Spencer said, shaking his head, "after you called my husband 'Chocolate Thor' on several occasions, we are not naming my son Thor." He walked off the elevator, walking to his desk.

She followed him. "There's the Fantastic Four – Nathaniel – Mister Fantastic, Johnathan – The Human Torch, or Benjamin - The Thing. Or you could go into Spiderman – his father, Robert, his uncle, Ben, Watson for Mary Jane's last name, or-"

Spencer held up his hand, then thought for a moment, looking at Morgan. "Weren't we considering that one?"

"We were."

"I gave you an idea, didn't I? You look like you're considering – tell me which one!"

Morgan smiled, shaking his head. "Sorry, Baby Girl. Confidential information."

"And you have officially cemented the title of least favorite baby daddy in this office, Derek Morgan."

Spencer smirked. "She still likes me."

Morgan rolled his eyes. "You have an unfair advantage," he said, motioning toward his bump.

'He shrugged, sitting down in his chair.

Later in the day, Morgan walked over to his desk, leaning against it.

"Want to go get some lunch, my treat?"

"We live together and have joint bank accounts, Derek. Technically, 'my treat' means 'our treat'," he said, setting down his folder and looking up at him.

"Okay, let me rephrase that." He wrung his hands, thinking to himself. "How about an opportunity for you to get fresh air and get out of the stuffy office so you don't get dizzy?"

Spencer smiled. "Now that sounds inviting." He reached for his bottom drawer, groaning when he couldn't get to the handle.

Morgan bent down, grabbing the handle. "I've got it."

"Really, Derek, I'd rather you not."

"It's no problem, Pretty Boy. I can reach it," he said, pulling it open.

"Thank you, now go."

Morgan smirked. "Is there something you want to keep hidden from me?"

"No, there isn't. Now go away," he ordered him, grabbing the folders from the drawer and attempting to close it.

"Well, well," Morgan said, reaching in and grabbing a magazine. "What do we have here?"

Spencer grabbed at it, but Morgan pulled it away. "Give it back."

Morgan smiled, reading the cover. "We have an issue of Celebrity Sneak Peek from nearly a decade ago. 'A Mystery Man in Lila's Life?' starring our very own Pretty Boy."

"No!" Emily said, getting up from her desk and running over, looking at it. She gasped. "Doctor Spencer Reid on the cover of a tabloid?" She grabbed it, flipping through and reading the article.

Spencer glared at Morgan. "Really?"

"What, Pretty Boy? I've never been in a tabloid for making out with a Hollywood starlet."

"And if you ever are, consider yourself single, homeless, and broke."

"Burn," JJ said, smiling. "Have you heard from Lila recently, Spence?"

"Not that it's anybody's business, but yes."

Morgan raised an eyebrow. "When?"

"Somebody sounds jealous," Emily observed, continuing her reading.

Spencer smirked. "I just wrote her a letter last week. She says Parker's growing up to really look like me, she knew we should've been together way back then, and she can't wait to hear what we name this one."

JJ smiled. "With a girl named Parker, I can only imagine what you'll pull out for the little guy."

"I wouldn't be too concerned," Spencer said, grabbing the magazine from Emily and throwing it back in the drawer, kicking it shut and looking at Morgan. "Ready?"

He rolled his eyes. "Of course."

They walked out together and JJ turned to Emily. "What did the article say about him anyway?"

"What, you never read it?"

"I never knew it existed."

At their next prenatal appointment, they were told that everything was fine with the baby, but Spencer was borderline anemic. Based on the knowledge from the books he read, he knew it was easy to prevent, and control if it actually did happen, but Morgan didn't like the sound of it.

That night, they were sitting on the couch, Spencer leaning against Morgan, hand running over his bump.

"What if something goes wrong?" Morgan asked, resting his hand on Spencer's.

"Hm?"

"Anemia during pregnancy can be linked to low birth weight and premature labor."

"Derek, I love you, but shh."

Morgan sighed. "I'm serious. What if something goes wrong?"

"You heard the doctor. The dizziness was linked to the anemia, but so long as I take the iron supplements, eat iron-rich foods, and take it easy, the two of us will be fine."

"Yeah, and the supplements can cause symptoms worse than the ones from pregnancy. Nausea, heartburn-"

Spencer reached up, putting a finger to his lips. "If I have to take a little bit of nausea for him to be born healthy and happy? I'll do it. Now will you stop sounding like me?"

Morgan leaned down, kissing his forehead softly. "You'll take care of the two of you, right?"

"It's been twenty-two weeks and I've done fine so far. Over the next eighteen weeks, I'll definitely be taking care of us, especially considering me getting sick or having any new symptoms would results in early paternity leave, which neither of us want. If I have to sit home early? I'm not taking it well."

He smiled slightly. "I'd expect nothing less."

Morgan reached up, running a hand through his hair. "So, what are we going to name this little one?"

He smiled, running a hand over his bump. "Well, you have free reign on the first name."

