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Hotch woke up to find Jack draped across his chest. He turned his head and found Spencer cuddled up to his other side.

"Morning," whispered JJ. Hotch glanced up and found her staring back at him; a small smile on her lips.

"Who's idea was this?" He groaned in a quiet voice, but he was also smiling.

"I think it just kinda... happened," she whispered back. A loud moan came from the other side of the bed and Henry sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Good sleep?" JJ asked. Henry shrugged and slid out from under the sheets. He padded barefoot from the room and JJ and Hotch listened to the sound of the stairs creaking.

"He's just like you in the morning," chuckled Aaron. JJ smacked his arm playfully and drew closer to him, despite Spencer being between them. She absentmindedly stroked Spencer's unwashed hair.

"I think you'll find I'm not the grumpy one in the morning; especially compared to you," she hissed.

"Oh really? Who thinks I'm grumpy?" Hotch asked, raising his eyebrows and doubting that any member of the team would speak out against him in such a way.

"Rossi."

"Rossi?" Hotch Laughed and he felt Jack shift. "He is the definition of 'grumpy old man.'"

"You better not let him hear you say that," warned JJ.

"He's in for it now."

"Dad..." Jack lifted his head up and stared at his father groggily.

"Morning, sleepyhead," JJ simpered. Jack glanced at her and smiled weakly.

"I'm hungry," he muttered.

"I'll come make you breakfast in a minute-"

The sound of the TV boomed from downstairs.

"Turn it down, Henry!" JJ yelled, awakening the small boy between them with a sudden jolt.

"Go downstairs and watch TV with Henry and we'll be down soon," Hotch finished. Jack pushed himself up and he shuffled off the bed and across the floor. Spencer scowled up at Hotch and JJ before letting his head fall back on the pillow.

"It's time to get up, Spence," JJ chirped. Spencer whined and stretched himself on the mattress. "Come on, you need a bath before breakfast," she added, looking at his greasy brown curls.

"I wanna s'eep," mumbled Spencer as he pressed his face into the sheets.

"No can do. We have a busy day," Hotch said. Slowly Spencer lifted his head and he glanced up at the two faces smiling down at him. He frowned in confusion and looked down at his onesie.

"What's going on?" He cried suddenly jumping up from the bed. He lent on his knee and howled in pain; JJ and Hotch jumped to attention.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" JJ asked, her face scrunched up with concern as she touched Spencer's shoulder. Spencer stretched his leg out and shook off the pain.

"I'm fine," he insisted, pushing JJ's hand away.

"You're not. Jay, where did you leave his meds?"

"Meds? I don't need meds," Spencer shook his head insistently.

"The doctor prescribed them, buddy. You need them right now," Hotch said, fishing out the prescription bag from his bedside table. He pulled a bottle from the bag and a measuring spoon.

"I'll go run a bath while you do that and then start breakfast. Think you can handle the bath?" JJ asked, her eyebrow raised in doubt. Hotch rolled his eyes as he poured out a spoon of medicine.

"I'm sure we'll be fine," He sang in an uncomfortably sweet voice in order to annoy his partner. JJ grinned and slipped out of the room. Hotch sat up and went to give Spencer the medicine when the boy obstinately pressed his lips together.

"Come on, buddy. This will make you feel better," he insisted.

"I Tan do it," mumbled Spencer defiantly.

"I'm not about to risk a spillage, now open up," Hotch ordered. Spencer looked into his eyes and saw he wasn't playing and so with a reluctant sigh he opened his mouth and let Hotch give him the medicine. "One more," Hotch ordered when Spencer made a face and grimaced while he swallowed the repulsive liquid.

"But it's gwoss," Spencer whimpered as he opened his mouth for the second spoon and he twitched with disgust as he struggled to swallow it.

"Good boy," Hotch praised and Spencer glared at him. "Let's go pick out your clothes while JJ gets the bath ready." Hotch held his arms out to Spencer who just stared at them. He sighed and picked Spencer up, hitching him on his hip and holding his injured leg with his hand.

