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Chapter summary: Reid's Sunday looks better than his Saturday... looks. A little bit of backstory, some inner mussing and in general hilarity that involves Reid's cousins, Garcia and Morgan (and not necessarily in that order).

Chapter ten: B(r)others.

Behavioral Analysis Unit in belief of many agents from field offices was the most prestigious and elite unit and getting transferred to BAU was a huge honor and the dream of every cadet.

That becoming a BAUer was his dream he knew right from the first minute of the invitation lecture Gideon had given at Cal-Tech at the beginning of Reid's last year in California when he was working on his dissertations from Chemistry and Mechanical Engineering. He knew that he was too socially awkward to pursue academic career and that he was too much of a blinker to use his knowledge in private sector. It was the year when he started to look for a purpose and going to invitation lecture wasn't exactly spur of a moment decision. He was looking for opportunities.

Looking back from the perspective of years that passed since that day he made from himself quite an annoying nuisance with his never-ending questions and constant babbling. Gideon could have send him away and tell him to not bother him but he answered every question about FBI and BAU which Reid had, and he had tons of them. Perhaps he did so because unlike other participants of the lecture Reid had found profiling greatly interesting and with his varied knowledge he was able to provide few new points, ascertain few old ones, mismatch another few and don't catch the cue on other few. For someone with no training in profiling it was quite a success.

Come next year with three PhD under his belt he was in DC and in Georgetown University cramming into his schedule as many classes on psychology and sociology as humanly possible and using his spare time to learn as much about profiling as possible.

He made it through three semesters without much of a trouble until he saw the flyer on the notice board with the details about the lecture on negotiating techniques.

He sat on the lecture, took notes until his right hand rebelled and cramped, asked questions to which other listeners rolled their eyes and made from himself quite a nuisance in front of a BAUer yet again.

The BAUer in question this time was Hotch who, like Gideon before, answered every question Reid threw at him and, bless him for that, encouraged Reid to apply for the FBI academy right away instead of waiting until he would turn twenty-three.

Reid himself was dubious that his knowledge would prevail over the fact that he was twenty-one and had found himself greatly surprised when he was accepted. How much of smoothing the way for him it took Hotch and Gideon he didn't wish to learn, ever. But he was eternally grateful that they DID smooth the path for him, Hotch more than Gideon.

But it was the graduation which made him realize how much desired BAU was between the cadets and he was grateful for the reassuring and comforting presence of Hotch and Gideon after the ceremony because he had a feeling that if it wasn't for them the other cadets wouldn't have problems with drowning him in the toilet for having his first assignment in the most prestigious and most desired unit where freshly graduated cadets just DIDN'T get assigned.

Needless to say while BAU was the most desired and most prestigious unit many agents had no idea how much of a pressure cooker Behavioral Analysis Unit was until they actually got into it. Some couldn't stand it, some could, some ended transferring to different units, some ended quitting FBI altogether.

If BAU itself was a pressure cooker then Alpha team was an espresso machine within the cooker but unlike cadets the members of the remaining teams had absolutely no desire to transfer to Alpha team. Cooperate occasionally? Why not. Actually transfer? Thanks, but no thanks.

It was the intensity of the team that kept other teams in safe distance, supposedly out of self-preservation. Alpha team had an opinion that kept between teams transfers limited to the second in seniority Beta team at best. To put it on visuals, like Rob Anderson from team Beta had once tried to explain to Reid when on Hotch's orders he was trying to vibe which one of the other BAUers would be the keenest to transfer to Alpha team: BAU was a lagoon, other teams were the atoll and Alpha team was the island in the middle. Other teams were fluid, Alpha team was not.

In a way Anderson was right, they did have the seniority, the privileges that came from successfully closed cases, they scored the highest points on team integrity tests. They hardly screwed up, but when they screwed up, they screwed up big.

One of the major screw ups was Adrian Bale. The Bureau lost six agents thanka to Bale. BAU lost three of them, all three from Alpha team. The number would be higher if it wasn't for a construction site which stopped the SUV with Hotch, Morgan and him inside.

