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So in this chapter, you should prepare yourself for some fluff because the team is going SHOPPING! And Emily and JJ are let loose in the toddler aisle...let's just say they're about to go overboard!

Previously:

"It's okay, sweetie," she cooed, gently rocking the trembling boy. She barely noticed the fact he was wearing a huge shirt and big odd socks that didn't fit his tiny feet.

Jarvis laughed and they all turned to him, their faces contorted in rage.

"Where is Dr. Reid?" Rossi demanded.

The toddler pulled his head from JJ's shirt.

"I'm hewe."

"Excuse me?" Hotch gaped at the small boy, who was haphazardly wiping his tears away.

"He gave me some-fing and then I wote up lite dis," the toddler explained, using his arms to back up his story which the team recognised as a Reid trait. Dr Jarvis thrashed angrily, but Morgan twisted his cuffs so the metal pinched into the doctors pink flesh. Jarvis yelped like an injured animal, but Morgan didn't hold back.

"He's a failure! Failures are destroyed!" Jarvis spat. Spencer's eyes widened and he hid his face in the crook of JJ's neck. Morgan thrust a knee into Jarvis' back, shutting the older man up.

"Don't let him s'oot me...l-lite the othews," Spencer whimpered, clinging desperately to JJ.

"We won't, we won't. He's going to prison."

"And child killers don't fare well there," snarled Rossi, flicking his head to motion Morgan to escort the doctor out.

"You can't keep a failure!" Jarvis yelled as Morgan struggled to push him through the door.

"Spence? Are you hurt?"

Spencer shook his head but kept himself pressed against JJ, not caring how childish he seemed.

"We should take him to the hospital," Hotch muttered.

"What and have them experiment on him there? If they catch wind of this...this situation, Spencer will be used as a guinea pig," Rossi folded his arms and stood firmly beside the door. Spencer whimpered when he heard this.

"This isn't possible," Emily hissed, staring at the small boy, who lifted his head. "How do we know it's really Spencer?"

"An ost-ost-wiche's eye is twice the size of its bwain becau-" the boy started but Emily waved her hands in surrender, suppressing a chuckle.

"Okay, you are Spencer...but this is still crazy!"

"We need to take him to the hospital, just to check him over. I'll pretend he's my son," Hotch compromised and Rossi eased up a little. Spencer started to shake his head but Hotch gave him a firm look.

"We need to make sure you're okay."

"Fine."

They got to their SUV's and JJ pulled a seatbelt around her and Spencer who sat in her lap. A contented silence filled the vehicle. JJ couldn't help but smile when Spencer peeked out of the window and gaped at the scenes passing by. Clearly he was more of a child than he cared to admit.

"Spence, did he hurt you?" JJ asked the small boy, who glanced up nervously.

"Not weally...he gave me an in-in-injec-injec...a needle and it huwt but I passed out," Spencer mumbled, wincing at the memory of the pain he'd endured, when it had felt like every bone in his body was twisting and breaking.

"How did it hurt?"

"It felt lite my bones wewe bweaking," JJ felt the boy shiver and rubbed his back gently. "I'm fine now."

"We just need to find the antidote," Rossi said from the back and Spencer nodded but another shiver ran down his spine at the thought of how bad the antidote would be considering the pain of the first injection.

Hotch pulled up at the hospital car park and turned to his 3 agents.

"Right, here's what's going to happen. JJ and I are going to pretend to be Reid's parents," Spencer whined a little, muttering that he was '26'. "Rossi, you're going to have to be a concerned grandfather," Rossi nodded compliantly.

"Does that mean-"

"Yes, Spencer, you can't call us Hotch, JJ or Rossi-," he was interrupted by a long moan.

"Look, Kiddo, sooner we get this done the sooner we can quiz Jarvis and the sooner you can be back to normal," Rossi said. Spencer looked from him to Hotch and with a pout, he nodded. Hotch opened his door and went to open JJ's. He took the toddler from her and Spencer squirmed in frustration.

"I tan walk!" He cried.

"And how's it going to look if a 'traumatised' toddler who's just been kidnapped walks into the E.R.? You don't even look old enough to speak let alone walk," Hotch tightened his grip on Reid and he stopped fussing, but his brow bunched together and he folded his little arms angrily. Hotch rolled his eyes and made his way to the door with JJ and Rossi at his side. He was conscious that Reid looked a little strange in his much too big shirt and his one red stripy sock (the green one had fallen off in the SUV. ) Hotch wrapped the shirt around the toddler so he was completely covered as he hurried to the front desk.