"Ow," Spencer yelped when Hotch moved his leg.

"Do you now see why you can't be walking around?" Hotch questioned and Spencer nodded slowly and sulkily.

Hotch went into Spencer's room and started rummaging through his drawers.

"Anything you want to wear in particular?"

"Just not a onesie," grumbled Spencer.

"Noted."

He pulled out a light blue shirt which was covered in small white paw prints. He matched it with a purple sweater and a pair of light blue shorts so that he could wrap Spencer's leg back up and avoid it being knocked.

"Aaron! Baths ready," JJ called from out in the hallway. Spencer glanced out towards the sound and gave JJ a little wave as she hurried down the stairs.

Hotch threw the clothes over his shoulder and marched into the bathroom where he put Spencer on the toilet seat and started to unzip the onesie.

"Wait!" Spencer gasped.

"Don't make this hard, Spencer," sighed Hotch.

"I'm not," Spencer grunted, folding his arms so Hotch couldn't pull the zip further. Hotch leaned back on his heels and just raised his eyebrows at the stubborn toddler.

"You are and you know it."

Spencer pouted But didn't try to help Hotch.

"If you keep this up I'll... I'll put you in a timeout," Hotch quipped trying to make his voice sound authoritative. It seemed to work as Spencer dropped his arms, his mouth falling open in protest.

"Huh? You tan't do dat," he bawled.

"I think you'll find that under my guardianship I can enforce punishment if you don't do what you're told."

"No you tan't," Spencer argued. Hotch sighed for what felt like the hundredth time and stood up.

"Don't move from this spot until I say. If you still won't cooperate then I'll have to take away Star Wars-"

"Nooooo!" Spencer cried.

"-for a week." Hotch left the toddler huddled on the toilet seat with a horrified look on his face.

He couldn't help but smirk as he changed into casual clothes. He made their bed before making his way back to the bathroom where quite muttering was leaking through the door crack. He leaned his head against the door and listened to the angry mumbling of "time out? I'm twenty-seven... I don't need a timeout," and there were lots of grumblings of how the situation was "not fair." He pushed the door open and Spencer looked up from the rug he'd been glaring at with a fierce hatred.

"Are you ready for your bath?" Hotch asked. Spencer hung his head again and mumbled incoherently.

"What was that?"

"Yes..."

Hotch rolled his eyes and bent in front of the grumpy boy.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes... Aawon?"

"Nope."

"Yes, I'm weady fow my bath, Daddy," Spencer mumbled quickly.

"That's better. Here's the deal: you let me take off your pyjamas and bandage and then I'll hand you a towel and you can take off... the rest, Okay?"

"Fine," huffed Spencer. "You wewe two minutes fowty free seconds by the way," he added and Hotch just smirked

"Next time you have a time out I'll be sure to set a timer." Hotch hastened to the small boy and unzipped his onesie all the way, revealing the boy's blue underwear with a shark printed on the front (the only pair Rossi could find for Spencer's age at the store) and Spencer blushed a deep red. Hotch carefully pulled the onesie over Spencer's bandaged leg and Spencer sucked his bottom lip in when pain flared through it. "Sorry," Hotch muttered as he pulled off the rest of the tiger onesie.

"You Tan buwn dat," Spencer growled glaring at the onesie as if it were an Unsub. Hotch held up the onesie and pouted sarcastically.

"Why, uncle Dave would be upset to hear that."

"Uncle Dave won't be doing anymowe shopping fow me," Spencer concluded, his arms folded in annoyance as he tried to cover himself.

Hotch rolled his eyes and carefully unwrapped Spencer's leg. He tried to avoid staring at the deep smattering of bruises across Spencer's chest. He made a mental note to remind himself to set an alarm for Spencer's next dose. Keeping up his side of the bargain, Hotch handed Spencer the towel and turned his back.

"Weady," Spencer mumbled. Hotch turned and lifted the towel-clad toddler into the bath, whipping the towel away before it got soaked. Instantly, Spencer gathered the bubbles around his body to cover up.