"Whoa, you said I could name him."

"Yes, you're giving him his first name, therefore naming him."

Morgan rolled his eyes. "Why, what's on your mind?"

"We could always name him after an author, there's so many great ones. There's Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, there's Edgar Allan Poe-"

Morgan interrupted him. "Arthur Morgan-Reid, no. Conan Morgan-Reid, no, Doyle Morgan-Reid, no. Edgar Morgan-Reid, hell no. Allan Morgan-Reid, no. Poe Morgan-Reid, definitely not."

Spencer groaned. "Then what about a middle name?"

Morgan thought to himself, resting a hand on his bump. "Hey, little man. What do you think of the middle name 'Allen'. Would you like to be Something Allen Morgan-Reid?"

Spencer smiled when he felt a nudge on his bump. "Only it's not Morgan-Reid."

"Excuse me?"

Spencer bit his lip, looking up at him. "I um, I acquired the paperwork and I, uh," he swallowed, "Parker and I are going to become Morgans. No hyphen. You're my husband, and I think our son and daughter should carry on your family name. I love my mother, but 'Reid' was her married name, and I really don't want to carry my father's name on for another generation."

"You really mean that?"

He nodded. "So, what do you say. Is Dr. Spencer Morgan a good fit? I'm going to keep Reid on my credentials to avoid anyone bringing up fraternization, but…"

Morgan shook his head, kissing him softly. "Sounds perfect. When would you do this?"

"Before he's born. Do you have a first name yet so I can stop calling him 'he'?"

"Yes, I do."

Spencer groaned. "So help me god, if you suggest Derek one more time-"

"It's not Derek."

"You may continue."

"It took quite a few read-throughs of that baby names book, and none of the descriptions seemed to fit, so I just picked one."

"Oh god."

Morgan ran a hand over his bump, grinning. "This little guy right here?" Morgan patted his bump. "Is Benjamin Allen Morgan."

Spencer raised an eyebrow, looking up at him. "You do realize Benjamin Cyrus held Emily and I captive in a cult community, and practically blew us up."

"Correction – Charles Mulgrew held you and Emily captive in a cult community, and practically blew us up. Benjamin Cyrus was just an alias. And if you want to get technical, there's David Parker Rey, and, what was it? Your high school friend, Parker Dunley?"

"Okay, okay, point taken!"

Morgan smirked. "What do you say, little man? Are you a Benjamin?"

Spencer felt a harsh kick against his side and onto Morgan's hand. He hit Morgan's hand away. "Will you stop that? I actually want to sleep tonight and you constantly asking him questions isn't helping."

"Well, one positive thing, Pretty Boy. We have our answer, and his name."

Over the next week, Spencer had started on iron supplements and Morgan had changed their diet. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to dodge the side effects. For three straight nights, he got sick, and complained about nausea until he finally fell asleep, ignoring it. On the fourth night, Morgan walked into the bathroom, kneeling beside him and rubbing his back.

Spencer groaned, holding up a finger. "Don't."

Morgan sighed. "I thought this was over months ago."

"Morning sickness was. Nausea as a side effect of the prenatal vitamins and supplements? Not so much." He leaned back, resting his head in his hands.

"Why don't you get yourself cleaned up and in bed? I'll take care of Parker's bedtime routine and you can relax."

"Are you sure?"

He kissed his forehead. "Go ahead. I'll be there in a bit."

As Spencer got to his feet and to the bathroom sink, Morgan walked to Parker's room.

"Who's ready for story time?"

She gasped, holding up her hand. "Me!"

He walked over, picking her up and setting her on her bed, tucking her in. "What are we reading tonight?"

She reached over on her nightstand, grabbing the book and handing it to him. Morgan read the title, smiling. "Peter Pan again? Daddy just read you this one last night."

She shrugged, lying down and clinging her turtle.

"Do you want Clooney to sleep in here tonight?"

She nodded and he stuck his head out of the room, whistling. Clooney ran in, jumping onto the foot of her bed. Morgan petted his head and sat beside her, opening the book and starting to read. Shortly after they made it to Neverland, he looked down and saw Parker asleep. He bent down, kissing her forehead softly.

"Good night, Princess," he whispered, putting a bookmark in the book and turning off her lamp, switching on her nightlight. He left the door open a crack and walked to the bedroom, laying down beside Spencer.

"Feeling any better?" he asked, looking over at him.

He nodded, eyes still closed. "Much. The symptoms should subside in a few days."

"Sure you don't want to stay home from work tomorrow?"

He opened one eye, glaring at him.

"Or maybe you'll be fine at work."

He nodded. "Good boy," he mumbled, patting his head.

Morgan smiled, leaning over and kissing his bump softly. "Hey there, little man, I know you can hear me. Go easy on your dad, Ben. He wants to work as long as he can, and he needs you to behave to do that. I promise that if you keep calm in there, I'll take you to a Capitals game once you're old enough."

