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So in this chapter, it's time for Spencer to return to work...

Enjoy!

It had been two weeks since Eton had taken Spencer and he insisted countless times that he was ready for work.

On the fifth morning of begging, Hotch finally gave in.

He and JJ dropped Jack and Henry at school before heading to their office. Spencer chattered all the way there, his feet banging against his seat in immoderate excitement. JJ had to hold him back while Hotch locked the car because he was ready to run in front of moving traffic to get into work.

Spencer skipped into the bullpen attracting many pairs of eyes. He didn't seem to care as he bounced up to his desk, leaving JJ and Hotch behind and beamed brightly at his teammates.

"Mowning," He chirped as he struggled into his seat. He blushed when his legs wiggled over the edge and he quickly sat down.

Morgan burst out laughing when Spencer's head barely peeked over the edge of his desk.

Spencer glared at Morgan as best he could, but all Morgan could see was a set of furrowed eyebrows.

"Haha! Vewy funny Mowgan," Spencer grumbled. "What did you do to my chaiw?"

"I didn't do anything," Morgan chuckled. "You aren't as tall as you were."

"Oh yea," Spencer sighed. He leaned over the side of the chair and tried to reach for the handle that lifted and lowered the chair, but his arms were too small to reach and he almost fell straight through the hole in the armrest. Emily stood up and hurried over, catching him by the collar and helping him back into the cool leather.

"Here, I'll adjust it," she offered, pushing Spencer back down on his butt and maneuvering the chair so Spencer could reach his desk. The end result was an incredibly tall chair, but Spencer's glowing smile returned full force when he could sit normally.

"Fanks, Em," he said, pulling a pen towards him.

"No problem, handsome."

Spencer reached out for his files and scowled at the scene before him. Where he had expected an overflowing pile of paperwork was a tray filled with just a few. He glanced around at his team and knew that they must've shared his workload.

I must remember to thank them, he thought as he got started on his work.

At first, his writing was scribbly and barely intelligible, but as he went on, he got to grips with the pen, though not completely secure, and found it easier to write.

"You know, no one expected you to do this much," Spencer looked up and found Rossi thumbing through his paperwork

"What do you mean?" Spencer asked.

"You've been working nonstop since you arrived. It's almost lunch," Rossi said and Spencer peered at the clock and true to his word it read 12.23. They usually ate lunch at 1.

"Oh sowwy. I just wanted to do my shawe (share)," Spencer explained and Rossi smiled at him thoughtfully.

"You know you don't have to do that. And don't apologise. C'mon, let's go to the conference room, Hotch wants us to have our lunch break earlier."

Spencer chewed his lip as he thought of why they would need to eat earlier. Then he groaned with realisation.

"Do I weally need a nap?" He whined. Rossi chuckled and lifted Spencer out of his chair.

"Yes. This is non-negotiable."

"But I'm not even tiwed!" Spencer moaned.

"You know, you're starting to sound more and more like a two-year-old."

Spencer was about to argue that he wasn't 2 and that he was, in fact, technically 21 months but he realised that it wouldn't help his situation.

Spencer tried to jump up into his chair at the round table but toppled over backward. He quickly got to his feet and rubbed his backside.

Rossi chortled and lifted a frustrated Spencer into his seat.

"Fanks," he mumbled.

Hotch walked in and almost laughed when he saw Spencer sat on his knees to see over the desk.

Spencer's cheeks burnt red with embarrassment.

Slowly the team took their seat and JJ passed Spencer a box with two sandwich halves in.

"What's dis?" He asked, pushing it back towards JJ.

"It's your lunch," she said with a hint of sarcasm as if it were blatantly obvious.

"No, it's yours."

"JJ made them for you because you can't make your own," Hotch added.

"Fanks, but I don't need them," Spencer said, politely pushing them away.

"What will you eat?" Emily questioned. Spencer whirled his head around and bit his lip nervously, realising that he didn't really have an answer.

"What do you normally have for lunch?" Garcia asked and Spencer shrugged.

"Coffee."

"Really?" Emily raised an eyebrow and Spencer shrugged again as if it were no big deal.

