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A few days later

Spencer giggled happily as Garcia pushed the swing. He was spending the day with her because of his mother. He wasn't supposed to know but he had overheard Morgan talking about her being transferred to a hospital in Virginia and today was the day she arrived. As the wind rushed through his hair, he wondered why everyone tried to keep things from him. Nothing could be worse than the abuse he had suffered at his daddy's hands. He was happy that his mother was coming to be so near to him. All he wanted to do was see her.

The swing slowed as Garcia gently brought it to a stand still. She came to kneel in front of him. "You stopped laughing, did you start to feel sick?"

"I know my mommy is coming home today," he admitted before biting his lip. "I heard Grammy and Morgan talking about it. Don't tell them. I don't want to get in trouble."

"You're not in trouble," she said before brushing some of his hair behind his ears. "You shouldn't eavesdrop on conversations but I can understand the reason you did it. Yes, your mommy is being transferred to a hospital not far from here. She's still sleeping but she's doing a lot better."

"When can I see her?" Spencer asked. "I miss her and I really want to see her."

"Spencer, your mommy still has a lot of bruises and I don't think she would want you to see her like that. I know you're very mature for your age but I don't want you to have a memory of your mother in that state in your memories."

Getting off the swing, Spencer angrily stormed away from Garcia and towards the path. Garcia rushed over to him and grabbed his hand. "Spencer!"

"No," Spencer yelled furiously as he managed to tug his hand out of her grasp. "I want to see my mommy. I may be six but I've seen things that I should never have seen. Daddy beat mommy up because he blamed her if I misbehaved. I never misbehaved. He was just drunk and unhappy because his friends didn't like him. I've seen her with bruises. I just want to see her and it's not fair that you won't let me."

Spencer's eyes watered before he sat on the bench and brought his knees to his chest. Garcia sat next to him as he began to cry. "You all think I'm a baby but I'm not."

Bringing her arms around him, Garcia kissed the top of his head and held him as he let out some of the bottled up pain she knew he had been holding inside. After a minute, Spencer turned and wrapped his arms around her. He continued to cry against her. "It's okay, my little wonder."

"I was a good boy but he still hurt her," Spencer hiccuped as he came out of the hug. Garcia used her thumbs to wipe the tears from his face.

"We know you're not a baby but you're still six years old. You have been through more in your six years of life than many people will ever go through in their entire life. All your life, you've had to try to be an adult but you should never have had to do that. Spencer, your daddy is an evil man and he hurt you. Morgan, Grammy, all of us know you're strong but we see the pain in your eyes sometimes. We just want want to give you good memories from this point on. Your mommy wanted you to have a good life."

"I can handle seeing her, Garcia. The last time I saw her, she said goodbye and then she got taken away. If I see her and talk to her, she might wake up."

Garcia looked into Spencer's eyes and let out a soft smile. "We have to see what Grammy and Morgan say but I think it would be good for you to see your mommy."

"Grammy loves me and so does Morgan," Spencer smiled. "They can't say no when I smile."

Garcia laughed before hugging Spencer close again. "You cheeky monkey. Well, we still have lots of time together and I was thinking that we go to the fair and then we can go to the book store. How does that sound?"

"Awesome," Spencer grinned as Garcia rose up from the bench. He held her hand as they walked down the path.

Garcia looked down at Spencer and tried to imagine what it was like inside of his mind. He could never forget anything and had an understanding of the world beyond his years. He was a beautiful little boy and it broke her heart when she thought about all the pain he had gone through because of William and the pain he may still go through mentally because of his father. She held his hand a little tighter and vowed to give him a wonderful day out. One that would be full of good memories.

Rossi and Emily had travelled back with Diana using the jet. It wasn't protocol to use the jet in such a way but Rossi had called in a few favours. They both looked at Diana as she was settled into her hospital room. Morgan walked into the room after the nurses had left and saw Diana for the first time since the hospital when she had said goodbye to her son. The bruises covering her body and face still looked viscous and vivid. Bandages covered her too along with a cast around her leg and another cast on her arm. "That son of a bitch."

"He's going to pay," Emily said. "She's doing much better now. They don't know when she'll wake up but the swelling to her brain is gone and they expect a full recovery. All I can say is that she's one hell of a fighter. How's Spencer?"