The subject of family had a tendency to resurface in BAU once in a while, mostly on the grounds of spouses and children, sometimes on the grounds of parents and very rarely on the grounds of siblings.

But within their team unlike in other teams because of their fluidity family related subjects hardly surfaced unless it was something bad aside of few talks in 'an alpha males plus Reid sandbox' how JJ once described the team shortly after she joined them.

It was during one of those talks when it occurred to Reid why after few weeks of casual neutrality Morgan had pretty much adopted him as a younger brother, especially after Carter, the Great Ass May He Rest in Peace Regardless had profiled (in spite of Hotch's death glower) Reid as an only child which Reid himself only confirmed. During the same conversation Reid learned that Morgan had two sisters which pretty much explained brotherly teasing.

That he was born as an only child it didn't mean that he was never exposed to brother-like relationships but because he didn't want Morgan to turn into Carter who despised Reid on daily basis and avoided being paired up with him like a plague Reid kept his mouth shut.

In reality he was exposed to brothers on annual basis since he graduated from high school and because his mum had agreed with his aunts that a change of scenery for the summer would do both of them good after the tribe council in April day after graduation Uncle Spartin and Aunt Mina flew to Vegas, packed Reid and his mum to her Volvo and they drove them all the way to Maine for the majority of the summer.

So in the end while Samson and Danny weren't his brothers, at least not in blood because on blood related level they were cousins they did treat him like the older brother and they relayed on his mediating nature.

And for Reid it was nice to have cousins who didn't want to lock him in the barn, throw him from the cliff or to bestow on him similar 'pleasantries'.

Born as identical twins when it came to their personalities they were the exact opposite to one another. Somehow it worked and after initial whispering between themselves they both agreed to adopt cousin Sawyer (because like all Reids they were stubborn and in their eight years old at that time logic the only Spencer Reid in close vicinity could be Uncle Spartin so they quickly adopted for Reid the nickname which Uncle Spartin had given him) as their 'older, wiser and non-twin brother' (and it was the direct quote).

Over the years previous relative closeness had drifted apart due to the distance and time difference between Hilo and DC but on occasions they still talked on variety of subjects. For the two of them he was still the older, wiser and non-twin brother who ended mediating between them if the worst came to worst.

When Samson was getting married he made both Danny and Reid his best men and Reid managed to wriggle himself out from being Rose's and Linda's godfather by the claim that godparents should be people who played major role in the life of the kids and parents which pretty much excluded him as someone who couldn't even get proper vacation time to visit Hawaii.

That claim didn't stop Samson from showing off his girls to Reid via Skype and bestowing in his general direction continuous threats of hauling him to Hawaii at some unspecified point of time. In so far Samson and Danny had yet to kidnap him like they threatened but that didn't stop them from delivering him the riot act along with the rest of their threat which was tying him to the palm tree so he wouldn't run away.

Well… the beanpole wasn't exactly a palm tree but it wasn't a goalpost either and the only artifacts of clothing which was taken from him was his tie and his buckle which were used to tie his hands and legs to the beanpole so while he felt slightly uncomfortable in the vulnerability of his current position he also knew that it will take the tribe council few minutes at the most to arrive to the conclusion what to do with the Big White Face that trespassed the sacred land of the Red Reid tribe and if not then he still had his Mum who was sitting at the garden table twenty feet away from him and was peeling off the tangerines for the kids so he could always howl that Sammy and Danny were being mean to him.

"I'm the Highest Shaman, Spencer," she said calmly. "I can tell the high council to reach the conclusion faster."

"I'm not that uncomfortable Mum," he answered in equally calm voice. "Besides knowing Samson he is making big theatrics out of making the rdecision. I always wondered how he ended leading a resort in Hawaii when he has much better, natural I should add, predisposition to be either an actor or a teacher in kindergarten."

"He looked up to you," his mum said simply. "Danny looked up to him and he looked up to you. You taught him math and how to pay attention to patterns and while you make a living from reading the patterns math is also well paid. Tangerine, Spencer?"