"Here, clean yourself up," Hotch said, handing Spencer a bubbly washcloth. Spencer nodded and started wiping his face and chest with it, which elicited winces of pain ashis fingers brushed his broken ribs. Hotch filled the bath jug and poured it over Spencer's greasy hair. Once it was wet he lathered it with apple-scented shampoo.

"I tan smell dat from hewe," Spencer commented as he dunked the washcloth under the warm bath water and made a soft "boom" noise with his mouth as if the cloth were a sinking ship.

"It's not bad," Hotch replied. He pulled Spencer's head back gently and rinsed off the shampoo. He stole the washcloth from Spencer who wasn't really using it productivity anymore and ran it down Spencer's back.

"Hey, I was using dat," Spencer whined, splashing the water and almost catching Hotch.

"I'm almost finished," Hotch threw the washcloth back and Spencer grabbed it from the soapy water. "Okay, you're done. Let's get you dry and changed."

"Five mowe minutes," Spencer pleaded, blinking up at Hotch with wide puppy dog eyes.

"I thought you didn't even want a bath."

"I do now. Just a few mowe minutes."

Hotch sighed and sat on the toilet seat. "Fine, but I'm hungry so you better hurry up."

"You tan go."

"And let you drown? I think not; I wouldn't like to explain that to Garcia," Hotch scoffed. Spencer huffed but decided not to argue.

After five minutes of listening to Spencer making noises and talking in animated voices to the washcloth as if he were delivering a profile to it, Hotch had had enough.

"Times up."

"But-"

"You can play downstairs with the boys," Hotch grunted impatiently. Spencer glanced at the washcloth as felt heat rush to his cheeks. He released the cloth and tried to stand up but Hotch quickly grabbed him and wrapped him in the towel before he could damage his leg.

"What did we say about that leg?" Reprimanded Hotch.

"Sowwy."

Hotch helped Spencer change quickly and was pleasantly surprised that Spencer didn't make one complaint. The threat of no Star Wars still lingered in the air. Hotch wrapped up Spencer's small leg, lifted him into his arms and hurried downstairs where the smell of something homemade and delicious had been drifting.

"Pancakes?" Hotch queried as he stepped into the kitchen and inhaled deeply. Spencer followed this routine and grinned hungrily.

"You bet. Boys! Breakfasts ready!" She called and she motioned Aaron to a seat as she piled the pancakes on a plate.

"Pancakes?!" Henry gasped, scrambling into his seat and grabbing three pancakes out of fear that Jack and Spencer would try and have more than him. "Why are we having pancakes?" he asked while sticking his tongue out and squeezing toffee sauce over his steaming pancakes.

"It's Spencer's special birthday breakfast. Like when you and Jack have special breakfasts for your birthdays," JJ explained as she drizzled lemon juice and sugar over her pancakes.

"It's Spencer's birthday?" Henry asked; his face contorted in confusion.

"No... well, it was, but we missed it," Jack put in through a mouthful of chocolate covered pancakes. Spencer who had been listening glanced up shyly.

"It's otay," he mumbled.

"Auntie Pen and the rest of the team are coming over to celebrate. We still have to have a party, Spence."

Spencer scowled in bewilderment and Hotch ruffled his damp hair and chuckled.

"I don't need a pawty-" Spencer started, but JJ and Hotch shushed him with meaningful looks.

"Try telling auntie Pen that."

"Eat up, we have some presents to give," Hotch added. Jacks eyes lit up and he shuffled eagerly in his chair.

"Dad, can I go get Spencer's present?" He asked.

"Finish your pancakes first," Hotch commanded. Jack started shoveling his last forkfuls and he shot his father a look, although he was already halfway off his chair. "Go on then," sighed Aaron.

"I didn't get anything for Spence..." Henry muttered sadly.

"Sweetie, you, Daddy and I got Spencer a present, Jack just wanted to get him something extra," JJ added and Henry nodded, lapping up the toffee sauce on his plate.

"Can I get it? Can I give it him?" Henry begged.

