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Here's part two of the last chapter, and would you look at that, I completed it! Phew!

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Side note: I've never been to Chick-Fila, we have very few good fast food/restaurants in the U.K. Where I live we have KFC, McDonald's, Subway and Dominos :( so I apologise if it's not totally correct.

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Previously:

Garcia and Emily squeezed in beside the car seat and Spencer covered his face in embarrassment.

"Huwwy up p'eas," he mumbled, kicking his legs impatiently, eager to get out of the demeaning seat.

"I haven't even started the car yet," Morgan laughed.

JJ got out the car and went to let Henry out, but the boy had already undone himself and lept out of the car. He was about to rush to the entrance when JJ pulled him back.

"Don't run into the parking lot! Hold your horses!" She chided. Henry waited impatiently for Hotch to get his wallet from the glove compartment and join them. Jack was hopping from one foot to the other, exchanging excited looks with Henry.

"Can we take him to the play area?" Jack asked hopefully. Hotch glanced at JJ who shrugged and smirked a little, knowing Spencer would most definitely kick up a fuss.

"We'll see, buddy. He might be a bit shy and remember he's younger than you," Hotch said. Jack took this for a yes and pulled Hotch to get inside faster.

Garcia unbuckled Spencer and lifted him out of his seat and onto her hip.

"Hotch text and told me he's got a table," Morgan slammed his door and locked the car.

They started making their way to the restaurant when Spence pointed at the window where kids were running around, climbing up ladders and bumping into colourful walls.

"What's dat?" He asked, squinting curiously as the crazed children.

"That's the kid's play area."

"Oh," Spencer turned his head from it. I'm not a kid. Rossi held the door open for them and a young woman in uniform bustled over with a huge grin on her face.

"Hiya! You guys eating in or taking away?"

"Eating in. Our friends have a table and-" Rossi craned his neck and found Hotch and JJ. "There they are."

The woman followed his eyes and smiled again. "I'll get you a high chair," She chirped, waving them to follow her.

"Thanks," Morgan and Emily said at the same time.

"Jinx," she punched his shoulder playfully.

"Hey!"

"Behave," Rossi growled and the younger agents smirked back at him.

Spencer caught sight of JJ and Hotch and covered his mouth to whisper in Garcia's ear.

"Tan I walk over p'eas?" Garcia felt a smile tug at the corners of her mouth and despite enjoying the toddler's warmth, she put him on his feet and took his hand.

Jack scanned the restaurant for his new brother. His eyes landed on a familiar face and he grinned wildly.

"Look, Henry! It's Rossi! And Morgan! A-and Emily!"

"And Garcia and..." Henry hesitated when he saw the younger boy holding Garcia's hand.

"Is that him, Mommy?" Henry gasped, pointing at the toddler trying to hide behind Garcia's leg.

"Yep," Hotch replied. Henry jumped from his seat and rushed up to the small boy.

"Hi, I'm Henry!" Spencer stopped and looked up nervously, but Henry wrapped his arms around him and lifted him off his feet in a hug.

"Be gentle, Henry," JJ warned as Henry let Spencer go, taking his hand and pulling him to the table.

"That's Jack he's my brother and he'll be yours too!" Spencer subconsciously lifted his thumb to his mouth.

"And you're Spencer right!?" Spencer nodded, praying that the boys would like him.

"That's like our uncle! He's called Spence! Do you know him?" Spencer shook his head vigorously and Henry's shoulders slumped a little.

"Oh, well he's super cool!" Jack added and the team felt a small pang of sadness that Jack would probably never see his 'uncle Reid' again.

"Shall we get food?" Rossi asked and they all started to give him their orders. Morgan pulled out his phone and wrote them down. Spencer didn't get a chance to choose because Henry kept asking him questions and answering them himself

"It's my old bed, but I have a bigger one now. You'll get a bigger one someday, but you have to be as old as me," Henry informed him. Spencer nodded and gulped anxiously; this was starting to sound a lot more permanent than he'd initially thought.

