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Spencer was still getting used to the bareness of his arm. While he filled out paperwork, he'd flex the still stiff arm and contemplate how strange it felt not to have his heavy cast anymore.

He also noticed that it looked different, he swore tey seemed different lengths. He pointed this out to Morgan who only chuckled.

He showed Garcia before his nap, but she hadn't been listening.

He woke up from his nap to the sound of Garcia's typing. He grinned, rubbed his eyes and straightened his pyjamas.

"Whatcha doin?" He asked and Garcia spun around in her chair.

"Talk about a long nap," she chuckled. "I'm just contacting a PD in Madison."

"Case?" Spencer asked. The team had only been on one real case since Spencer's ordeal and that only lasted a day and he had still been at the office when they'd got back. Spencer was sure that Strauss had been handing cases to other teams while theirs recovered.

"It looks like, snuggly," she sighed. "Come on,"she said, offering him her hand and getting ready to leave, files already under her arm. Spencer stared in horror at her hand.

"I'm 'till in my pyjamas!" Spencer cried. Garcia rolled her eyes.

"There's no time, come on," she practically pulled him from the couch and he walked awkwardly at her side, trying to hide his scooby doo pyjamas. His cheeks darkened when a few agents 'aw'ed as he went by.

"Gawcia," he hissed, glaring up at her as his bare feet hurried along the carpet.

"We're almost there," she passed the team and held up the files. "I've got a case for you lot!"

They gathered in the conference room, Spencer sat on his chair, which had been filled with books and pillows for spencer to sit on so that he wasn't standing on the seat to see them. He folded his arms, ignoring the smirks his team gave him at the sight of his pyjamas.

He vaguely listened to them as they discussed the case and all too soon they were all standing up.

"Grab your go bags, wheels up in 20," Hotch said, standing up from his seat and gathering his file.

"Uh...Sir?"

"Yes, Garcia?"

"Will I be looking after Spencer?"

Hotch paused by the door, suddenly realising that he couldn't take Spencer with them.

"Right...yea," He rummaged in his pocket and pulled out his keys, removing his house key from the set and handing it to Garcia. "You should probably pick up some of his stuff."

Spencer gaped at them. He'd hoped that Hotch and Strauss would change their minds and let him come with them after all, clearly that was not the case.

"B-but-" he started. Garcia covered his mouth with her hand before he could argue which he'd started doing a lot more of lately.

"Will do, Sir. You won't have to worry, I'll take good care of him," she promised before turning to Spencer. "Sleepover!" She squealed and Spencer hid his face in his hands and groaned.

"We called Will and Haley so Jack and Henry are sorted, you just need to get some clothes for Spencer," JJ said after they took a break from talking about the case. Garcia nodded at the webcam, a smile spreading over her lips.

"Okay, just so you know, he is in good hands, I won't let anything happen to him so you have nothing to worry about and-"

"Garcia, we trust you," JJ Chuckled.

"I know, I know, I just want you to-"

"Where is half-pint?" Rossi asked from his far seat on the jet.

"He's taking his nap," Garcia said proudly, glancing around at the couch. She had to doubled take, her eyes widening when she saw the nest was empty.

"Another one?" Hotch queried.

"I did catch him midnight reading again," JJ added and Hotch whirled around to her.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He Hissed.

"Because you would've made a big deal out of it."

"He shouldn't be-"

Morgan interrupted the arguing couple by leaning into the laptop

"Let's see him," Morgan said with a little disbelief in his voice. He didn't believe that Spencer would go to sleep that easily.

Garcia rolled her eyes and snapped her head around where Spencer was on the couch... was. Her eyes widened when she saw the nest was now empty. She gazed around the room and felt her breath hitch with panic when she didn't spot the boy.

"Well?" Morgan's impatient voice called her back to reality.

"Uh..." Garcia turned around slowly and plastered a false smile over her face. "He...Uh... I don't want you disturbing him... anyway... I'll Uh... see what I can find, see you guys in a bit," she tapped a button to end the call and launched from her seat.

"Spencer!" She yelled, searching behind the colourful pillows and ripping the blankets up. When she found nothing she darted about the room.

She yanked open her office door and whipped her head up and down the corridor.

"Spencer!" She hissed, stepping out and walking as calmly as she could as not to attract attention. She got into the conference room and ducked under the table.

She racked her mind to the last moment she saw Spencer.

"Pyjamas?"

"Check," Spencer motioned to the scoring doo pyjamas he'd kept on since the team had left.

"Rabbit?"

Spencer rolled his eyes and held the rabbit in his clutches up.

"Check."

"You're all set baby bear, hop in your nest and go to sleep," she said and Spencer groaned before doing as she asked. She threw a blanket over him and kissed his cheek which he rubbed off with a smirk, quickly sticking his tongue out at her.

Garcia started typing and glanced around to check on him.