Spencer smiled, running a hand over Morgan's head. "Are you bribing our unborn son?"

"I'm doing what I have to so I can keep him calm in there."

"It's definitely appreciated."

The next morning at work, Spencer sat at his desk, starting the paperwork for changing his and Parker's last names. He clicked his pen and groaned when he managed to forget Parker's middle name.

"Damnit," he mumbled, setting his pen down and thinking.

"What's up, Reid?" Emily asked, looking up from her work.

"I'm working on these forms and for the life of me, I can't remember Parker's middle name!"

"The great Doctor Reid can't remember something? Excuse me while I document this moment."

JJ smiled. "Diana, Spence." She glanced over at Emily. "Pregnancy brain. You forget little details and it drives you absolutely crazy."

"Thank you," he said, scribbling down the name and looking through the form.

JJ peeked over his shoulder. "Name Change Package?"

"Yeah, I um, Derek and I decided on the baby's name, and it fits best with Morgan, and I've been on the fence about changing mine and Parker's names for a while but… I don't want to carry on my father's name, because he doesn't deserve it."

She rubbed his back. "So, I should start calling you Dr. Spence Morgan?"

He shook his head. "My work ID and credentials will still be Reid, but on paper, it's going to be Morgan."

She smiled, wrapping an arm around him, hugging him. "He must be ecstatic."

"He's barely shut up about it since I told him last week."

"So, what's the name on this little guy?"

"Nice try," he said, patting her hand.

Garcia walked over to them in the bullpen. "Round table in ten, my pretties."

Spencer groaned, moving JJ's hand and getting up.

"Well, aren't we a happy camper today?" Garcia chimed.

"Pen, junior has a name and Spence isn't budging on it."

She gasped. "He does not!"

Spencer nodded, walking to the break room and making himself a cup of tea.

Garcia followed him. "So what is it? Did you go with one of my suggestions? Is it another unisex name? Is it something complex? Come on, Boy Wonder, you're killing me here."

He put a finger to his lips and lowered his voice. "He's asleep and if you wake him up, I'm revoking your status as an aunt. It's bad enough he has me up all night, I don't need him acting up during the day too."

"…You can't do that," she whispered, turning to JJ, "can he do that?"

JJ shrugged, following him to the conference room.

After they all sat down, Garcia handed out the case files. "You're headed to Wisconsin, right outside of Madison."

Spencer flipped open the folder, his breath catching in his throat.

Morgan sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "A kidnapped three and a half year old?"

"Afraid so," she brought up the picture on the screen, "Jeffrey Adams, three and a half. Parents woke up early this morning to the sound of breaking glass, and once they made it to his room? He was gone."

Rossi looked over at Hotch. "Any contact yet?"

"There's been one phone call," he explained. "There were no demands, and they're calling back at five o'clock tonight, which is why we need to get there as soon as possible. Once we get there, Morgan and Prentiss, to the house. Rossi and I will talk to the police, JJ and Reid, talk to the parents."

Spencer sighed, nodding and resting a hand on his bump.

"Wheels up in 30," Hotch said, getting up and walking to his office.

Morgan looked up at Garcia. "Baby Girl, I hate to ask, but-"

"I'll pick up Parker at preschool tonight and we'll stay at your place. Video chats every night, I promise."

"Thanks, Garcia," Spencer said, pushing himself up and walking to his desk.

She turned to Morgan. "…Is he going to be okay?"

"We'll see."

While they were on the plane, they all sat there in silence, reading through the case file. Spencer looked at the picture, chewing on his lip. "Maybe I shouldn't be there when JJ talks to the parents," he spoke up.

Hotch turned to him. "Why's that?"

He exhaled. "Maybe… maybe the fact that I'm pregnant will just serve as a constant reminder that their son is missing and I don't want to make the situation any worse for them than it already is. JJ's a parent, she should be more than enough to suffice."

"Or," JJ spoke up, "the fact that you're pregnant and a parent will show them that you're dedicated to finding their son, because they know you'd relate it to your own child and do everything in your power to find him."

"Or," Morgan started, "the stress of the situation won't be good on him and the baby. He's already borderline anemic. I don't need any other problems going on with the two of them."

"Hotch," Spencer pleaded. "Please."

"JJ's right. If there's any sign of aggravation with your presence around them, or if there's any stress for you, we'll pull you out. We need to bank on the idea that they'd want parents dedicated to finding their child."

He sighed, defeated. "Fine." He got up from his seat, walking to the kitchenette and making himself a cup of tea.

"Is he okay?" Rossi asked.

Morgan looked over. "I've got it." He got up, following Spencer and closing the curtain, wrapping his arms around his waist. "What's wrong?"

Spencer chewed on his lip, sniffing and whispering to him softly. "I'm emotionally attached to this case and I shouldn't be. What if, god forbid, it was Parker?"