"Excuse me? I need a doctor to see my son. He was taken and I need to make sure he's okay," Hotch said, putting on a worried expression. The receptionist jumped to attention.

"Taken?" She squeaked.

"It's a long story, but he's a little shaken and we wanted the all-clear before we take him home."

"Of course, of course, um...oh, right, sorry," she pulled out a clipboard which JJ took. "If you could fill that in and I'll alert a doctor immediately. What's your son's name?"

"'Pencer Wei-"

"Spencer Hotchner," Hotch stroked Spencer's hair and smiled at the receptionist. "Sorry, he gets confused." The receptionist gave them a genuine smile and she reached out and palmed Spencer's face.

"It's no problem. I'll get a doctor to check him out immediately." The receptionist watched as the small family went to sit down and noticed the large shirt the small boy was wearing as his father sat him on his lap. She called for a doctor and then asked a nurse if she could find some clothes for a child.

"I'm fine," Spencer insisted. He kicked his legs in the air with frustration and cringed when his heals hit Hotch's shins, but the older man didn't seem to notice.

"You have no idea what that guy gave you, Spence. We can't be too sure," JJ patted his tiny knee and he crossed his arms and started sulking again.

"Hotchner?" They looked up to see a woman with gray hair reading from a clipboard. She looked up and smiled. "Is this Spencer?" She asked kneeling in front of the toddler who shrunk back.

"I take that as a yes," she smiled looking up at the parents who were also watching Spencer with a smile. "Follow me, folks, we'll get you checked out and on your way home in no time."

"Thank you," JJ sighed, nudging Rossi from his seat and following the doctor to a children's room.

"You can sit with him on your lap if he's nervous," she offered, motioning to the bed. She pulled a tray with random instruments towards them and Spencer turned his face and hid in Hotch's shirt, visibly shaking.

"Oh no, Spencer, don't be scared, look they don't hurt," Spencer turned his head slightly and saw her holding an ear thermometer. He knew rationally that it wouldn't hurt, but the tray had sparked memories. He pointed to it and shook his head clutching Hotch who instinctively rubbed his back to calm him.

Rossi recalled the medical instruments they'd seen in Jarvis' lab and stood in front of the tray.

"He doesn't like the tray," Rossi explained to the confused doctor.

"Oh, I see," she pushed the tray from Spencer's view and rolled her chair closer to him, smiling so that he didn't feel threatened by her presence.

"How old is he?" The doctor asked Hotch.

"2 as of last month," Hotch said without hesitation.

"Wow! That's old," she gasped making her face as animated as she could in front of Spencer so he'd feel safe. "Can he talk?" She asked. Hotch nodded.

"What did you get for your birthday, Spencer?" She asked as she tested his temperature. Spencer barely noticed as he thought of what he had got.

"Books," he said after a moment of thinking.

"Is that all? What did Mummy and Daddy get you?" She asked moving onto the blood pressure pump and strapping it to Spencer's arm.

"Uh..." Spencer bit his gum as he thought, but luckily JJ came to his rescue.

"We went to the zoo, didn't we, Spence?" She grinned.

"Uh-huh!" The doctor recorded some results before placing the stethoscope on Spencer's chest.

"Breath in, honey." Spencer did as he was told. "And out. That's great. Okay, so tell me what you saw at the zoo?"

"Um... we saw kangawoos, an giwaffes an...an a el-elefant," he said, putting on a big smile to try and convince the doctor of the lie.

After a few more questions and tests the doctor finally stood back up and Spencer sighed quietly in relief.

"He's perfectly fit physically, a little underweight for his age, but that's easily fixed. I'm not so sure about his emotional state. I've dealt with cases like this before and typically the children are more withdrawn, but Spencer is much younger than the children I've worked with, so you might want to consider therapy." She bent down and revealed a bundle of pyjamas, handing them to Hotch. "Also, the receptionist said you may need some new clothes, will these do for now?"

"They're great, thank you," Hotch took the light blue pyjamas gratefully.

