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"Spencer, can you wait there a second," Hotch said before Spencer could follow the boys into the front room.

"Huh?" He stopped and stood in the doorframe with his hands clasped innocently behind his back. "Is it my paperwowk?" He mumbled, swallowing nervously.

"No-"

"Because I fowgot to put in the calculations on al-"

"Spencer, you haven't done anything wrong, just listen," JJ cut in and Spencer sucked in his bottom lip guiltily. Hotch gave her a small smile before explaining.

"JJ's mom is coming over today," he said simply.

"Uh-Huh," Spencer said, waiting for the next point.

"JJ's mom, Spencer," Hotch reiterated.

"Oh!" Spencer cocked his head. "Does she know about me?" He asked, a sudden look of anxiety crossing his once content face.

"I told her on the phone last week and... well...that's sort of the reason she's coming," JJ admitted. "She wants to meet you."

"How did she weact?" Spencer mumbled, his face paling.

"Not too bad. She went on about how she wished I'd told her sooner-"

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He squeaked in a quiet voice.

"We didn't want to worry you," Hotch said. He grimaced at the way Spencer was wringing his hands.

"Oh, Spence, there really is nothing to worry about. You just have to try and call her grandma or something and make sure to act extra cute."

"I don't know how" Spencer whimpered.

"You don't really have to do anything, you're an expert already," JJ added and Spencer blushed.

"What if she doesn't like me?" he murmured.

"Fat chance, buddy," Hotch laughed. Spencer fixed him with a serious look and Hotch rolled his eyes. "Seriously, we're more worried about what you'll think of her."

Spencer sat on the couch and chewed his lip. Jack had wrestling on and Spencer stared dully at the screen, his mind wandering elsewhere. He was listening nervously for the sound of the front door clicking open.

Henry strolled in wearing a sweet little outfit and a broad smile. He walked in front of the TV and Jack whined loudly.

"My Grammy is coming today," he announced proudly.

"Good for you, now moooove," Jack moaned, flicking the remote around wildly to signal the boy to shift.

"Spencer hasn't met Grammy. She's real nice, Spence, and she brings cakes!" He gasped, twirling on the spot happily and getting in Jack's way again.

"Henry, moooooooove!"

Henry smirked and stood, once more, right in front of the TV.

"HENRY!" Jack shouted. Henry didn't make any attempt at moving so Jack slammed the remote into the pillow and jumped off the couch. He tackled Henry, not too roughly, to the rug, all the while Henry screamed and giggled as he kicked out at his brother.

"Spencer! Help me pin him down. I'll hold, you tickle," the 8-year old yelled. Henry made a loud squeal and struggled more. Spencer grinned.

Now, this is something I'm good at, he thought, sliding off the couch. He always used to pretend to lose tickle fights for the boys' amusements and now he could finally get his revenge.

"Ahhh! No! Help!" Henry screamed with laughter. "Maahhhh-M-Mummy!" He cried as Spencer tickled his ribs and giggled wickedly. JJ paused at the door frame and sighed in relief.

"Play nice, boys," she said.

"No! Come back, Mummy! Save me!" Henry pleaded.

"I have a feeling this attack was unprovoked," she chuckled. "An-" she was cut off by the chime of the doorbell.

The boys froze, but Henry quickly wriggled from under his brothers and bolted for the door. Spencer retreated into the corner, biting his lip furiously while Jack perched on the couch, going back to his show.

A skinny woman with frail blonde hair, pulled back into a ponytail and a delicate purse hanging from her wrist stepped into the house, embracing her daughter with ardor before wrapping her slender arms around Henry.

"It's so good to see you, mom," JJ beamed at the small woman.

"I've missed you, honey. And you Henry," JJ's mom stroked Henry's blonde hair and the boy smiled shyly.

"Now where's that boyfriend of yours; I need a strong man to get my bags."

"Here," Hotch called, hurrying over. He hugged her and pecked her cheek lightly. "How are you, Sandy?"

"Just fine, thank you, Aaron. Now those bags aren't going to shift themselves," she smirked.

"Bags? How much did you bring, mom?"

"I had to treat my grandsons, especially now I've got three."

Hotch headed out to her car to get the bags.

"You really shouldn't have."

"Now, now, Jenifer. At one point I never thought I'd have any grandchildren, let me spoil them." Sandy glanced around. "Where's Jack?"

"He's watching TV. Jack," JJ called and she heard the telltale padding of feet.

