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Later that day

Morgan looked away from the television as a knock came at his door. He rose up from the couch and answered the door to see a young woman standing there. "Hello, Mr Morgan. I'm Joyce Griffin from Child Protective Services. I'm here for the inspection."

"Of course," Morgan smiled as he stepped aside. "Shall we speak in the kitchen? Spencer is watching some cartoons with my mother."

They made their way past the living room and into the kitchen where Morgan closed the door to make sure Spencer didn't hear anything. "I need to ask this but, have the CPS been notified about what is happening in Las Vegas regarding Spencer's mother?"

"We have," Joyce answered. "It's very disturbing but we needed to continue with the investigation to ensure Spencer's safety. I understand that the police are looking for William Reid as he is the main suspect in Diana's attack."

"Spencer is safe here. I can promise you that he is safe here. I'm an FBI agent and I'm not leaving Spencer's side till William is captured and thrown into jail for what he's done. Please don't say anything about Diana in front of Spencer. He doesn't know."

"Until we know that Diana is going to make it, we would prefer that Spencer not know about what happened, at least, until we can find the right way to tell him. Her doctors are worried about her making it through the next few days. Today, I'm here to check Spencer's living conditions and to make sure that you're able to look after him with your work schedule and that you are financially stable enough to give him what he needs."

"My mother is staying here for as long as I need her. She's retired and is more than happy to look after Spencer when I go back to work. He's calling her Grammy."

"It seems like he has attached himself quite strongly to her," Joyce smiled. "That's wonderful. Good influences are what he needs and that fact he has started to call her Grammy is a very positive sign."

"I have a few more questions and then I'll need to look around the house to make sure it's safe and suitable for Spencer's needs. I'll need to speak with your mother and I'll also need to have a little talk with Spencer in private. After the inspection, I'll give you my final decision."

Fran glanced at up as Morgan showed the CPS agent around the house. Spencer also watched them and she felt him shake slightly as he leaned further into her. She hugged him close and rubbed his arm soothingly. "Don't worry, Spencer."

"What if she doesn't let me stay?" Spencer whispered. "I like it here with Morgan and you. I don't want to go to a foster home."

"You won't," Fran said calmly. "There is no reason in the world for her to take you away from us. You like it here and we can give you everything that you could ever need. She's just doing her job because she cares about you too."

"Grammy, I'm scared."

"Don't be," Fran soothed before hugging him close. "Grammy is wise, she loves you and she knows that tonight she'll be reading Lord of the Rings to you."

Spencer hugged her tightly and leaned against her. Fran brought him further onto his lap and rocked him as he began to get a little upset. "Don't cry, little genius. You're not going anywhere."

Morgan watched as Joyce filled out her paperwork with a smile. They made their way back down the stairs and noticed Fran walking around the living room with Spencer crying her arms. Morgan walked over. "What's wrong?"

"I don't want to go to a foster home," Spencer cried as he looked over to Joyce.

Joyce walked over to him. "Spencer, do you really like it here? Do Derek and his mother treat you well?"

Spencer nodded and let out a small hiccup. "Morgan keeps me safe and he treats me well too. He takes me to the park too and he doesn't yell at me if I break something. He's a hero. Grammy makes cookies and she holds me when the nightmares try to hurt me. She doesn't get angry with me for crying. She's my Grammy. I like it here and I don't want to go."

"Spencer, that's all I needed to hear," Joyce said before signing her paperwork and turning to Morgan. "Spencer is now in your temporary custody until further notice. You are his guardian and all the responsibilities for his care are now yours. He's safe here and to remove him would only cause him harm."

She turned to Spencer. "You're not going to a foster home. The best place for you is here with Mr Morgan and his mother."

Spencer signalled to Fran for himself to be lowered to the floor. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he rushed to Joyce and hugged her legs. "Thank you, mam."

Joyce knelt and gave him a small hug. "You're welcome, Spencer. Mr Morgan has all my contact details. If you need anything, just call me. I must be going now."

"Thank you for letting him stay," Morgan said with overwhelming relief. "I'll see you out."