"Just drop these papers off with your signature at the front desk and you're good to go." She left the agents by themselves and Spencer wriggled off Hotch's lap.

"I'll go drop these off with Rossi, can you help him change?" Hotch asked JJ.

"Yea, we'll meet you out front in 10 minutes." Hotch gave her cheek a quick peck before leading Rossi from the room.

"I tan do it by myself!" Spencer called after them. JJ found a pull up in the bundle of clothes and sighed.

"I'm not weawing those," Spencer insisted, backing away from JJ after having caught sight of the pull-up.

"Spence, they don't have anything else for your age group-"

"I'm 26!"

"No, you're 2." Spencer paused in his protest.

"Attualy, I'm twenty won months," he mumbled and JJ smirked.

"I thought you were 26? You just can't help but correct us, can you? Now get these on."

"I'm not putting dem on! I-I'd wathew weaw nofing," he raised his head and folded his arms.

"Oh really? You'd rather walk about in nothing?" Spencer nodded, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.

"Ha ha, get them on you little nudist or I'll tell Morgan that you like to go commando," JJ laughed and Spencer's eyes widened in fear.

"No!" He cried, ripping the pull up and the pyjamas from her hands. "Tuwn awound den! I don't want you to see!" He squealed, pushing her away.

"You haven't got anything I haven't seen before, Spence. Remember that I do have a 4 year old son, and Jack has run through the house naked more than once," JJ rolled her eyes but turned around. She heard Reid grunting and caught a glimpse of his sock and shirt flying across the room. She waited a minute before saying something.

"You done?"

"No! Don't loot!" He cried. After several more frustrated noises, JJ turned and saw that he'd put the pyjamas on backward and didn't understand why his head wouldn't fit into the armholes.

"Here, let me," she insisted, pulling the blue onesie off and readjusting it, still ignoring the small boy's protests. She finally zipped it up and stood him up on the bed to straighten out the creases. Spencer caught sight of himself and gasped.

"They have feet, JJ!" He groaned, looking up and giving her a pout which was becoming a familiar sight to her.

"Chill out, Spence. We'll go shopping so it's only temporary. Would you rather wear that shirt?" He shook his head in defeat and huffed outwardly.

"Come on, let's get back," she lifted him into her arms despite his arguing that he was completely capable of walking. "I'd like to get back soon. Sorry, Spence, but you'll slow us down."

Hotch had to hold back his grin when he saw Spencer in JJ's arms decked out in footie pyjamas.

"Look at you!" Laughed Rossi, proving he had no self-restraint. Spencer's cheeks burnt red and he hid his face in JJ's shirt. Hotch's phone started to ring.

"Morgan, you're on speaker."

"Well, there's not much to tell you guys. Jarvis is refusing to speak and the PD is like a house of zombies, no-one is thinking straight."

Hotch glanced at his watch and grimaced when it read 9.35pm.

"It's late. We can question him tomorrow. Are you and Prentiss still at the department?"

"Yea, we were just filling out some paperwork."

"We'll meet you at the Walmart closest to the PD. Reid needs some...temporary clothes. We'll go back to the hotel after." Spencer lifted his head and looked at Hotch curiously. He then looked down at his onesie and felt a wave of gratitude for his boss.

"Okay. Is Pretty Boy alright?"

"I alweady told you; I'm fine," Spencer called out in a small voice.

"I can practically hear you rolling your eyes, kid, just for that I'm pushing the cart and you're sitting in it."

Spencer sat in the trolley cart seat for small children with his tiny arms folded and a sulky pout on his face. Morgan pushed the cart with a smirk as he followed the others. Emily circled back and pinched Spencer's cheek gently.

"Cheer up, handsome," she teased as he pushed her hand away and scowled at her. Unfortunately, the glare just made him look cuter.

"This is degwading!" He cried, throwing his arms up in exasperation.

"1-year-olds don't know those words," Morgan Hissed.

"I'm not won!" Spencer snapped.

"Fine; one and nine months," Morgan smirked at Spencer's shocked face, having been absent when JJ told Morgan about Spencer's tiny tantrum. He quickly went back to sulking, turning his head from them and swinging his blue-clad legs out stormily.