"Maybe in few minutes," Reid shrugged. "The highest council should be reaching the decision right about now," he added in a loud and clear voice for the tribe to hear him.

He sincerely hoped that he was right. It wasn't that he wouldn't manage to free himself because it was a piece of cake but it was like in the folktale, if you can't scratch yourself you start to itch and he really, really had to scratch his nose. Damn Samson, damn Danny and damn the quarter that he flipped hoping on tails to avoid being the Cowboy on Indian territory. Except with his luck it fell on heads and he ended as quickly disarmed and tied to the beanpole cowboy.

As a scientist he didn't believe in luck. He believed in planning, analysis and foreseeing the different outcomes based on facts but some things always remained unforeseen until the moment they actually happened. Like starting the day from a wrong foot which sent him into a state close to panic attack when he woke up, made the headcount of the kids and realized that he was missing Jack. He found Jack, with his Mum, dozing on the swing with his cell-phone in his lap.

Then he had to plan averting next crisis which was Aunt Bathsheba being Aunt Bathsheba with a plan and her other sisters-in-law to join in the scheming of how to pair one reluctant Spencer with one utterly amused Cameron. Cameron herself averted that crisis by giving him a pointed look and saying that she had to work today (which was a lie because before the weekend had started they both agreed to help one another clear off the garages for the incoming annual charity auction which had been running for few years by now and from which benefited pediatric oncology at GUH). But before she disappeared she signaled to him that she was going to look for Ruby so in the end he was pleased with the outcome and his aunts were not.

If that crisis was the highlight of the morning he would be glad to accept it because next crisis showed up two minutes after Cameron left with the threats of equipping him with a tablet, iPhone and infesting his computers with a Trojan that would make Swiss Cheese from his system with Arabic subtitles (and he didn't knew Arabic).

Getting out of Garcia, because she was the source of these very realistic threats, what made her so angry with him was even harder because right after she delivered her threat of messing with his electronic devices the rest of the family, drawn by the noise, had gravitated towards the front door which threw Garcia out of the loop for all but forty-two seconds until the final nail to Reid's coffin was delivered by no one else but Cynthia.

Cynthia, who got scared by Garcia and her hissed threats under his address, and who made a beeline to her anchor within the madness that answered to various names and one surname also known as the family alternatively pleading Garcia to leave her daddy alone and for her daddy to not leave her.

That threw Garcia off the loop again and probably in the worst moment possible which Samson and Danny had picked up to arrive from the airport which lead to two comments which pretty much summed up the entire scene.

Reid's, in Samson's direction, direct quote from Hotch: "What, did you join a boy band?"

Samson's in Reid's direction, "No, I didn't but apparently you are a psychic and at some point you foresaw a toddler in your future and you decided on having your hair cut by an adult."

Which brought Garcia's focus back to Cynthia and the dawning realization that her Baby Einstein had a kid on his own. More specifically a kid she wasn't informed about.

Except by the time the second part had sunk Reid had done something she didn't expect him to do. He strengthened his hold on Cynthia, who climbed into his arms during her pleading, said that he was going to get her a cup of water and in utterly unprofessional and completely cowardly manner barricaded himself with Cynthia in his workshop before it occurred to anyone that his kitchen wasn't accessible by the porch door through which he left the house.

He only opened the door after Samson and Molly assured him that his Aunts and Uncles had left with Garcia to do shopping for Cynthia and that the only people left inside the house was him, his Mum, Samson, Danny and all of the kids.

While he was hiding in the workshop the rest of the kids had breakfast and got to know each other a bit better.

Molly, as the oldest, twelve years old hit off quite nicely with eleven years old Chip and Dale the day before and continued their discussion from yesterday about supposed Disney's classics for their generation with strong emphasis on supposed which according to Samson meant that to them Disney's starlets had zero appeal which only meant that their parents reasonably taught them to appreciate Disney's Classics with capital C and not what passed for classics nowadays. When Reid asked for clarification Samson only shook his head and said that Reid didn't have to worry about those for the next decade or with any luck ever.

Zack didn't get into any discussion but from Chip's or Dale's divided attention he managed to get two rounds of memory games.

