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Sorry for the delay, tomorrow is my first day off and I wanted to upload this today (Saturday), but there is a lot that's incomplete and I'm tired so if I rush it won't be that great. I think I'll split this chapter into 2 actually so I can make it more detailed without going overboard on the word count. That also guarantees you guys another chapter tomorrow!

Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. Thank you, E.J. Morgan, MelissaCceres3, FallWithMeOffACliff, Astrahan, Sarry22, poohbear123, and baxterj.

I hope you guys are enjoying this story as much as I'm enjoying writing it! While editing this story you may notice that I've given Spencer a bit of a lisp... I think it's cute ;) so they're not spelling mistakes, it's just how he speaks.

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Okay, if you're reading this then it would seem that I managed to get it finished! Wooo! So enjoy!

Previously:

"Uh oh..."

"What?"

"Morgan's coming..."

JJ sighed as she felt something heavily sit on her chest and poke her face annoyingly.

Since they had told Henry and Jack about them having a little brother coming to stay, the two boys had been driving their parents insane with constant questions.

"Mummy, is Spencer coming today?" Henry asked for the third time (he'd asked the night before as well.)

"Maybe," JJ mumbled, curling into Hotch. Henry cheered loudly and hurried from the room to find Jack. JJ smiled and placed her arm on Hotch's chest, allowing his breathing to lull her. Soon enough another pair of feet scurried in and JJ heard Hotch grunt as Jack jumped on him.

"Henry said he's coming today! Is he really?" Jack questioned, poking Hotch's ribs to wake him.

"Maybe," Hotch murmured, keeping his eyes closed.

"Awesome!"

The room became silent once more and JJ and Hotch sighed and held onto each other, trying to get back to sleep.

Suddenly, footsteps stomped through the door, forcing JJ and Hotch to open their eyes.

"Come on then, we need to clean the guest room for him," Henry insisted, pulling at his mother's hand. Jack did the same to Hotch.

"Okay, okay. We're up!"

Spencer hopped out of Garcia's bedroom dressed in a pair of tiny jeans and his orange dinosaur top and blue flannel shirt.

"You look great, Spencer!" Emily grinned as the boy bounced over with a matching smile.

"Fanks," he said, his cheeks reddening a little as it wasn't his typical style, (though he did like the dinosaur.)

"When's Mowgan toming?" He asked, patting her knee excitedly. She heaved him onto her lap and carded a hand through his soft, clean hair.

"He'll be here soon," she said, flicking the TV on and settling Spencer in her lap.

"I don't wanna watsh tv," he whined, squirming about. Emily held him tighter refusing to release him from her grasp.

"Hey, can't I have a moment to rest?"

"You wested all night! I'm bowed (bored)," Spencer groaned.

"I'm trying to relax," Emily grunted before giving up on the boy's fidgeting and finally releasing him. He stood in front of her hoping she'd get up and take him somewhere to cure him of his boredom, but instead, she watched the TV, trying to ignore the endearing puppy dog eyes glowing up at her. Spencer let out a huff and stormed away, causing a smirk to appear on Emily's lips. The toddler marched around the couch, trying to shake off his energy and catch Emily's attention.

"Uh...what's up, Boy Genius?" Garcia asked as she walked in with a mug of coffee for her and Emily and saw their youngest trudging in circles around the couch.

"I'm bowed," he grumbled, toddling by her and glaring at the mugs of coffee.

"Oh, I see. Well, how about I rustle you up some breakfast and then we'll find something to do?" Spencer didn't reply; he drooled over the mug of coffee in Garcia's hand.

"Whewe's mine!?" He demanded in his high pitched voice which denied any anger to show through.

"Baby's can't have coffee."

Spencer stopped abruptly and looked at Garcia as she fell into the couch and took a deep satisfying gulp.

"I'm. Not. A. Baby!" He grunted, giving her a firm stare and stamping his foot, ironically, like a child.

"Kids can't have coffee," she shrugged.

"I'm not a-"

"Yea you are," Emily cut in, taking her own teasing sip.

"I'm 26!"

"You're 21-months! You're a kid," Emily teased. Garcia nudged her arm when she saw Spencer's lip wobble dangerously.