"We'll go in the front room in a minute," JJ said as she cut into her last pancake. Henry groaned loudly and made a scene of showing his impatience. Spencer, who had given up using a fork, was reversing the benefits of the bath Hotch had struggled to get him into. His face and fingers were covered in chocolate which he was slowly trying to clean off with his tongue like an uncoordinated puppy.

"He's gonna take ageeeees!" Henry whined and he swung his legs out furiously.

"Go watch some TV in the front room until we're done then," JJ suggested. Henry smiled and hopped down from his seat.

"I'm finished," Spencer announced, Hotch laughed and took away the toddlers plate as Spencer stared at him innocently.

"Yea, I can see that," JJ laughed. She grabbed a washcloth from the sink and wiped over an unsuspecting Spencer's face. The boy jumped violently but calmed when he saw it was JJ's hand holding the cloth. She scrubbed the chocolate from his face and worked on his small fingers.

"Sowwy," he murmured apologetically, seeing how much of a burden he was being.

"Don't worry, Spence. Kids are messy," JJ said simply. "Heads up," she yelled, throwing the cloth at Hotch, who spun around just in time to catch it.

"What a catch," cheered Hotch, giving himself a small round of applause. Spencer joined in and JJ shook her head at the both of them.

"Don't encourage him, Spence," She sniggered, lifting Spencer from his high chair. "Let's go open some presents," she said in an animated voice, forgetting Spencer wasn't a typical two-year-old, yet treating him as such. Spencer didn't seem to notice, but instead, he bounced happily in her arms...like a two-year-old would.

"Awe those fow me?" Spencer asked skeptically, pointing to the presents Henry was staring at.

"Well it's no one else's birthday," JJ chuckled. She sat Spencer on the couch and placed a pillow under his leg to keep it elevated. JJ sat beside him and listened to the thundering steps of someone running downstairs. Jack rushed in with a package in his hand and Hotch followed behind with a coffee.

"Can I give him one first?" Henry asked; his hands hovering over the largest package. JJ nodded and Henry squeaked happily, grabbing the present and depositing it in Spencer's lap. He grinned eagerly and stepped back, waiting to see Spencer's reaction.

"Go ahead, Spence," JJ said after he glanced up at her for confirmation.

"It's from Mummy, Daddy and me," Henry added, biting his lip and swaying with excitement.

Spencer carefully pulled the wrapping off, setting each piece between him and JJ as not to make a mess.

"Wow..." Spencer gasped as he caught a glimpse of the writing on the box.

"Cool!" Henry cried and he staggered forward to get a good look.

"It's all of them," Hotch put in as Spencer read through the titles of the box set.

"Fank you..." He breathed; his fingers traced the titles and he couldn't wait to put one on. "Loot! It has deleted scenes!" Spencer said, pointing at the Star Wars box set, his good leg bounced eagerly. "Tan we watch it now, peas?"

Hotch glanced at JJ who shook her head and he sighed. "Not right now, buddy. You still have more presents to open. We can watch one later, before bed."

"There's another!" Henry called picking up the other present which was soft and squidgy. He dropped it nonchalantly in Spencer's lap and when Spencer didn't make a move to open it (distracted by his Star Wars boxset) Henry started tearing the corner.

"Henry-"

"I'm just helping, mummy," he mumbled, rolling his eyes. Spencer let Henry do most of the work and eventually, he pulled out the gift from the wrapping. "What is it?" Henry said; his nose scrunched up at the item. Spencer lifted the light blue blanket out and pressed it against his face. "Oh," Henry muttered.

"You didn't have to get me so much," whispered Spencer as he stroked the soft blanket.

"That's what Mummies and Daddies do," Henry said sarcastically as if it were the most obvious thing.

"Fank you vewy much!" Spencer said and he reached his arms out to JJ for a hug. She accepted and squeezed him gently, careful of his ribs.

Jack stepped forward next and held out his gift which was haphazardly wrapped, with a bow poking out of the top and two long strips of sellotape holding it in place. "Fanks," Spencer beamed taking the present and pulling at the corners where the wrapping paper was partially torn. He yanked out a brand new Rubix cube and looked up at Jack with wide eyes.