"We should split up to make this quicker. Emily and JJ, you guys can take clothes, but only a few outfits," Hotch warned when the girls squealed with delight and Spencer groaned. "I'll find some pyjamas and more practical things. Rossi you-"

"Don't worry about me, Aaron. I have my own personal errands," Rossi winked, departing from the group and heading for the alcohol aisle.

Hotch sighed and turned to Morgan.

"You're on babysitting duty," Hotch ordered and Spencer began arguing with a whine of "I'm not a baby", but Hotch gave him a look that quietened his protests.

"Fine. We'll meet you back here in 10 minutes," Morgan glanced at the girls who were attacking the clothing racks. "Maybe 20," he added.

JJ and Emily scoured the toddler aisle, even Emily who wasn't that big a fan of kids cooed at the cute outfits.

"This!" JJ Cried pulling down a small bow tie and Emily grinned and nodded.

"We need to find a miniature Reid outfit," Emily insisted, looking around for a shirt and blazer.

"How about this," JJ held up a tiny pale blue shirt with small airplanes covering it. Emily nodded enthusiastically rummaging for Spencer's size.

"What would he be? He looks way too small for most of these."

"He's 21 months so try the 18-24 months," Emily pulled out the size and frowned, it still looked too big for Spencer. JJ got a 12-18 months shirt and gave it to Emily.

"Go find Morgan and test if they fit Spence," JJ instructed.

Hotch strolled through the rails and rolled his eyes when he heard the chatter from behind him where JJ and Emily were judging outfits on their cuteness.

Hotch looked over the pyjamas his eyes catching the bright colourful ones with cartoons on the front. He felt the urge to get the ones with Spiderman on, or worse; the footie pyjamas. He sighed and scanned the plain nightwear. He picked up a pair of button down, green, checkered pyjamas. He then saw a pair of pale purple pyjamas with a dark purple monster on the front. The monster was soft and fluffy and stood out against the pale purple top. The bottoms were also dark purple. Hotch looked from one pair to the other, biting his lip as he decided which to get.

Morgan pushed the cart down an aisle filled with toys and waited for Spencer to stop pouting.

"Come on, Pretty Boy, I'll get you something from here."

"I don't want any-fing!" Spencer grunted, not even acknowledging the toys. An older woman walked by gazing at the small boy curiously.

"Is he yours?" She asked, looking up at Morgan and back down at Spencer who shyed away.

"Oh no..h-He's..Uh... he's my friends; they left me in charge of him," Morgan smirked, sharing a knowing look with the woman.

"Oh, I see. He's quite handsome. How old is he?" She asked and Spencer's cheeks reddened.

"Just turned 21 months."

"Really? He doesn't look that old," the older woman gasped and Spencer grew more embarrassed. He knew he couldn't argue so he did the only thing he could think of; he whined.

"Sorry, I think he's tired," Morgan apologised, ruffling Spencer's hair and evoking a louder whine.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, I shouldn't keep you," she started to hurry away but turned back quickly. "Cherish your time with him, they grow up so fast," she added.

"Hear that, Pretty Boy? She said we should 'cherish' this." Spencer didn't reply and whined again. "What happened to 'I'm not a baby'?" laughed Morgan, pushing the cart further down the aisle.

"Shut up."

"Watch your little mouth," Morgan retorted. Just then Emily sprinted down the aisle with two shirts in her hands.

"Oh, what now?" Spencer grumbled. Emily didn't reply and simply put the shirts up against him.

"Thanks," She grinned, rushing back down the aisle.

Emily skidded back up to JJ, who had a small pile of clothes over her arm.

"Aw, wait for me! Okay, so these are a little small, he'd fit but I think he'd be comfier in these while he's dinky," Emily peered at the small pile and laughed.

"JJ, you can't get him that waistcoat, he'll look like he's going to a wedding!"

"He likes this sort of stuff. Oh, and look how cute this is!" She showed Emily a blue flannel shirt that came with a navy top which had an orange dinosaur on the front.

"Fine, that's cute, but I get to pick the next thing," JJ stuck her bottom lip out but didn't argue.

"He needs some pants," JJ mumbled picking up a pair of jeans and slinging them over her arm.

"Hey! What happened to me picking the next ones!" JJ shrugged with a smirk on her face. Emily hastened ahead of JJ and grabbed a pair of shorts.