They had a large circular booth with a chair on the end and beside that was the high chair the waitress had set up. JJ was sat on the chair and Hotch was on the edge of the booth, the high chair between them. Beside him sat the three boys. Spencer couldn't see much over the table, so Jack and Henry pulled their activity packs down on the leather seating and helped Spencer colour in his from there. Act like a two-year-old, Spencer thought. He let this thought guide him as he scribbled in the dog with a blue crayon, making sure it was mostly outside the lines. This proved easier than he had thought because he couldn't grip the crayon properly with his small clumsy fingers anyway. Jack and Henry smiled at his drawing and tried to show him how to keep inside the lines. Henry wasn't much better.

Beside Jack sat Rossi, then Emily, Morgan and on the end by JJ was Garcia. Rossi and Morgan had just slipped back in with a number.

The kids and adults were so engrossed in their separate conversations that they barely noticed their food arriving. Hotch set Spencer's chicken nuggets on the high chair tray and went about the dreaded task of putting the kid in the chair.

Spencer was just finishing his drawing of a... well he wasn't quite sure what it was anymore when he felt warm hands around his middle.

"No," he whined, reaching out for his booklet as he was lifted up and into a chair. He looked down and saw a box of chicken nuggets and chips laid down in front of him. He also saw how high his chair was and how his feet swung at least a foot off the ground.

"Can I get you guys anything else?" The waitress asked while carding a hand through the bewildered toddler's hair.

"We're good thanks," Morgan mumbled through a mouthful of food that he'd already dug into. Jack and Henry laughed and tried to imitate him, but JJ and Hotch gave them stern frowns and they went back to eating their food normally.

Spencer hadn't touched him, he was still in shock. He wanted to moan that he wasn't a kid and that he didn't need a chair, but he'd been told to act his age. Kids my age sit in these...contraptions, he thought logically, glancing at the back of the chair to make sure it was safe.

"Eat up, Kiddo," he whipped his head around and saw the Italian watching him with a smile. He looked at his food and wished he could replace it with a nice steaming mug of coffee.

JJ watched him stare at his food and sighed. She took her knife and sliced the nuggets into smaller portion sizes.

"There you go, sweetheart."

Spencer looked around for a fork, but noticed no one else had one; they were all using their finger. Spencer carefully picked up a piece of chicken and bit into it slowly. He looked up at JJ who had been watching him cautiously and he gave her a big smile and took another bite.

"Why don't you two take Spencer to the play area?" Hotch suggested. Spencer dropped playing with his unwanted fry and gaped at Hotch, who was trying his hardest to ignore the kids look of horror.

"Yea! Come on Spence," Henry cried, shimmying from his seat. JJ quickly pulled Spencer out of his chair. Spencer would've rather stayed in the high chair from hell.

"Be careful," she warned as she put Spencer down and Henry grabbed one of his small hands.

"We will," Henry promised.

"Jack, keep an eye on them please; you're the oldest so you're in charge," Hotch added and Jack puffed his chest out with pride.

"Yes sir!" He took Spencer's other hand and started jogging towards the playpen. Spencer struggled to keep up and sent a pleading glance behind him at the smirking adults.

"So, why are you making the kid endure that soft play area?" Rossi chuckled suspiciously.

"Because we need to organise rules and schedule for Spencer," JJ explained.

"Like what?"

"Well, things like what time he has to go to bed or have a nap...speaking of which, when did he have his nap?" JJ looked at the team with scrutiny and they looked down guiltily.

"We haven't had much time for that." JJ rolled her eyes at Emily and pulled out her phone.

"Henry would always have a nap after lunch, so let's say Spencer has one at 1?" She looked at the others for an answer and they just stared back dumbly.

