(Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or it's characters)

So right now the votes are leaning towards Spencer having a second childhood, which was the point of this story in the beginning. However, I will keep the poll open and if the decision comes to equal votes for both categories I will try and integrate the two. But if this story does go in the direction of a cure it won't be for a while as I was planning on Spencer being with them for, at the very least, a year.

I know some people won't like that but I wrote this story to indulge in the de-aged genre and not to have him grow up immediately. I understand if that doesn't work for you; don't read if you have a problem with what I'm proposing. I don't want the reviews to blow up with angry comments on why he isn't cured yet. It is still a possibility, but it isn't the direction I wanted to take this story in.

Okay, now I've got that out of the way I'd just like to thank you all so much for your reviews as always! Thank you ahowell1993, WishForBetter, SPaRK, fishtrek, Aja85, Ash59, Sarry22, E. J. Morgan, Angel1178, Daisyangel, and Debbieoz.

Sorry for the delay, I have an English exam tomorrow which I've revised over the entirety of Christmas for so I haven't had much time to update... also, I'll admit I have also been working hard on a new story and my time has just drained.

Please review, but don't be angry ;)

Enjoy... it's Jack's birthday! (Not in real life) :D

Spencer woke up early, something he was getting better at. He hopped out of bed and dragged the big gift he had wrapped up out from under the bed.

He lifted it and fell back into his bed with and 'umph'. He tried again and successfully carried it into the hall and onto the top step.He checked Jack's room and saw the boy was still sleeping. He sat down on the stairs and carefully bounced down it, holding one hand against the wall. This was against the rules that JJ had set, so if he fell he'd be in even bigger trouble. He made it to the last step without incident, the big wrapped up box by his side.

He lifted it up and almost lost his balance again, staggering back under its weight.

He managed to stand up properly and he todled into the front room where a tall, not very inconspicuously wrapped bicycle stood. JJ had done her best, but it's difficult to make a bike look anything but a bike. She had added a big red ribbon on the front and Spencer had to admit that if he wasn't technically an adult, he'd love to rip that wrapping off and unveil the gift.

He set his present by the side of the bike, out of view unless you were to take a good look.

Spencer smiled and spun around, wiping his brow and starting out of the room. A thought struck him and he waited a minute, listening out for sounds of his family waking up.

When he heard nothing he tiptoed back into the front room and grabbed the remote. He pushed a DVD into the TV, turned the volume down and struggled onto the couch.

The Star Wars theme tune started playing quietly and Spencer sniggered happily.

"Morning, Spence," Jack skipped into the front room having heard the quiet noise of the TV from his room.

"Happy Birwthday!" Spencer cried, sliding off the couch and jumping up to hug Jack. He still wasn't used to being so much smaller than everyone. He was so used to bending down and hugging other people, now it was him who had to stand on his top toes.

"Thanks. What are you watching?"

"Staw warws!" Spencer exulted, then he bit his lip guiltily. He grabbed the remote and gave it to Jack.

"You can watch wesling," Spencer frowned. That word was a difficult one, he'd have to ask Garcia about that.

"Wrestling?"

"Yea, wes... rrrrr..res," Spencer was trying really hard and Jack ruffled his hair.

"Don't worry about it, Spencer, I couldn't say it until I was," he thought for a moment. "Four."

"Weally," Spencer cursed himself in his head.

"Yep! Anyway, I wanna watch this. Dad said he was going to get the new films some time."

Jack and Spencer had just settled on the couch when Henry bustled in, pulling a yawning JJ behind him.

"Happy birthday!" Henry shouted, leaping on the sofa and tackling Jack in a hug. Spencer ducked out of the way and smiled awkwardly at JJ in her dressing gown.

"Happy birthday, Jack," she leaned down and hugged him, planting a quick kiss on his cheek, which he wiped away with a grin.

"Aaron!" Henry called darting in and out the room excitedly.

"Presents?!" Jack asked eagerly, his eyes already scoping out the magnificently wrapped bike.

The kids arrived first and Spencer tried to disappear into the folds of the couch like loose change, but like loose change the kids found him.

Jack showed off his new bike and gave it a quick ride down the hall before Hotch grabbed it off him.

Spencer somehow found himself sat on the stairs between two girls who looked a little older than Henry. One had a sparkly green dress on and green hair bows and she reminded him of a mini Garcia.

Maybe this is what she would look like if she was de-aged, he thought. The other girl wore the typical frilly pink dress, her hair in pig tails.

