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Previously:

Suddenly all the files in the room were forgotten and every Agent was gaping at Strauss wondering when she had slithered from her cave.

"It seems you're right," Rossi muttered to JJ though his eyes remained focused on the livid figure in the bullpen who was about ready to sign the warrant for his execution. "I think we have another problem."

Rossi rushed out of his office and down the bullpen steps, hurrying to the spot where Strauss was looming. His son was looking around frantically for him.

"Erin," he rasped as he staggered to a stop.

Spencer instantly reached out for the Italian, his cinnamon eyes flickered on Strauss as he stretched his fingers. "Daddy," he whimpered and Rossi took the child from Morgan and held him to his chest.

"Dave." Erin's tone was blaring out warning signs. Rossi gulped and shifted Spencer who had started to tremble. "I just accused Agent Morgan of not doing his job, but it seems this is your problem."

Spencer glanced up at his father as his lip shook. "Pwoblem?" He mumbled sadly and a stray tear trickled down his cheek.

"No, no, buddy, you're not," Rossi hushed him. He looked up awkwardly at Strauss. "Um... Erin, this is my son, Spencer," Rossi introduced.

Erin stared at Dave with an unamused look on her face. She looked at the other agents and found their expressions just as serious as Rossi's.

"Please do not mock me, Da-"

"I'm not... I wouldn't. He's my son. Say hi, Kiddo." Spencer gaped at his father apprehensively before looking around at Strauss and letting out a nervous gulp.

"Hi," Spencer whispered before pressing his face shyly into Rossi's shirt.

Erin's mouth bobbed open. "I...I Uh, Dave, you have some explaining to do."

"I know, I know, but right now I have bigger fish to fry," Rossi said quickly and he looked around for Garcia. "Penelope, could you take him for-"

"Of course," Garcia interjected and she reached out for the little boy. "Come to auntie Penelope, we're gonna go have some fun," She exulted as she settled Spencer on her hip.

"Dave-"

"Trust me, Erin, I will tell you later we just-"

"David, you will listen to me," Erin snapped. Garcia, who was already halfway to her bat cave looked back nervously. Erin saw she had their attention and she quickly cleared her throat before muttering "why on earth would you bring him here?"

"I had no other option."

"Retirement," Emily coughed in a non-subtle manner and Dave shot her a look.

"Alright, we'll discuss this later in my office; now, what else are you hiding from me?"

"Actually," JJ put in. "That's something I'd also like to know."

Rossi exchanged a brief glance with Aaron who flicked his head in the general direction of the conference room.

"We can't talk here. I will explain, but in the conference room."

"Spencer," Garcia huffed as the boy struggled to get out of her arms. "Spencer please calm down," she begged.

"Want daddy!"

"I know, he's just..."Garcia paused for a moment in thought as she wrestled to keep Spencer in her arms. "Sorting out some grown-up things."

"No! What daddy!" Spencer wailed. He kicked and flailed his arms and Garcia felt him slipping from her grasp so she stood him on the floor of her bat cave.

"Why don't we play something?" She asked. Spencer stared at her before his lip trembled and he sank to the floor. So this is a temper tantrum, Garcia thought with a soft sigh.

She glanced around for something, anything to entertain the small boy but all of her trinkets seemed too small for a two-year-old.

"Umm..." she mumbled as she frantically searched through her drawers. She pulled out a princess tiara and cursed that Spencer wasn't a little girl.

"W-w-whe-ewes da-deeee," Spencer sobbed from the floor and Garcia's search became more desperate. She found a pink feather boa in her bottom drawer but nothing else useful. She looked at her desk briefly and snatched up the stuffed black cat she had hanging over her computer screen. She then hurried to Spencer and lifted him into her arms.

"Here, sweetie," she said, offering him the toy cat. "You look after him for me, Okay?" Spencer took the cat with shaky hands and pressed his crying eyes to it.

Garcia rocked him gently as she slowly descended into her seat.

"Da-da-eee," Spencer whispered, rubbing his running nose into the cat and clutching on Penelope's dress. Garcia cringed at her poor cat that was no longer completely black and continued to sway slowly. She grabbed her keyboard and with a sudden stroke of genius she pounded the keys.

"Shhh, honey, shh, shh, daddy's busy with important things right now, he's still here," she shushed as she pulled up a video and enlarged it. "Y-you know what I like to do when I'm upset?"

Spencer looked up with trembling lips and shook his head, rubbing his sleeves against his eyes. Garcia beamed back at him and clicked play on the video; Spencer turned his attention to the screen which filled with blue that swirled strangely.

Garcia leaned in by his ear while her hand stroked his back. "I watch Doctor Who," she whispered. Spencer frowned at the screen.