"I'm not..." his voice broke slightly and he rushed out of the room as fast as his little legs could carry him.

"You really don't know how to deal with kids," giggled Penelope. Emily bit her lip guiltily, craning her neck to see where the boy had disappeared to.

"I'll get him," Garcia stood up and hurried away to her room where she knew Spencer would've gone to.

"You said maybe, Mummy! You promised!" Henry cried, crossing his arms and glowering at her.

"I didn't promise anything, Henry. We still need to get things ready for him," JJ sighed, but the boy just remained in his sulking stance.

"We can do that now! And then he can come later," Jack insisted, pulling at Hotch's arms as he tried to make pancakes.

"Boys, it's not that easy."

"Why not?" Henry questioned Hotch, his frown deepening for the likes of Aaron.

"Because we need new things, like a bed and a high chair...it takes time."

"We can just use Henry's bed," JJ muttered, although she knew it wouldn't help the situation.

"Yea!" Henry and Jack both yelled.

Hotch sighed and turned to face his family.

"You really want him to come today?"

"YES!"

Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed again.

"You guys clear out the guest room and I'll get Henry's bed from the attic," Hotch said with reluctance.

"Yay!" Henry cried.

"Come on Henry! We can give him some of our old toys!" Jack said, grabbing Henry's hand with excitement and pulling him upstairs

"This is your fault," Hotch smirked, pressing his lips against JJ's who returned the kiss with ardor.

"That's fine by me," She pecked his cheek and turned the cooking rings off. "Now hurry up and get your butt in that attic; you promised." She skipped away and up the stairs where the boys were already shouting. Hotch grabbed his phone and found Morgan's number.

"Morgan? ...No, that's fine, but we have a change of plan."

Spencer scooped a spoonful of cheerios clumsily into his mouth as he read the book Garcia had given him. Garcia had told him it was the best book of all time and Spencer was beginning to doubt it as he scanned his eyes over the page and read through the gushy love scenes.

"Vampiwes awen't weal, Gawcia," he informed her while slurping his milk.

"Do not talk about things that are realistic, Spence," Emily called. "You used to be 26," she laughed. Spencer screwed up his face and returned to the book, missing his mouth on the next spoon and dropping cheerios on the table. He didn't notice and turned the next page.

Morgan knocked on Garcia's door and heard a high pitched cry from behind the door. He grinned at Rossi who smirked back.

"Open up!" He called just as the door swung open. Morgan looked around for Garcia and then looked down and found Spencer gazing up at him eagerly.

"Hi Mowgan! Wossi? What awe you doing hewe?" He asked.

"Someone text telling me you were bored," Rossi said. Garcia appeared and smiled at Rossi.

"Ah, you came!"

"Could've warned me, I wasn't expecting to bump into him on my way up," chortled Morgan, gaining himself a set of raised eyebrows from Rossi.

"Tome on," grunted Spencer pulling on Morgan's pant leg.

"We're not coming in."

"Huh?" Garcia, Emily, Rossi, and Spencer said in unison.

"Grab your purses, we're going to have some fun," he informed them, rubbing his hands together wickedly.

"I don't like the sound of that," Emily muttered.

"Kid, you in?" Morgan asked. Spencer looked back into the living room and remembered how bored he was.

"Yea."

"The kid's spoken. Are you guys coming or not?"

"Give us a minute," Garcia hissed, pushing Spencer out of the room and shutting the door. Spencer frowned up at the closed door.

"Women," Rossi rolled his eyes.

"Let's give 'em 10."

JJ took the bed apart, laying the spare parts beside the mattress against the wall. She stood up and dusted herself off. The boys walked in with armfuls of toys.

"Hey, guys, let me and dad get the new stuff moved in before you decorate," she said and both boys pouted at her.

"He's not my dad," grumbled Henry as he returned the things to his room. Jack dropped his on the floor. It consisted of teddy bears that he had lying around in his cupboard.

"Jack, can you please just take them out until we're done."

"You can't tell me what to do; only my real mum can." Hotch walked in at that moment and pulled Jack to him.

"Do as JJ says. Take those toys back to your room and don't come out of there until you can apologise," Hotch said angrily. Jack grabbed his old teddy bears and stalked from the room.