"Can we bwush your haiw?" The one in pink kept asking. Spencer sighed; the only person who sounded like him was this small girl who looked as if she'd been spat out by a rainbow.

"No! I wanna!" The one in green snapped, grabbing the brush and trying to run it through Spencer's messy hair which hadn't seen a brush since JJ had attempted a few weeks before.

"Ow!" Spencer whined as it got caught in his brown curls.

"Stop! You'we huwting him!" The pink girl tore the brush from the other girl and in the process got it firmly stuck in Spencer's hair.

"Come on, kids! The clowns almost here!" Hotch called, walking past Spencer and his 'friends' and stepping outside to discuss plans with the clown.

"You need some lip gloss," the green girl reached into her bag.

"You'we too young," Spencer gasped. He didn't think kids had make until they were at least 14.

"Shhh... you can't talk. We're the mums and your the baby," she said, holding her hand in front of Spencer's face.

"I don't want to play," he whimpered, gulping when he saw the sparkly pink lip gloss.

Mothers don't put make up on their babies, he thought, if they saw him as their child he thought it controversial for them to try and cover him in products.

"Hold still, Baby," the pink girl said, holding his head still as the other tried to attack him with lip gloss.

"Mommy!" He cried desperately, knowing that's what the other parents would expect. He shook to try and release the girl's latch on him but she was strong.

"Hold still!" The green one grunted.

"Mom-" suddenly, Spencer felt himself being lifted away from the girls.

"Aw! We was just playing!" The pink girl cried, forcing crocadile tears from her eyes. JJ glanced at Spencer who lent his head on her shoulder with relief.

"Spencer is a little young so he's not the best person to play with. The other girls are in the front room, you should go in before the clown comes," JJ said and the two girls exchanged an excited look before hurtling off in the direction of the most noise.

"You okay?" JJ asked.

"Can you get dis out peas," he mumbled, pointing to the pink hairbrush lodged firmly in his hair. JJ laughed and Spencer pouted more. The other mums cooed at him muttering things like 'isn't he adorable' and 'what a little sweetheart.'

JJ sat him on the hall table and gently started working out the brush.

"Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, OW!" Spencer yelped.

"You got it in there pretty good."

"I did not! Those giwls did!" He moaned. Just then the team walked in and Spencer blushed beet red. He tried to turn his face quickly.

"Sit still, Spence, I've almost got it," JJ mumbled, trying her best not to pull his hair out.

"What's he done now?" Morgan laughed, kicking his shoes and coming up to JJ's side. JJ revealed the brush and Morgan tutted.

"Sorry. That'd be one of my girls. She can't help herself when it comes to smaller children," one of the moms spoke up.

"Don't worry, Spencer loves the attention," Emily teased, earning herself a death glare from Spencer.

"Look, I'll do it," Morgan offered, batting JJ's hands away and getting a firm grip on the brush.

"Ow, Ow, Ow," Spencer Hissed.

"Gentle," JJ warned. Morgan rolled his eyes, grabbed Spencer's hair and the brush and gave it a firm yank, instantly detangling the brush and pulling out several strands of Spencer's hair.

"Ahh!" Spencer cried, grabbing his head and trying to suck the tears back into his eyes.

"Derek!" JJ smacked him hard on his chest as he laughed. Some of the moms glared at him and he grimaced guiltily.

"Sorry, Pretty Boy." He gave Spencer a hand down and the toddler started storming off in the opposite direction when the front door opened and a clown walked in.

Now, to an adult this clown was average height with a Jolly round belly and a kindly smile. To a kid Jack's age he was funny. To Spencer he was the stuff of nightmares. Spencer gaped up at the towering monstrosity.

"Looks like the clown's arrived," Rossi said. This was lost on Spencer who had started trembling and backed away slowly. The clown spotted him and grinned. Spencer stared in horror at the malevolent smile. The clown leaned down to talk to him and Spencer skittered away, his mismatched socks slipped on the floorboards as he desperately retreated.

"Not a fan of clowns?" The clown chuckled, glancing at Hotch who was rubbing his neck.

"Guess not."

"I'll find him," Rossi offered, not fancying staying in the room much longer.

Spencer sprinted by the chattering parents who smiled amiably down at him as he passed. He fled to the kitchen and yanked the door of one of the emptier cupboards open and climbed in. He kept the door open which kind of gave away his hiding place, but he refused to sit in a small dark space.

He pulled his knees up to his chin and worked on calming his panting. He heard children's laughter and gently rocked himself.

Footsteps grew close and Spencer sunk further back into the cupboard.