"It's not," he said, kissing his forehead. "She's home, safe, in her preschool classroom, probably showing every single classmate that she dressed herself this morning. And tonight, she's going to be home with Garcia and we'll talk to her. This is about a little boy who needs us to find him, and how we're going to use your genius brain for it."

Spencer wiped his eyes. "What if I can't?"

Morgan hooked a finger under his chin, lifting it up. "The Spencer Reid I know never says he can't do something."

"Well, the Spencer Reid you know is also over halfway through a pregnancy and more emotional than he's ever been."

Morgan pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back. "You can do this, Pretty Boy. It's hurting all of us. You're not alone."

"Yeah, well, I'm the only one crying about it," he mumbled against his chest.

"Maybe I can find a way to calm those nerves," Morgan suggested.

Spencer pulled back, hitting his arm, speaking in a hushed tone. "You are not joining the mile high club, Derek, no matter how many times you proposition me."

Morgan rolled his eyes. "I was actually going to suggest you sleeping on the couch, but hey, if that's what you'd like-"

Spencer hit his arm again, pouring the hot water into his cup and walking out, taking a seat beside JJ.

"Everything okay?" Emily asked, looking across at him.

He nodded, sipping his tea and resting a hand on his bump. "Other than being treated like a personal gym? Fantastic."

Rossi looked over at Morgan, who was rubbing his arm. "Okay over there?"

Morgan nodded, looking over at Spencer. "Somebody can't keep his hands to himself."

Spencer rolled his eyes. "Yeah," he said, pointing to his bump. "You."

"That's enough," Hotch said, rolling his eyes and looking back at the case file.

Once they landed, Spencer got into an SUV with JJ, driving to the police station.

"How's my nephew doing?" she asked, reaching over and patting his bump.

He smiled slightly. "Benjamin Allen is wide awake and testing Daddy's organs."

"Benjamin Allen?"

"Well, Derek really liked the name Benjamin, and I wanted to name him after an author, so we took Edgar Allen Poe's middle name."

"Does anybody else know yet?"

He shook his head. "You're the first… aside from Parker, who calls him 'Benny'."

"You were right – Benjamin definitely fits with Morgan. My lips are sealed," she said, patting his bump again and parking.

"Is there a reason that Hotch always sticks me with you when I'm pregnant?" he asked, getting out and putting his bag over his shoulder.

"Because partnering up with me is so horrible?" she asked, getting out and locking the car.

"No, I just-"

She cut him off. "Because we work well together, Spence. If you'd rather sit back at the station with Derek, I'm sure we can have that arranged."

"God, no. He's one stomach touch away from a backhanding."

She rolled her eyes, walking inside with him.

She walked over, shaking the sheriff's hand. "SSA Jennifer Jareau, we spoke on the phone, this is Doctor Spencer Reid. Are the parents here yet?"

"They're on their way now. We have the conference room set up for you."

She nodded, walking in with Spencer behind her. He set his cup of tea on the table, sitting down and putting down his bag. He glanced over at the board, taking in all of the details.

"Have anything?"

He shook his head. "Not yet."

He set up the video camera, putting it on the stand as JJ went out to meet the parents. When they walked in and after the introductions, he sat back and watched JJ questioning them.

At one point, the father sighed. "Are you a parent?"

"Actually, yes. I have a son at home."

"What about you, Dr. Reid?"

He sat up, clearing his throat. "I um, I have a daughter who's turning three and a son on the way."

"What would you do, if you were in our shoes? Wouldn't you want to go out and find the son of a bitch that has your child and wring their neck?"

He bit down on his lip. "I would trust that the police and FBI agents were doing everything possible to try to find them, and as much as it would kill me to do so, I'd listen to what the kidnapper had to say to me, and I'd stay put."

JJ leaned back in her seat. "Walk us through what happened early this morning."

The mother sighed, playing with her hands. "It was early this morning, and we were both asleep. We heard the window smash in Jeffrey's room and ran there, but we got his room and he was gone."

Spencer raised an eyebrow. "And your bedrooms are on the second floor?"

She nodded.

"Excuse me a minute," he said, pushing himself up and walking out to the hallway, calling Morgan.

"Hey there, good looking. What can I do for you?"

He rolled his eyes. "Are you still at the house?"

"Yeah, why?"

He walked around, lowering his voice. "I need you to check the backyard for me."

"Give me a sec." He stuffed his phone into his pocket, walking downstairs and into the yard.

"…Are you out there?"

"Yep."

"Is there anything leading up to Jeffrey's window to show how the unsub got up there? A ladder that's kicked over, lawn furniture that's unevenly stacked, any of his toys pushed over to the side of the house?"

Morgan looked around, shaking his head. "It's empty. Do you think the unsub might've moved whatever it is to the garage?"

"…Check it."

Morgan walked over, opening the garage door. "Not unless the unsub used a lawnmower to climb in through the window. Why, are you onto something?"

"I think I might be… are you heading back to the station soon?"

"Once Prentiss finishes talking to the officers here, we'll be on our way back. Hotch is going to be here when the unsub calls."

