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Spencer's POV:
Walking into the BAU I was surprised to see Rossi already here. Not only was it his day off, but it was early, Rossi doesn't usually get in until at least seven.
"Hey, Rossi. What are you doing here so early?" I ask.
Rossi looks up from his paperwork trying to hide that photo he had been looking at.
"I thought I'd get an early start today. I've got a lot to do." He said quickly.
I looked at him for a moment before deciding not to press the issue, if Rossi wanted to talk he would. I walked to my desk and sat down leaving Rossi to work in silence. I watched as Morgan and Prentiss both tried to get Rossi to talk. It was in vain. Rossi was like that, if he didn't want to talk you weren't going to get a thing.
It was getting close to lunch. I was excited because I was going out for lunch today. I was heading for Hotch's office when it happened, I just had to turn in some paperwork then I was off to lunch.
The BAU doors burst open and Emma and Oliver ran in. Emma was flustered, her dress skewed as if she'd run all the way here, she was out of breath and trying to keep up with Oliver in her heels. Oliver was excited, his tie flying behind him as he ran in.
"DADDY!" Oliver yelled.
"Oli, what are you doing here?" I asked more towards Emma than Oli. Before Oli can say a word Emma speaks up, that's when I notice the terror in her eyes.
"He's back, Spence. He's back. And I think he's going to kill me." She said as I took her and Oli into my arms, trying to comfort them. Emma was starting to break down and this wasn't the time or place for that.
I drew back and looked her in the eye,
"Emma, Baby listen to me, I'm going to protect you and Oli. He's not going to hurt you. But I need you to stay with me, nice and calm like." I can see her starting to relax. Of course the team has noticed, Oli didn't exactly come in quietly. I turn and as I do I see Emma's face when she sees the team watching. She looks nervous which I expected, but also angry and shocked. Rossi is the first to break the silence.
"Emma?" He asks. "Is that you?" He sounds so hopeful as if he's trying to will my Emma to be the same Emma he knows.
"As if you care" Emma spits at him. She picks up Oli and turns to me, silently pleading to leave. I shake my head 'No', she knows the team can help. Emma sighs in resignation.
"Emma please I just want to explain." Rossi pleads.
That seems to set Emma off. She puts Oliver down, storms over to Rossi and slaps him hard enough to leave a mark.
"Explain! Now you want to explain! You don't want anything to do with me for twenty-two years and all the sudden you want to explain! No, you don't get to explain anything. As far as I'm concerned and my family is concerned I don't have a father. You are dead to me." Emma finally stops yelling at Rossi, comes back over to where I'm standing with Oliver and takes Oli from me, clearly trying to soothe herself by reminding herself Oli is present.
"Are you sure they can help? That you need their help?" Emma asks me, practically begging me to say no.
I sigh. "Yeah I need them this time. If we are going to get him for good and end this then we need all the help we can get." Emma clearly doesn't look happy about that but is willing to accept it if it'll protect Oliver.
I need the team to help which means I'm going to have to finally tell the team everything. I turn to them. Everyone looks confused and a little heartbroken.
"Team meeting, conference room, now please." I say, hoping I don't sound as scared as I feel.
When we got to the conference room the whole team was already assembled. I get Emma and Oliver settled in the chair next to Penelope and JJ. I walk to the front of the room.
"Well, guys this is Emma and Oliver. I suppose you've already it figured out but Oliver is my son. Emma is Oliver's mother and my…" I stop, not really sure how to describe our relationship.
"Baby Mama with benefits." Emma helpfully pipes up. She smiles at me and says "But I'm working on that."
Morgan is the first to recover from the shock and regain the power of speech.
"Wow wow wow, Pretty Boy, you have a kid? And how old is she? How old is the kid?" Morgan starts rambling.
"Don't you dare suggest Spencer did anything he shouldn't have, Agent Morgan." Emma calmly says. If you want I'd be more than happy to tell our story. Which if you're going to help I suppose you'll need to know anyway." Emma continues. Morgan nods prompting Emma to launch into the story of how we met.
"I was fourteen when I met the love of my life. He was kind and funny and smart and liked me. I was geeky and smart and awkward. Things were great. Sure my Dad wasn't there but that was nothing new. I had my nannies and maids and Mom. Then Mom got sick. I was almost sixteen when she died. I lost everything. The house, the money, the nannies, and the maids. But Austin, my love, he stayed. He convinced his parents to let me stay with them in their guest room. By that summer things were starting to turn around for me. I was getting good grades, I had a place to live, and I had a great boyfriend who loved me. Or so I thought. It was that summer that I learned about pain. That he started hitting me. That he started telling me I wasn't good enough, pretty enough, smart enough. At the end of the summer he took the rest of me. I didn't know what to do. He was all I had, I loved him. Then I found out I was pregnant. I had someone counting on me. I loved my baby. I couldn't let it down, so I ran away. I left Austin. I was seventeen. I met Spencer about two months later. I was in Nevada doing what I could to stay alive. And I literally ran into Spencer. He knocked me to the ground. He was so embarrassed and sorry, he pleaded with me to take me to the doctor. I kept saying no, and then I just broke down, I told Spencer everything. So he took me to a small cafe nearby and got me a drink. I think he was trying to get me to calm down. Eventually Spencer asked if I wanted to stay with him in his hotel, no strings, I wouldn't have to do anything for him. He just didn't want to see me dead in a ditch, said I was too young to be doing this. I was. I hadn't even graduated high school. I stayed with Spencer for three months. In those months he helped me get a real job and my GED and doctors appointments. I was seventeen when I met my soulmate. When I met Spencer. I was seventeen when I had my baby, Spencer was there. I didn't want to be alone so I asked him to hold my hand. I was seventeen when I lost my baby. She was stillborn. The doctors suggested therapy to help me come to terms with the loss. Spencer was amazing. He went to my therapy appointments, he made my do to exercises and journaling when I didn't want to. He put me back together. Then when I was good he tried to leave. I was eighteen and I knew what I wanted, I wanted Spencer. I had wanted him since before I lost my baby. But Spencer said it wasn't right and then some shit about Stockholm syndrome or something. Anyway I didn't see Spencer for a few months, just the occasional phone call, I lived for those calls. Then I decided Spencer was being stupid about the whole thing and I packed up and came to DC. Shocked poor Spencer when I showed up at his door. We talked and talking turned to kissing and that is how we got Oliver. We've lived together ever since." Emma finishes the story smiling. I know she loves our story. She thinks it's super romantic, like a fairy tale.
"The reason we need your help is because after Emma came to me I helped her press charges against Austin. He's out and he's coming after her. I need help protecting my family." I say practically pleading with my team.
Hotch looks up for the first time and simply says "We're in."