'Doctor who'? What could that be about? Was it about a hospital, with patients? He squinted at the screen inquisitively as it changed and showed a man with a smug grin. He had some sort of device in his hand that glowed at the end.

Spencer hiccupped a little bit while his thumb slowly found its way between his teeth and he sucked it comfortingly; his other hand had the toy cat in a death grip. Garcia laid her cheek against the top of Spencer's head and sighed a breath of relief.

Now that solved the most imminent problem, how was she going to explain to Rossi that she'd let his son watch a show that was definitely not age appropriate? Penelope's eyes widened a little in panic as she gazed at the computer screen. Why didn't I put on Elmo? She thought bitterly. Her gaze fell on Spencer who was relaxed against her, his breathing even apart from the occasional sniffle. It was too late to change it now.

Rossi paced the room as the team looked on. Aaron was patiently waiting for the Italian to calm down but Strauss was, as always, annoyingly intrusive.

"So he may not be your son?" She asked. Rossi halted and glared at her for a moment.

"Of course he is," he argued. "He...He... there is clearly some Italian in him."

"If you insist," Strauss muttered.

JJ shook her head. "There must have been some mistake. Surely Diana would know; if she said you're his father then you must be."

"They were still technically married," Morgan put in. "And married couples do tend to have sex. Or at least from my own experience I-"

"Morgan," hissed Hotch.

"She wouldn't do that!" Rossi suddenly shouted.

"Rossi, Morgan's right, you barely knew her-"

"I knew her better than her 'husband.' She told me their marriage had gone stale, she wouldn't... do it... not with him anyway."

"Well, she 'did it' with you," JJ pointed out quietly.

"Because she- we felt something for each other. She hated Reid."

"David-"

"No, look, she didn't have intercourse with William Reid, that's final," Dave interjected before Hotch could get his words out.

"Dave, what if... what if you're right-"

"I am."

"Maybe she didn't have sex... willingly," Hotch concluded, his eyes growing dark. Rossi turned to him, his mouth dropping open and stuttering for a moment.

"That's..." Rossi trailed off as the idea grew within his mind. Without warning his teeth snapped shut and his face contorted with rage. "I'm going to kill that son-of-a-bitch."

"Listen," Aaron piped up. "Nothing is concrete yet, I'm not sure if Reid's claim is legitimate. Someone may just be trying to rile you up."

"Why would they do that?" Rossi quipped.

Aaron gave Rossi a 'seriously' look. "We have lots of enemies, Dave. I only heard from someone working Diana's case back in Vegas, by all means, they could be wrong. Right now I think we should continue as we have been, I'll get into contact with CPS, if anything happens then we'll be the first to know."

"Continue? How can I go on now that I know... I-," Dave swallowed thickly and gave his lips a nervous lick. He didn't even realise what he was implying.

"That Spencer may not be yours?" Morgan asked darkly and Rossi nodded. "I thought it didn't matter?"

"It... no, it doesn't," Rossi said quickly as his hand reached nervously around his neck.

"CPS doesn't tend to remove children from places they feel comfortable in." The team glanced around at Strauss having totally forgotten about her presence. "David, you and Spencer need to have really bonded, they will recognise that. He needs a good supportive family system around him, something this other man probably can't offer."

"How do you know he can't offer that?" Emily asked.

Strauss shrugged her shoulders, "He's a lawyer," was her only answer.

Aaron scowled to himself before sending it Erin's way. "I used to be a lawyer."

"Yea well... you didn't have Jack until you joined the bureau."

"So what you're saying is..." Morgan started with one of his infamous smirks. "That you're giving us all time off to stay at Rossi's so that Spencer can have a family system around him and bond with us?"

Erin rolled her eyes. "No, Agent Morgan, I'm not giving you all time off, just Agent Rossi is he needs it, although I can offer fewer hours so you can... galavant to Agent Rossi's house and "bond"," she said incredulously, using air quotations to reinforce her sarcasm.

"It's a mansion not a house," Rossi muttered discreetly as he cleared his throat.

"So... we act like nothing has happened?" Questioned JJ in a confused tone.

"Not exactly," Aaron said. "We just keep it in the backs of our minds for now."

"Well, if that's all," Erin announced as she stood up from the table. She looked over to Rossi and he swore he saw a faint smile. "I believe there must be better introductions between Spencer and me, perhaps if you both come to my office later," she said before she gave the others a curt nod and left the room. Rossi let out his breath and rubbed his jaw.

"Dave," Aaron started. "I know you're worried b-"

"I'm going to get my son, he's probably upset," Dave muttered and he quickly spun around to the back door. Once the door closed Aaron lowered his head to the floor.

Morgan looked at the girls for something to say but before they could Hotch said "I'll be in my office," and also swiftly abandoned the room.