"Yea? Oh hi, Grandma," Jack said nervously, letting Sandy hug him and kiss his forehead.

"Someone told me you turned 8!"

Jack nodded eagerly, his hands behind his back in a polite manner.

"I may have a little something for you, mister. That's if your dad hurries up with the bags."

"Thank you!" Jack gasped. He embraced Sandy's middle. He never had a grandmother until JJ became his second mom.

"You haven't got it yet. You can thank me when you see them," Sandy grinned. She slipped off her shoes and stepped further into the warm house.

"Do you want a coffee?" JJ offered, taking her mother's coat from her.

"Oh, I could murder one. I'll go sit in the front room, shall I?"

"Uh, Yea, I'll be in in a minute, Jack, Henry, take grandma-"

"I think I know my way around well enough."

"You better be showing me your new addition soon," she hissed with excitement, leaning close to JJ so only she could hear.

Henry took his grandmothers hand and guided her into the front room.

Spencer ducked behind the couch and pretended he didn't exist. He was used to it. He'd done it so many times at school when the bullies were prowling; searching for fresh meat.

Hotch dropped off an armful of bags beside the couch and went back out to get the rest.

"What on earth are you watching?" Spencer heard JJ's mom cry.

"Wrestling. That guy is called Jimmy Havok and he- Aw!"

The TV flicked over to a nature channel and Jack groaned loudly.

"Too violent for me, Jack," she added. Spencer looked up and found himself engrossed in the nature channel.

"Aw, gr-"

"Do you want your birthday present?" Sandy added quickly to quell his whining. It worked, his eyes bulged out and he slammed his mouth shut.

Sandy reached into one of the bigger bags and pulled out two packages, one large and rectangular, the other was smaller and looked like a DVD. They were wrapped neatly in navy wrapping paper covered in white stars. Jack jumped forward eagerly and took them, pecking Sandy's cheek gratefully.

Aaron walked in and handed Sandy a coffee. He noticed Jack tearing into his gifts.

"Whatcha got there, buddy?" He asked.

"Grandma got them me."

"Oh, what do you say?"

Jack paused and gave Sandy a toothy smile.

"Thank you, Grandma."

"My pleasure."

"Thank you, Sandy," Hotch added for good measure.

"Cool!" Jack gasped, pulling out the newest edition of bop-it.

"I hope you haven't got one of those," Sandy said and Jack shook his head.

"Nu-uh. I do have a Rubix cube, but Spencer likes to use that," he went about opening the next gift.

"Where is this 'Spencer' that I hear so much about, but have yet to actually see," Sandy raised an eyebrow at Hotch who rubbed the back of his neck.

"He was in here, I'm sure."

Henry peered over the side of the couch and grinned down at Spencer who was hiding behind the arm. Spencer wished he hadn't pushed himself into a corner.

"Yea, he's here, Dad," Henry replied, not realising what he'd just said. Hotch gaped at him for a moment before a smile spread across his face.

"Introduce him, buddy," Hotch said, turning to get his coffee from JJ and inform her on what Henry's had just called him.

Henry hopped off the couch and Spencer held his breath, praying they would ignore him. That wasn't the case. Henry bent down and tugged his little hand up, pulling him to his feet.

Spencer saw the blonde lady and felt his teeth break through his gum as he continued to chew it anxiously.

"So that's where you've been hiding," she grinned.

Spencer backed away a little bit and clung to the arm of the couch. His wide eyes flickered over the woman. He instantly knew she was JJ's mother; they had the same kind features.

"Come on, Spence," Henry insisted, yanking the boy from the couch and removing all safety and sense of security that Spencer had felt.

"Don't rush him, Henry. He's just a little shy, that's all."

"He usually talks a lot more," Jack pointed out, fiddling with his presents.

"I'm surprised he gets a chance to talk with you two chatterboxes," tittered Sandy. She gazed back at the small boy and smiled softly at him. "I've heard a lot about you, Spencer"

Spencer's brow furrowed as he thought for a moment.

"M-Mummy?" He asked.

"Yes, your mummy told me. I'm your Mummy's Mum. That means I'm your grandma," Sandy explained, not knowing whether it was getting through to the child considering how old he was. "You can call me Grammy, like Henry does."

Spencer looked up skeptically and licked his lips as he ran some things through his head.

"Gwandma?" Spencer mumbled and Sandy nodded her head victoriously.

