Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Okay, so I must apologise for a delay in updating my stories but I hurt my shoulder last week, I somehow trapped a nerve and typing was easy as I couldn't hold my shoulder in positions for too long. It's much better now. I have my updating schedule all worked out. Tonight, I am updating this story, Vigilante and Torment of Darkness. I'm updating Bring me home and Life by the numbers tomorrow as I want to add a few more scenes to Bring me home and Autumnamberleaves has sent me chapter six of Life by the numbers but I am still checking it over. I hope this is okay for you. Enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you all.

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Morgan gave the team a small wave with his free hand as they drove away from his house. They had decided not to overwhelm Spencer when bringing him to his new home. Spencer dozed away on his shoulder as he held him against his chest. He shifted the bags on his shoulder and was happy that the lights were still on as it could only mean that Garcia was still there. Using his key, he unlocked his door and walked in to a wonderful smell. Garcia appeared around the corner and immediately walked over with a look of love on her face. Morgan smiled as she reached up and brushed some hair behind Spencer's ear. "Morgan, he's so adorable. Oh, how could anyone hurt such a cutie?"

"I don't know but no-one is going to hurt him now," Morgan said before Spencer shifted in his arms.

Spencer opened his eyes slowly to see a blonde woman with a flower in her hair and colorful clothing. He rubbed his eyes and leaned up from Morgan's chest. Morgan placed him on his feet and knelt next to him. "Spencer, this is Penelope Garcia. She's my best friend and one of the most wonderful ladies in the world. You're safe with her."

Spencer reached out and touched the flower on her head. He recognised it as a rose. "I know I'm safe," he smiled. "Hello, Miss Garcia."

"Hello, Spencer. You are so cute," she said with a grin. "You can just call me Garcia. Everybody else does. Are you hungry?"

"Yes," he answered.

"I made my famous pasta and meatballs. Let's go get you some dinner. I also made cookies."

"I'm not allowed cookies," Spencer said sadly.

Morgan looked into Spencer's eyes and gently held him by his shoulders. "You are allowed cookies, Spencer. Did your daddy not let you have them?"

Spencer shook his head and tears began to come to the edge of his eyes. "Daddy said he already had a freak for a son and he didn't need me to be fat too. He hurt Mommy when she tried to sneak one to me."

Garcia wrapped her arms around him as he began to cry and gave him a loving hug. "Shhh, don't cry, baby boy. It's okay. You're a wonderful little boy and your daddy can't ever hurt you again. You can have cookies whenever you want. You're not a freak. I know that you're a genius and trust me when I say that genius's are beautiful and extraordinary. You're safe here."

She came away from the hug and wiped away the tears from his cheeks. "Let's get you some dinner and some cookies. You can watch Morgan miss his mouth when he's eating."

Spencer giggled and held Garcia's hand as they made their way to the kitchen.

Morgan followed Garcia as she held Spencer in her arms as they made their way up the stairs to his room. She walked over to the door and pushed it open to reveal every six year old's heaven. An assortment of bears filled the bed and the window seal while toys filled the shelves along with books galore. Garcia had chosen a space theme for the room and the bed covers had constellations and planets on them. Spencer looked around the room in awe.

"I hope you like it," Garcia said nervously.

"It's too much," Spencer bit his lip. "I didn't do anything to deserve the toys or bears."

"You're a polite and beautiful little boy," she said as she picked up a bear and brought it up to him. "You've had rough time and I wanted to give you a room that makes you feel safe and that you can really enjoy. This room is your haven. There are also art supplies in the box over there with notebooks, plain paper and canvases. You can be as creative as you want."

Spencer hugged her tightly and she hugged him back. He came away and touched her silky blonde hair. "Thank you, Garcia. You're the best."

Morgan couldn't help the grin on his lips. He knew that Spencer would love Garcia and it always amazed him at how great Garcia was with children. Garcia walked over to another chest with draws and pulled them out. They were all filled with new clothes and pyjamas. "It's nearly your bedtime. Pick out some pyjamas and then we can watch a little TV or read a book before you go to sleep."

"Can Morgan help me get changed?" Spencer asked. He didn't want Garcia to see the bruises on his ribs or the welts and scars on his back.

"Come here, buddy," Morgan said. "We'll get your teeth washed and then we'll get you changed. What PJ's do you want to wear?"