"Well," Morgan said as he dropped down into his chair and laid his clasped hands over his stomach. "That was eventful."

JJ slowly sat down in her chair and Emily followed, falling stiffly into another.

"If Hotch is right... a-about the whole non-consensual sex," JJ stammered, a little lost for breath as she gazed across the table at Emily and then Morgan. "And Spencer's biological father is William then... then-"

"Spencer's the product of rape," Emily finished.

Morgan shook his head. "I refuse to believe that. Spencer is meant to be Rossi's son, even if it's not 'biologically'. He will never be like William Reid. Never."

"Morgan's right," Emily said. "And I think I may actually see a little bit of Italian in him too."

"I guess. This is just a big mess," JJ sighed. Morgan groaned, his head falling into his hands and he rubbed his face.

"I don't know about you guys but I'm going to take Strauss' offer for less hours, I'ma take Hank to see Spencer, she's probably right, if Reid does try to step in and CPS see the bonds Spencer's made then they might grant Rossi custody, even if he's not.. you know."

Emily and JJ nodded in understanding with blank expressions.

"I'll bring my boys too," JJ mumbled absentmindedly.

Emily nodded again. "Maybe he can meet Sergio."

"Alright, hold up there, princess, you may be going a bit too far," chuckled Morgan.

Garcia swayed left and right gently, her arms around Spencer's middle as they watched the British actors chatting casually on the computer screen. She'd put the tiara atop Spencer's soft brown curls and had been weaving her fingers through them before Spencer had made her wear the tiara and the feather boa. Now she was more colourful than her typical standard.

Garcia heard approaching footsteps behind her door and she glanced around as the door opened and Rossi stepped inside. Spencer also looked back with sleepy eyes which suddenly flew open eagerly.

"Daddy!" He cried, pulling his thumb from his mouth and reaching out for Dave.

Rossi shut the door quickly and took Spencer from Garcia's lap. He quirked an eyebrow when he saw Spencer's puffy eyes before the boy pressed his face into his neck. Both eyebrows raised when he saw Garcia and the colour rushed to the tech analyst's cheeks as she fumbled to pull off the tiara and boa.

"Hey, champ," Dave mumbled softly, his hand instinctively running over Spencer's back. He looked down at Garcia who was hurriedly stuffing her things back into a draw. "What happened?"

"Oh, you know, the usual, he wanted you and he got upset but he's okay now, aren't you, baby?" Garcia crooned and she anxiously waved her hands.

Spencer pulled back to look at his father. "We watsh dotow who," he announced with a proud smile. Dave frowned thoughtfully.

"What's that?" He glanced at Garcia who was smiling nervously.

"It's this British show that I've watched since I was little a-and I thought Spencer would like it," she blurted without taking a breath.

"Oh right," Rossi muttered. He hiked Spencer on his hip and rubbed his cheek with his knuckle. "Did you like it, Kiddo?"

"Yep!" Spencer exclaimed and he clapped his hands excitedly. Rossi grinned.

"Really? You like it more than Elmo?"

Spencer was about to nod when he blanched and pouted at Dave. "I lite E'mo too!" He proclaimed in a small voice. Rossi let out a sigh and rolled his eyes but continued to smile.

"That's okay. Do you have any copies of... Doctor who? Is that what you call it?"

Garcia nodded happily. "Yes, Sir, I have every season available all the way from the start! I-I can bring them over to yours later."

"That would be great, Penelope, thank you. Hear that, Spencer? Penelope is going to let you borrow doctor who," Rossi said and Spencer gaped at Garcia in disbelief.

"Tan Opie watsh wid 'Pencew?"

"Of course she can, only if you want to, Garcia?"

"Yes!" Garcia cried suddenly. She cleared her throat in embarrassment and smiled sweetly. "I mean, yes, I'd love to."

"Good, because from the sounds of it the whole team is coming over, it's part of Strauss' 'family' plan."

"Huh? Strauss agreed to us all spending time together? Outside of work!?"

Rossi shrugged lightly and he shifted Spencer so that the boy was out of earshot. "Somethings come up, and its nothing good, we need to get Spencer as comfortable with the team as we can until... I'll explain later, but get to mine for 4.30, okay?"

"But that's too early I-"

"Strauss will approve it, trust me."

"Daddy?" Rossi turned his attention back to Spencer who was squinting up at him groggily.

"Yeah, Kiddo?"

"Whewe Teddy?"

"We'll go find him now, he should be in my bag." Rossi looked back at Garcia one last time and gave her a closed lip smile. "We'll see you later."

So I rushed a little into the whole William Reid storyline so I'm slowing it back down so Spencer can have a few more bonding sessions with the team.

Anyway, thanks for reading. Please review and tell me what you thought.

See you soon.