JJ readjusted her hold on the clothes, she looked up and her eyes caught a fluffy rabbit hanging from a railing, along with 3 others. The rabbit had a brown body and caramel ears which were soft and unstuffed so children could rub it on their face or carry them around.

"Really? He's not going to want that, JJ," Emily sighed, turning her back on the rabbit and looking for a temporary pair of shoes. JJ turned away from the rabbits, but then, against her better judgment, she yanked one off its clip and hid it in the clothes pile.

"Can I have a loot peas'?" Spencer asked, bouncing around in the cart wanting a better look of the books.

"Okay, but don't run off anywhere," Morgan warned as he easily lifted Spencer out of the cart and set him on his feet. Spencer took a wobbly step so Morgan held his hand and gently guided him to the bookshelf. Spencer was so absorbed by the book covers that he didn't notice Morgan's intervention. He scanned the titles his face lighting up with a grin when he caught sight of a colourful book. His adult mind wanted to look at the plain books in boring colours, but his new child senses were irrefutably drawn to the bright colours. Spencer hopped up trying to reach it, but it was 3 shelves taller than him.

Morgan watched as the toddler tiptoed to touch the first shelf of books, his eyes caught a book above him and he jumped up to get him, despite the fact that he was half the size of the shelf he wanted.

"Which one, buddy?" He asked, stepping closer. A young woman walked by and smiled at the two agents.

"Dat won, peas'," Spencer asked politely, pointing to the book in question. Morgan took it down and frowned. It was not a typical 'Reid' book. This one had pictures both on the inside and outside and was only 20 pages long. Morgan opened the book and read the first line to himself.

"The monsters danced around the sunflower. They danced until the sun went down"

He almost snorted if it had not been for the pleading look on Spencer's face.

"Are you sure?" Morgan asked and Spencer nodded insistently, his fingers itching to trace the pictures. Morgan shrugged and handed the small child the book. The book was big and Spencer could barely hold it steady as he plonked down on the floor, stretching his soft blue legs in front of him and opening it.

Spencer read the first page and scowled at the simplistic language, but there was something so interesting about it, he gazed open-mouthed at the pictures with awe. Morgan watched him curiously. A couple walked by and awed at the toddler who was sat on the floor engrossed in the colourful pictures.

"Loot Mowgan!" Spencer gasped, unable to stop himself; he had to show someone the picture of the monsters helping to weed the garden. Spencer giggled as if it was the funniest thing he'd ever read, and in a way it was.

"Uh...Morgan, what's Spencer doing on the floor?" Morgan whipped around and saw Rossi depositing a bottle of scotch into the cart. He came and stood beside Morgan to watch the kid read.

"What age is that book?" Rossi whispered.

"It came from the 2-3-year-old section." Spencer couldn't hear them, he was slowly turning the pages, his eyes widening when something 'exciting' happened. He finished the book and flicked back to his favourite picture, tracing it with his small index finger. He glanced up and found Rossi and Morgan watching him. He suddenly felt exceedingly embarrassed; he closed the book and tried to return it, but he forgot he was too small.

"Here, I'll help you, kiddo," he felt arms around his waist and he was lifted into the air. He looked at the ground and gasped at how high up he was. He put the book back and Rossi settled him on his hip, much to Spencer's dismay.

"Do you want it?" Rossi asked. Once again Spencer felt their eyes on him and he shook his head in embarrassment.

"Sowwy, I fink the toddlew pawt of my mind lited the colouws and the pictuwes," Reid mumbled.

"Hey, you don't have to be embarrassed. You're under 2 years old; you're supposed to be into that sort of thing," Rossi reassured him. Reid shrugged and pointed back to the seat in the cart. Rossi sighed and sat him back in the cart. Just as Spencer settled back into his seat Hotch walked around the corner with a pair of pyjamas and a small pack of pull-ups that he kept out of Reid's view. He slipped them into the cart before Spencer noticed.

"Why am I not surprised," snorted Hotch when he caught sight of the alcohol in the cart.

Spencer strained his neck to look in the cart, but he couldn't see what Hotch had got so he leaned on the handlebar in defeat, watching the floor go past as Morgan pushed the cart.