"Sleep," she ordered when she caught Spencer's wide eyes staring back at her.

The next time she checked his eyes were shut and his thumb was stuck in his mouth.

She stood up from under the table and smacked her head on the edge.

"Damnit," she cursed, rubbing her head where a lump was forming.

"Spencer!" She growled. She broke through the doors and gazed out at the bullpen. Spencer wasn't at his desk or the other desks for that matter.

She burst into Rossi's office, leaving the door open not caring about Rossi's 'close-the-door-after-you' rule as she moved on to Hotch's office and slammed into the door which flew open. She flicked the light on and glanced around the room.

"Spencer," she whispered. She was about to turn and leave to check another office when she saw something move. She marched up to the desk and sighed in relief.

Sat in Hotch's desk chair was Spencer, curled into a ball, thumb in his mouth and a rabbit in his suffocating clutches.

Garcia wasn't sure what to do so she poked him gently. Spencer mumbled in his sleep and curled up tighter. She sighed realising there was no point in waking him up.

You've seen JJ do this like a hundred time, she thought to herself. How hard can it be?

Slowly; agonisingly slow, she reached down and gently pulled Spencer's arms up and lifted him carefully. He whined as he lost the warmth he'd created on the seat. Garcia panicked and quickly brought him to her chest, instantly wrapping her arms around him to recreate the warmth he lost. Spencer sighed and melted against her.

"Thank god," she whispered.

"Spencer! Get down from there!" Garcia yelled, standing up and grabbing Spencer's arm.

"What?" Spencer asked, looking back at her blankly from where he'd been stood on a wobbly chair.

"If you can't reach you ask me! You could've fallen from there," She chided. Spencer glanced around at himself and grimaced a little. He'd been stood on a chair that he'd parked in front of the bookshelf where he'd spotted a thick book on the top of the shelf.

"Sowwy," he mumbled, letting Garcia lift him off.

"That's...that's okay, but don't try anything like that again," Garcia scolded in her best 'motherly concern' voice. Spencer hung his head and looked incredibly ashamed. Garcia was certain he would cry so she quickly pulled him to the couch.

"H-how about we watch something? Your choice," she offered, grabbing the remote, and handing it to him.

Penelope, you pushover, she thought, rolling her eyes at herself.

"B-but I was bad," he mumbled, scratching his head in confusion.

"You weren't bad... you just... scared me, that's all," Garcia whacked on her biggest smile.

"Oh... Okay, Sowwy... do you Uh... do you have Lowd of the Wings?" He asked quietly.

Garcia eyed him with amusement.

"I didn't think you were a fan," she said, raising an eyebrow.

"It's not as good as Star Wars but-"

"Yes it is," Garcia snapped.

"No it's not."

"Is-"

"Wed...r-r-rwed. Urgh! Puw-pur-purwple..." Spencer growled angrily, kicking his legs against the couch.

"What are you doing?" Garcia asked, a smirk on her face. Spencer looked up and pouted.

"I'm twying...tr-trw..." he huffed miserably. "Trw-trwing to pwo-prwnounce my wowds prwoperly."

"It doesn't help that your statement contained a good amount of 'r's," she chuckled, which didn't cheer the boy up.

"Why's it not wowking!?" He huffed, folding his arms and pouting. Garcia lifted him into her lap and brushed the hair from his eyes.

"Spence, you know you don't have to worry about that."

"But I sound stupid," Spencer whimpered.

"How could you, of all people, sound stupid?" Garcia laughed and Spencer couldn't help the smile that slipped over his lips.

"It's not what I say, it's how I say it," he corrected.

"Oh right, well in that case..."

Spencer glared up at her, but soon broke it with a grin and she wrapped her arms around him tighter.

"Honestly, Boy Genius, we will always love you, no matter how you sound."

"But I want-"

"Look, if it means that much to you I'll...I'll teach you."

"Weally?" Spencer looked up at her with big puppy dog eyes which she practically melted under.

"Of course, but you have to promise me not to stand on chairs again. Oh and not to say that Star Wars is better than the Lord of the Rings."

"It is-"

"Spencer," she warned.

"Fine. I promise!"

The team were only gone for another day and Garcia was thankful to hand Spencer back to JJ and Hotch who were equally thankful to have him back.

"I love him and I love having him, but I was on edge every second you were gone," Garcia shook her head at the memory of Spencer fiddling around in the bottom of the blender, which just so happened to be plugged in.

"What'd he do?" Hotch asked, ruffling a sleepy Spencer's hair, who gripped Hotch's shirt in return and nuzzled his face into his bosses his neck, too tired too care.

"Nothing...nothing," Garcia said quickly, covering her relief with a cheesy smile.

"I was just readjusting the blade," Spencer mumbled into Hotch's shoulder before he closed his eyes. JJ and Hotch exchanged a look of horror.

"I think that's my cue to leave," Garcia squeaked, darting back to her lair.

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