"Well, not anymore," JJ said, pushing the sandwiches towards Spencer.

Everyone tucked in and Spencer fumbled around with his sandwich.

"Eat," Hotch ordered. Spencer gazed up and smirked mischievously.

"And what if I don't?" He queried. Hotch set down his sandwich and gave Spencer a firm stare.

"I'm not afraid to give you a time out."

Spencer gulped nervously and started eating his sandwiches quickly. He gazed down at the crustless white bread, surprised by the flavours swirling in his mouth. The next bite wasn't reluctant.

Spencer was only halfway through his juice box when his eyelids started dropping.

"S'time?" Garcia asked. Hotch glanced at his phone.

"1.15."

Spencer smacked his lips together and shoved his juice box on the table before fisting his eyes.

"Spence, you know what time it is."

"I don't need a nap," Spencer whined. Hotch sighed and stood up, but Garcia beat him to it.

"I'll deal with him," she said and she swooped past him and grabbed Spencer.

"Hey!" He cried out, struggling against Garcia, but she was stronger than she let on.

"Chill out, junior-G-man," She chided, practically throwing him over her shoulder.

The team laughed as the door shut on Spencer yelling that he could walk.

"'Top! Dis is embawwassing," Spencer grumbled as Garcia carried him to her lair.

"Well if you throw a tantrum like that it will be."

Spencer sighed and gave up. Garcia hitched him up on her hip and hurried to her office. She set him on the ground and shut the door behind them.

Spencer steadied his stance and glanced around the room, scowling at the couch where a small nest of colourful blankets and pillows had been made.

"What's dis?" He asked, pointing to the cozy area. Garcia steered him towards it, a crazy grin playing on her lips.

"That is your napping nest."

"My what?"

"I couldn't have my boy genius sleeping on a boring leather couch. You're going to be spending a lot of time here so you might as well get used to it and you might as well be comfortable," she patted the nest and Spencer just stared at it doubtfully.

Garcia tapped her foot impatiently and lifted him into the blankets. She grabbed his feet and pulled off his shoes.

"I don't wanna s'eep," he mumbled through a perfectly timed yawn.

"You'll be miserable if you don't, and I refuse to spend time with a grumpy, 2-year-old genius."

Spencer huffed, but let Garcia take his cardigan off. She was about to strip his shirt off when he squealed and batted her hand away.

"I have your pajamas," Garcia said.

"I don't need them," he insisted. Garcia decided not to fight him on it because he would never go to sleep if she did.

"Fine, but don't blame me if your clothes are all crinkled later."

"I..." he yawned quietly, "...won't."

Garcia made him lie down and pulled a blanket over him and as if by magic, his stuffed rabbit appeared in front of him. Garcia pushed his messenger bag (which JJ had reorganised, with pajamas, spare clothes, and, of course, his rabbit) behind the couch. Spencer watched her grumpily, refusing to give in to sleep.

"Please, Spence. You know you're tired," Garcia begged. "I'm gonna do some work in here, so you won't be alone." She turned and sat in front of her computer. After a few minutes Spencer heard typing and he sighed in defeat. He felt sleep pulling at his eyelids.

Just a minute, he thought. Just a quick nap. He closed his eyes and he instantly fell asleep.

Garcia finished what she was typing and turned around slowly and with caution. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Spencer snuggled in his nest, fast asleep.

Hotch wrapped up his third set of files and glanced out of his window. Spencer had woken up not long before and already he was up to mischief. At that moment Morgan was spinning his chair around and Spencer was gripping on for dear life and shrieking with laughter.

Hotch Groaned and stood up to reprimand his agent's when JJ waltzed in.

"I'm getting coffee. Want some?" She asked, leaning in and teasing his lips with her own.

"I'd love some. You know what I like, right?" He muttered, breaking all protocol and pressing a kiss to her lips.

"Of course I do," she said, breaking apart from his lips and trotting out, wiggling her hips in his hungry line of vision.

JJ hopped down the steps and grabbed the spinning chair Spencer was sat in before he was sick. She glowered at Morgan who hid his smirk behind his hands.

