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Previously:

"I'll help," Emily added and they all turned to stare at her, except Spencer who was transfixed with the way Garcia's hair curled out subtly.

"What?"

"Nothing, you're just not the motherly type," Hotch said, a rare grin on his face.

"What can I say he's grown on me." They all looked back at the boy in question who was hitched up on Garcia's hip, studying the colours in her hair as if it were the most exciting thing he'd ever seen.

Emily unlocked Garcia's door and grimaced at the mess in the front room.

"This isn't entirely babyproof, Garcia."

"I'm not a baby," Spencer called from Garcia's arms.

"Sure you're not, angel cakes," Garcia simpered, kissing his forehead.

"Tan I peas get down now?" He asked and Garcia reluctantly set him on his feet.

Spencer wobbled a little before toddling over to the couch, avoiding the bags that lay discarded on the floor. He pulled himself up with a mighty struggle onto the couch and sat patiently with his hands in his lap. He was ravenous, but he didn't want to frustrate his friends by asking for food.

"Uh...Garcia..." Emily eyed the bags and gave Garcia a questioning look. Garcia shrugged, quickly turning her attention back to Spencer.

"When was the last time my little guy ate?" She asked with scrutiny. She stroked Reid's slightly greasy hair and scowled. "And when did he last wash?"

"The case was a little hectic, Garcia, besides I don't know what a kid needs. Are you just going to ignore this?" She asked, redirecting her focus to the shopping bags.

"We have more important things to worry about. Go run a bath, not too full."

"Fine, but we need to talk about this addiction. You're getting worse," Emily added. She hurried down the corridor to the colourful bathroom, not that the rest of the house wasn't colourful, but the bathroom looked like a glitter bomb had gone off in it.

"And it's only going to get worse now that you're small," Garcia whispered to Reid, who giggled despite himself.

"Awe dose weally all fow me?" Spencer asked guiltily.

"Not all of it...uh...that one has Gizmo's food in...but...well-" she hesitated to look for an excuse for her extensive shopping. "You need a whole new wardrobe, Spence, and all the extras so it's not like this wasn't necessary." She pulled out a pair of black converse and Spencer reached out to them with ardent desire.

"See!" She said, handing him the shoes which he held tightly.

"I even got you some pyjamas," she revealed a pair of Scooby Doo pyjamas. "They're a little big right now, but you've got plenty of time to grow into them", she held them against him and saw how his smile dipped. "Oh, Spencer, it's not so bad. We're going to have so much fun." When his smile didn't lift she had an idea. She rushed to the kitchen and found a tin of cookies she'd made.

"Don't tell Emily, but..." she knelt beside him and opened the lid. Spencer's eyes lit up with excitement and he grabbed the biggest cookie he could find.

"Fank you!" He exclaimed, taking a hungry bite out of the baked good. As soon as the sugar hit his tongue he felt wired as if shocked with electricity. He examined the pyjamas Garcia had got him and grinned.

"Did you get deese 'cus dey awe lite us?" He asked, looking at the talking dogs face and the monsters lurking behind him.

"Exactly; you guys are my real-life crime fighters!" Garcia was overjoyed that Spencer was warming up to her.

"Hotch got me some 'jamas too," he informed her through a mouthful of cookie. He slid unsteadily off the couch and wobbled over to his bag, which JJ had refilled with what they'd bought the day before. Spencer struggled with the zip, so Garcia helped him and her eyes instantly caught sight of the pyjamas.

"Well, I never thought Boss Man had this kind of taste in fashion," she'd pulled the pyjamas out so Spencer could wear them.

"He's weally soft!" Spencer grinned, stroking the monster.

"So he is, little man," Garcia winked. She was about to show Spencer the teddy bear she'd gotten him when Emily marched back in the room, her sleeves rolled up and bubbles in her hair.

"Bath's ready."

"It looks like you've already been in it," laughed Garci; Emily laughed sarcastically and walked up to Spencer who had just finished his cookie.

"Is that really nutritious for a kid?"

"I thought you don't know much about kids."

"I know cookies aren't good substitutes for dinner," Emily retorted and Garcia rolled her eyes, putting the lid on the cookie tin, much to Spencer's disappointment.

"Fine, I'll do the boring job and make dinner, while you get all the fun," she huffed, heading to the kitchen taking the tin with her.

