AN: Okay, so this is my first fanfic in a while so be patient with me. I have changed things a little bit. I have made Spencer a little younger than I think he is at this time. Spencer is 35 and my OC is 25. I am not sure how faithful I can be in updating this but I am going to try my best. If any of you have ideas for where this story can go please let me know. I have ideas for the next few chapters but I am not sure after that.

Spencer looked down in shock at the bundle in his arms. He couldn't believe it. Everyone had thought she was lying. That Cat had been lying about the baby and about it being his. However, he wasn't surprised when they got the paternity test back, confirming that the baby was his. He knew, he knew in his gut the baby was his. He remembered the violation done to him, in his drugged state, with no hope of fighting her off or really knowing what was happening.

Spencer's head turned towards the door as someone knocked.

"Hey Pretty boy, can I come in?" Derek said as he leaned against the door frame.

Spencer waved him into the room. "Be quiet though," he whispered. "She's sleeping" He kept his eyes focused on the baby girl in his arms, enthralled by the life in his arms.

"They have transferred her back to the prison, she will be put back on death row," Morgan whispered. Spencer took a shaky breath and nodded his head, never taking his eyes off of his baby girl. "You are free now," Derek continued, "She has no power over you anymore,"

Spencer just continued to stare at his baby girl as a tear silently slipped down his, not even daring to look into Derek's eyes afraid he would burst into tears. Morgan sensing Spencer's discomfort switched the subject.

"So," Derek drew out, "What's her name?" he asked, looking at Spencer expectantly.

Spencer looked up at Derek with a smile, "Her name is Eleanor Diana Reid." He looked back down at his baby girl with a big smile on his face. Then he looked back up at Derek. "Ellie for short,"

"That's beautiful," Derek said looking down at the baby girl in his best friend's arms.

Two Years Later

Spencer yelled down the hall, "Ellie! Breakfast is ready!" Spencer turned his head as he heard the pitter-patter of little feet coming down the hallway into the kitchen where he stood. He smiled at his baby girl as she slid into the kitchen on the hardwood floor, her socks giving her the distance she desired. She fell on her bottom and laughed loudly. She stood back on her feet and walked up to Spencer and lifted her hands to him.

"Up daddy," She said. Spencer bent down and picked her up and kissed her on her forehead. He then sat her down in her booster seat at the island of the kitchen and set a pancake in front of her with a sippy cup of orange juice.

"Eat your breakfast baby, we are going to be going to Uncle Derek and Aunt Savannah's for your birthday today," He started to clean up the kitchen as Eleanor finished her breakfast. As he washed the dishes he thought of how much his life has changed in the past two years. He switched to part-time work and work other times as a Professor. He enjoyed the time he got to spend with his daughter, getting to raise her and watch her learn, and grow. Spencer could not imagine life without her. He started going to therapy and taking it more seriously after Eleanor was born, he didn't want her to have to deal with his struggles. The hurt of his whole life, but especially the trauma of Eleanor's conception, that it was not consensual. Spencer stopped that line of thinking as soon as it popped into his head. He set down the clean dishes on the drying rack and looked back towards his daughter who was happily tearing her pancake apart and eating it.

He loved his new life. He bought a house instead of his apartment. The apartment was too small for the two of them. His new home was a modest three-bedroom home with a large backyard for Eleanor to play in. It was a good walking distance from a library, and the coffee shop he likes. He loved his daughter, and he loved his life.

Spencer parked the car in Derek's driveway and went to the back seat to unbuckle Eleanor. He had dressed her in a long sleeve floral shirt with a blue Jean overall dress, and white sneakers with white socks with lace at the top. As soon as he set Eleanor down on the grown she ran her little toddler legs as fast as they could carry her to Derek's front door.

"Slow down Ellie," Spencer yells half-heartedly as he locks up the car and catches up with her as she made it to the front door. He knocks on the door and is only slightly surprised to see Penelope open the door. Penelope bent down and grabbed Eleanor in a hug.

"Oh, my little honey bunches of oats!" Penelope exclaims as she hugs Eleanor tightly, Eleanor gives her just an enthusiastic hug back. "Happy Birthday!" Penelope says as she scoops Eleanor up and places her on her hip as she walks inside. Spencer just shakes his head and follows them into the house.

Derek's house was decked out with balloons and streamers and a huge banner that says "Happy Birthday Eleanor!" on it. The whole team was here, Derek, Penelope, JJ, Emily, Rossi, And even Hotch. They all turn around to face Spencer and Eleanor as they walk in and come to say happy birthday to Eleanor and give her hugs themselves.

After all the greetings and happy birthdays were given they go to sit in the living room for presents and then pass out the cake. Spencer looked around at everyone, smiling and laughing, surrounded by the people he loves and that love him. He looked at Ellie as she was playing with a new toy on the living room floor. She was similar to him in a lot of ways. She had his sharp features and curly hair, even for a two-year-old she had his long lanky frame. There were things though that hurt him every time he looked at her, she had Cat's dark brown hair and her dark brown eyes, and her skin had more of a natural tan than Spencers did that had to come from Cat. It hurt him to see someone he loved so much have the same features as the woman who ruined his life.

"Daddy!" Eleanor yelled, "Come play with me," She said from her spot on the floor, waving him over to next to her. Spencer moved from his spot on the floor and pushed the depressing thoughts aside to sit and play with his daughter.

Spencer walked to his favorite coffee shop after dropping Eleanor off at daycare. He liked to get his grading for school done in the coffee shop. It helped him to have other people around while he worked, so he didn't get too involved and forget to eat, or lose track of time. He was looking down and digging into his bag as he walked through the door. He looked up in shock as hot liquid spilled down his chest. He heard a woman yelp as he looked down at the mess that became of his shirt.

"I'm so sorry," Spencer starts.

"No, I'm so sorry," The woman says, " I wasn't looking where I was going"

"Neither was I," Spencer said as he started to walk to the counter to get napkins to clean up his shirt. He was dressed casually today, he only had to grade papers so he was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a green sweater, with his classic pair of miss match socks and black converse.

The woman walked up to him again. "I'm really sorry, let me make it up to you, I could buy your coffee?" she asks. Spencer looked up at her his hand stopping the attack on his sweater to try and clean it up. She was beautiful, he couldn't deny that she had beautiful black hair that stooped just above her shoulder. Her eyes were a warm green color, and her face was a beautiful heart-shaped.

"Okay," Spencer said. "sure"