"Now you don't have to borrow mine," Jack explained. Spencer smiled and leaned forward with his arms open wide. Jack returned the embrace and ruffled the boy's clean hair.

"I won't, I pwomise."

"Now I don't have one," Henry sulked, folding his arms bitterly.

JJ was about to answer him when there was a pounding at the door.

"We're here!" sang a voice through the letterbox.

"Who's dat?" Spencer asked, craning his neck towards the door curiously.

"Who do you think?" Hotch remarked as he heaved himself up and answered Garcia's calls. She waltzed in as if it were her own house, with her arms full of bags, wearing a huge smile on her face. A black dress with multicolored polka dots adorned her and a matching sparkly headband pushed back her wavy blonde hair.

"The party's arrived!"

She hurried into the kitchen as Morgan trailed behind her with a less than pleased look on his face for being woken up early on his day off.

Garcia ordered all of the adults to help with preparations and that was how Spencer convinced Hotch to put on Star Wars- Garcia had also chided her boss, insisting that it was Spencer's belated birthday party and that he could do whatever he wanted- so all three boys were sat on the sofa, Henry was scowling at the TV, Spencer had wrapped himself in his new blanket and had his thumb contently in his mouth as he watched the scenes play out and Jack was slowly blowing up balloons.

Rossi arrived not long after but no one came to greet him as he barged through the front door with a present and a bowl of pasta he'd prepared. He got to the front room and put the present down. He cleared his throat and caught the boys attention.

"Hey, Wossi," Spencer mumbled through the thumb in his mouth. Jack stared wide-eyed at Spencer and shook his head.

"Only Daddy and his team can call him that, Spencer," he instructed. "You have to call him Uncle Dave."

Rossi Chuckled and waved Jack off. "Easy mistake, Kiddo."

"Tome and watch Staw Waws with us!" Spencer added, patting the space beside him.

"I think I better go talk to Mummy and Daddy first," Rossi said with a wink. Spencer nodded and lent back into the cushions.

"What am I, chopped liver?" Announced Rossi to the kitchen full of agent's. Garcia spun around and grabbed the pasta from him.

"Of course not," she said snatching the bowl and turning her back on him. "You're our chef. Do you know how to cook hotdogs?" She asked, gliding up to him with a pack of frozen hot dogs. Rossi lifted the packet with disdain.

"First of all, this isn't even food. Secondly, of course, I can cook a hotdog. I can cook anything. Thirdly, what's so hard about sticking these-" he waved the package distastefully in the air, "-in an oven? The instructions are on the packaging."

"I always end up burning them," Garcia shrugged and she whirled back around to her cupcakes to finish decorating them.

"Burning them-?" Rossi frowned at Garcia and then the packet of hot dogs and then back at the 'tech genius.' Garcia was already deep in thought of which cupcakes to ice blue and which to ice green so Rossi just shook his head and tore open the packet. He glanced around at the platefuls of food and wondered if they even needed the hotdogs, then he recalled Emily and Morgan's capability to consume more than their weight in food, as they had proven at the Chinese buffet earlier that year.

The doorbell rang and Hotch wiped his hands with a cloth before answering it. Emily walked in with a huge box of donuts and large squishy presents balancing on top.

"Need any help?" Hotch asked.

"You can grab the presents but keep your mitts off the donuts," She grunted. Hotch did as he was told and dropped the presents off in the front room where Henry had taken a morbid curiosity in them. Hotch peeked over at Spencer who was now leaning against Jack; his blanket over the two of them. Jack's arm was around the smaller boy and he had given up on blowing balloons- the two of them were completely engrossed in the TV- Hotch grimaced at the thought of turning off the DVD and forcing them into the dining room.

Emily glanced at the full kitchen and let out an exasperated sigh. She grabbed Morgan who had been trying to look busy and tugged him into the front room.

"Hey!" He exclaimed.