"Look, Spencer! You can play with these," Jack pointed at the ball pit and coaxed Spencer to sit in it with him. Jack handed him a ball nervously. Henry had just turned 4 when he became his 'brother', so Jack had no experience with a two-year-old and quite frankly he didn't know how to act and he was exceedingly anxious about injuring the boy.

"What colours that?" Jack asked as Spencer stared at the ball.

Act like a child, Spencer thought and once again it came to him easily, all he had to do was say what his body was telling him and right then it was incredibly intrigued in the shiny red ball.

"Wed!" Spencer announced with a big smile.

"That's right!"

Henry picked up a ball and gave it to Spencer.

"What colours that?" He asked. Spencer grinned again, this is easy, he thought.

"Dats gween!" He laughed. The boys laughed at him and he realised that he enjoyed making them smile so he threw the ball over his head. It didn't go far but he watched it's trajectory with fascination and Henry and Jack laughed even more.

Spencer caught sight of some kind of zip line and he pointed at it.

"What's dat?"

"Oh, that's really cool! Come on, we'll show you how it works," Jack offered his hand to Spencer. Spencer looked at it and after just a moments hesitation he took it, a stupid grin smacked over his face.

"-obviously, we can't take him on those ones. Garcia can look after him and-" Morgan put in, but Hotch held up his hand to stop him.

"We will sort out work as soon as I've spoken to Strauss properly," Hotch insisted. Morgan opened his mouth to interject but quickly thought better of it.

Hotch snapped his head to his right when he felt a hand tapping him and he caught sight of his son's troubled face.

"Jack? I thought I put you in charge... you weren't supposed to leave Henry and Spencer on their own."

"We can't find him, Dad!" The boy looked like he was about to cry. "Spencer! He's gone! Please come help!" The team all stood ready for action when Hotch motioned them all to sit.

"He can't leave the restaurant on his own. I'll go find him. Come show me where you were, Jack," Hotch allowed Jack to pull him to the playpen where Henry was pushing balls around, looking for his new friend beneath them.

"A-Aaron! I-I...he just...he was here a-and then he w-was gone! We didn't mean to lose him!" Henry stammered, throwing balls behind him to emphasize the fact he was searching.

"It's okay, buddy, we'll find him. Do you remember where he was last?" Hotch asked calmly.

"Um... he was on the first bit o-over there...that's all I remember," Jack muttered, growing panicked. Hotch bent down and looked at the lower level, there were mirrors that changed what you looked like and small humps in the floor for kids to climb over. He couldn't see Spencer.

"Spencer," He called as Henry and Jack wrung their hands nervously. Hotch's eyes wandered to the other end of the lower level and he saw a plastic tube that separated two parts of the play area; he also saw the small outline of a child in the tube. He sighed and approached the other end. He glanced around to make sure none of his team were looking before he crawled into the soft play.

"Dad?"

"Wait there boys, I think I found him," Hotch called back as he squirmed further into the play area. He found the opening of the tube and could've laughed at the sight he confronted.

Spencer was lay on his front, using his hands as a pillow and sleeping peacefully.

"Spencer?" Hotch whispered. Spencer groaned and rolled onto his side. Hotch rolled his eyes and reached out for the toddler, grasping him gently under his armpits. Spencer squeaked a little in his sleep but as soon as Hotch had him in his arms he settled.

With one arm Hotch held Spencer to his chest and with the other, he pulled on the ropes as he dragged himself back out on his backside. As soon as he got back to the entrance he stood up, trying to preserve any dignity he had left.

"You found him!" Gasped Henry and Jack slumped back with relief.

"Yea, he must have dropped off. You guys tired him out," he offered the boys a smile to show that they weren't in trouble.

"Come on, let's go back. I think Rossi went to get you guys some ice cream," he motioned the boys to follow him as he readjusted Reid, laying his head gently on his shoulder; unconsciously, Spencer wrapped an arm over Hotch's shoulder.

"Found him," Hotch grinned as he returned to the table and pointed to the conked our toddler.