"Sounds like a plan, I'll see you soon," he said, reaching for the 'end' button.

"Wait."

"Yeah, Derek?"

"How's my little man doing?"

He smiled, resting a hand on his bump. "He's doing fine, thanks."

"Love you."

"Love you too," he said, hanging up.

When JJ led the parents out, Morgan walked into the conference room, looking at Spencer.

"What is it?"

He put a finger up, calling Garcia and putting her on speaker.

"Fairy godauntie, at your service. How can I make your wishes come true?"

Spencer smiled, rolling his eyes. "What did you find on the parents, Garcia?"

"To say there's trouble in paradise for these two would be an understatement."

"Why's that?" Morgan asked, leaning on the table.

"Well for starters? He's a gambler, she's a spender, he works longer than he has to so he can avoid being home with her, she has far too many girls' nights at the bar…"

"Would either of them have a motive to be involved in this?" Spencer asked.

"They filed for divorce, and it seems like they both want full custody."

"Thanks, Garcia," he said, hanging up.

"So you think one of them is involved in this?"

Spencer nodded. "Based on the photographs, the glass was broken from the inside, not the outside. There's no way an unsub could get out of the second floor without hurting himself or Jeffrey, and it appears Jeffrey went with them without a fight. It would have to be someone he's comfortable with, such as a family friend or even a family member."

"What do you suggest we do?"

"We wait to see what the unsub has to say on the phone, then we bring in the parents and question them separately."

A while later, Spencer checked his watch. "It's nearly Parker's bath time."

Morgan sat beside him, taking out his phone and calling Garcia.

"Hello, my two favorite baby daddies."

"Hey, Garcia. How is she?" Spencer asked.

"She's currently finishing up a bowl of Spaghettios while watching Peter Pan."

"Can, um, can we talk to her?"

"Better than that, 187. Check your tablet."

Morgan looked down at his tablet and saw a chat invitation waiting from Garcia. He accepted it and saw Parker smiling at the camera.

"Daddy, Papa!" she squealed, setting down her spoon and sitting on the floor, holding the tablet in her hands. "Hi!"

"Hey, Princess. How was preschool today?"

"Fun!"

Spencer smiled. "Really? What did you do today?"

She looked at Garcia and pointed to her backpack. Garcia unzipped it, handing the papers to her. Parker took one, holding it in front of the camera.

"That looks amazing, Parker," Morgan observed. "Are you being a good girl for Aunt Penny?"

"Uh huh! Really good!"

"We love you, Parker. We'll be home really soon, okay?"

"Okay!"

Morgan smiled, blowing her a kiss. "Bye, Princess."

She blew a kiss back, waving. "Bye Daddy! Bye Papa! Bye Benny!"

Garcia took the tablet. "And who is 'Benny'?"

"Nobody," Morgan lied.

"Derek Morgan, don't you lie to me!" she snapped.

"I'm not lying…"

"Oh, shut up, you so totally are."

"…Did you just tell me to shut up?"

"That right only belongs to me," Spencer explained.

"That's not fair."

Spencer shrugged. "When you're carrying around his overly-athletic fetus, you can tell him whatever you want."

"Good luck, you two. I'll have Parker call you in the morning."

"Thank you, Baby Girl."

She hung up the phone and Morgan turned to Spencer. "You're the only person with the right to tell me to shut up?"

"Yep."

"Since when?"

"Since now."

After the unsub called the parents, Hotch brought them in the station, along with a recording of the call, which Spencer listened to in the conference room. The parents were brought in for questioning and Spencer called Garcia.

"Yellow?"

"Was there anything from the trap and trace?"

"Unfortunately not, Boy Wonder. The hang up was two seconds too soon."

He groaned. "Do either of the parents have siblings?"

He heard her typing on her laptop. "Mother has an older brother, the father had a younger sister who died a year ago."

"Do me a favor and look into the brother for me?"

"Can do, Boy Wonder. I'll get back to you ASAP!"

She hung up the phone and he sighed, listening to the call again.

Hotch walked in a while later.

"Anything from either of the parents?"

"Not yet, and we have no reason to hold them."

He sighed. "Of course not."

"We're bringing them back for questioning in the morning, so hopefully we'll get something soon."

"I um, I had Garcia look into the mother's older brother. He has a record and there's no current contact information for him. Maybe I could-"

"Go back to the hotel with Morgan and get some sleep? Great idea."

He groaned. "But Hotch-"

"You made a promise to this team you'd stay out of the field, and I intend for you to keep it. The two of you, get back to the hotel, and we'll meet back here at 8:00 a.m."

He sighed, shouldering his bag as Hotch poked his head out of the conference room. "Morgan, drive Reid back to the hotel."

Morgan walked over. "Is something wrong?"

Hotch shook his head. "Just needs to clear his head. I'll see you two tomorrow morning."

When they made it back to the hotel room, Morgan looked over at him.

"Oh, I know that look all too well."