"I'm getting coffee. Same for everyone?" She asked. She got several nods, including one from Spencer.

"None for you."

"Dats hawdly faiw!" He cried. JJ ignored him and picked up her purse.

"I'll be back in 15 minutes. Watch him," she ordered, pointing at Emily; she couldn't trust Morgan and his antics.

"Remember, whipped cream!" Garcia called from her office before retreating back inside.

"Tan I Come?" Spencer asked, standing on his chair and holding his uncasted arm in the air. JJ looked at him skeptically.

"You're not having coffee," Hotch said, standing outside of his office and watching the small boy, whose eyes widened when he caught sight of his boss staring at him.

"I don't want coffee!" Spencer insisted in offense, pouting at his superior.

"Fine," JJ said, holding her hand out for him to take. "But no coffee."

"No coffee," Spencer repeated, saluting her before taking her hand and jumping off his chair eagerly.

JJ carried Spencer into the coffee shop and lent in to whisper in his ear before they got into the queue.

"Remember the rules?" She whispered. Spencer frowned for a moment before realisation hit him.

"Yes, mommy," he said with a not so subtle wink. JJ rolled her eyes but smiled.

"Good. Stick to em."

The queue wasn't long and soon JJ was at the front. The Batista gave Spencer a small wave and he grinned back. JJ ordered her drinks and gripped Spencer tighter so that he didn't try and order a coffee for himself.

"Is there anything the little guy wants?" The Batista simpered, her kind eyes coaxing Spencer to look up from where he'd laid his head on JJ's shoulder. JJ watched Spencer who's gaze flickered to a glass cabinet.

"Spence, would you like anything to eat?" JJ asked cautiously.

"Wha's dat, mommy?" He asked pointing to something inside the glass cabinet.

"That's millionaires shortbread, you won't like that," JJ gave the Batista a knowing look and Spencer tried not to look offended. His eyes caught sight of something delicious and he licked his lips hungrily.

"Tan I have dat, mommy?" He asked politely. The Batista had to hold back a coo at the boy's sweetness.

"That's a bit big, Spence," JJ mumbled.

"P'eas, mommy," Spencer pleaded, his lower lip trembling. JJ had to give him credit because she almost fell for it, her heart melting at the sad look on his face.

"Oh, Okay then."

Spencer skipped into the conference room, a donut almost as big as his face in his clutches. There was already chocolate in his hair and over his face.

"Uh...where did you get that?" Hotch muttered, watching Spencer in disbelief. Spencer toddled up to his chair and Rossi gave him a lift into it so he didn't get sticky fingers everywhere. Spence took another bite, which barely made a dent in the pastry before he attempted to answer.

"Mommy got it me," he said with a smirk. Hotch crossed his arms and smiled back.

"Did She now?"

"Mmhmm," he mumbled, taking another full bite and managing to get chocolate sauce on his nose. The team watched him fondly.

JJ walked in with a tray of coffee and raised an eyebrow when the whole team (except Spencer, who was too busy with his treat) looked up at her.

"What?" She asked as she gave out the coffee.

"You can deal with the sugar rush," Hotch said, pointing to Spencer's already wide and wild eyes, his trembling fingers and his excited leg swings.

"Oh...whoops."

I know this was only short, but the last few days have been crazy. I hid from my family most of today to write this and they kept finding me. That's the one thing I hate about younger cousins.

I literally sat down in my room, ready to do some revision on Shakespeare when my cousins walked in- one is 8, the other is 9 - and they literally asked me questions for 2 hours, sat on my bed, threw my revision on the floor and called it rubbish, and stole my IPad to play Five Nights at Freddies. And every time I picked up my phone to do some writing, they'd hover over me and be like "Whatcha doing?"

AHHHH! I'm so thankful for this silence!

I am hosting a party tomorrow, but I'm planning on getting a chapter to you before that commence... Jesus, tomorrows going to be hectic!

Thank you as always for all of your support. It's so sad that this is one of the last chapters of 2017 ;(

Please review and I will hopefully see you with an update before 2018!