Hey, everyone. Here is the next chapter for you all. Again, sorry for the wait but as I've said before, I can't always promise when my updates will be. I haven't had the best few last weeks but I'm hoping to get my writing groove back soon. Here is another update for you all and I want you all to look out for a lot of updates tonight. The only ones not being updated tonight are Give me what I want, Saving Blood and Dreamwalker but they will be updated by the end of the week as I have a nice weekend to myself. Enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you all.

I also brought two goldfish this week. One is called Reid and the other is called Morgan. Yeah, seems my obsession with Criminal Minds reaches beyond fanfiction.

Thank you so much for being so patient and for being such fantastic readers. Thanks again!

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All mistakes are my own

The next day

Morgan walked through the hospital with Spencer in his arms and wondered if he was doing the right thing. After a talk with his young charge, he had decided to bring Spencer to the hospital to see his mother and to give him some peace of mind about the condition of his mother. They came to Diana's room but Morgan didn't enter immediately. "Spencer, remember, she's going to have a lot of bruises and wires connected to her. She's okay though. She'll wake up when she's ready to."

"I know," Spencer nodded. "I just want to see her."

Morgan shifted Reid into one arm and opened the door. He walked in slowly and kept his eyes trained on the young boy's face. Spencer's eyes grew big and sad as he looked at his mother. Walking to the bed, he settled Spencer on the edge. Spencer reached out and touched his mother's face. "Hi, Mommy. I'm here. Papa Morgan is taking really good care of me."

Spencer shuffled further up the bed without disturbing any of the wires and stroked his small hand through her hair as his eyes began to tear up. "I'm sorry that Daddy hurt you looking for me."

Morgan stepped forward. "Spencer, this isn't your fault. Remember what we talked about. Your daddy is a bad man."

"I know," he nodded before returning to stroking his hand through Diana's hair. "I wish she would wake up."

"In time," Morgan soothed. "She's letting herself heal while dreaming about you. We can come and see her every day when she wakes up, I promise. Shall I leave the presents you got her?"

"Yes, please," Spencer smiled before turning to his mother. "Mommy, I brought you lots of presents."

Morgan brought the backpack he had brought off his shoulder and began to place items on the bedside table. Garcia had already been to the hospital with flowers. At least four bouquets of bright and colourful flowers adorned the bedside tables next to the bed. The first item was a book of poetry that Spencer had brought when was with Garcia when they had visited the book store. The next was a notebook full of Bob Dylan songs that Spencer had written down himself from memory. The second from last item was a teddy bear with 'BEST MUMMY' on it. The last was a picture of Spencer taken on his day out with Garcia that had been framed. Morgan positioned it so the first thing Diana would see when she turned her head would be a picture of her son.

Spencer trailed his hand gently over the dark bruises around his mother's eyes. His chin wobbled and he could stop the first rush of tears that came down his face. "I love you, mommy."

Reaching out for Morgan, Spencer let out a sob as he was picked up and held against Morgan's chest. "Hey, shhh, it's okay. Spencer, it's okay to let it out."

"I wish I could hear her say I love you back," Spencer cried into Morgan's shoulder.

"She loves you even if she can't say it. You know that. Let's go home. Say goodbye to Mommy."

Morgan walked to the top of the bed and lowered Spencer enough so that he could kiss Diana's forehead. "Bye, Mommy. I love you. Please wake up soon."

Fran walked into the house to see Spencer asleep on the couch with her son staring intently at him from the other couch. "How did the hospital visit go?"

"Better than I thought it would," Morgan sighed. "He really misses her. He got a little upset but he's seen her now and he knows she's okay."

Fran recognised the look in her son's eyes. It was the same look she had in her eyes when she was with Spencer. "You don't want to lose him, do you?"

"Mom, I'm just his guardian till social services decide what will happen."

Fran sat next to him and held his hand. "I know that look. It's the look I have all the time when I'm taking care of Spencer. You love him and you don't want to lose him."

"He calls me Papa Morgan," Morgan smiled as he looked back to Spencer. "I know he hasn't been with us long but I care about him and I'm worried about what will happen if he was to go back to Vegas with his mother. Diana loves her son more than anything in the whole world and she almost died keeping him safe. She's also mentally ill and William hasn't left them with much. I've seen his bank account and he spent most of his money on alcohol and at bars. We haven't been able to track down any other accounts he might have. My point is that I'm afraid if Spencer was to go back to Vegas and live with his mother, then he might not have a good life. At least, not a life where he is supported and able to fully experience his genius intellect."