Spencer glared at him. "I could be there. I could be helping with this case and he sent me here like a child being punished. How is that fair?"

Morgan sighed, taking their food out of the bag and holding Spencer's out. "Because you need to stay calm and keep it professional. You were on the brink of not doing either of those."

Spencer sat beside him, grabbing the tray. "I just want to find him and know he's okay."

"We all do." Morgan leaned over, kissing his forehead. "And we will."

The next morning, after they talked to Parker, they made their way to the station.

"Anything on the brother yet?" he asked, looking up at Hotch.

"We haven't ruled him out."

He sighed. "What about the mother?"

"What about her?"

"Well, if her brother's the one that did it," Emily started, "then she has to have something to do with it. She was in bed with her soon to be ex-husband at the time her son was taken."

Spencer set his folder down. "Let me talk to her."

"Reid-" Hotch started.

"No, listen. This isn't out in the field and it doesn't put me in any immediate danger. I might be able to get something out of her someone like you or Rossi couldn't. She won't see me as a threat so she won't feel a need to keep so much hidden."

Hotch looked up at Morgan. "I want you on the other side of the two-way mirror, and if there's any sort of problem, I want you in there."

Morgan nodded, helping Spencer up and following him to the interrogation room.

Morgan turned to him before he walked in. "Are you sure this is what you want to do?"

He nodded. "She's going to see one of you as a threat and feel the need to shield herself. If I go in there, I might actually get some information since her guard's down. I can do this."

Morgan kissed his forehead. "Be careful. If you need anything, I'll be right out here."

He sighed, nodding and walking into the room, closing the door behind him.

He walked over, pulling out the chair and sitting down, looking at her. "Mrs. Adams, can you tell me again what happened the night your son was taken?"

"I told you. I was in bed with my husband, we heard the glass shatter from the window in Jeffrey's room, and when we got there, he was gone."

"And there was no sign of the person who took him or him when you made it to the room?"

"Correct."

"Interesting. Judging by the distance between your bedroom and Jeffrey's, it would've taken approximately 20 seconds for you to run there from your bedroom, even if you were in a deep sleep at the time."

"What are you implying, Doctor Reid?"

He opened the case file. "I'm not implying anything. I do, however, know. I know that the bedrooms are on the second floor, and I know that there was nothing to show that someone found their way to the second floor of your house through your son's window. I know the way the glass was shattered and the shards outside of the window indicate that the break was from the inside. I also know that you have a brother with a criminal record who's extremely protective of you and would do anything for you. I could make this very simple for you. If you tell me where Jeffrey is right now, we can make a deal. If I have to find out the hard way? This is going to get very ugly, very fast."

"Is that a threat?"

He shrugged, adjusting his glasses. "It's common sense."

"Excuse me?"

He stood up. "No, excuse me. You have this entire city thinking that your son was taken from his bedroom in the middle of the night by a stranger, and you have every single parent in this city on high alert, worried about the lives of their own children. Everyone in this city is terrified out of their mind that this is going to happen to their kids, and you're just letting it happen because you're selfish. You don't want your husband to get full custody, and rather than getting full custody the fair way? You've decided to have your son kidnapped, and putting yourself in front of the camera at every given opportunity, to show that you 'care' more than your husband does. Now we can end this right now. Where is he?"

She looked up at him, not giving a response.

He slammed his hand down on the table, raising his voice. "WHERE is he?"

JJ raised an eyebrow, looking at Morgan. "Shouldn't you be in there?"

"Definitely not. She's officially unleashed pissed off Spencer, and he's going to get his answer."

Rossi glanced over at Morgan. "Did you know he was capable of this?"

"Unfortunately, yes. I met this Spencer when I ran into that house and got stabbed by the unsub, and again when I took Parker out of the house without a hat in the winter. The last thing you want is to be on his bad side."

Hotch sighed. "Five more minutes without an answer and I want you to go in there."

Spencer looked her directly in the eye. "You think you're being so creative. You had him taken and you're acting like you're the victim to try to throw us off. But you know what? My job is to figure out people like you. I can tell you're lying to me. Anytime I ask you a question, you fidget with your hands, showing me that you can't look me in the eyes and answer me. Second? You have absolutely no details in the story. Real victims are able to recount every single detail of an abduction, even adding in things they don't see as relevant. The fact that you're not cooperating and answering questions with a question? It tells me you have something to hide. When I question something you've said? You automatically get defensive. You're too caught up in this lie to do it anymore, so I'm going to ask you one last time. WHERE is your son?"

He pushed a notepad and pen toward her. "Tell you the truth? I'm the easy one to talk to on this team. So if you don't tell me? You can feel free to tell my equally pissed off co-workers, three of which are parents, and the other two are extremely overprotective over our families. The choice is yours."

She glared up at him and swallowed, picking up the pen and writing the address. "Can I go now?"

He smirked. "You wish. I really hope this was worth it." He grabbed the notepad off the table, walking out of the room and handing it to Hotch. "Done."