"That's right. That's my name. Can you say Grammy?"

"Gwammy," Spencer repeated.

"Good job," Sandy cried and Spencer felt his cheeks blush. "Can you say your brother's names?" She tested.

"Yea. Dats Jack and dats Henwy."

"That's right and they're your big brothers, right?"

Spencer nodded.

"And he's our little brother," Jack said proudly.

"I know. Your little brother is a bit of a smartie pants, isn't he?"

"He can hear you, Grammy," Henry giggled, rolling his eyes.

"Of course he can, can't you sweetie?"

Spencer nodded shyly.

"Come here, I want the have a good look at you," Sandy motioned Spencer over to her and he swallowed thickly before taking a step forward. She gently took his skittish arms in her hands and looked him over, her fingers brushing his messy hair back and stroking his thin arms. Suddenly, and before Spencer could protest he was being lifted into her lap and enveloped in a soft hug. He squeaked with fear, but calmed in Sandy's warm embrace.

"Well, aren't you a handsome little guy," she observed, sitting him beside her on the couch. Spencer couldn't help it: he gaped up at her with vivid infatuation, his wide, chocolate eyes searching her curiously. No doubt he looked like a two year old.

"What about me!? Am I handsome, Grammy?" Henry queried, crossing his arms, a hint of jealousy in his continence.

"Oh, of course you are, angel. And so is Jack. You're all dashing!"

Jack glanced around and beamed before smacking his bop-it to restart the game.

"I got you boys a treat, but don't tell your parents," Sandy warned in a hushed tone, revealing three chocolate lollipops from her bag. She handed the milk chocolate ones to Jack and Henry. They were slightly bigger and were shaped like race cars with dark chocolate wheels and white chocolate headlights and windscreen. She carefully unwrapped Spencer's and held it out for him to take. His was white chocolate and in the shape of a dinosaur. He knew it was a diplodocus, but he also knew that a child his age wouldn't know that so he didn't relay the fact. He took it politely and examined the dinosaur to clarify.

"Fank you," he mumbled, biting part of the dinosaurs head off.

"You are more than welcome, Honey. I also have a few more presents for you-"

"Uh Oh... do I see chocolate?" JJ said, waking in with a cup of coffee and the cookie jar.

"Mmhmm," Spencer said through a mouthful, turning his lolly around for JJ to see. Jack and Henry revealed their half eaten racecars, chocolate covering all of their faces.

"Oh wow!" Hotch gasped, marvelling at the shapes for the boys amusments.

"Pass me that blue bag, will you, Aaron," Sandy commanded, pointing to the bag. Hotch delivered it to her lap and took a seat beside JJ.

"Oh, Jenifer, the black bag is filled with clothes. I wasn't sure what Spencer's size was, but from what you said I got the age two, so he'll grow into them."

JJ opened the bag and sighed.

"Mom, you really didn't have to. This is too much," JJ said, pulling out a stripy onesi that she doubted Spencer would ever wear.

"Nonsense. He will have nowhere near as much clothes as these two," Sandy excused herself, digging into the bag on her lap. She pulled out three teddy bears. One was blue and had a soccer kit on. The other was green and wore a spacesuit. The last was a natural dark brown teddy with what looked like an archeologist outfit on.

"Jack, this ones yours," she handed him the blue one. "Henry, this is yours," the green went to Henry. "And this one is for Spencer," Spencer took the bear carefully and stared up at Sandy in bewilderment.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because thats just what grandma's do." She turned to JJ who was still delving through the clothes. "I wasn't sure what Spencer was into and I thought this outfit was sweet. Also, I didn't think he'd have a favourite colour yet, and besides they only did a few other colours and they weren't as nice," Sandy explained to an overwhelmed JJ.

"Fant you!" Spencer cried, wrapping his arms around Sandy's side and pressing his face into her chest. If this was what having a Grandma was like, Spencer was definitely a fan. Sandy grinned and hugged him back, pulling him against her and letting him relax into her warmth. He held his teddy and settled beside her, redirecting his attention to the TV.

"I see you're acquainted," Hotch chuckled, looking over at Spencer who was leaning into Sandy's side, lolly and teddy bear in hands and his eyes latched on the TV screen.

"Quite right, Aaron. Do forgive me for what I said on the phone. This wasn't a stupid decision," Sandy admitted, stroking her bony fingers through the toddler's messy curls.