Rose and Linda, both five going six and therefore to school in the fall got on a common, curious ground with Jack and together they pestered Danny about his memories from elementary school.

Rory and Henry got happily occupied with coordination improving toys under his Mum's watchful eye, from where these toys came from Reid had pretty good idea but had chosen to not comment on that.

After confirming that all kids were accounted for and that his credit card went missing (and he had pretty good idea who had it) the ass who answered to the name of Danny Reid suggested playing Indian and Cowboys.

His Mum ended saying that games like that had a tendency to turn barbaric and at first denied participation until Samson negotiated with her the position of The Highest and Mightiest Shaman, The Source of All Wisdom and Spiritual and Physical Comfort (title longer than the actual post of the observer and supplier of freshly peeled off tangerines for ever hungry in spite of having breakfast tribe).

Reid lost his supporting cowboys, Chip and Dale within ten minutes of having the tribe chasing after them around the house to Molly's simple: "Only the tribe gets tangerines."

He was caught after ten minutes of pursuit and ended being sentenced to The Beanpole of Shame until the tribe would decide what they should do with the resisting cowboy.

But because apparently the luck in which he didn't believe in still wasn't on his side not only he was imprisoned and itching but apparently he was going to give Morgan an attack of hysterical laughter as soon as it would occur to him to check the backyard in search of Reid and Clooney. At least that would be the case if Morgan, who probably saw the disaster in the living-room didn't burst into the backyard with a gun trained on him and wouldn't manage to shot Reid by accident.

Normally he wouldn't be worrying about things like that but during the weekend he had learned that anything was possible. Really, anything.

On Friday morning he was a single bachelor whose highlight of the weekend was clearing of the garage, reading a book or two and finishing the reports between watching various documentaries. On Sunday morning he was a single father of a three years old daughter, surrounded (maybe not at the moment) with visiting family, still not cleared off garage and the pile of still unfinished reports which he was supposed to hand over on Monday morning and somewhere in between he managed to get mauled by Clooney, crippled by gravity and shot in both arms with one bullet, not to mention physical assault from the hazard-loving veteran, tongue lashing from the well meaning old ladies and desperate predators that preyed on single men that went along with children.

So, yes, his chances for getting shot for the second time in a span of twenty-seven hours were pretty high.

"Reid?" Morgan's voice sounded alarmed as it carried through the entire house into the backyard.

"Backyard!" Reid hollered. "And holster your gun, I don't want to get shot by accident."

It took Morgan five seconds to cross the length of the house to stop in the doorway between the dinning-room and the porch and five more to take in the picture in front of him.

Come to think about it if Reid was in his place and saw his colleague tied to a beanpole while the mother of aforementioned colleague was calmly and slowly peeling off the tangerines at the garden table, apparently not worried about her tied up son he would have equally stupid expression on his face.

Sure enough the job required from them to be prepared for every eventuality but some things didn't make the long list scenarios for which every BAUer should be prepared for.

"Reid?" Morgan asked carefully. "What you are doing?"

"Contemplating the life of a beanpole, Morgan," Reid said simply. "Want a tangerine?"

"And what kind of a conclusion you reached?" Morgan asked calmly as he stepped down the stairs into the backyard.

"That I was very inhuman to my beanpoles," Reid shrugged. "I made them stand in the garden for days and nights for years and not even once I asked them if they were itching or needing to go to the bathroom," he added as he glared at the door to his workshop.

"Reid are you okay?" Morgan asked in a voice meant for really dissociated unsubs.

"I'm perfectly okay," Reid said simply. "Mum, tell Morgan that I'm okay."

"He is okay," his Mum said simply. "He was resisting during the capture but he showed courage and determination so now he is waiting for the sentence of the tribe. Tangerine, Agent Morgan?"

The door to the workshop in which the Tribe was holding the council very slowly and very quietly opened and slowly and quietly Danny and Samson with halos on their heads which the found in Cameron's garage and a mop and broomstick in hands inched towards unsuspecting Morgan. Suddenly Samson waved at the inside and like a bullet Clooney tore from the workshop into the garden, tackled Morgan to the ground and proceed to extensively greet his master.