"I have to say, Reid, I never thought you had it in you," Hotch said, ripping off the paper and handing it to Prentiss. "Good work."

He followed her out, along with JJ and Rossi.

Morgan smiled, wrapping his arms around Spencer's waist. "How about we have Garcia take Parker out for a few hours later tonight and the two of us celebrate?"

Spencer kissed his cheek. "Perfect."

A while later, they walked into the police station with Jeffrey. Hotch bent down, whispering in his ear. "That guy right over there? He found the way for us to find you. You get to go home to your daddy because of everything he did."

Jeffrey looked over at Spencer and ran to him, Spencer squatting down and holding out his arms for the oncoming hug.

"Thank you," Jeffrey whispered into his ear, squeezing around his neck.

Spencer smiled, wiping his eyes and rubbing his back. "No problem, little guy." He pulled back, looking at him. "Do you want to go see your daddy?"

He nodded and Morgan walked over, picking him up. He walked to the conference room, setting him down and letting him run over to his father.

JJ patted Spencer's shoulder. "You did a great job, Spence. Parker's going to be proud to hear this one day. And 'Benny'."

He wiped his eyes, smiling. "I hope so."

When they got on the plane, Spencer grabbed the blanket and pillow from the overhead, laying down on the couch. As everyone else walked on, they congratulated him before walking to their own seats. He smiled, kicking off his shoes and laying back, putting the blanket over himself. He curled up on his side, taking off his glasses and tucking them into his bag, resting a hand on his bump.

"So, Reid," Emily started, looking over at him. "Who's 'Benny'?"

"Hm?" he asked, opening his eyes and looking over at her.

"When I called Garcia last night, I heard Parker in the background asking about 'Benny'. Does she have an imaginary friend already?"

He yawned. "She does, but that's not 'Benny'."

Rossi raised an eyebrow. "Then what's a 'Benny'?"

Spencer looked over at Morgan. "Derek, would you like to do the honors?"

"But Garcia's not here-"

"Garcia watched her last night and probably pestered our daughter until she found out."

"Good point."

Spencer nodded, pulling the blanket over himself.

"Anyway. 'Benny' is how Parker pronounces 'Benjamin', which is the baby's first name."

Emily looked over. "So you two have a first name? A little earlier than Reid picked Parker's first name."

"Actually, Emily. He has a full name. Benjamin Allen Morgan."

Hotch raised an eyebrow. "Don't you mean 'Morgan-Reid'?"

Morgan shook his head, looking over at Spencer. "This one's all you."

He yawned again. "In a few weeks, Parker and I have an appointment at the court house to legally change our last names to Morgan. I'd much rather carry on Derek's father's name than my father's. On my credentials and all work documents, I'm still going to be 'Reid', but legally it's going to be Morgan. And Ben's birth name is going to be Morgan."

"How far away is that?" JJ asked.

"Too long," Spencer mumbled, burying his head in the pillow.

Morgan smiled. "A little over 16 weeks."

"Like I said," Spencer mumbled. "Too long."

Mid-flight, JJ walked over, taking the seat across from Morgan.

"How's he doing?"

He paused his iPod, pulling off his headphones and setting them down. "Tell you the truth? I'm worried about him."

"Oh?"

He sighed. "I think it's worse than he's letting on this time around."

She looked over and saw him fast asleep on the couch. "What makes you say that?"

"At the last doctor's appointment, we were told he's borderline anemic, and he brushed it off, starting the supplements. He's gotten pretty much every side effect from them, but won't let me help him. Not to mention he gets home from work most days and goes right to bed. I have to wake him up to eat dinner and have some family time before Parker goes to bed."

"Yikes."

"I just don't want anything to go wrong with them because he can't admit that something's wrong."

"With how open and honest you two are with each other? I don't think you have to worry about that."

"I hope so."

After they landed, they got into the car.

"Do you really think Garcia will take Parker for a few hours?" Spencer asked. "I mean, she's spent the past two days with her…"

"And she's going to take any opportunity to go shopping for our kids. If she has Parker? Even more fun for her, because she gets a second opinion."

He smiled slightly. "You're sure you want to do this? I'm covered in stretch marks and bloated. Everywhere."

"Hey," Morgan said, pointing a finger at him. "Each and every one of those marks is a sign that you're doing a great job carrying around my little man."

Spencer smiled, running a hand over his bump. "You really think so?"

"In the words of the great Doctor Reid bitching at an unsub, I know."

Spencer rolled his eyes, backhanding his arm. "Oh, shut up."

"Which only you can say?"

He smirked, buckling himself in. "You bet."

When they got home, Spencer walked inside, sitting on the couch.

"Daddy!" Parker squealed, putting down her crayons and running over, climbing on the couch and hugging him.

He smiled, kissing her forehead and hugging her. "I missed you, Princess. A whole lot."

"You save pince?"

