Note: Whew! I'm sorry it's been so long since my last update, but life sometimes gets in the way of these things! However, I'm housesitting for my grandparents till Monday, which gives me plenty of time to write!

A big thank you to last chapter's reviewers: ahowell1993, Dextolan, fishtrek and hilo!

"Garcia?" Spencer mumbled. He was lying on the bed after Garcia had finished changing him, getting him into one of the new pairs of pajamas.

"Something wrong, Sugar Plum?"

He instantly had her full attention.

He shook his head and his small face contorted in pain.

"Don't feel good," Spencer said. He wrapped his arms around his tummy and grimaced.

Alarmed, Garcia rushed over, feeling his forehead.

He didn't have a fever.

But that wasn't exactly reassuring. Especially considering she had no idea what was wrong.

Gently, she pushed his bangs away from his forehead.

"What hurts?" she asked, sitting on the bed next to him.

"My tummy," he whispered.

Garcia carefully lifted him into her arms. "Shhh. It's okay." He rested his head on her shoulder with a quiet moan.

"Do you feel like you need to throw up?"

He shook his head against her shoulder.

She felt herself sigh in relief.

At least that was one thing they didn't have to worry about.

"Does anything else hurt?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"Just my tummy."

"Okay." Garcia stroked his head. "Okay. It's gonna be okay, honey."
She rocked him back and forth in her arms, crossing the length of her apartment with slow steps until she felt his breathing relax.

He was sleeping.

Quietly, she tiptoed to the edge of her bed. She need to lay him down, but she wasn't sure how to do it without waking him up.

She had taken care of children before, but none as young as Spencer was currently. Or as young as she guessed he was.

And he needed his rest. Especially if he was feeling ill.

One of her hands was behind his head. The other was supporting his legs.

She leaned over the bed, trying to ease him down onto the mattress.

Spencer whimpered and Garcia froze, terrified that he was going to wake up.

He didn't and she was able to quietly lower him the rest of the way down.

Garcia took a step back, reaching for her phone and backing out of the room.

She slid her thumb along the screen, before hitting the number that would automatically dial Morgan.

He answered after the third ring.

"Baby Girl, this had better be good. I haven't even gotten home yet and I have a bed that's seriously calling my name right now."

"Did you give Spencer anything more than ice cream?"

On the bed, Spencer stirred fitfully.

"Uh… no, why?" She could hear his confusion.

"He isn't feeling good." Garcia brushed some hair away from his forehead. "I don't know if it's something he ate or something else entirely."

There was a pause.

Then, "I'm turning around."

Garcia shook her head. "No, you don't have to. You…"

"Is he awake?"

Garcia looked back at the bed. "No."

"Maybe I should come over. Just in case."

"If he's sleeping…"

"But it will help to have an extra pair of hands around to help you. Did you call Hotch?"

"No, I didn't and…"
"Do you think you should?" Morgan interrupted.

"There's a reason I didn't call him, Derek. Actually, two. One, you're the only one who knows what he did while you were together. Reason number two, and this is the main one by the way, look at how late it is! I can't disturb Hotch! He's got his own family! Jack's probably in bed by now. He and Haley are probably..."

On the other end, Morgan sighed. "Fine. I'm coming over."

And Penelope couldn't even bring herself to protest. It would be good to have an extra pair of hands, she decided.

Just in case.

She'd hardly opened the door when Morgan came barrelling in.

"Where is he?" he demanded. "How is he?"

Garcia brought a finger quickly to her lips. "Sleeping still. And your less than quiet entrance could have just woken him up! He needs his sleep! He's a baby!"

Morgan froze.

Garcia could have sworn his ears were twitching with how alert he was. After a moment, he relaxed. "He's still sleeping," he said, relieved.

"He won't be if you keep making noise like that," Garcia hissed at him, keeping her voice low.

Morgan raised his hands in the universal gesture for peace. "Hey. Look. I'm chill. I won't wake him up. I promise."

Garcia shook her head and sighed. "You didn't have to come," she told him. "You need your beauty rest too, you know."

"Yeah, well." Morgan rubbed his eyes, crossing to the couch, where he allowed himself to sink down into the cushions. "Where would you both be if I didn't come, huh? I don't just abandon two of the best people in the world. Even if one of them happens to be shrunk down to a twinkie sized toddler at the moment."

Garcia smiled, touched.

"I had it under control," she said though.

Morgan opened his mouth to respond, but a small cry from the bedroom had him bolting before he had a chance to get it out.

Garcia sprinted after him. She halted a few feet from the bed.

Morgan had already reached Spencer.

"Hey, hey, hey," he soothed, lifting the sniffling child gently into his arms. "It's okay. Uncle Derek's here. You don't have to cry. It's okay. Shhh."

Garcia stood where she was. She was torn. A part of her wanted to help, to comfort Spencer herself, but the other, larger, part of her could see that Morgan had things under control.

Unconsciously, she pressed a hand to her heart.

He really would make a good father someday.

Morgan glanced at her sideways, even as he rocked Spencer in his arms.

"What? Don't look at me like that! The kid was crying! I have a heart!"

"Ah, honey." Garcia couldn't keep the smile from splitting her face. "Of course you do!"