"Awe! He just keeps getting cuter!" Garcia squealed, wanting more than anything to steal the boy from Hotch.

"Where was he?" JJ asked.

"Sleeping in one of those play tubes," Hotch failed to mention the fact he had to crawl in to fetch the kid.

"And that's why he needs naps," JJ pointed out and Morgan shrugged.

"Kids are meant to be balls of energy." JJ was about to argue with him when Rossi and one of the servers came back to the table with two trays filled with desserts. Hotch nudged the sleeping boy on his chest and felt bad when he jumped awake and gripped the front of Hotch's shirt in fear.

"It's just dessert, buddy," Spencer looked around sleepily and saw a small bowl of ice cream being placed on the high chair tray. Despite the fatigue that weighed his little body down he reached out for the ice cream hungrily.

"Never too tired for ice cream," Rossi laughed, taking a deep inhale of his warm cookie. Hotch lifted Spencer into the high chair and gave him a spoon before turning his attention on the steamy apple pie sat before him. Henry and Jack were already part way through their ice cream. Jack kept offering Spencer M and M's that were sprinkled over his ice cream, which Spencer accepted gratefully with his sticky fingers. Spencer seemed to completely forget about germs as he licked his fingers clean and stuck his spoon so far into his ice cream that his hands quickly became coated in melted vanilla goodness. Ignoring his messy fingers he brushed his hair from his face, leaving trails of ice cream over his forehead and in his hair. To make matters worse his lack of coordination with the spoon led to ice cream dripping down his chin and somehow across his nose.

"My god! Can we come here every week!" Garcia drooled, taking a big sip of her strawberry milkshake.

"I second that!" Emily beamed, setting her spoon down in the empty sundae bowl and sighing with content.

Spencer fisted his eyes, once again forgetting how grubby his fingers were.

"Can we?" Jack asked, turning to his father for confirmation.

"I'm not sure it's the healthiest place to come to every week," Hotch gave Jack a sympathetic grimace.

"Anyway, I thought you boys promised to never ask for anything ever again?" JJ laughed as she recalled Jack and Henry begging them to let their 'new brother' come that day. JJ glanced at Spencer and snorted on the pie she'd been eating.

"What- oh," Hotch shook his head at Spencer who was sleeping yet again but this time his spoon was still sat in his mouth with his head slumped against his chest. He was covered in sticky melted ice cream and his bowl was far from empty.

"I'll take that." Morgan slowly took the plastic bowl away from Spencer and dug in with his much larger spoon.

"Hey! That's my brother's ice cream!" Henry stood up on the leather, pointing an accusing finger and glaring at Morgan who choked on the ice cream that was clearly not meant for him.

"Good job, Henry. That's what you've got to do if anyone is mean to Spencer. But I'm helping him, he wouldn't want us to waste this delicious treat." Henry faltered and sat back down, seeing the truth in what Morgan had said.

Hotch carefully took the spoon from Spencer's mouth and picked up a napkin.

"You might want to try this," Garcia tossed a packet of baby wipes at him.

"Where'd you get these?"

"I'm prepared for every situation...oh and they're great for taking makeup off." Hotch raised his eyebrows but didn't disagree. He gently rubbed at Spencer's face, trying to remove the stickiness. Spencer mumbled in his sleep though he didn't wake up. Hotch slung the wipe in one of the empty boxes, shrugging at his effort, despite the fact Spencer's hair was still sticky. Only a bath could cure him.

"Maybe we should get outta here," Morgan said as if reading Hotch's mind.

"Good idea, where?" Garcia asked.

"Ours. And then we can put Spencer down for a proper nap." Garcia shot JJ a pleading look.

"Aw, no fair! I only had him for one day," Garcia groaned. Jack frowned a little, not understanding why Garcia wanted to keep his new brother.

"Kid needs a schedule, Garcia," Rossi said and Garcia grunted in defeat.