"Come on, Spencer," Emily said cheerfully, holding her hand out. Spencer took it and skipped along beside her, he suddenly had endless amounts of energy. When they got to the bathroom he released Emily's hand and looked over the bath panel at the warm soapy water.

"Come here, Spence. Let me help you change," Spencer shook his head.

"I tan do it," he insisted.

"Let me at least take your hoodie off and unbutton your jeans," Spencer didn't have a chance to argue as she was already yanking off said clothing. He realised he was stood in his spaceship t-shirt and pull-ups, which he covered quickly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"P'eas tell me Gawcia has undewweaw?" He pleaded.

"I'll ask, but you're wearing one of those tonight."

"What!? Why!?"

"Spencer, you're still young enough to not know how to control your bladder. Would you rather wet the bed?" Emily asked a little harshly. Spencer's face screwed up in disgust, but he shook his head all the same.

"Good, that's what I thought, now come here so I can take the rest off."

"No, Emiwy, I don't need youwe help."

"I'm helping you into that bath whether you like it or not."

"I tan wash myself!"

"You could slip, Spence. Look, I'll make you a deal, I take your top off and then you can take the rest off and then wrap a towel around yourself. Then I'll put you in the bath; there are plenty of bubbles to cover you," Spencer shook his head and Emily sighed.

"Please, Reid." Spencer suddenly felt really bad, he was clearly being more trouble than he was worth. You're not a child; she's offered you a compromise, now take it, he thought to himself and he slowly nodded.

"Thank you!" She pulled off his top and turned her back until he tapped her arm to say he was ready. She turned back to find him struggling to hold the towel over him. She lifted him and yanked the towel away, much to his surprise and horror and before he could protest, she placed him in the relaxing water.

"Hey, dat wasn't the deal!" He cried, though he couldn't help sighing as the warm water enveloped him and eased his stressed little body.

Emily caressed the water, letting its warmth calm her.

"Better?" She asked.

"Bettew."

She gave him a few more minutes to enjoy the bubbly goodness, but when his small splashes wet her and he let out a giggle, she decided it was time to actually get him clean. She handed him a washcloth.

"Clean yourself, grubby, I'll get the shampoo." Spencer took the cloth gratefully, dipping it in the water and rubbing it over his face and all the places his arms could reach; his back remained untouched. Emily took the cloth from him and rubbed it over his back and neck before handing it back. She wet his hair carefully and squeezed a dollop of baby shampoo that Garcia had brought onto her hands and carefully massaged it into Spencer's golden brown hair.

"Close your eyes, I know this says no tears, but I still don't trust it," Emily muttered, taking a cup of water and pouring it over Spencer's bubbly head. She repeated until the bubbles were gone.

"Let's go have some food," Emily held up a towel to swaddle him in, but he didn't move, and instead kept popping bubbles on his hand.

"Spence..." she warned. He still remained preoccupied. Emily groaned and swooped down, pulling the small boy out of the tub and burying him in the towel.

"No!"

"Aren't you hungry? Come on, let's get you dry and changed and we can have some food." She put him on his feet, wrapping the first towel around him and getting another to dry his hair. As she rubbed the towel over his hair his stomach made itself known with a loud rumble.

"I knew you were."

Emily handed him the dreaded pull-up, turning around so he could put it on, before helping him into his pyjamas with the fluffy monster on the front. He put his hands on Emily's shoulders as he balanced on one leg and she guided it into the pyjama bottoms.

"Perfect," Emily beamed at the clean boy who stood before her. "Food?" He nodded eagerly.

They plodded into the kitchen where an irresistible cheese smell was wafting from. Spencer could feel the sugar rush wearing off and he leaned heavily against Emily's leg as she guided him into the kitchen.

"I hope you two like mac and cheese," Garcia chirped turning to them and cooing at the small boy clutching Emily's leg.

"Much better! Em, in that blue bag there should be a kids bowl, can you grab it for me?" Emily rolled her eyes and took Spencer with her to the front room. She lifted him onto the couch where he snuggled into the cushions, one, in particular, he took a curious interest in that had 5 eyes and a big grin. Emily started rummaging through the blue bag. Inside she found a set including a light green plastic bowl, with matching cup and cutlery. She was surprised the items were plain and had no decoration, Spencer, on the other hand, seemed grateful. There was also a teddy bear almost as big as Spencer in the bag which she ignored with a light chuckle.