"You entered the sacred land of the Red Reiding Tribe, trespasser," Samson declared in his best voice of an Indian chief. "You were overpowered by our brave fighter, The Tail Waggling Dog With Pointy Ears but because you didn't fight as bravely as The Big White Face That Moves His Nose Like a Rabbit…"

Thank you, Chief Samson With The Cooper Halo, you jerk, Reid mused inwardly.

"… therefore you will be sentenced to the Beanpole of Shame before the tribe will kill you by throwing the peels from the Powerful Tangerines," Samson finished and after a moment of consideration during which luckily for everyone involved Morgan didn't shot him he added, "Or you can appeal to the Highest Shaman over there," he motioned with his head at Reid's Mum.

"Feed him with a tangerine I say," his Mum said simply. "But first untie your cousin from the beanpole Samson or next time you will be the beanpole and Spencer will be the chief."

"But Auntie Diana…" Samson whined.

"You made me the Highest Shaman, I outrank you Chief Samson, untie Spencer," his Mum said simply.

"You heard the Highest Shaman, Chief Samson, untie me before I will proceed to fry your brain with historical inaccuracies and you had given me ten minutes to prepare it," Reid said simply.

"Fine, be a spoilsport Sawyer," Samson snorted. "Fry my brain my…"

"Samson!" Reid's Mum hissed. "Tangerines, my brave tribe," she waved at the kids.

"Little ears," Reid said dryly when Samson started untying him.

"Reid?" Morgan asked carefully.

"Can you specify which one?" Danny asked dryly. "Because there are nine people in here who can answer to that surname, four if you are counting adults."

"Stop messing with his mind, Danny Boy," Reid said simply as he massaged his wrists while he approached Morgan. "My mum you'd meet before. But those two horrors I sincerely doubt so," he added as he looked down at Morgan. "The Poodle over there," he waved at Danny, "is Danny Reid. The Boy Band Boy with the cooper halo is Samson, his twin…"

"Eviler twin," Samson coughed.

"Eviler twin," Reid added quickly. "Two darkest heads in that bunch," Reid pointed at the kids at the table, "are Rose and Linda, Samson's daughters. Jack and Henry you know and Molly, Zack and Rory you also might have seen before but if not there are the blonde ones. Remaining three are Chip and Dale, also Reid and also my cousins like the other two…"

He stopped and took a deep breath.

"The last one, Cynthia is my daughter, keep the riot act until quieter times and take into account that Garcia already delivered me one…"

"While you were hiding in the workshop," Samson interjected unhelpfully. "Doesn't count as proper delivery."

"Bite me, Sammy," Reid muttered.

"Kiss my butt, Sawyer," Samson rolled his eyes.

"Have you ever encountered the power of a Storming Stork, Samson?" Reid glared at him.

"Is that the move you invented during the training that has you tripping over your own shoes while you are trying to tackle your opponent?" Samson asked innocently.

"And that's why Sammy is the eviler twin," Danny shrugged.

"You aren't considering the life of a beanpole, are you?" Morgan asked cautiously.

"Of course not," Reid shrugged. "What made you think that?"

"Let me think about it," Morgan said simply, made a longer pause and added pointedly, "You? Sawyer?"

"Don't ask and you won't learn any incriminating details," Reid said simply as he dragged Clooney away from Morgan so he could sit up.

"How many of them we are talking about?" Morgan asked skeptically.

"A few?" Reid supplied.

"Say cousins or daughter you never mentioned before?" Morgan glared at him.

"Not that I'm getting involved in that 'what you didn't say' discussion…" Samson interjected. "But to Sawyer's defense he learned that he has a daughter about eighteen hours ago and most of that time he spent either in shock or sleeping. As for us… I guess that grandpa Spencer's productiveness never came up in a conversation before."

"Nice," Reid coughed. "Morgan, little help," he extended his hand to Morgan knowing very well that he wouldn't be able to pick him up. "You two," he glared at Samson and Danny, "I'm leaving my only daughter under your care, she better be in the same condition I left her when I will come back or you will end in the target practice and not as shooters."