"Hey, Kiddo," Rossi's head appeared, a frown of concern on his brow. "What was that about?"

"Don't like clowns," he whimpered.

"Yea? Me neither," Rossi sat down opposite the cupboard.

"You don't?"

"No. There used to be one on the street I lived on in Italy. He was a drunk. A big ugly clown who drinks isn't really a kids dream," the Italian said.

"Oh."

"Why are you scared of clowns?"

"Despite the fact that they have been depicted as muwdewous antagonists in severwal horwew movies, the most well known being Stephen King's 'It'," Spencer shivered.

"Yea, despite that."

"Well, Gawcia watched the new verwsion of 'It' when I stayed ovew and I kinda snuck out of bed and watched a bit... and I think my senses have been heightened as a child and things are ten times scawiew," he explained. Rossi chortled and shook his head.

"How about we hang out here till ole Pudsy has gone home?"

Spencer nodded eagerly.

Spencer reached a hand into the cookie jar and recieved a small smack on the wrist from Garcia.

"Not yet, Spencer," She chided and the small boy pouted.

"But I'm hungw-hungrwy," he grimaced.

"Well, maybe you should have eaten breakfast."

"I- Wait, how did you know?" He frowned, scratching his head.

"Because I know what you're like."

"What's taking them so long?" He whined.

"They're opening presents," she lent down so only he could hear and whispered, "has he opened yours?"

"No, I don't think so." Spencer jumped down from the chair and pulled Garcia into the front room where Jack was still tearing open presents from his friends and the team.

"See, it's still there," He Hissed, grabbing Garcia's had and pulling her back to the food as his stomach let out another rumble.

"Wait, look." She pointed at Jack and before Spencer could protest she lifted him onto her lap and took a seat quickly.

Jack found an unopened gift beside the couch and Spencer smiled wildly when he recognised the wrapping. Jack started attacking the pale blue paper and a high pitched squeal rushed from his mouth as he read the writing behind the wrapping.

"Woah! It's a magic kit?" Jack gasped.

"Who got you that?" Hotch asked, fumbling through the paper and grabbing the tag.

"Uncle Spence! He got me a card too and it says that he works somewhere else now, but that I can still be his assistant," beamed Jack, thrusting the card in his father's face before lifting the lid of the box. Hotch looked through the note and recognised the imitation of Reid's handwriting to be Garcia. He smirked up at her, and Spencer happened to be sat in her lap. She winked and nudged Spencer who gave Hotch a smug grin.

"That's the last one!" Hotch yelled, and Spencer seems to be the only one who cheered. He shimmied down and raced into the dining room before he was trampled by the 20 other kids, all of whom were bigger than him.

"Food," JJ announced and the kids followed Spencer's actions.

Despite the fact Spencer had gotten there first he was still caught in the tidal wave of children and found himself in the hallway yet again. His stomach growled loudly again, but he knew he couldn't make it past the hungry vulturous children.

He slid down the wall and rested his face in his hands miserably.

Suddenly, a plate full of food was thrust into his waiting hands.

He glanced up and saw Hotch grinning down at him.

"Someone said you were hungry."

"Thank you," He murmered, taking a big bite out of the hotdog Hotch had got him.

"No problem, buddy."

"Oh, he's so polite." Hotch whipped his head around to see one of the mothers watching them.

"Yea, He gets that from JJ, not me," Hotch chuckled, looking down fondly at Spencer who had managed to get ketchup in his eye and was whimpering quietly as he tried to wipe it away.

"I'm bleeding!" He cried, pulling his hand away from his eye and seeing red liquid on his finger which he assumed was blood.

"That's ketchup, little man," Hotch laughed, winking at the mother as he grabbed a napkin.

"Awen't you eating, Daddy?" Spencer asked, aware of the woman's presence.

"I will in a bit, you just worry about yourself and don't get ketchup in your eye again," Hotch said as he wiped away the last trace.

They remained like that for a good 15 minutes. Hotch chatted to the parents around him and they kept glancing at a content looking Spencer who was carefully eating the contents of his plate.

"When did you adopt?" The one father asked.

"Back in July. They say the younger ones adjust faster."

Spencer was unaware that they were talking about him as he investigated the fries on his place which appeared to coil around each other like a spring.

"He is quite young, isn't he? How old?"

"He will be two on the 28th of October."

"All three of them are in October then?"

"Yea, it's a pretty busy month-" Hotch was cut short by Garcia's loud voice over the ruckus.

"Cake!"

Spencer jumped at the call. He yawned and put his plate carefully on the hall table and he glanced into the dining room where everyone had somehow crammed in.