"This it?"

"Yep. See I told you we needed this stuff," she said washing the bowl under the tap, drying it and filling it with mac and cheese. She then filled two China bowls with bigger portions.

"Here's yours and Boy Wonders. I'll be in in a minute, I'll just get him a drink." Emily took the bowls hungrily and breathed in their delicious smell.

She handed Spencer his bowl, not letting go until she was sure he held it properly and handed him his plastic fork before clearing the rest of the couch and collapsing beside him.

Spencer picked up the fork and frowned when his fingers gripped it awkwardly. He shrugged and carefully dipped it in the bowl. He tried to pick the pasta up, but it kept slipping from his fork and he couldn't get it at the right angle in order to stab the food. He finally managed to catch two pieces of macaroni and he quickly guided it to his mouth.

"Ah", he gasped, spitting the pasta back into the bowl and sticking his burnt tongue out.

"It's a bit hot," Emily said guiltily as Spencer looked up incredulously.

"You don' say," he grumbled his tongue hanging out pitifully.

"Here, I'll cool it down," she offered, taking the bowl from him and blowing it gently.

"Top it! Do you know how many gewms youwe spweading?" Spencer cried, but Emily didn't stop.

"It's not going to kill you." She stabbed some macaroni on his fork, leaving it in the bowl for Spencer to use.

He took the bowl a little suspiciously and picked up the fork in the same strange way, putting the cheesy pasta in his mouth tentatively.

"Good Huh?" Garcia asked, putting a cup on the coffee table and sitting in the red velvet bedecked armchair.

"Mmmhhmm," Spencer replied through his mouthful of pasta. He managed to stab a piece like Emily had and guided it to his mouth.

Emily finished her bowl, tempted to lick out the ruminants when she noticed the toddler struggling to pick up his food as he stabbed at the bowl blindly. She grabbed the bowl before it toppled onto his lap.

"Woah there, I just got you clean," she jibbed. "Let me help," she stabbed the macaroni with the fork and left it in the bowl for him to pick up, knowing if she tried to feed him, he'd kick up a fuss.

"Fanks," he mumbled, picking up the fork as best he could and carefully putting it in his mouth.

"No problem," she stabbed some more and handed him the fork. "You know you can always ask for help, right?"

Spencer looked away awkwardly.

"Just remember that buddy," she added. Garcia was watching Spencer longingly and he didn't seem to notice as Emily filled his fork each time.

"Shall I show you guys what I got?" She asked, growing impatient with the boy's slow eating. He nodded cautiously as he chewed the warm pasta pieces. Garcia grinned and grabbed the first of 5 big bags.

"Okay, so this one has clothes to keep you going for the time being, I'll be getting you more, don't worry," Spencer looked up innocently examining the items of clothing Garcia pulled from the bags.

There were a few pairs of chord-like pants in different colours which he liked, but then Garcia showed him a pair of stonewashed jeans and a small pair of navy shorts with little gold stars over them. Emily was grabbing each pair and checking Garcia got the right size and smiling at how adorably small they were. Spencer carried on eating, still trying to master stabbing the macaroni.

"And I got you this," she revealed a zip-up hoodie with the words 'police academy' in bold print across the back and a small badge stuck to the front. "I thought it was quite fitting," Garcia and Emily pulled more clothes from 2 other bags and Spencer felt himself growing bored. He couldn't get to the last bits of pasta in his bowl and so he used his fingers, easily depositing them in his mouth and wishing he had thought of it before.

Garcia saw the boy's lack of interest and thrust the blue bag into his lap. He peered over the plastic bag and caught sight of dark brown fur. He frowned and pulled the object out. The bear plonked into his lap and he gaped at it.

"Every kid needs a friend," Garcia explained, beaming at Spencer and stealthily taking a photo of him.

"Fanks, Gawcia, but I weally don't need dis," he insisted, trying to hand the bear back.

"No way, Baby Boy, that is yours. I can't take it back now so you'll just have to make do," she insisted with a smirk. Spencer glanced at the bear and sighed. I guess I'll be keeping you, he thought, rubbing its soft fur. Emily peeked in the last bag which had been where she'd found the baby shampoo. She found some kids underwear, to her relief, and a toothbrush and toothpaste.