"Threat duly noted, Sawyer," Samson shrugged. "You are forgetting that I have TWO daughters and ONE idiotic brother."

"Hey!" Danny huffed. "I'm their godfather."

"Not because my first choice godfather left me much of a choice," Samson muttered.

"Because your first choice godfather has only ONE daughter and TWO idiotic brothers," Reid snorted. "And did you know that only one letter makes brother different from a bother?"

"Don't argue with him, Samson," Danny said simply. "You know that Sawyer will maneuver you into the corner and if he is starting to bring up brother-bother line you are two minutes away from being intellectually pummeled into the ground. Not to mention emotionally coerced."

"I said that I have one IDIOTIC brother," Samson said simply. "My other brother is a provable genius and last time I checked idiotic and genius were mutually exclusive."

"Not if we are talking about savants and I wouldn't be using the term idiotic…" Reid interjected.

"Well I might not have a PhD from abnormal psychology but I do read, Sawyer, and as far as I know savants are geniuses in only one area and non-geniuses in other areas," Samson rolled his eyes.

"So what does it make you?" Danny asked curiously.

"Middle child," Samson deadpanned. "Eat your tangerines, Danny Boy."

"Bother," Danny coughed.

"Boys…" Reid's Mum sighed. "You are fathers… and godfathers, try to set an example."

"Somewhere in there was a double kick for you, Sawyer," Samson grinned. "You are actually both of them at the same time."

"I don't know," Reid rolled his eyes. "I do have one daughter and one godson but you have two daughters and Danny has two goddaughters so pretty much we are on even ground."

"If that's an example we are supposed to follow…" Chip muttered.

"Chip!" Reid, Samson and Danny hissed in unison.

"I'm Dale, seriously, you are calling ourselves our cousins and you are unable to tell us apart," presumed Chip who was apparently Dale quipped.

"Do you even manage to tell your daughters apart?" the Real Chip asked curiously.

"Of course I can," Samson protested. "They are fraternal twins."

"Fraternal?" the twins asked.

"Google it," Danny coughed.

"It means that they are not as bothersome as you," Samson snorted.

"Morgan. Kitchen. Coffee. Now," Reid muttered.

By the time they made it to the kitchen Reid started considering calling Cameron and asking for a nice and secluded room with padded walls she threatened to put him in on Friday evening. Back then the possibility of ending there was insulting and bothersome but as the weekend progressed spending three days in there seemed almost comforting.

And as long as almost was almost he still had some degrees of sanity left which excluded prolonged stay in the seclusion until whatever remained from his composure would decide to throw itself into Potomac.

"You have a busy weekend Pretty Boy," Morgan said finally.

"No kidding," Reid groaned. "And don't call me that."

"You never objected to that nickname before," Morgan said simply. "But since…"

"It's not since!" Reid hissed. "I'm not giving Danny any more ammunition than he already has. The last thing I actually need is having him question my sexuality at loud in front of the whole family and especially on grounds that are not …"

"Okay, Kid," Morgan shrugged. "No Pretty Boys for as long as you from two years ago and you from boy band phase…" Reid glared at him and crossed his arms over his chest, "are around," Morgan finished. "But if you wouldn't mind I would like to learn more about your daughter."

"She was born 13th January 2008 which makes her three years and five months old. Born in thirty-eighth week according to her medical records puts the day of conception somewhere between 27-30 April 2007 and I'm not going to pinpoint exact date because during that weekend we were on stand down and I was high," Reid muttered grimly. "To answer your next question which goes along the line how do I know for sure that she is my daughter. I don't know, no paternity tests in so far were involved but I do have eyes and enough knowledge about genetics to know that birthmarks are dominant. We have exactly the same birthmarks on our left arms and I can safely attest that between early March and early May I was involved with her mother. To answer another question you are having, I don't know where she is now. I'm working on it… or rather someone else is working on it but to sum it all up Cynthia's stay with me is going to be permanent…"