"Don't worry, mom. You weren't the first, anyway."

"Why don't we go out for lunch? My treat," she offered.

"Oh mom, you don't have to do that."

"But I want to. I don't get to see the boys much and now there's another one I think it's time I show them what Grammy's do."

It wasn't long before they were pulling into a Denny's.

Jack, JJ, and Sandy got out of her car and waited for Hotch to park. Spencer fumbled with the frustrating strap that locked him into the monstrous car seat.

"I'll get Spencer," Sandy insisted, rushing over to Spencer's side and opening his door. Spencer looked up and smiled at the older woman. "Fun ride, sweetie?"

"Uh-Huh," Spencer replied, sitting still so she could unclip him. He reached his arms up to allow her to lift him out. He waited until the door was slammed shut before he wriggled to be put down, but Sandy hitched him on her hip and followed the others inside.

"Table for 6, please," Hotch said as soon as a waitress batted an eyelash.

"And a high chair," Sandy put in, squeezing Spencer's leg as he glanced around the quiet restaurant.

"We happen to have just that. Window suit Y'all?" The young waitress asked, slipping her gum beneath her tongue while she talked.

"Yea!" Jack answered, pointing to the free booth he'd been eying up.

"That's what I like to hear. Follow me," she grabbed three adult menus, three children's and three packs of crayons.

"This what you were wanting, Hun?" The waitress asked Jack, motioning to the booth he'd wanted.

"Yea, Thanks!" He giggled, squeezing into the corner. Spencer gripped Sandy's shirt, his eyes catching two giant sundaes waiting on the counter. He licked his lips, and stretched his neck to get a better look over Sandy's shoulder.

"I'll get this little guy that high chair you was asking for," the waitress added, adjusting her skirt and hurrying behind the counter. Spencer made a small, disappointed noise when a well rounded waitress took the sundaes to a far away table.

"Jack, let JJ go in the corner."

"Aw, why?" Jack moaned, shuffling back out to let the blonde in.

"Because you always need the toilet," Hotch said sternly. He slipped in the opposite side and Henry sat beside him. The high chair arrived and Sandy, who seemed to have called dibs on Spencer, sat him in it, buckling him down before taking a seat next to Henry.

Spencer shifted uncomfortably in the hard wooden high seat. He wished he was in the cushioned one back at home. He whipped his head around and caught a family eating the sundaes he'd been drooling over. He sighed and folded his arms, searching his menu for a sundae.

They all started skimming over their menus, but Sandy wasn't at all focused on the task at hand.

"How's Will?" Sandy pried and JJ kissed her teeth

"He's fine, mother," she hissed through gritted teeth with a hint of annoyance.

"That's good," Sandy paused, glancing at her options. "And how's Claudia?"

JJ set down her menu, trying to keep her anger under control.

"I'm sure she's... fine. I'd rather not talk-" JJ started, but Henry piped up eagerly.

"I saw her last week!" He cried in revelation. "She always wears stuff that makes her face look real orange and her lips were all red and sticky," he informed his grandmother.

"She sounds delightful," Sandy snickered, but Henry wasn't finished.

"She's alright, but she likes spraying smelly stuff and she's always kissing Daddy. And she's not as pretty as Mummy," he stated proudly.

"I second that," Hotch winked at the blonde who blushed.

"Of course she's not. So, Aaron," Sandy said, turning her focus on Hotch. "How's Haley doing?"

"Khm... she's Uh... Fine, I guess," he said quickly.

"Is she seeing anyone?"

"Mom," JJ warned, but Sandy waved her away.

"I'm not entirely sure. She's quite private," Hotch said and before Sandy could open her mouth again the waitress was back to take their orders.

"Can I get y'all drinks?" She chirped, smacking gum between her teeth and smiling sweetly.

"Jack, Henry, d'you guys want a soda?" Hotch asked causing JJ to raise an eyebrow. "As a treat," he added quickly.

The boys nodded eagerly and pointed to the drinks.

"Fanta and 7-up, actually make that two 7-ups. Jay, what do you want?"

"Can I just have some water, please."

The waitresses pen danced along her pad.

"Mom?" JJ pressed her mother on. She was still pouring over the menu.

"I think I'll have the ice tea," Sandy nodded and looked up at Spencer who was wriggling miserably. "What does Spencer normally have?" She asked Aaron.

"Uh, no soda," he replied and Spencer scrunched his nose up at Hotch. "How about a milkshake, buddy?"