Morgan walked in, setting their bags down. "Daddy saved the prince all on his own."

"Ahem," Garcia chimed, walking in and setting Parker's juicebox down on the table.

"With a little help from Aunt Penny," Spencer added.

Parker bent down, kissing his stomach and whispering. "Hi, Benny. Miss you."

Spencer ran a hand through her hair. "Benny missed you too."

"So, do I get to know what 'Benny' means?" she asked, turning toward Morgan.

Morgan turned toward Spencer. "Do we tell her?"

"I think we should. Parker, do you want to tell Aunt Penny?"

"Benny Benamin!"

Garcia looked at them, confused. "Translation?"

"Benny is a nickname for 'Benjamin', which is his first name-"

"Benjamin Allen Morgan," Spencer finished, kissing Parker's forehead.

She gasped. "That is perfect! So perfect!" She paused, looking between them. "Peter Parker and Uncle Ben. You totally stuck to the Marvel like I suggested!"

Spencer rolled his eyes. "Whatever you want to believe."

"Oh, I totally need to go shopping!"

Spencer raised an eyebrow, looking at her. "Oh, really?"

"Duh! Now that the little guy has a name, shopping for him is going to be so much more fun. Do you mind if I steal the princess for a few hours and get her help?"

Morgan smirked. "Is that okay with you, Parker?"

"Yeah!"

Garcia took her hand, walking to Parker's room and getting her dressed.

"That couldn't have gone any more perfect."

After Garcia got the keys to Spencer's car and took Parker to the store, he locked the front door, looking over at Morgan. "We have the house to ourselves. Probably for a few hours."

"That we do," Morgan said, walking over and wrapping his arms around Spencer's waist.

Spencer smiled, kissing his neck.

Morgan moaned. "So I can't leave any marks on you, but I'm fair game?"

"Mhm," Spencer mumbled, biting softly.

"Don't I get a say in this?"

Spencer shook his head, biting him again.

"Pretty Boy, you'd better watch that mouth of yours before I take you here and now."

"And… what would be bad about that?"

Morgan smiled. "Come on, Tiger. Let's take this to the bedroom."

Spencer sighed dramatically. "Well, if you insist." He took Morgan's hand, dragging him to the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

A while later, they laid in bed, Spencer resting his head on Morgan's chest.

"Damn, Pretty Boy. You know how to wear a man out."

Spencer smirked. "You're welcome."

"I just hope I didn't-"

Spencer rolled his eyes. "For the last time, Derek, you can't hurt him, and he doesn't know what was going on."

"Judging by what was coming out of your mouth? I'm pretty sure even he could figure it out."

Spencer hit his chest. "No, he couldn't."

"If you say so."

Garcia parked in the driveway, turning around to Parker. "Remember, your Daddy's baby shower is our big secret. Just you and me, right?"

Parker nodded, holding out her pinky. "Uh huh."

Garcia smiled, wrapping her pinky around hers. "Perfect. Thanks for all your help, Princess. I think Benjamin is going to love everything."

"Me too!"

She opened the back door, unbuckling Parker and picking her up, grabbing the shopping bags in her other hand. She walked to the front door, unlocking it and walking inside.

Spencer groaned. "They're home early."

"It was nice while it lasted," Morgan said, kissing his forehead and getting up, getting dressed.

"Favorite baby daddy and second favorite baby daddy? We have returned!" Garcia set down the shopping bags and turned to Parker. "Why don't you take the things out so you can show Daddy and Papa what you helped me get?"

Parker nodded, going through the bags.

"You'd better be decent, there's a daughter in the house."

They walked out of the bedroom. "Sorry, Baby Girl, we were taking a nap."

"Riiight, and I'm sure nearly six months ago, you 'took a nap' too."

Spencer blushed, patting his hair down. "So, Parker, what'd you two buy?"

Parker smiled, holding up several onesies with comic book characters on them.

"Garcia," Morgan started.

"I know, I know, you didn't really name him after Uncle Ben, but I couldn't resist. Parker agreed on it too."

"Did you?" Spencer asked, turning to Parker.

Parker nodded. "Cool!"

"You really want to turn our daughter into you, don't you?" Morgan asked.

"It's her choice. I can't help the fact your daughter has great taste."

When Garcia left, Spencer started making dinner while Morgan colored with Parker.

"So, Parker, did you and Aunt Penny do anything fun?" Spencer asked, putting the pan in the oven and setting the timer.

"Uh huh!"

"Like what?" Morgan asked, looking up from his own coloring book.

Parker made a zipper motion over her mouth and threw away the key.

"Somebody has a secret," Morgan sang.

Parker shook her head, coloring.

"Can Daddy know?" Spencer asked.

She shook her head again.

"What about Papa? Can you tell Papa?"

She thought for a second, then shook her head again. "Nope!"

Spencer laughed softly. "Are we going to like this?"

After thinking, she nodded.

Spencer looked over at Morgan. "Any ideas?"

"Haven't a clue."