Author's note: After 4x16 Pleasure is my Business, just before 4x17 Demonology

"Reidikins wake up, we're going shooting today!" I cheered, running into Spencer's room.

He groaned and rolled away from me, "Later."

I perched on the edge of the mattress, "Come on! You know how long I've been looking forward to this?"

"Since you shot that guy in our kitchen," he murmured into his pillow.

"Very funny, now let's go!" I cried, tugging on his arm. I was already fully dressed and had been up for an hour.

"Ten more minutes…"

"No!"

Half an hour later Spencer was showered, dressed and downing his morning coffee. "Ready?" I asked excitedly.

"Yeah hang on," he said, walking to his bedroom. A moment later he returned with his revolver and the Glock 17, "Here," he said, handing me the Glock 17.

"Cool, my own gun," I commented.

"No, no. Not your own gun, you can use this one," he clarified, imitating the look Hotch gives me when trying to keep me out of the conference room.

We arrived at the firearms training facility at Quantico and gave our ID's to the guard who smiled at me, "First time practicing little lady?" he asked politely.

I grinned back, "Not exactly."

He handed us ear muffs and safety goggles and let us into one of the firing areas. "Just press this button to bring those papers closer," he told me. I nodded and he left.

"I was here a few years ago with Hotch before my gun qualifications," Spencer said, looking around the little area. "He told me that on SWAT they broke shots down into three steps, front sight, controlled trigger press and follow through."

"Lots and lots of words Spencer, now do you want to go first or shall I?" I asked eagerly.

Spencer pushed me off to the side, "I believe the expert should go first," he said haughtily. I snorted and let him continue.

I pressed the ear muffs to my head and gave my brother the thumbs up. He aimed and a loud bang went off. I saw his shoulders dip a bit and I hit the button to bring the target closer. "Where you aiming for, his ear?" I asked sarcastically. He glared at me and I stepped away from him, putting my hands up in surrender. He pressed the button again and the target sailed away. He fired a full round and recalled the target sheet. "Not bad," I complimented.

"Let's see you do better little girl," he taunted, ruffling my hair.

I got a new civilian target sheet and picked up the Glock 17. I glanced back at Spencer and he gave me thumbs up. I aimed for the circle labeled 5X and fired. I went through a full round and set down my gun. Spencer was still glaring at me and called the target sheet. There were three bullet holes through the target I was aiming for, seven in the area just outside the target and the rest had gone through the outline's left shoulder. Spencer nodded approvingly, "Pretty good."

A red light appeared above us and the door opened. "Miss… Reid? There's a call for you," The guard said, poking his head through the doorway, "Is that yours?" He asked me, pointing to the target sheet. I nodded, "Good job," he said. Spencer picked up the guns and stepped out of the firing area behind me.

The guard handed me the phone, "Hello?"

"Hey Sara, it's JJ."

"Hi, is something wrong?" I asked nervously.

"What? Oh, no. I was just wondering if you'd be willing to babysit Henry for the afternoon."

I bit my lip, "Um, sure JJ, I'll be right there." I returned the phone to the guard and turned to Spencer, "Looks like we're done for the day."

Spencer and I arrived at the Jareau-LaMontagne household and rang the doorbell. Will answered the door, "Reid, Sara, thanks for coming," he greeted, letting us in.

"Sara, Spence is that you?" JJ called from down the hall. Will lead us to the kitchen where JJ was holding a sleepy Henry.

"Hi buddy!" I said, taking the baby from JJ.

"Thanks for coming you guys, we've got a family thing to go to and a lot of people are sick so I didn't want to bring Henry," JJ explained.

"We'll be back later tonight, she left a list of where everything is on the counter," Will said, tugging JJ gently by the arm.

"Oh, well just let me check that everything's written down," JJ protested.

"It's all there," he assured her.

"Alright, bye Henry," she said, waving to the baby.

"He'll be just fine JJ, I promise," I told her. She blew the baby a kiss and allowed herself to be tugged out of the room. I heard the front door shut behind the couple and looked down at Henry, now asleep, "Just you and me today buddy," I told him.

"And me!" Spencer said, offended.

I rolled my eyes, "But he's useless, so pay him no mind," I whispered, carrying Henry into the living room.

I set the baby in his playpen with a blanket and returned to the kitchen where Spencer was seated at the table. "Wait, you're just going to leave him in there by himself?" He asked concernedly, craning his neck to see Henry in the other room.

"Yeah. Spencer he's only like 3 months old, pretty low maintenance," I assured my brother.

"Low maintenance? Henry is completely dependent on us!" Spencer exclaimed.

I sighed, "Well he's sleeping now, if it'd make you feel better why not go read one of those child care books?" I asked, pointing to several paper cover books on the coffee table. I read over JJ's incredibly detailed list and oriented myself with the kitchen while Spencer read a 400 page parenting book (sigh).