"Fine. But I need to go back home and get Spencer's stuff," she muttered.

"We can meet you at ours then," JJ started to carefully clear Spencer's place before lifting him out of the seat. He didn't make a sound and snuggled into JJ's neck; a feeling she had come to miss.

"Can Spencer come in our car?" Jack asked eagerly and he finally got a straight answer.

"Yep."

He cheered happily and high fived Henry.

"But you're not to wake him up," Hotch warned and the boys nodded, both with an evil smirk on their faces.

They paid and made their way to the cars. Morgan started to pull Spencer's seat from the car, but let Hotch do it in the end. Soon enough Spencer was strapped in his car seat, fast asleep.

Jack and Henry fought for the middle seat, but because Henry still had a car seat of his own and Jack's booster seat could be moved, it was decided that Jack got the prestigious spot.

"Why doesn't Spencer have a stuffed animal?" Henry asked, sitting his stuffed and well-loved lion on his lap and looking over at Spencer's empty lap.

"He must have left it at Aunt Pens," JJ glanced around and smiled at the three boys. Spencer was dead to the world, his thumb in his mouth and a peaceful look on his face. JJ had no idea he sucked his thumb, guess we learn something new every day.

When they got back, Hotch carried Spencer inside and quickly got him upstairs before the boys could disturb his nap. He laid Spencer down on the plain bed, taking his black converse, which he hadn't seen before, off and tucking him in. Hotch brushed his hair from his eyes and smiled at the look of content on his face.

The others arrived half an hour later, carrying bags of stuff and dumping them in the living room, in front of Jack and Henry's eager eyes.

"Where's Spence?" Emily asked as she pulled out the teddy Garcia had got and looked around for Reid.

"He's taking the nap he should have had early," JJ retorted, her eyebrows raised.

"Sorry, Mom," Emily grumbled sarcastically. "I'll go put this in his room."

"Don't wake him up," JJ added gruffly.

"Wouldn't dream of it. Which room is it?

"3rd on the left, oh, and take this," JJ had found the stuffed rabbit in Spencer's go bag and threw it at Emily.

Emily gingerly stepped into the quiet room and heard the soft sound of Spencer's breathing. She controlled the 'aw' brewing inside her and slowly put the big teddy at the foot of his bed. She stealthily placed the bunny in between Spencer's arms and he pulled it unconsciously towards him.

She got back downstairs to see the team rooting through bags and organising small piles.

"Like I told Emily; I got the necessities!" Garcia kept insisting to a doubtful Morgan and Hotch.

"Because Spencer really needs that big teddy bear," JJ laughed.

"Of course he does."

"When's he gonna wake up," Jack whined after what felt like hours. Hotch checked his watch. It had been an hour since they'd been home which was a lengthy nap. From experience with Jack he knew toddlers needed 14 hours of sleep, so he was wary about waking Spencer up.

"If he's not awake in 30 minutes then I'll go get him," Hotch promised and Jack groaned again and sauntered off to the TV.

Spencer woke up slowly and shifted, realising that he was tucked into a bed. He sat up suddenly and glanced around, not recognising the room. He felt his heart rate quicken and he clutched his bunny to his chest.

"Mom?" He called out. He then he remembered that his mom was not there, but he didn't know where he was. The last he remembered was being at Chic-Fil-a.

"JJ?" He called out. He saw light streaming in from the partly open door and bit his lip. He built up his courage and crept to the door. As soon as the light hit him he breathed a sigh of relief.

He could see the stairs from where he stood, but they appeared too daunting for him.

"Jay!" He yelled, but it came out as more of a squeak. He suddenly heard the staircase creak and he saw Hotch's face appear.

"Hotch," he breathed out in relief.

"Good nap?" Hotch grinned looking over Spencer's messy bed hair.

"Mmhmm."

Hotch lifted Spencer up with his rabbit too and carried them down the stairs, quickly setting him on his feet as not to embarrass him.

