(Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or it's characters)

This will be a short chapter, you'll see why, but I will have the next chapter up as soon as possible.

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Update- So I'm going through this story slowly updating all my mistakes. I am having a break on chapter 37 to do this and I'm starting with spell and grammar check on all the chapters before I read through them all and correct bits that don't make sense. I've been doing this for a day and as you can tell I haven't gotten very far!

Previously:

"Did they not want him?" Henry asked.

"Uh-"

"It's okay, cuz we do," Henry cut in and Spencer felt a warm hand on his leg. Henry watched Spencer fondly.

"Are you his new mommy and daddy?" Jack asked.

"I guess. And that would make you two his brothers." The boys smiled at that.

Spencer woke up to the sound of shouting. He slipped out of bed and peeked past of his door.

"Get off, Henry!"

"It's mine!"

"No, it's not!"

"YES. IT. IS!"

Spencer pulled back when he saw Hotch storm from his room and down the corridor.

"Stop it! Do you two have any idea what time it is!? Mommy and Spencer are still sleeping!" Spencer squinted down the hallway where Jack and Henry were squabbling over some kind of toy. Hotch yanked the toy from their hands.

"Go to your rooms. It is 6 am. You can come out when we make breakfast," Hotch pointed to their rooms and they trudged to them.

He sighed and left the toy on the bookshelf before shuffling back to his room. Spencer scrambled back into bed and threw the covers around him. He heard the door creak open and Hotch's quiet sigh.

He waited a few more minutes to make sure the coast was clear before jumping out of bed. He misjudged his leap and crashed to his knees.

He waited anxiously to see if anyone had heard but when no one came into his room he got up and stumbled over to the bookshelf. He ran his small fingers over the thin colourful books and started pulling them out one by one.

JJ woke up and glanced at her clock.

7.47am

She jumped out of bed suddenly, waking Aaron up as she did.

"We slept in! We're gonna-" she pulled off her pyjamas bottoms and started yanking her top over her head. Hotch stopped her before she could dash for the wardrobe.

"We have a week off," he mumbled into his pillow and JJ paused and thought for a minute.

"Oh, right." She smiled and leaned back into bed, facing her boyfriend who was slowly waking up.

"Good sleep?" She asked and he groaned.

"Jack and Henry were up at 6," he sighed. "Arguing."

"I'll check on them," JJ said, but Hotch tried to hold her back.

"No, stay in bed," he whined and she laughed, abandoning her side of the bed as he fumbled around for her presence.

She pulled her pants back on and shuffled into the hallway, heading for the door opposite her own where Spencer was sleeping. She gently pushed the handle down and peered inside.

"Spence?" The small boy looked up from his place on the floor where he'd been looking through picture books that Henry had given him.

"Mowning," he beamed, exchanging the big yellow book for an orange one with a big illustration of a car with eyes. There were no books left on the shelf.

"How long have you been awake?" She asked and Spencer peeped over the book with a guilty smile.

"Won houw thiwty fwee minutes," he shrugged. JJ rolled her eyes and smiled back.

"Come on, Let's go downstairs and get some breakfast," she held her hand out for him and he looked down at the book sadly before closing it.

"Otay," he struggled to his feet and toddled over, taking her hand gratefully to steady himself.

JJ guided him into the hall and paused outside of Henry's room.

"Wait there," she whispered, releasing Spencer's hand and pushing the door open. Spencer peered past her legs curiously and saw Henry lay under his covers and playing with one of his stuffed animals. He looked in JJ's general direction and then back at his toy.

"Can I come out yet?" He murmured.

"If you promise to stop arguing with Jack," JJ added. She turned back and smiled at Spencer who was stood patiently with his arms behind his back.

She strode by him and opened Jack's door which was adorned with a red 'J'. We'll have to get Spence one of those, she thought.

Jack was facing the wall, with the covers slung over him. Several pillows lay strewn across the floor; victims of Jack's tantrum.

"Jack?" JJ whispered and Jack glanced at her before turning back to the wall.

"Go away," He hissed. Spencer tiptoed into Jack's room and was trying to reach the uncompleted Rubix cube on the chest of drawers. Neither Jack nor JJ noticed him and Henry was busy putting his slippers on.

