Note: So, first things first, I want to thank all of my marvelous reviewers. Those would be Ahowell1993, Dextolan, fishtrek and Diana.

Secondly, there are some inconsistencies when it comes to Spencer's age and how he is acting. This is largely due to my being unsure as to how I wanted to write him (and I think I'm pretty comfortable where he is now), but there is an explanation that works with the rest of the plot. But again... that's going to wait until the explanation for how this situation came about is here. And that should be coming in a few chapters. In fact, it was almost this chapter, but Spencer had other ideas.

What are we going to do about it?

A question more easily asked than answered.

And, not surprisingly, not one of them had the answer.

"Do you have clothes for him?" JJ finally asked.

Garcia shook her head. "It happened last night. We haven't gone out yet."

JJ sighed. "We're going to have to get him some. And diapers because I think we can all be one hundred percent sure you don't have any of those lying around."
"Gee, JJ, he's only my first kid." Garcia rolled her eyes. "Of course I have spare diapers. Why wouldn't I?"

JJ just smirked quietly.

Emily didn't want to admit it, but… maybe it had stung just the teeniest, tiniest bit to hear the boy, who was apparently her teammate (and Emily decided maybe it was best that she not dwell on it), had called JJ by name, yet seemed oblivious to her.

And okay, she was being ridiculous. He was… what? Two? He looked like he could be two, but maybe he wasn't really.

Cautiously, she scooched a little closer to the toddler.

"Hey," she said. She smiled when the boy looked up at her. He kept clapping his two spoons together, but she knew she had his attention now. "You having fun with your spoons?"

He nodded. His large eyes stayed fixed on her face.

"That's good!" Her smile brightened. Why did talking to children have to be so awkward? Emily fumbled for something more to say. Damnit, she couldn't focus with those large eyes focused on her face the way they were. "Do you want to be a musician when you grow up? I think you'd be great at it."
He kept staring at her with those large, piercing eyes. Finally, he looked back down at his spoons.

"I catch bad guys," he said.

Something cold touched Emily's heart.

How much did he remember?

Nothing they saw on a daily basis belonged in the mind of a somewhere-around-two year old.

"Oh?" she said, deciding that that was the safe response.

He nodded, tapping the spoons some more.

"What do remember?" she decided to ask. She settled down on the ground more comfortably, pulling her knees up to her chest.

The boy crinkled his brow. "We… caught them?"

Her heart did a little leap at the word "we."

"So… you remember us?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Yeah," he said carelessly, his attention still on his spoons.

Suddenly, he tugged on her sleeve and leaned in close.

Startled, Emily didn't say anything. She simply waited for him to say whatever seemed to be on his mind.

He pointed to the other side of the room. "Over there?" he whispered.

"You… want to go over there?" she whispered back.

He nodded, but didn't surrender any more information.

Emily gave a sigh and stood.

Instantly, she was aware of three pairs of eyes on her. She gestured awkwardly to the kitchen. "He wants to go over there. And talk, I think," she added.

Spencer had clambered to his feet and had taken Emily's hand in his own chubby hand.

Garcia's eyes flickered from Emily to Spencer and she seemed instantly concerned. "Are you okay, Sweetie?" she asked.

Spencer nodded. "Yes," he said, but he sounded frustrated. "It was… su… supp" he frowned, trying to get the word out, "supposed to be a secret!" he finally declared.

Emily cringed, knowing she was the one his young ire was directed at, but she didn't see any way she could have moved them both over there without getting anyone's attention.

"I'm sorry," she said, hoping that an apology would be all that was needed to get back into the boy's good graces. "Will you still tell me?"

He plopped himself back on the ground with a thump!

He crossed his arms, his bottom lip sticking out in a pout, and turned his back on her.

Emily shook her head, feeling helpless. She had made him angry. Why did children have to be so easy to displease? But then, she didn't know if all children were this hard to please. It could have been just Spencer.

JJ gave her a sympathetic look, reading her discomfort. "It's okay, Em. He'll get over it."