"Breath," Morgan interrupted him swiftly. "Everything is f…"

"Don't even finish it," Reid groaned. "If you will say it something bad is going to happen and taking into account everything that happened since I left Quantico on Friday afternoon it will be something bad and in one hundred percent it will hit no one else but me. In so far I was assaulted by well-meaning old ladies that should mind their own business, hazard loving veterans discharged for disrespect, I was subjected to the dubious performance of The Berkeley-Hotchner Howling Band with Henry LaMontagne and Whining Alsatian Named Clooney doing the choirs… Then I got the scare of my life… I took the kids out for breakfast because electricity was down and I got shot in both arms with one and the same bullet and I'm not even mentioning spilled milk and second degree burns. When I took the kids later to zoo I was assaulted not exactly in that order by gravity, little red Corvette and three desperate women looking for men that got along with children. To make my day even better the psychopath that made my last year at Cal-Tech a living hell decided that it would be great to round up his brothers and nephews to chase me out of my house and home… Learning that I'm a father was just a proverbial cherry on the top. Do not say the f word around me unless you want to call for a wagon with straight jacket."

"Okay," Morgan smirked. "Sounds like a busy weekend."

"And this day has yet to end," Reid sighed. "As for today I almost had one panic attack when I couldn't find Jack then when I found him I had to put an end to my aunts' scheming. Before I managed to recover Garcia came around and after that pretty much everything went to hell. Apparently she sees a tablet in my future along with either complete upgrade of all my electronic devices or degradation to painting messages on walls… Oh, and she took my aunts and uncles shopping and she has my credit card."

"I'm sure that she means well," Morgan said calmly. "With the shopping trip, I mean."

"If I wasn't sure of that too I would be calling my bank and asking to block it," Reid muttered. "I'm sorry that I didn't call earlier … Scratch that, I'm not sorry, I knew that the rest of you needed to be where you were… are and that's why I didn't call, that's why I didn't call Garcia because calling her completely defeated the purpose of waiting patiently until all of you are back home… Hotch is the only one that learned about Cynthia yesterday and mostly because he called me while the kids were playing and somehow I ended informing him that his son knocked up my daughter which is not true because he only knocked her over during the game and everything was f… okay. So in so far from Monday on for next two weeks I'm on a leave and I have absolutely no idea what is going to happen after that."

"None whatsoever?" Morgan asked skeptically.

"None. Nada. Zilch," Reid confirmed quickly. "Right now the only thing I'm completely sure of is that all decisions I'm either making or going to make in near future have to be the best for my daughter. I don't even know what is going to happen once my leave will end. Perhaps she will adjust to having me away, perhaps she won't. Perhaps I will have to take another leave, perhaps I will have to negotiate desk duty for few months or I will have to completely change the job. I have absolutely no idea."

"Well I have," Morgan said with small smile. "Concentrate on doing the best by your daughter and yourself…" Reid started shaking his head in protest, "Yes, Kid, by your daughter and yourself because your daughter deserves to have her daddy happy and content with his life. You concentrate on that and you will allow the rest of us to help you with everything else…"

"How about being a buffer between me and Garcia?" Reid asked hopefully. "I don't want a complete upgrade of everything electronic…"

"Okay I will try to be a buffer between you two," Morgan smirked.

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Little explanation on Diana's mussing from last chapter because the way she names her in laws might seem confusing. Janine and Tobias are the same people Reid refers to as Uncle Toby and Aunt Nina.

As for why I had taken a leap from Reid getting a hug from non-specifically named aunt through Diana's POV and leaped into Sunday? Not because I was lazy... Okay, I was, a little and I have a pretty annoying migraine for an excuse... What happened between the end of chapter eight and the beginning of chapter ten will make it into the story in later chapters but in references rather than actual scenes. But on the brighter side I'm inclined to throw in the team's point of vision into the mix as long as my migraine would go away (to make it more convincing I DO have Garcia's POV)

Next chapter: The Unholy (Re)Union. Possible meeting of not exactly in that order of the team with the Reid family. Buckle your seat-belts.