Walking to the drawer, he picked up some pyjamas with Transformers on them. "Good choice," Garcia smiled.

Morgan closed the book he had been reading to Spencer and brought the child duvet up a little. Snuggled on the pillow with Einstein in his arms and other bears around him was Spencer. Carefully, he rose up and turned on the night light. Morgan leaned down and kissed Spencer on the forehead. "Sleep tight, kiddo."

He closed the door but left it open a fraction in case anything happened. Garcia greeted him downstairs. "He's been through too much," she sighed.

"His father is a bastard," Morgan shook his head. "I don't understand how he could beat Spencer and Diana. I can't explain why I couldn't leave him there. He trusts me and I want to give him a nice home. Diana knows her son is safe here."

"He brings out your fatherly side," Garcia said as she pulled on her coat. "Do you want my best advice?"

"Of course," he said.

"Don't let that little boy go for a second," she smiled before giving him a small hug. "Call me if you need anything at all."

Morgan woke up suddenly as a shriek came from Spencer's room. He rushed out of the room to find Spencer upright with his eyes wide and tears streaming down his face. He brought Spencer into his arms and tried to calm him down. "Spencer, you're okay. Did you have a nightmare?"

Spencer nodded and buried himself into Morgan's chest. "Was it about your daddy?"

"He got mad at me because I knocked over a glass," Spencer explained as he tried to calm down. "Daddy doesn't like spending money. He said I was a useless little boy and all I did was cost him money. He hit me a few times before throwing me out of the house. I wasn't allowed back till the morning."

"You were alone all night?" Morgan said as he struggled to stop the anger bubbling inside as he thought about Spencer fending for himself. "Where did you go? How often did this happen?"

"He would only throw me out of the house if it was about money. If it was early enough, I went to the library and Miss Poe would look after me but I couldn't get in her trouble so I always said that daddy was waiting outside. I would always go to the park and sleep inside the play but sometimes it was scary. Bad men some times came there and I had to hide sometimes. It was really cold. Mommy was locked in her room and every time I came home, she was crying. Daddy hurt her. He's going to hurt for what she did."

"He won't do anything to her. She's safe where she is right now and social services is going to help her find somewhere safe when she gets out. Your mother wants you safe and I intend to keep you safe. Do you think you could get back to sleep?"

"Can you read to me again?" Spencer asked as he wiped his eyes. "Mommy says that the best way to appreciate books are for someone to read them to you. I think I get my intelligence from her. She's so smart."

"I'll read to you," Morgan said before going over to the bookshelf. "What do you want me to read to you?"

"Lord of the rings, please."

Morgan yawned as he poured himself a cup of coffee. Spencer was sitting in front of the television and watching Saturday morning cartoons after eating a bowl of cereal. Garcia had stocked up the kitchen with food suitable for a six year old and Morgan knew that she was angel. The little boy had wanted to wash up in return for watching television but Morgan had told him to just enjoy his cartoons.

He pulled out his phone and dialled his mother in Chicago. Walking into the kitchen, he waited for her to answer.

"Hello," his mother answered.

"Hey, Mom, it's me," Morgan said. "How are you?"

"Derek!" Fran said happily. "Oh, I am so happy to hear from you. I'm fine, sweetheart. How are you?"

"I'm good, Mom. I was actually calling to ask for some help. It wouldn't be forever that I would need your help but I've made a big decision and I just need to sort out a long term plan."

"What kind of help do you need?" Fran questioned. "Derek, you're not in trouble, are you?"

"No, Mom. I'm fostering a little boy called Spencer and hopefully it will be long term after CPS make their inspection in the next few days. I was wondering if you could come to Virginia and help me look after him till I can sort out a better schedule at work and with Spencer's education. He's six years old but amazingly mature and smart. He has an IQ of 187. If you can't, I completely understand. I just wanted to ask."

"Oh, Derek, I'll be there tomorrow to help you," she said down the phone. "I was not made for retirement. I'd love to come and stay with you for a while. I can't wait to meet him. Let me just sort out a few things here and I'll catch a flight out tonight. I'm so excited."

Morgan let out a small chuckle. "Thanks, Mom. You're the best."

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Savannah isn't in this story. Let's face it people, Morgan belongs with Garcia!