"Garcia is spending the day with him," Morgan answered. "He's had two nightmares in the last few days. My mom is usually able to calm him down. He loves his Grammy. I actually had a message from her before I came in here. Spencer wants to see his mother. He found out by listening to a conversation I was having with my mother."

"Morgan, that's not a good idea. No child should see their mother like this."

"I know but Garcia said that Spencer is adamant about seeing her and that we need to talk about a few things. I'll talk to him tomorrow and make a decision. He's been doing well. My mom is turning him into a master baker," Morgan said before looking to Rossi. "How you holding up, Rossi?"

"I don't think I'll ever forget what happened but at least William and the bastard who helped him will pay for what they did. Kelly's last words were a warning that William was coming after Spencer. She was a good woman."

"She was," Morgan nodded. "Rossi, come by the house later."

"Why?" Rossi questioned.

"Come and spend some time with Spencer. I think you need to see how much better he is doing."

Late Afternoon

Garcia walked into Morgan's house to find Rossi, Emily, Fran and Morgan all talking in the living room. She placed down her bags. "Hey, you're back."

"Where's Spencer?" Fran frowned.

Before anyone could speak, a large teddy appeared at the entrance to the living room with two small hands holding it up. Spencer became visible when the bear was placed down. Fran let out a small gentle laugh at the face paint on Spencer's face. "Hello, my little tiger."

Spencer rushed to Fran and was happy when she lifted him onto her lap. "Rawr!" Spencer playfully roared. Everyone in the room let out a small playful laugh. Rossi could see the energy and happiness in the boy's eyes.

"Did you have a good day?" Morgan asked.

"We went to the fair and Garcia let me go on so many rides and then we went to the book store where we got some new books. I've got my own copy of Empty planet now."

"Empty planet?" Emily said with a puzzled expression.

"It's hard to explain but it's way ahead of what I was reading at six. Spencer was a very good boy today and even behaved when his sugar rush kicked in."

"Cotton candy is tasty," Spencer giggled.

"Spencer, Rossi and Emily brought your mommy to Virginia today. They've been looking after her while she was in Las Vegas," Morgan spoke.

Before Morgan could say anything else, Spencer climbed off Fran's lap and walked over to Emily and Rossi. He leaned up on his tip toes and gave Emily a hug. "Thank you for looking after my mommy."

Spencer let go of Emily and walked to Rossi. He tried to get high enough to hug Rossi but couldn't reach. Rossi lifted him up onto his lap. Spencer's small arms wrapped around Rossi. "Thank you for looking after my mommy, Rossi."

Rossi wrapped his arms around Spencer and hugged him close. "Your mommy is going to be okay. I think she heard your message when she was asleep."

"Really?"

"She really did," Emily assured the young boy. "Your mommy loves you and she's strong too."

"I get my strength from her," Spencer sighed as he leaned against Rossi. "She always taught me how to be strong against daddy."

Later that night

Morgan was about to make himself a hot drink when his mother came into the room with a warm look in her eyes. "Derek, I'll do that. Your presence has been requested."

"What are you talking about?"

"Spencer would like you to read him his story tonight."

"He usually wants you to do it," Morgan said.

"Well, he wants you to do it. Get your butt moving, mister."

"Yes, Mom," Morgan chuckled before giving her a one armed hug. He travelled up the stairs and into Spencer's room. "Hey, kiddo. Grammy said that you wanted me to read to you tonight."

"Yeah," Spencer nodded before holding up Empty Planet. "Can you read this to me? I've read it before but no-one has ever read it aloud to me. Please."

Morgan took the book from Spencer's hand and sat on the bed. He leaned against the headboard and rested his feet up on the soft covers. Spencer leaned against him and Morgan put his arm around him. "Let's get started."

"Morgan, can I ask you something?" Spencer spoke timidly.

"Of course you can."

Spencer looked up at Morgan. "Can I call you Papa?"

Morgan was taken back by Spencer's words. "Why do you want to call me Papa?"

"My daddy is a bad person and he never took care of me. You've always protected me and I love Grammy and you. You're the Papa that I've always wanted. I'm sorry I asked. I can see I've made you uncomfortable."

"Hey, no, don't think that," Morgan assured him. "Spencer, you can call me Papa."

"Thank you, Papa!" Spencer squealed with joy before hugging Morgan's chest.

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