Spencer shrugged and narrowed his eyes at the milkshakes on the kids' menu.

"'Nilla?" He asked hopefully and Hotch nodded, to which Spencer's eyes lit up.

"Okay. Now, how about something to eat? Have y'all decided?" The waitress asked, jotting down a small vanilla milkshake.

They ordered their food and settled back into the conversation that was, thankfully, devoid of their ex's.

"And how's work?" Sandy asked, sipping her ice tea. A milkshake was placed in front of Spencer and he gasped at the thick whipped cream frothing over the top. He dipped a little finger into it and licked the cream off with a smile curling at his lips.

"It's been quiet lately. I have a feeling it won't stay that way for long," Hotch muttered, helping put a straw into Henry's soda. "How's your work?"

Sandy gave a small wave as if the subject wasn't worth words.

"You don't want to hear about my work. Anyway, I need to know what made you decide to extend your family?"

Spencer wasn't listening, he was craning his neck to reach the top of the milkshake and lick off the cream which he was starting to make a dent in. He jolted suddenly as he tried to reach too far and his nose smacked into the cream. He let his tongue roam around his top lip, stretching it up but just missing his nose which was smothered in cream.

"We had been trying for a while," JJ said, her fingers tracing the glass in her hands. "And it hasn't been working so Uh... so-"

"We went for adoption," Hotch finished with a big grin.

"Grammy?" Henry kicked his feet against the booth impatiently.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Will you come to my birthday party?" He asked.

"Course I will."

"Uh..." JJ handed Sandy a napkin and pointed to Spencer. "Do you mind?"

Sandy glanced at her youngest grandson and laughed at the sight of his cream smeared face as he struggled to reach the straw.

"Oh dear. Spencer, sweetheart, look at me."

Spencer let go of his straw and looked over at Sandy, his eyes wide and innocent. Sandy quickly wiped the toddlers face with the damp napkin and he squeaked with alarm at the sudden assault and tried to push the motherly hands away.

"Hold still," she instructed, cleaning up his hands before he rubbed them in his clothes.

"I got kids spaghetti," they all glanced up to see their waitress was back. Spencer managed to squirm away from Sandy.

Soon enough Spencer had a bowl of mac and cheese to compliment his milkshake that had sticky fingerprints covering the glass. He started to tuck in and growled at his fork which he struggled enough with on its own, his grip tenuous, but it refused to squarer the macaroni pieces.

Sandy watched him attempt to feed himself and turned to her daughter.

"Is he always that independent?" She asked with a soft smile.

"Not always, grandma. He still can't reach the cookies on his own," Jack said, taking a bite of his cheeseburger.

"When did you have a cookie?" Hotch asked suspiciously. Jack froze mid-bite, and Henry's eyes widened. Neither spoke.

"We had one last night," Spencer said helpfully. Jack glanced up at him and then back down, slowly chewing his burger and trying desperately to avoid eye contact with his dad.

"Oh you did, did you?"

"Uh-Huh. We need some mowe chocolate chip," Spencer added.

JJ set frown her fork and folded her arms. Henry and Jack hung their heads and hid their smiles guiltily.

"That's really bad, boys. You know you have to ask before you take. We won't be getting any more cookies," JJ scolded.

"Why not, Mummy?" Spencer asked sweetly, cocking his head inquisitively and working his puppy dog eyes on her.

"You all should know better."

"Come on, Jennifer. He hasn't even turned two yet," Sandy said.

"No more cookies for a week. And we will be keeping the jar on a high shelf from now on," Hotch deadpanned. The three boys started to protest and moan.

"But that's not fair!" Henry whined loudly, kicking his feet harshly against the booth.

"You need to learn the rules," Hotch added.

"No mowe chocolate chip?" Spencer whimpered.

"I'll get you some of those," Sandy whispered to Spencer as she leaned in to stab macaroni on his fork.

"Don't encourage him!"

When they got home JJ checked the cookie jar and found that their cookie supplies had diminishedsignificantly.

The rest of the day blurred into one. It consisted of Spencer showing Sandy his room and she'd commented on how bare it looked and promised to get him even more stuffed animals to add to his growing collection.

Before dinner, they played cards. Spencer knew he couldn't play so instead he sat on JJ's lap and helped her play, subtly pointing to the cards she should use. She won of course.

Hotch finished pouring coffee and sat down beside JJ in the kitchen, the three of them listening to the giggles coming from the next room.

