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Hotch walked with JJ by his side into the interrogation room and was determined to make sure that William felt powerless. JJ stayed standing to intimidate William. He had had power over women for most of his life but JJ wanted him to know that she was in control. Hotch opened the file as he sat down. "William Reid, you are bring charged with quite a few things. Murder, attempted murder, multiple assaults, child abuse, attempted abduction of a minor and bail jumping although that last one is the least of your problems. You are charged with murder of Kelly Norris, and the attempted murder of your wife, Diana Reid. Why did you kill Kelly Norris? You've declined to have a lawyer present so I want answers."

"Not my fault she died. She should have told me where Spencer was before things got too rough for her to handle."

"How much of the actual torture did you do?" JJ asked as she stepped forward to tower over him. "By the forensics report, it looks like you let your friend do some of it but joined in after a while. Do you enjoy hurting women, William? Are they the only people you can intimidate and hurt? Oh, sorry, I'm mistaken. One of Spencer's carers took you on quite easily."

"You're a know it all bitch, aren't you?" William snapped. "I could show you where you belong if these cuffs weren't on."

"I doubt that," Hotch said with a small smile. "I've met men like you before, William. You think you're going to have the whole world in your hands but your anger and narcissistic personality prevent you from moving anywhere in your career. You take out your frustrations on your family because they are the only ones you feel like you have any power over. You abused your son because he became another mouth to feed and because he became the centre of your wife's world. Tell me, when you punched Diana in the stomach when she was pregnant, were you trying to make her lose her baby?"

William stayed silent and gave his cuffs a small tug.

"Answer me, William," Hotch raised his voice.

"I never wanted that stupid boy," William vented. "I only let her keep the baby because I thought I was going to get the promotion I wanted at work."

"They saw through you though," Hotch said. "You were eager and probably good at your job but they knew something was off with you. They saw how you would drink and they didn't like it. They saw it even more after they passed you over for the promotion, didn't they? You drank heavier because you couldn't handle being passed over. You began to hit your wife and then you punched her in the stomach one night. She told me what happened. She thought she was losing her child and you just sat there and watched a football game."

"The brat survived so I don't understand why it would matter," William shrugged.

"It matters because you tried to kill your son before he was even born. You don't have an emotional attachment to your son so, why go to so much trouble to get him back?"

"He belongs to me and I wanted to show Diana the consequences of telling," he admitted. "Spencer had to pay too. He just had to start blabbing. He's my property."

"He's a child," JJ raised her voice slightly. "Not property. You beat and abused your son because you're a despicable human being. We know about how you would throw him out of the house and leave him to fend for himself all night. We've seen the welts on his back and the scars on the rest of his body. You're going to prison for the rest of your life for everything you've done."

"We'll see about that," William smirked.

"Don't think any of your connections will get you out of this, William. I'm going to track your case every step of the way. There will be no plea bargains and I'm going to make sure every single statement and piece of evidence is taken and put against you. All your files and computers have been confiscated and I suspect most of what you would use to blackmail people is on those computers and in those files. Kelly Norris was a good woman and you murdered her. Your wife is a good woman and she's fighting for her life because of you. Spencer is a wonderful and smart little boy who will never know abuse ever again. Your crimes will not be hidden when you go to prison. Men who beat their children and wives aren't generally in the good books of the other prisoners. You'll be in permanent custody as I highly doubt you'll be getting bail. I'll see you in the courtroom, William."

William stared at Hotch with pure anger radiating from him but stayed silent as JJ and Hotch left the room. JJ closed the door and clenched her hands into fists. "That man is a monster."

"I know how you feel," Hotch sighed. "I don't understand how someone can call their own child property."

"Spencer is safe and that's the most important thing," JJ said. "Diana will hopefully wake up soon and William will pay. Spencer's also got his Grammy looking after him."

"Fran is one tough woman," Hotch grinned. "I can see where Morgan gets his fight from."

Fran held Spencer's hand as they made their way downstairs for something to eat. They had been awoken by the smell of something cooking. Fran walked into the kitchen to find her son making home-made pizzas. She didn't miss the way he winced getting the pizza from the oven. Letting go of Spencer's hand, she rushed over as soon as he placed the pizza tray down. "Derek, you need to take it easy."

"I'm fine," Morgan shook his head. "I made dinner. Spencer must be hungry."

Spencer walked over in his star wars pyjamas and hugged Morgan's legs. "Don't hurt yourself, Morgan."

Morgan ruffled his hair. "Kid, I'm fine. I've had worse injuries from playing football when I was a teenager. How are you feeling?"

"Sad," Spencer admitted. "I hope my mommy wakes up soon."

Fran picked him up and rested him on her hips. "She'll wake up when her body is healed enough. Your mommy loves you and I bet she would want you to still live your life. You need to smile now so you can give your mommy the perfect smile when you see her again. Tomorrow, we're going to do lots of art. We have all those art supplies from Garcia and we can have lots of fun. What do you think?"

"Art sounds fun," Spencer nodded before leaning against her shoulder. "I love you, Grammy."

Fran was caught off guard for a moment but felt her heart jump a beat. "I love you too, Spencer. Grammy will always love you."

The next day

Fran watched Spencer curiously as he painted a very realistic flower onto the canvas. Most adults she knew didn't have the precision and artistic ability that Spencer was demonstrating. He spent time doing each and every piece of detail. "Spencer, who taught you to paint and draw like this?"

"No-one," Spencer said as he picked up another brush. "I just pick up the brush and I see the picture in my head. Don't you like it, Grammy?"

"I love it," she assured him. "You're an amazing little boy. Don't let anyone ever tell you different."

Emily finished sending a message to Morgan and Hotch and slid her phone back into her pocket. The swelling to Diana's brain had come down massively and the doctors were now sure she would recover physically. They still had worries about Diana having brain damage but they wouldn't know anything till she woke up. It would still be at least a week before she could safely be moved to Virginia.

"Well done, Diana. Keep on fighting."

Fran settled Spencer outside in the garden with a book before coming back inside and preparing some cold drinks. She added ice into all of them. It was a beautiful day outside and she planned to take Spencer to a book fair the next day. Morgan came into the room and opened the fridge to get an ice pack. "I didn't know Spencer was so good at art," Morgan said as he pressed the ice pack to his ribs.

"He's so talented," Fran beamed with pride. "He's drawing at a level that most teenagers and adults can't do. We really need to nurture his gifts, Derek. He could go to art school or with his IQ, he could be accepted into any college he wants."

"Mom, aren't you planning a little ahead?"

Fran poured some lemonade into the glasses and shook her head. "Perhaps I am but I don't want to see Spencer failed again. He has amazing gifts which need to be supported. He's a very fragile little boy who needs proper care. Derek, I know deep down that you never want to let him go. I saw you at the hospital. You love that little boy as if he was your own child. I've always known that you've had paternal instincts but they've been in overdrive since Spencer has been here."

"I do care about him. I love him and have since the hospital but I'm being realistic. If his mother gets better and proves she's well enough to take care of him then I have to say goodbye. Diana is a good mother and I would never want to tear them apart. I just don't know what might happen. I want to give him everything he could want or need but I don't know how long he's going to be here. If he's ever ready to go to school again, do I enrol him in one? Do I try to get him into extra curricular clubs when he's ready? Do I let myself get too close?"

"Yes, you get close to him. It will be some time before Diana is in any condition to care for her son physically and we don't even know if the doctors will allow her custody due to her mental illness. I don't know what the future holds but I know it involves you always being part of that little boy's life."

"I hope so," Morgan nodded before adjusting the ice pack on his ribs. "We better go out there. Some fresh air will do us all good."

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