The cake was messy. Spencer stood behind the crowd of kids and adults who'd decided to help plate the cake for their uncoordinated children. He felt himself yawn once again and glanced at the clock. It was almost two. He grimaced; normally he'd be asleep and his team would've badgered him beforehand about taking a nap.

He, also, would normally try avoiding said nap at all costs, and an opportunity where everyone forgot about it was one he took advantage of, although he was always miserable later on. But as he fisted his eyes he realised he could really use that nap.

Spencer didn't want to be a nuisance, not today.

It's Jack's day today, he thought, and he refused to take any attention from him.

He crept upstairs quietly and with much struggle. On the tenth step he almost tumbled back down and he had to grip the carpet hard to stay upright. Not to mention how tired he was; entertaining kids who are bigger than you was hard.

He pushed his door shut after him and quickly stripped from his tiny outfit, throwing on his pyjamas and not caring if they were back to front. He hurried over to the curtains, pushing a stool beneath them to shut them.

The room darkened and he quickly flicked on the night light and snagged the rabbit he'd thrown on the floor the night before, after insisting to himself that he didn't need it. He hopped into bed and wrapped the covers around himself.

He tossed and turned trying to ignore the loud cheerful screech's from downstairs. He finally drifted off with his thoughts after 10 minutes of lying still and thinking hard.

Half an hour later a panicked JJ crashed through the door, looking around desperately. She saw Spencer sleeping peacefully and let out a sigh of relief. She studied the peaceful expression on his face and stepped over to brush the hair from his eyes. He stirred a little but remained asleep.

"JJ! The games a starting," she heard someone call. She rolled her eyes and tentatively shut the door before hurrying downstairs where a big circle of kids were waiting to play pass the parcel.

Jack gathered his guests on couches and chairs in the front room while he set up his new magic box.

He finished by draping a cape over his shoulders, a top hat on his head and a wand in his hand. He looked at each person, looking for someone to pick on. He really wished his uncle Reid was there to help him, he always knew the best tricks.

Spencer walked in, decked in his purple monster pyjamas, his hair matted to the side of his face and stuck out in wild curls across the rest of his head. He was grabbed by Jack who had chosen his first victim.

Spencer's thumb fell from his mouth as he looked up at a small crowd made up of his team and what was left of the kids and their parents.

"I have one volunteer," Jack pointed out as Spencer continued to glance around groggily.

"Any others?" Several 'me's filled the room. "Henry."

"I think that's favouritism," Rossi whispered to Garcia who smiled smugly.

"Okay, I'll start with a simple card trick that my uncle taught me," Jack shuffled the cards and held them out in front of Spencer. "You have to pick one of them," Jack explained to an already experienced magician. Spencer pulled one out and looked at it. Queen of hearts. He dropped the card clumsily due to his grogginess. From the look of the audience, they had expected him to do something worse.

"Put it back in the pile," Jack instructed. Spencer smiled.

It looks like I have taught him something, he thought. Jack shuffled the cards again, revealed he had nothing in his sleeve and carefully selected a card from the pack. He held it up to the audience and then to Spencer.

"Is this your card?" He asked. Spencer squinted at the two of diamonds, but he didn't shake his head. Instead he made a fake gasp which he was used to from all the magic tricks he used to teach the boys.

"Yep!" He Announced and the audience applauded. Spencer slunk away to Garcia who was patting a tiny space between her and Rossi.

Spencer didn't feel bad for lying, he knew Jack had good potential in the magicianing world and he wasn't about to upset him in front of everyone.

Spencer applauded along with everyone as Jack got Henry to pull a rabbit from his hat and then make a coin disappear.

"Okay, and for my final trick," Jack said above the noise of laughter as Morgan took his seat again with a grunt having just lost a ten dollar bill to one of Jack's tricks. "I need to call my first volunteer back."

Spencer scowled and Garcia nudged him off the couch. Spencer stood watching Jack curiously, keeping his hand on Garcia's knee in case he needed her protection.

"Okay. So my for my last trick I will be cutting my brother in half!" Jack announced.

A small squeak echoed through the room and everyone looked around to see Spencer darting out the door, heading to his cupboard for the second time that day.

"I was only joking!" Jack called.

Phew! I was really struggling with the chapter, hence why there was a delay, but I stared writing again an hour ago and I got really into it, I wasn't sure if I really wanted to end this chapter, but sadly I have to.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this!

Next chapter Spencer will be meeting JJ's mom...

See you then!