"I have the same worries," Fran said as she squeezed his hand.

"I don't want to tear a family apart and I won't. Mom, my feelings don't matter in all of this. Social services will have final say on what happens and I'll have to accept that decision."

"You shouldn't accept it without a fight. There are other ways, I'm sure, that Spencer could still be around his mother but still be with you. He loves you too. He loves his Papa Morgan."

Night

"Spencer, where are you? Come out, you little shit!"

Spencer shivered and let the tear slide town his cheek as he hid from his father's rage. He had just turned six. He could hear his mother screaming inside her room and put his hand over his mouth to muffle a sob. The small cupboard door opened a few minutes later and he let out a small scream as his father's hand clapped around his wrist and yanked him out. "Please, daddy. Please don't hurt me."

A brutal slap came across his face causing him to cry more. "You should face your punishment like a man."

"I d-didn't do anything, D-Daddy," he coughed.

"You were born!"

"William," he heard his mother screaming from upstairs. "William, don't hurt him. I'll do anything. Just don't hurt him!"

Spencer yelped and crashed into the floor as his father delivered a brutal punch to his face. He cried louder as his father towered above him.

"William, stop!" Diana yelled frantically as she banged against the door. "Please, stop!"

William grabbed a bottle of whiskey with one hand and stepped over Spencer's curled up and shivering body. "It's a good thing your mother loves you. I could never love a weak pathetic son like you."

Spencer woke up in his bed and let out a sob into his pillow. The dull light from his night light provided a small amount of instant relief. Climbing out of bed, he grabbed Einstein, opened the door and made his way to Morgan's room. He climbed onto the bed and curled himself under his arms.

"Spencer," Morgan groggily slurred as he woke up and turned on the light. He sat up in bed and brought Spencer up to sit next to him. "Hey, did you have a nightmare?"

"He hurt Mommy but not in the same way," Spencer said shakily.

"What do you mean?" Morgan questioned.

"He was hurting me and Mommy was in locked in her room and she was yelling and pleading for him to stop hurting me. He said it was a good job that my mother loved me because he never could. He slammed the bedroom door and I heard him hurting her. I know what he would do to her sometimes. I always found her crying in bed."

"Oh, Spencer," Morgan said as he processed the fact Spencer had known the true extent of William's abuse on Diana. The team had suspected that William had forced Diana into sex but now Spencer had confirmed it. "Come here."

Spencer rushed into Morgan's arms and felt safe as they wrapped around him. Morgan held Spencer close and kissed the top of his head. "Nothing will ever happen to your mother or you again. I promise."

Hotch knocked on Morgan's door and waited for an answer. It had been a long day but he wanted to check on him to make sure everything was going well with Spencer's care. Morgan answered the door with a paint smock on which covered his chest and legs. It was already splattered with paint. "Hey, Hotch."

"What are you doing covered in paint?" Hotch asked with a small chuckle.

"Come through and see," Morgan invited as he let Hotch step into the house. "Wait, Hotch. I need to quickly talk to you about something Spencer said."

"What is it?"

"Spencer had a nightmare about his father beating him except William stopped in the nightmare because Diana was pleading from the upstairs bedroom she had been locked in. Hotch, Spencer knows that William raped Diana. He understands what happened to her. He heard it happening and he would go and comfort her when he would find her crying in bed."

"We suspected that he was forcing her into sex," Hotch said with frustration. "That son of a bitch. Morgan, Spencer needs to go to counselling. This is something that he shouldn't understand."

"I know, Hotch. I'm looking into counsellors but I want to make sure he gets the very best. We can talk about this later. We're giving Spencer a fun day today after his nightmare. Come and see."

Hotch followed Morgan through the house and into the garden. Spencer squealed with delight as he flicked a paint brush and watched the paint hit the incredibly large canvas that was set up. Fran flicked her own brush as they continued to have fun doing art.

"Spencer, Hotch is here to see you," Morgan called causing Spencer to look up and blink from behind his goggles.

"Hello, Hotch," Spencer waved his hand causing paint to splatter the grass and Fran. Spencer giggled as Fran flicked paint on his plastic paint smock.

"Grammy," Spencer giggled before he flicked the canvas again.

"Want to join in?" Morgan offered. "I've got a plastic smock that will cover your whole suit."

Spencer picked up a brush and brought it over to Hotch. "The more the merrier."

Hotch picked up the paint brush and nodded. "I'd love to join in."

"Yay," Spencer jumped up and down. "You can be blue."

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