"It's okay, you didn't need to do that," JJ mumbled.

"He needs to learn. Shall I take this up to the attic?" He motioned to the mattress and bed parts. She nodded and helped him push the mattress out. When she got into the hall she gasped.

"I didn't realise how much we used to have," she gaped at the bed and the high chair and the assortment of furniture Hotch had pulled down.

"It's official, we're hoarders."

Spencer carried his popcorn as carefully as he could, his tongue stuck out in concentration and his eyes glued to the popped corn. He was so engaged in his task that he didn't notice where his feet were going. Luckily, Rossi was following him and gently moved the boy's head to direct him away from every wall he would've walked into. They got to their screen without any accidents. Morgan grabbed one of the special booster seats which appeared a little battered from years of use but would make do.

"What row?" Rossi asked looking up the stairs.

"G- Rossi watch him!" Rossi glanced down just as Spencer lifted his leg to take a step; the step was higher than the boy had expected and he stumbled forward. Rossi grabbed the boy's waist before he collided head first with the step. The popcorn fell out of his hands and tipped all over the step.

"You alright, kiddo?" Rossi asked, setting Spencer back down. Spencer gaped at the spilled popcorn and looked up at his team, his bottom lip trembling.

"I'm sowwy," he whimpered. You had one job, he thought.

"It's okay, Spence, I'd rather the popcorn over the floor than you," Garcia reassured rubbing a finger down his cheek. Spencer tore his eyes from them, feeling an uncontrollable urge to cry. As an adult, he would've blushed and apologised profusely, but his body felt heavy and sad as he looked at the mess of puffed popped corn and kernels littering the step.

A worker sprinted over.

"Are you guys alright? Did he hurt himself?" He asked looking at Spencer who was willing tears not to fall. They were drawing sympathetic eyes which Spencer wanted to escape from.

"He's fine. Sorry about the mess," Rossi grimaced, but the young teen shook his head vigorously.

"Oh don't worry about that. I'll get you another box of popcorn. As long as he's alright."

"Thank you!" Emily called after the young man. Spencer continued to stare at the popcorn and Rossi lifted him into his arms. Spencer quickly turned his face away, his emotions building up like a dam on the verge of bursting.

"See, kid, they can fix it. It's not your fault. I should have been watching you."

"It's dis 'tupid body," Spencer gritted his teeth as the first tear slid down his cheek.

"Hey," Rossi stopped on their row and looked at the boy seriously. "There is nothing stupid about you, ya hear me?" Rossi wiped Spencer's tear away and he nodded, feeling foolish again for letting his new emotions get in the way.

"You didn't have to do dis," Spencer whispered as Morgan put the booster seat down and Rossi helped him in.

"We have a week off, it's about time we spent it doing something fun," Morgan winked, patting Spencer's shoulder.

The red-faced teen dashed up the stairs and caught sight of the Italian.

"There you go, sir," he handed over a box of popcorn that was bigger than their last one. "Enjoy the movie." He was gone before the team could thank him. The lights turned out and the cinema was plunged into darkness. Rossi felt a small hand grasp his leg tightly until the screen lit up and he heard a small sigh of relief.

"This better be good," Morgan hissed to the girls, who pressed their fingers to their lips and shushed him. Morgan tried to forget about the action film they were playing next door and focused on the only film that Spencer was allowed into; Paddington.

JJ pushed the bed into its rightful place and stood back. All they needed was the old bed covers that would have to make do and then the room was fit for living in. Clearly, it wasn't fit for living by Henry and Jack's standards. As soon as she called them they came bouncing in with the same armfuls as before. Jack looked at JJ sullenly before looking at his feet.

"Sorry, JJ," he grumbled. JJ patted his shoulder.

"It's fine, Jack. Now you guys can decorate," Henry and Jack burst into smiles and started arranging the things they'd bought in. Henry laid out some young kids books that he was sure to never use again and placed them on the small bookcase. We're going to need a few of those, JJ thought. Jack arranged the teddies in the corner before going back to collect more.

By the time Hotch came in the room was partially decorated with Henry and Jacks unwanted toys.