Emily sighed, shaking her head again. "I was never around kids," she said.

"Trust me, Prentiss," Morgan called from his place. "This is new for all of us."
That was true enough.

JJ stood. She had regained her composure and now seemed as unaffected by the circumstances around her as she normally did.

"Come on." She looped her arm around Emily's elbow. "He's going to need clothes and diapers. We can go get those. Maybe he'll have forgiven you when we get back."
Garcia jumped up quickly. "I'll come with you."

JJ shot her a curious look. "What about…" only a slight hesitation revealed she was still having trouble accepting these new circumstances, "...Spence?"

As far as she knew, Garcia didn't have a car seat, so there was no safe way to transport a child to the store with them.

Garcia shot a look at Morgan and winked. "I think the chocolate god of thunder can handle him for an hour or so." Morgan spluttered something unintelligible in protest. The women ignored him. "Besides, if my baby's getting clothes, I want to be there."

Five minutes later, the women were out the door, Garcia blowing kisses to Spencer as she shut the door behind her.

Spencer was still where he was.

Morgan watched him for a moment longer, before settling himself down on the couch.

"Guess it's just you and me, kid." He stretched out his long legs.

There was no answer, but the pouting child stirred.

Morgan took that as encouragement. "We could watch some TV?" he suggested.

Again, the boy stirred and Morgan thought he might have looked at him with some interest.

"And we can raid Garcia's freezer too," he added. "She probably has some ice cream in there."

Now he was certain he had the child's full interest.

Spencer had turned, eyes widening to the size of dinner plates.

Morgan smiled.

Maybe this would be easier than he thought.

A quick search of the freezer revealed two flavors: coffee and mint chocolate chip.

He decided on coffee without a second thought, grabbing it and placing it on the kitchen counter.

Another search of the kitchen provided him with a bowl and spoon (he had decided an entirely new spoon might be safer than trying to "borrow" one of Spencer's current spoons.).

He dished out two scoops, wondered if that might be too much and then carefully scooped half of one back into the carton.

"Spencer, you want ice cream?" he called, setting the dish in front of one of the chairs.

The boy nodded hastily, so Morgan caught him up in his arms and sat him by the bowl of ice cream.

Once Spencer was properly settled, he took out a second dish and spoon and helped himself to three decently sized scoops.

"Now," he said, "why don't we see about that movie?"
He was a Terminator and The Dark Knight kind of guy, but neither one of those movies were appropriate for a child of Spencer's age.

He hoped Garcia had something tamer.

"Disney…" He crinkled his eyes after rifling through all the DVDs he could find in her apartment. He shouldn't be surprised that Garcia was a Disney fan. It suited her.

And she had everything.

From Snow White and Sleeping Beauty to Moana and Tangled.

He shook his head. He didn't quite understand the whole "princess movie" thing, but these were certainly better than his choices.

He'd likely end up scarring Spencer for the rest of his second life and Garcia would have his head on a platter by the end of it all.

So Disney it was.

"Hey, Spencer," he called again, but the boy was already digging into his ice cream.

Observing the sticky mess, Morgan thought it might be best if he just chose a movie and hoped Spencer was okay with it rather than risking Garcia's wrath by letting Spencer get his grubby hands all over her DVDs.

"Let's see…" He flipped through the DVDs, reading off titles as he did. "Beauty and the Beast… Pocahontas… The Little Mermaid… Mulan..." He frowned, flipping the case over to read the back. "Hey, Spencer, how do you feel about Mulan?"

"Okay," came the cheerful response.

He nodded and slipped the disc out of its case.

At least this one seemed like it had some action in it.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Note: So Spencer was going to tell Emily a secret, but obviously that didn't work out. ;)

... I love Disney. I think I should just put that out there. And Mulan would definitely be my favorite Disney movie. So what do Morgan and Spencer do when they're home alone? Watch Mulan of course. And eat ice cream. Don't forget the ice cream.

See you all next time!