Spencer rubbed his eyes and followed Hotch to where the voices were emanating from.

"Well good afternoon, sleepyhead," Garcia giggled as Spencer toddled in groggily. He mumbled something and leaned on JJ's legs. She pulled him onto her lap and stroked a finger through his hair while he woke up properly.

"So, Spence, we've been talking about a schedule," Spencer nodded. JJ paused before explaining the routine. Spencer nodded and agreed but he wasn't taking any of it in; he was still trying to wake himself up.

His eyes snapped open when he heard Henry's voice.

"He's awake!"

"Can we play now?" Jack asked hopefully, giving JJ his best smile.

"Give him a minute to wake up," Hotch said, glancing at the tired toddler.

"I'm awake," Spencer insisted stubbornly, but soon realised his mistake when Henry grabbed his hand.

"Come on then!" Spencer shook away his sleep and trailed after Henry.

"I feel a bit bad for him," JJ sighed, looking around at her team.

"He's too stubborn for his own good," Chuckled Rossi.

Spencer didn't know how long he'd been listening to Henry explaining the origins of every toy in his room, but he was beginning to grow impatient.

Jack set his Rubix cube down which was unsolved and let out a loud moan. Henry shot him an angry look.

"Go away, Jack."

"No. You're hogging him! He doesn't want to see all your toys," Jack snapped back. Henry got to his feet and marched up to Jack.

"He does too!"

"Does not!"

"Does too!"

"Come on, Spence," Jack held a hand out to Reid. "Let's go play in my room, it's way more fun," Henry hurried over and took Spencer's other hand.

"No!" He yanked on his arm and the toddler hissed in pain.

"Yes!" Jack tugged Spencer back.

"MOM!" Henry yelled as he tried to wrench Spencer from Jack.

"Stop, Henry! You're hurting him," Jack grumbled yet he jerked Spencer in his direction.

"Ow..." Spencer mumbled in a small pained voice, but the older boys didn't seem to notice.

"Get. Off. DAD!"

That did it. Heavy footsteps pounded the stairs and Spencer tried to shrink away from the boys iron grip.

"Jack wha- Boys, get off him now!" Hotch bellowed when he saw Spencer being pulled by both Henry and Jack, a look of pain on his face. The boys dropped Spencer's arms and stepped back from Hotch.

"What were you two thinking?" Hotch picked Spencer up forgetting how much Spencer hated it.

"I'm Otay," Spencer whispered in a shaky voice.

"I told you to be careful with him," Hotch barked and the boys looked down at the floor.

"Jack get to your room. Henry, you stay here."

"I'm awight, Ho-" Spencer started, but Hotch quickly cut him off before he said his name.

"Don't worry, Spencer. I'll deal with this." He hitched the boy onto his hip and pointed to the door. "Jack. Out."

Jack scurried away, glancing nervously at his dad on his way.

"You can come out when I say," Hotch warned, slamming Henry's door shut. He checked Jack's door was shut before carrying Spencer downstairs.

"I'm fine, Hotch. Dey didn't huwt me," Spencer protested.

"I know, but they need to learn that they can't pull you around like that. Oh, and you can't call me Hotch in front of them."

"What should I call you?" Hotch gave him a look and Spencer shook his head vigorously.

"No way."

"You don't have to right now, but you will eventually or they'll get suspicious."

"Tan't I just call you Hotch?"

"Sorry, buddy," Spencer pouted and as soon as Hotch set him on the floor he hurried over to Morgan.

"What was all that about, Pretty Boy?"

"They're cwazy!"

"You better get used to it," Rossi added.

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Sorry if it dropped off a bit at the end, I need to get some homework done so I just wrapped the chapter up.

Also, I did look up Chick-fil-a and I know they probably don't do apple pie of what not, but I wanted them to have a variety. Next time I'll write about a restaurant that I've actually been to.

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