"We should probably find Emily and JJ before they buy the whole toddler aisle," snickered Rossi, giving Spencer a wink. The small boy tried to give him a wink back, but found his coordination a little off and ended up giving Rossi a delayed blink. Morgan started pushing again and Spencer's eyes drifted back to the floor, watching it all whizz by. He was disturbed from his trance when he felt the cart shudder slightly as someone threw something in. He lifted his head and looked around catching JJ and Emily's mischievous grins.

"I said a couple. This is like a month's worth," Hotch muttered. JJ rubbed his arm and his frown suddenly fell.

"They were calling to us," insisted Emily. Hotch just rolled his eyes and led them to the checkout.

Spencer continued to rest himself on the handle, too tired to care about what Emily and JJ had got him. He closed his eyes for a second and when he felt unconsciousness tug at him, he pulled them back open.

The middle age women at the checkout began scanning the items and the agents began packing and reloading the cart. She saw the small boy trying to stay awake as he leaned over the handle and she felt her heart melt slightly.

"Is he yours?" She asked JJ, who paused in packing and looked at the almost sleeping toddler.

"Yes, mine and my husband Aaron's," she lied and Hotch gave the check out lady a small wave. The woman scanned the bunny and gently removed the tag.

"You should give him this, he can lean on it," she said handing JJ the bunny. She smiled gratefully and placed it in Spencer's small hand. Spencer jolted a little and squeezed the soft rabbit. Deciding he liked how it felt he brought it to his face and rested on it instead of the handle.

Emily and Morgan sent JJ a smug look knowing she had slipped the rabbit in somehow. It was lucky Spencer was tired out or else he would've kicked up a fuss.

"Thank you," Hotch said, giving the checkout lady a genuine smile.

"You two are some lucky parents. He has to be one of the cutest kids I've seen around here for a long time," she chuckled sending a wink their way. Rossi was the only one to return it.

Hotch opened his wallet but Rossi beat him to it.

"Put that away, son. I'll get this," Rossi insisted. Hotch stood back a little stunned...did he just call me son?

"I bet you're a great grandad," the checkout lady exulted. Rossi nodded as he put his pin in.

Spencer rubbed the soft bunny on his face and his thumb drifted to his mouth. He felt himself falling asleep again, but he didn't mind this time.

"You didn't have to get that, Dave."

"I have plenty of money, I need to spend it sometime," was all Rossi said. They got to the SUV's and Hotch popped the trunk.

"Uh guys...," Emily whispered, pointing to the toddler who was fast asleep with the fluffy rabbit under his head and his thumb in his mouth.

Morgan pulled out his phone and snapped a photo. Emily nudged him, sending him a warning look.

"Relax, it's for Baby Girl. I won't use it as blackmail," Morgan promised, his fingers crossed behind his back.

"Let's get back to the hotel and get some rest. We can question Jarvis in the morning," Hotch said, putting some bags in his SUV.

"Should I wake him?" JJ asked, once again their gazes fell on the toddler who was sleeping contently.

"No. But he might wake up when you move him anyway." They finished unloading the cart and gently, JJ placed her hands under Spencer's arms and slowly lifted him from the cart. He clung to his rabbit and only fussed when his thumb fell from his mouth. JJ held him to her chest and felt his small hands grip onto her shirt as he relaxed unconsciously into her soft hold. Emily gaped at JJ who rocked Spencer slightly so he didn't wake up.

"How did you do that?" She gasped.

"Mother's instinct. We've all got it; even you." Emily shook her head doubtfully.

"I wanna see Emily's motherly side!" Chortled Morgan earning himself a punch in the shoulder.

"Ow!"

"Go put the shopping cart back or else you will be seeing my angry side."

I was planning on writing more, but I got a little carried away when I realised how long this chapter was already.

Also, I thought I should add this; in the show, Henry isn't born until season 4 when Spencer is 26-27. In this fic Henry is already 4, almost 5 (despite it being set around season 3) this is an AU so I just thought you should know that. Oh, and Jack is 7, almost 8. I did a little research and Jack, Henry and Spencer were all born in October, Jack on the 7th, Henry the 28th and I think Spencer's is around the 12th, I think it was revealed recently but I'm not sure of the exact date...Oh, I just found it, it's the same date as Henry's apparently...oh that might explain why they forgot it in 'True Genius'. Hmm, I might change Henry's birthday...we'll see.

Please review and share your thoughts with me.

I will see you in the next chapter!