Hey, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you all enjoy it and again, I apologize for the delay in posting this chapter. I'm not sure how many chapters are left on this but I might start to wind this down. I also hope that this covers more of what you've been asking for. You wanted Spencer to spend more time with the team and I tried to do that in this chapter. Enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you all.

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Sarah and Desiree both couldn't stop staring at Spencer as he slept peacefully curled up on the couch with a blanket over him. "Look at the adorable way he sleeps with his mouth open," Sarah smiled gently. "I guess we tired him out with his new toys."

"He really took to you both," Fran said. "I think he might even be ready to go to school soon."

"That's a big step, Mom," Morgan spoke up.

"I know, Derek, and I'm not going to push him into anything he isn't ready or comfortable doing. He's doing so well in his studies. He's going to be in college well before he turns eighteen."

"For now, as long as he is happy with the level of work that he's doing, I'm happy," Morgan smiled. "I better carry him up to his bed."

Sarah leaned down and kissed Spencer's forehead. "Goodnight, Spencer."

Desiree followed with a kiss to Spencer's forehead too. "Goodnight, little bear."

"Little bear?" Morgan quirked his eyebrow.

"An aunty can have a nickname for her nephew," Desiree shrugged before stepping aside so Morgan could bring Spencer into his arms. Spencer's head came to rest on Morgan's shoulder and barely stirred at the movement. Morgan made his way upstairs and into Spencer's room where he proceeded to lay Spencer down in the bed.

"Papa," Spencer whispered as the sandman's spell kept a gentle hold over him.

"Hey, it's me," Morgan spoke gently. "You go to sleep now. You can barely keep your eyes open thanks to your aunties."

Spencer closed his eyes as Morgan placed Einstein in his arms. Sleep took hold of the young boy quickly and Morgan couldn't help the warm feeling that came through his heart at the sight of Spencer sleeping peacefully. "Sweet dreams, son."

One week later

Rossi opened the door and smiled at the sight of Morgan and Spencer. "Hey, come in."

"Thanks for doing this, Rossi," Morgan said as he walked in with Spencer at his side. "I know it's your week off but work is hectic and my mom has to go to the doctor today. It's just something routine."

"I'm more than happy to take care of Spencer."

Morgan and Rossi looked down as Spencer let out a small gasp. They noticed that he was staring past Rossi at the table with a chessboard on it. "Go ahead, Spencer. Do you play?" Rossi asked as Spencer let go of Morgan's hand and walked over to the table. He climbed onto the chair and let his hand hover over the chess pieces as he began to speak.

"There was a group of old people who used to play chess at the park. When I wasn't allowed in the house, I would go there sometimes and they would play against me. I usually won. There was an old man though that I could never beat but he told me to never stop trying. They were really kind."

"How long have you been able to play chess?" Rossi questioned with curiosity as he stood by the table.

"Since I was three," Spencer answered. "I love chess."

"I happen to know that Rossi here is quite the opponent," Morgan grinned. "I guess I know what you two are going to be doing today."

"Can we play, Rossi?" Spencer bit his lip with excitement as he looked at the board.

"You bet, kiddo."

An hour later

Rossi stared at Spencer in awe at the young man's ability. "I can't believe you just beat me."

"You're not angry, are you?" Spencer spoke worryingly.

"No, absolutely not, I'm just amazed. You are a very worthy opponent. Would you like a rematch? I bet I can beat you this time and then after I have something to show you."

"Okay," Spencer nodded.

Rossi pushed open the door to his own personal library and watched Spencer's eyes widen with delight. Spencer stepped into the room and looked at the shelves with eager anticipation. "You have the coolest house, Rossi."

A small chuckle escaped from Rossi. "My library has never quite been described that way before. I thought you would like it here. I'm actually a published author myself. I write books about what I do. When you are older, you can read them. Do you want to read something now? I need a make a call and I know how much you love your books."

"I'd love to read a book," Reid said eagerly. "I'll be careful, I promise."

"Go ahead and pick," Rossi smiled as he waved his hand to all the shelves. Spencer looked around at all the books and reached out to touch a hardcover book. Rossi brought the book out for him and was surprised at the young boy's choice. "You want to read Stephen King's The Shining."

"Yes, please."

"There is some grown up stuff in here," Rossi frowned.

"I've read novels by the author before and I'm not worried about the grown up content. I read some books at Miss Poe's library that she didn't know I knew about. I had a Stephen King book which I hid from daddy. Please, Rossi, I can handle it. I know I'm only six but I don't feel six," Spencer sighed as he closed his eyes for a moment.