"We're going to make some breakfast, do you want some?" JJ ignored Jack's comment and kept her voice light and cheery. Jack peeked back at her and grunted something unintelligible.

"Fine, but I'll feed your pop tarts to your dad if you don't come down," with an exasperated groan Jack tore the covers off himself and sat up. He caught sight of Spencer reaching for his Rubix cube and scowled in frustration.

Spencer couldn't for the life of him understand why the Rubix cube was so out of reach. He stepped on the drawer knob and used it to get higher. He reached up for the Rubix cube and felt his fingers tickle its edge when Jack's shout filled the room.

"No! That's mine," Spencer was so taken aback that he lost his footing and fell to the floor.

"Spence," JJ's motherly instincts took charge and she lifted him into her arms as he rubbed his backside. Jack stormed over to the chest of drawers and snatched up the toy Spencer had been aiming for.

"This isn't yours," Jack grunted shaking the Rubix cube in front of a tears Spencer who was still trying to rub the pain away. "You're as bad as Henry." Jack pushed the cube further onto the chest of drawers and Spencer pouted knowing he had no chance of reaching it.

"You've got to share," JJ warned and Jack gave her a dark look. Henry shuffled in, not looking at Jack due to their simmering emotions after the explosive fight they had.

"I'm hungry," He yawned. JJ rolled her eyes for the second time and took his hand, leaving a grumpy Jack to trail behind.

Spencer ignored the stinging that his fall had caused and wrapped his small arms around JJ's neck as she carefully carried him downstairs. He looked over her shoulder and saw Jack trudging behind. Jack saw him staring and shook his head, crossing his arms miserably. Spencer looked back down at JJ's shoulder and ran his finger absentmindedly over the thin material of her pyjama top.

JJ settled him in Henry's old high chair and went to the kitchen. Spencer watched the boys hop into their seats and avoid each other's eyes. Spencer sighed and rested his chin in his hands.

"Jack?" He piped up, but Jack didn't look up at him. "I'm sowwy." The older boy turned his head away from Spencer and Henry and Spencer chewed his lip anxiously.

Well done, you've upset him, Spencer thought sadly.

"What do you guys want for breakfast?" JJ asked, rummaging through the cupboards. Normally Spencer skipped breakfast, opting for a large mug of coffee instead, but a gnawing hunger growled at the idea and his eyes widened when JJ pulled down a box of Cheerios.

"Cheewios p'eas!" He said with a hungry grin.

"Coming right up. Henry, Jack, what do you guys want?"

"Pop tart," Jack mumbled sleepily. Henry nodded and motioned to the chocolate pop tart. Clearly, neither of them were fully awake and alert, at least not like Spencer. JJ put the pop tarts into the toaster and poured out Cheerios in a Spider-Man bowl, adding milk and a spoon. She placed the bowl in front of Spencer and ruffled his hair as he dug in.

Jack yawned and rested his head on the table.

"No movie tonight," JJ chuckled. Jack groaned into the table and Spencer giggled, slurping his cheerios noisily.

"Not funny, Spence," Jack grumbled and Spencer looked down and pushed his cereal around.

"Hey, moody," JJ placed his pop tart in front of him forcing his head up. "Stop being miserable and eat up," she ordered. She brushed by Spencer at the head of the table, running her hand through his hair before giving Henry his breakfast.

Hotch came down, dressed as usual and poured his own bowl of cheerios.

"Just had a call from Haley," He announced. JJ and Jack looked up quickly. Spencer and Henry kept eating, ignorant to the others.

"Is mom coming over?" Jack asked eagerly and Hotch nodded.

"She said you forgot your Nintendo so she's dropping it off."

"Cool," Jack started eating his pop tart faster. He shot Henry a smirk. "My moms coming to see me," he hissed. Henry stopped eating his pop tart and gazed up at JJ.

"When's Dad coming to see me?" He asked.

"You're going to his house this weekend and he's dropping you at school on Monday," JJ replied as she joined her boys at the table. Spencer was squinting at his bowl and trying to get the floating cheerios to sink into the milky bubbles. He stuck his tongue and leaned on his bowl, pushing the stray cheerios down with his spoon.