William let out a huff of frustration as the social worker refused to tell him where Spencer had been sent. He nodded to his friend and enjoyed hearing her muffled scream as the knife was used to slice into her hip. She had already lost a fair amount of blood from her other wounds and he wanted an answer soon. He walked over and pressed down on her broken wrist. "Bitch, this will end when you tell me where my son is. No-one takes what is mine! Tell me or my friend will do so much worse than slice into that pretty skin of yours."

William's friend grabbed her hand and pressed the knife down on one of her fingers.

"VIRGINIA WITH THE AGENT!" She screamed before breaking down in tears. "Please, stop. I'm begging you."

William grabbed her head and smashed it into the floor. Her body became limp as she became unconscious. "We need to move quickly," William said as wiped blood off his hand.

Emily stayed by Diana Reid's side. Rossi was working with the local police to try to track down William. Diana was barely recognisable and the only thing keeping her alive were the machines around her. The ventilator wheezed away with the heart monitor sounding away with it. Emily held Diana's hand. "He's safe, Diana. I don't know if you can hear me but I want you to know that Spencer is safe with Morgan. William won't touch him, I promise."

Spencer giggled as Morgan chased him around the backyard. He let out a squeal as Morgan caught him and twirled him around. He was dizzy when Morgan put him back on the ground and only managed two shaky steps before he stumbled. "I'm sorry, kiddo, I should have waited till you were a little less dizzy to put you down."

Morgan picked Spencer up and rested him on his hips. "I don't know about you but I need a cold drink."

"Yes please," Spencer grinned as he was carried inside and put on a stool. Morgan pulled out some orange juice and poured it into a glass and a kid's bottle for Spencer. He added ice and pushed it over to the six year old. Spencer picked up the bottle and enjoyed the cold drink. "Where's Grammy?"

"Just unpacking a few of her things," Morgan said. "Spencer, I want to ask you something. You're going to be staying here for a while and I wondered if you wanted to go to school."

Spencer put down his bottle and bit his lip nervously. "I don't like school. Kids bully me when they find out I'm smart and I get bored with the work. It isn't challenging. At my last school, the kids threw rotten fruit at me and laughed. Daddy laughed when I got home and said at least I looked like what I really was. He said I was garbage."

Morgan walked over to Spencer and knelt in front of him. "I'm sorry. No father should say that to his son. I'm not going to push you into anything that you don't want to do but you need an education."

"I can home school him for now," Fran's voice came from the door. "Sorry, I couldn't help but hear when I came down. It would be a good idea, Derek. We can get work that really challenges him and he won't have to worry about being bullied by other children."

"Will you be able to handle having him home all day?" Morgan asked.

Fran walked over to Spencer and ruffled his hair causing him to let out a chuckle. "Derek, I love spending time with my little genius and we can have lots of fun learning new things. How does that sound, Spencer?"

"Prodigiosus," Spencer exclaimed happily.

Both Morgan and Fran look confused at his use of the word.

"It means amazing in Latin," Spencer explained.

Fran swooped Spencer into her arms and laughed gently. "Oh, I don't know who will be the student and who will be the teacher at this rate."

Rossi walked up the stairs of the apartment building he had entered. He was checking up on the social worker who had handled Spencer's case. They had been unable to contact her and had missed her at her work after she had come home during her lunch break. He came to the top of the stairs and turned the corner to see the social worker's apartment door ajar. He rushed forward and opened the door to find her beaten and bloody on the floor. He knelt by her side and tried to rouse her. "Kelly! Kelly Norris! Can you hear me?"

Kelly barely opened her swollen eyes and wheezed painfully.

"I'm Agent Rossi. Stay awake for me. Who did this to you?"

"Willlliam," she slurred before sobbing painfully. "I'm soooo sorry. I told himmm where his son isss."

Kelly became limp in his arms. He pulled out his phone and dialled for am ambulance. Kelly's pulse was getting weaker and Rossi didn't know if she was going to make it. "Come on, Kelly. Stay with me."

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