"Hey, you can talk to me," Rossi urged gently as he knelt and put his hand on Spencer's arm.

"Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to be normal and not know so much about the world. I like playing chess, reading books above my age and I like doing my school work too. There is another part of me. A part that just wants to play in the park, be normal and be a child."

Rossi put his hand on Spencer's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You are an extraordinary child, there is no denying that but you are also normal. Don't think you aren't normal just because of that wonderful brain of yours. Only others can label you. You are whatever you want to be."

"What if I want to try to be both but a balanced kind of both?"

"Then try and succeed. You can enjoy being a child and still let your mind grow. No-one is going to force you to choose now. What your father did to you and your mother forced you to grow up but he's not here anymore. You don't have to grow up faster than you need to."

Spencer stepped forward and wrapped his arms as far as he could around Rossi. "Thank you, Rossi."

Rossi put the book down and put his arms around him. He felt Spencer lean into his chest and knew that Spencer was always going to be family. "I'm always here for you, Spencer."

A few days later

JJ and Garcia laughed as they prepared the picnic they had brought out with them. JJ looked as she heard Henry let out small scream from the park where Henry and Spencer were playing. Both women dropped what they were doing and rushed over to find Spencer getting back to his feet with his scrapes and blood on his hands and knees.

"I'm okay," Spencer sniffed.

"He fell so hard," Henry began to cry. "I'm sorry, mommy. I wanted to race."

Garcia swooped Spencer up into her arms and winced at the sight of the scrapes. "I've got an emergency kit for just this. Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

"Don't worry, Auntie Garcia, I've had worse," Spencer shrugged as she settled him on the blanket and brought out a small green first aid kit from her bag. Henry was being comforted by JJ away from them and Garcia knew that Henry most likely blamed himself for Spencer getting hurt because he had suggested racing. Henry was a caring young boy and he had grown to see Spencer as his best friend.

"You scraped your skin quite badly," Garcia frowned as she soaked a cotton wool pad with antiseptic and began to dab it over Spencer's knees. "Don't worry, I'll make it all better and then we can eat."

Henry came over and knelt next to Spencer. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," Spencer assured him with a gentle smile. "It wasn't your fault, Henry, and I like when we race each other. Let's just do it on the grass next time."

Henry leaned down and gave Spencer a hug. "I'm glad you're okay."

The next day

Emily looked up from her last piece of paper work as she sensed she was being watched. She turned around and smiled when she saw Spencer standing there. "Spencer, what are you doing here?"

"Papa forgot something so we had to come back while on the way to meet Grammy for dinner. Hotch is talking with him. You read Kurt Vonnegut?" Spencer said as he pointed to the weathered book on Emily's desk.

"You like his books?" Emily said.

"Rossi had some in his library and I could reach them. He doesn't know I read them."

"It'll be our little secret," Emily winked before letting out a small chuckle.

"There you are," Morgan sighed as he walked up the desk and ruffled Spencer's hair. "Hey, Emily. Want to join us for dinner?"

"We're having Italian," Spencer grinned. "Si prega di venire a cena."

"Since when do you know Italian," Morgan said in surprise.

Rossi clapped his hands in applause at Spencer as he walked over. He brought him up into his arms. "Bravo, Spencer," he smiled before turning to the others. "Spencer è il mio studente."

"Italian from the Italian himself," Emily giggled. "Morgan, I'd love to come to dinner."

"How about you Rossi?" Morgan offered.

"Dinner sound great," Rossi accepted.

A few days later

"Come in," Rossi called as a knock came at his office door. Morgan walked into the room with a small wrapped box in his hand. "What can I do for you, Morgan?"

"I've got a present from Spencer," Morgan said as he held up the box wrapped with brown paper. "He's really grown attached to you. Here."

Rossi took the small box and unwrapped it to find a classic car model painted and in a plastic case to keep it safe. He looked at the car closely and let the corner of his mouth turn into a smile. "Did he make this?"

"He did," Morgan nodded. "He made and painted it himself. He noticed you looking at the model in one of your books when he was at your house. The detail on it is amazing and he worked really hard on it. I got the case so it would stay safe. Do you like it?"

"I love it," Rossi grinned like a Cheshire cat. "That boy never stops amazing me."

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Translations - Si prega di venire a cena - Please come to dinner.

Spencer è il mio studente - Spencer is my student

Translations are from google translate