"She's not staying long, Jack," Hotch added, sinking his own spoon into his milky cheerios.

"Mom can meet Spencer!" Jack gasped with realisation. He forgot all of his pent-up anger. JJ and Hotch exchanged a grimace.

Jack was about to explain to Spencer who they were talking about when a clatter interrupted him. They all looked up at the head of the table where Spencer sat with his arms held out in front of him and his spoon still gripped between his fingers. His bowl was spinning on the floor. Milk dripped from his hair and trickled down his face as he gave an awkward smile. He'd leaned on his bowl a little too much and flipped the contents over himself.

They all burst out laughing, even Hotch, who Spencer had only seen smile 38 times before, (this was compared to the 413 smiles a day average that Garcia had acquired.)

"Whoops," he wiped the milk clumsily from his eyes and licked his lips. He looked down at his pyjamas and saw the purple monster was drowning in milk. He quickly tapped it down and the top absorbed his spillage making his skin cold and uncomfortable. "Sowwy," he mumbled, looking at the mess he'd made.

"That's okay, buddy," Hotch stood up as the others wiped tears from their eyes. He lifted Spencer out of the chair and into his arms.

"You need a bath," Henry laughed, pointing at the damp boy.

"You're right. We'll be back soon," Hotch ruffled Spencer's hair, his fingers coming back wet with milk.

"What about youw ceweal? It'll get soggy," Spencer said worriedly as Hotch started up the stairs.

"I've almost finished anyway," Hotch turned into the bathroom and set Spencer on the closed toilet seat before turning to the bath. Spencer swung his legs out, investigating how much distance there was between his feet and the floor. Hotch pulled off the towel JJ had used the day before, which acted as a dressing gown and hung it on the door handle.

"Let's take those wet clothes off you before you get cold," Hotch said, grabbing the hem of the top. Spencer shook his head wildly, pulling the top back down.

"Come on, Spencer. This won't take long. Arms up," he ordered and Spencer anxiously lifted his arms. Hotch pulled the now soggy monster top off the boy and wrung it out over the sink, chuckling at the milk that dribbled from it. Spencer yanked off the pants before Hotch could and quickly covered himself with a towel he yanked from the railing. Hotch threw the sodden clothing into the wash basket and turned off the water, checking the water quickly before reaching for Spencer.

"Did you know bath's awen't always about hygiene, dey are used in weligion to cleanse a pewson and to puwify dem of deir sins," Spencer muttered to distract himself as he was deposited in the warm soapy water.

"No, I didn't know that," Hotch replied, wiping Spencer's face with a washcloth.

Hotch listened patiently to Spencer ramble on about useless facts while he washed his hair and made sure the milk had been cleaned off. He pulled the plug and scooped Spencer up, pulling the dressing gown towel over his head and hiding a grin when Spencer looked up with ears on his hood.

"Do I have to talk to Haley?" Spencer asked as he padded along behind Hotch to his new room.

"No, you don't have to. You look young enough to pass as a child who hasn't learned speech, but Jack knows you can and well...he may expect a performance out of you." Hotch began to rummage through the drawers as Spencer stood and looked at his little bare feet thoughtfully.

Hotch pulled out a pair of shorts and an old polo shirt of Henry's that he'd found in the attic. They weren't planning to do much that day so Hotch didn't see the point in Spencer wearing layers of clothes like the girls had been forcing him into. He handed a shivering Spencer a pair of underwear when he heard the doorbell ring.

"Is dat Haley?" Spencer asked wrapping his toweled arms around himself. Hotch nodded.

"Come on, let's get this over with," Spencer wasn't sure whether Hotch was referring to dressing him or talking to his ex-wife. Either way, Spencer shivered convulsively.

JJ answered the door and offered the woman on the other side a compulsory smile, holding the door open for her to come in. Jack ran forward and barrelled into his mother. Haley embraced Jack, holding him close to her chest.

"I hope you're being good," she smirked, carding a hand through his hair.

"Uh huh! We went to the park yesterday!" Jack cried excitedly, pulling his mom further into the house. He didn't mention his fight with Henry that morning. Hotch made his way down the stairs carrying an extremely nervous Spencer who was covering his eyes, hoping he was invisible.