"I think we might need this," JJ turned to him and saw him holding up a nightlight with small sheep jumping over a cloud. She gave him a thumbs up and went back to watching the boys arrange things. She felt Hotch's arms snake around her waist as he planted a light kiss on her neck.

"I hope this is a good idea," he whispered.

"Me too."

Spencer bounced out of the screen room with the team following. They were all in a surprisingly pleasant mood; the film was better than they had expected.

"How is he so full of energy?" Morgan mused, looking to Garcia for an explanation.

"Don't ask me. Kids his age should be having a nap now."

"Well, either way, I'm hungry," Rossi announced, grabbing Spencer's arm before he could get any further ahead.

"Wossi-"

"Slow down, Kiddo. We're talking about lunch, any preferences," Reid shrugged and tried to pull his arm away. Rossi didn't let up for fear the boy would trip over something.

"How about Chick-fila? I haven't been for ages and they do the best food," Garcia suggested.

"Isn't tha-One second," Morgan's phone started buzzing. "It's Hotch."

Emily, Garcia, and Rossi tilted their heads to try and hear the conversation as Morgan pressed the phone to his ear. Spencer was trying to pull away from Rossi's grasp, desperately wanting to look out of the wall length window and down at the traffic.

"Hey, Hotch...Yea, He's Fine, we just went to the cinema...really?...yea I know...so today?...no that's fine, we were about to go for food...haven't decided, Garcia wants to go to chick fila...oh...okay, we'll meet you there then. Alright...bye," Morgan looked up to see the team staring at him.

"Looks like we're going to Chick-fila, and we'll meet JJ, Hotch, Jack, and Henry there." Spencer stopped fidgeting and gasped.

"What about Jack and Henwy?" He asked nervously.

"They were going to meet you sometime, but they won't know your You," he said gravely, bending down to Spencer's height.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Emily frowned. Morgan glanced at her and grimaced.

"I mean that they won't know that Spencer is our Spencer...as in Spencer Reid."

"Oh, wight," Spencer said.

"What if they recognise him..or-or one of us slips up?" Garcia asked her brow furrowed with worry.

"We'll deal with that when and if it happens. Right now the boys think Hotch and JJ are adopting you, that means that you've gotta act your age."

"26?"

"No!" Morgan laughed. "They think you're 2, so you've gotta act it."

"I don't know how."

"Just let your body take over. When you don't think too much about it you're pretty believable," put in Emily.

"What if they don't lite me?" He whispered. Morgan put an arm around his shoulder and grinned.

"Don't worry, Pretty Boy, I heard them in the background and I think they like you already."

Spencer still didn't look convinced so Rossi tickled his neck causing him to squeal. "They loved 26-year-old Reid; I'm sure they'll love 21-month-old Reid just as much," he winked.

"Otay..."

"Come on, handsome," Emily took his hand pulling him away from a disgruntled looking Morgan. "Let's go get some food."

She pulled him along with him and he had to run several times to keep up with her.

"Em, slow down, his legs are smaller than yours; he can barely keep up," chided Garcia.

"Oh yea," Emily glanced down at the boy, who was a little out of puff. "Sorry, short stuff.

"It's Otay," he breathed, giving her a small smile.

"Here, this will be quicker," Garcia lifted the boy up and positioned him on her hip.

"I tan walk, Gawcia," he pouted.

"I know that Genius, but you need to save some of that energy for later; Jack and Henry aren't going to leave you alone. Besides, I like having cuddles," she squeezed him to reinforce her point and he whined loudly.

They got to Morgan's Suburban and Garcia strapped Spencer in his seat that had been transferred to Morgan's car. It was almost laughable how out of place the car seat looked in Morgan's big masculine mode of transport.

Garcia and Emily squeezed in beside the car seat and Spencer covered his face in embarrassment.

"Huwwy up p'eas," he mumbled, kicking his legs impatiently, eager to get out of the demeaning seat.

"I haven't even started the car yet," Morgan laughed.

Originally I wrote the whole chapter as one day, so it included the restaurant scene as well, but I realised there was much more to write after that, and I was basically trying to fit two chapters into one. So I hope you enjoyed the first half of this chapter. Part two is coming tomorrow!

Thanks for your support. Please keep reviewing, favouriting and following and I shall see you tomorrow!