"I have a feeling this house is going to be a noisy one," Sandy Chortled into her mug. JJ glanced at the clock. It was fast approaching Spencer's bedtime and from the high pitched giggling, she had a feeling that it wasn't going to be an easy night.

As if to solidify her doubts, Spencer rushed past the kitchen to the front room. Hotch chuckled to himself; he could hear the 'Doctor Who' theme tune trickling out of the other room and he shook his head.

"Well there goes bedtime," he laughed.

"We'll give him 15 more minutes," JJ compromised. "Henry and Jack can go to bed at 7, but Spencer didn't have a long nap earlier."

"You two really know how to handle them," Sandy pointed out, smiling proudly at them.

15 minutes later Hotch set his coffee down with a sigh and excused himself from the ladies. He trudged into the front room where all three boys were snuggled up on the couch. Jack leaning against the arm, Spencer curled up on the central cushion with Henry resting his feet on Spencer's legs, his head resting on the other arm. All three of them were engrossed with the TV; a Cyberman was stood talking to the doctor, who was throwing fancy words back at the robotic creature. Spencer glanced up sleepily at Hotch but his eyes fell back on the tv as he sucked his thumb quietly.

"Spencer," Hotch mumbled. "Time for bed, buddy," he whispered, stepping over and standing in front of Spencer's view of the screen.

"Mmmmhh," Spencer whined, squinting between Hotch's legs at the scene unfolding on the TV.

"Come on. You can watch the rest in the morning," Hotch reached out and started to lift the boy into his arms.

"Ohhhh, nooo," Spencer moaned miserably, whipping his head back and forth to keep watching.

"Say night, boys."

"Night, Spence," Jack and Henry mumbled, not taking their eyes off the screen.

"Wanna s-stay," Spencer whimpered, refusing to sit still in Hotch's arms. "Daddy!" He whined. Hotch rubbed circles on his back and took him from the room swiftly as not to disturb the other boys.

Spencer sighed, realising there was nothing he could do so he melted into Hotch's arms, resting his head on the man's surprisingly comforting shoulder.

Hotch paused in front of the kitchen and waved at the ladies, motioning to the tired boy in his arms. Spencer felt his eyes closing.

"Aw, bless him. It's been a busy day," Sandy said quietly, coming to the door and peeking over Hotch's shoulder at Spencer.

"I'll be back in a minute," Hotch whispered, patting Spencer's back, causing the boy to sink further into him.

Hotch tiptoed up the stairs, careful not to jolt Spencer who was drifting to sleep.

He pushed the door to Spencer's room opened and rolled his eyes at the mess of stuffed animals waiting on his bed. He stepped inside and pushed a few of the stuffed animals onto the floor, being sure to leave the rabbit in the bed. He unhooked Spencer's fingers from his shirt and gently laid the boy on the bed. Spencer whined, reaching out for contact. Hotch hushed him and pulled the covers up over his small frame.

Spencer opened his eyes a crack and reached out for his rabbit, pulling it close to his chest. He sighed in content.

"Night, Daddy," Spencer mumbled in his sleep, his thumb once again firmly between his baby teeth.

"Night, Spence," Hotch whispered with smile. He bent down and pressed his lips to Spencer's forehead and pushed his hair from his eyes. He flicked the nightlight on before leaving the room, keeping the door open a jar in case Spencer needed to get out.

He paused outside the door for a minute, listening in to make sure Spencer had gone to sleep. Once he was sure he crept back down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"He go down okay?" JJ asked.

"Yea, he was practically asleep in my arms."

Hotch sat down and took to drinking his cooling coffee. Just as he was finishing the mug his cellphone started ringing. He groaned and JJ stood to answer it for him.

"It's okay, I'll get it," Hotch insisted, peeling away from his chair and staggering to the incessant ringing. He frowned at the number displayed on the phone. It wasn't one he recognised.

Hotch picked up the phone carefully and held it to his ear.

"Hotchner," He deadpanned.

"Mr. Hotchner. We were informed of a change in phone number on Dr. Reid's contact information," Hotch raised an eyebrow; he hadn't heard Spencer called that in a while.

"I'm sorry, who is this?" He asked.

"We are calling from Bennington's sanitarium."

"Has something happened? Is Mrs. Reid okay?"

"Everything is Fine, Mr. Hotchner. We are calling by request of Diana. She wishes to see her son."

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