Garcia took Spencer's bowl and he leaned into the bear fisting his eyes tiredly.

"Looks like someone's tired," Emily teased the toddler, who pouted and shook his head.

"I'm fine," he mumbled back, trying to stifle a yawn and failing miserably.

"Yea, whatever. You're such a bad liar." To prove Emily wrong Spencer opened his eyes wide and sat stock still, concentrating hard on staying awake.

"Come on, Spence. My spare bedroom is beckoning to you," Garcia smiled and tried to pick him up but he rolled over and hopped off the couch.

"I'm not tiwed," he insisted, making a scene of gazing at Garcia to show just how awake he really was.

"And I'm the president. Come on," Spencer shook his head. Garcia sighed and made a grab for Spencer, he dodged her and hurried behind the couch. Garcia quickly caught up with him as he pleaded for more time.

"Jut 10 mowe minutes, p'eas!" He begged when Garcia lifted him into the air. Garcia looked into his tawny, puppy dog eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"Fine! But then you have to go to bed after that." She sat him back on the couch and turned her focus to the to screen where Emily was watching a cop show. She kept laughing at the mistakes, explaining how unrealistic the whole show was.

"No way would they just let him go like that, they have enough evidence to put him away!" She grunted.

"It's just a show, Emily," Garcia giggled.

"Well it's not realistic."

"Em, Spencer was turned into a 21-month-old...we can't really talk about being realistic," Garcia retorted, Emily laughed with realisation.

"Oh yea," she turned to Spencer. "Speaking of..." Garcia glanced at where she'd left Spencer and groaned quietly. He was passed out against the teddy she'd got him, his thumb stuck lazily in his mouth.

"I suck at this," Garcia sighed.

Spencer woke up in the dark and felt himself tremble in panic.

"Mom?" He called out. There was no response. "Mom?" He yelled a bit louder.

He thought for a second and realised that he wasn't with his mom, but rather Emily and Garcia. He slipped off the bed carefully and hurried into the hallway, looking for a light or at least some company.

He caught sight of a pale pink light through a slightly ajar door. He rushed in and scrambled over to the bed. He could see Garcia sleeping peacefully and refused to wake her to ask for help up. But he needed to get up somehow.

He glanced around the room; Garcia's dim flamingo lights lit the area up a little. He saw a shoe box under the bed and pulled it out, using it as a step to heave himself onto the bed. Spencer sighed when he hit the soft mattress and he quickly snuggled up beside Garcia, a tranquil calm coming over him now that he had light and company.

Garcia woke up and felt something warm practically vibrating against her. She squinted into the sunlit room and reached for her glasses. She pushed them to the end of her nose and looked down laughing out loud when she saw Spencer snuggled up beside her.

Reid jolted awake and whipped his head around in confusion.

"How did you get there?" He looked up and saw Garcia's kind eyes looking down at him, a smile plastered on her lips.

"Um..." he was too groggy to give a proper answer so he lay back down and relaxed back into the covers.

"Hey! Mr ignorant?" Spencer grunted and Garcia laughed again.

"Whats going on?" Emily's head poked around the door.

"I woke up and found this one in my bed," chuckled Garcia, tickling Spencer's neck and forcing him to roll away from her.

"Toooop," he moaned, trying to get comfy again.

"I guess someone's not a morning person," Emily laughed.

Garcia opened her mouth to answer when her phone started to ring. Spencer whined and put his hands over his ears, squeezing his eyes shut. After about 3 minutes he took his hands away and opened his eyes a little.

"Okay, okay, we're here. I won't!" Garcia hung up the phone and grimaced at Emily.

"Uh oh..."

"What?"

"Morgan's coming..."

Morgan is a bad influence! We will soon find out why...

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I hope you enjoyed this fluffy little chapter as much as I loved writing it!

Last night I literally had a brainstorm of ideas for new fics, so if you follow/favourite me I have lots of things coming.

Oh also I got university offers back today, and it looks like I'm going to be able to go to my favourite to take Creative Writing! I can't wait to go!

I have all day work tomorrow and Saturday, that's how I'm spending my day off college...yay... so I may not be able to update this until Saturday maybe.