Haley glanced up and frowned.

"Aaron?" Jack followed his mother's gaze and his grin grew.

"Mommy! That's Spencer! He's our new brother!" He blurted, hurrying over to Hotch and tugging on his pant leg.

"Brother? What's going on, Aaron?" Haley asked, trying to keep her voice calm for her son's sake. Hotch conceded to Jacks tugging and placed Spencer on his own two feet. Jack took his hand and pulled him over to Haley. Spencer looked up and cowered away.

"He's shy. It's okay, Spencey, this is my real mommy," JJ tensed a little at the clear emphasis that Jack had put on 'real'.

"Uh...Jack, take Spencer into the front room. I think Henry's watching some cartoons. We just need to talk to your mom," JJ said. Jack glanced at his mom to his dad and shrugged, tugging Spencer into the front room.

"What's going on?" Haley demanded. Hotch put his finger to his lips and pointed to where Jack and Spencer had just gone and motioned them into the kitchen.

"We...uh...we adopted," Hotch said with a smile. Haley didn't return the gesture.

"Just like that? I didn't even know you were trying for more?"

"We weren't expecting it this soon either-"

"You have 2 kids already! What possessed you to get another? I mean, look at your jobs!" Haley shook her head in disbelief.

Spencer heard the raised voices from the kitchen. He glanced at his 'brothers' and deeming it safe to slip away, he slithered off the couch and into the hall where he listened at the kitchen doorway.

"Haley, this wasn't your choice to make-"

"So you really must be sterile," Haley snorted before she could stop herself and Hotch froze. She turned to JJ. "The doctors told us how lucky we were when I got pregnant with Jack. I guess you guys weren't so lucky," Haley glared at JJ, who glowered back.

"That is no longer your business," JJ growled. Haley gave an airy sigh, still shaking her head.

"I saw you on Sunday! It has literally been 3 days since then and you now have another child!"

"He needed to be homed," Hotch lied, though it wasn't entirely false.

Haley laughed loudly.

"You can't even look after your own son! And now you have 3!" She laughed once more out of spite. Hotch remained in place with his arms folded and his brow locked over his eyes.

"Don't question Aaron's parenting! He's a great father!" JJ snapped.

"Oh, he's a great father when he's around! BUT HE NEVER IS!" Haley shouted, throwing her arms up angrily.

"I think you should give him back to whoever you got him from," Spencer jumped back from the door, his eyes widened in fear and he waited for Hotch's answer.

"He doesn't have anyone else," Hotch hissed. Spencer felt a weight drop into his gut and his breath hitched. They don't want me here...they just... don't have a choice.

Spencer hurried away from the door and sank down against the opposite wall. You can't stay, he told himself, you're a burden; you have to leave. He glanced up at the front door. He studied the handle and made up his mind.

"Why do you always have to be the hero, Aaron!" Haley growled.

"He is part of this family now. Like it or not; he's staying," JJ glared at Haley who squirmed a little under the blondes gaze.

"That Boy is going to be deprived. Let him be happy! I can't stand by and let you ruin another child."

"Get out. Our children are not deprived. The boys are too attached, as are we, to Spencer. You've seen your son now leave." Haley scowled back at JJ, a mutual dislike passed between them.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Haley grunted, slinging her bag over her shoulder and giving Aaron one last look. "Don't forget about your biological son while you're at it." She strode out before Hotch could protest.

"Ignore her," JJ placed a hand on Hotch's chest. "She jus-"

"Aaron," They both looked up and saw Haley peering at them with worry in her eyes.

"What now?" Groaned JJ.

"Your doors open."

Hotch frowned and marched into the hallway. He caught sight of the chair beside the open door and felt his heart jump into his throat.

"BOYS!" He shouted, glancing over his shoulder. Jack looked out from the front room with the TV remote in his hand.

"Huh?" He mumbled. Behind him, Henry was craning his neck from his seat on the couch.

"Are Henry and Spencer with you?" He asked breathlessly.

"I'm here," Henry called from the couch.

"Spencer!?" Hotch yelled; there was no answer.

"SPENCER!"

Sorry for the cliffhanger. I promise to update this story by tomorrow...hopefully.

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