"I saw the way you were drooling over those cupcakes. Trust me, I was doing Garcia a favour," rebuked Emily. Morgan grumbled but let her push him onto the free couch opposite the boys. She collapsed on the pillows and nudged Morgan, pointing to the boys.

"How are you guys feeling?" she asked in a soft voice that shocked Morgan; he had no idea that Emily had the capability of speaking so gently.

"Good," replied Jack without taking his eyes off the TV.

"Spencer? Are you feeling better today?" she inquired. Spencer looked over at her, his brow furrowing.

"I was otay yestewday," he mumbled, but it was more like a question.

"You slept all day, Kid," sniggered Morgan. "We were here all day and-"

"You wewe?" Spencer gasped; his focus completely off the movie now. Morgan laughed and nodded.

"Yea. You were dead to the world."

"Sowwy," Spencer said, biting his lip and looking guilty.

"You couldn't help needing sleep. Anyway, looks like it's done you good." Morgan took in Spencer's fresh appearance: his hair was washed and the bags under his eyes had lessened. The bruises and gash on his forehead were still prominent against his pale skin, but he looked much better.

"I see you two are being helpful," JJ snickered as she poked her head around the door and her gaze landed on Emily and Morgan.

"Give me a break. I was up early," Morgan whined.

"You should try having kids," said JJ. "Speaking of which, help me get these three into the dining room. Foods ready. Oh and don't let Spencer walk on his leg."

Emily and Morgan simultaneously looked over at the boys in question who did not appear in any way ready to be moved, Henry even glanced at them from where he was playing with his cars and gave them a mischievous grin as if proving that he would not come quietly. Seeing as Morgan wasn't going to make the first move, Emily took the remote and switched off the film. Instantly three moans filled the room followed by infuriated protests.

"Foods ready," Morgan said, hoping to bribe them out of the room.

"I'm not hungry," Henry announced indignantly.

"Tan we finish the film?" Spencer asked sweetly and out came the puppy dog eyes that never failed to catch them off guard.

"Sorry, Kid, but these are your Mum's orders and I don't know about you, but I wouldn't want to question her."

"Peas," begged Spencer. Morgan didn't answer this time, instead he swooped in and lifted Spencer into his arms, under JJ's orders of 'no walking'. He had to avoid eye contact with Spencer in case he was drawn into the 'Reid effect' which had taken on a new meaning now.

"Dewek!" Spencer whined, smacking Morgan's arms futilely.

"Seriously, pretty boy, I wouldn't want to face JJ or Hotch's wrath right now. They look a little stressed," muttered Morgan and Spencer stopped fighting and just simply sat in Morgan's arms until he was deposited in the high chair at the end of the dining room table. Garcia was tiptoeing around the table, setting out food containers and making sure it was all perfect. As she passed Spencer she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, which he quickly wiped off.

"You are going to love your presents," She sang.

Spencer looked around the room and breathed in the mouthwatering smells flooding from each dish. Jack and Henry trudged in not long after having been threatened with a timeout. The boys sat either side of Spencer and tried to reach out for the food.

"Uh uh uh," Rossi tutted, grabbing the boys' hands. "Patience boys."

"But I'm hungry!" wailed Henry and Emily raised her eyebrows at him.

"I thought you said you weren't?"

"I am now, Auntie Em."

JJ handed out plates and the team chose their seats.

"Okay, tuck in kids," Rossi announced when the team was finally settled at the table and Henry was red in the face from his angry mutterings. His hands went straight to a hot dog; he didn't even wait for the sauce and took a huge bite of it dry.

"What do you want, Spence?" asked JJ, holding a plastic plate in one hand and her other poised over the selection.

"Is that jello?" He queried eagerly.

Spencer was back on the couch after a big bowl of jello which he was only allowed to have after a hot dog and a handful of other treats JJ had tossed on his plate. The rest of the team were sat on anywhere that was free and chattered happily. Henry on the other hand had a new hotdog in his hand and was munching it on the rug with Jack opening Spencer's Rubix cube beside him.

Morgan picked up the awkwardly shaped present, which he knew all too well about after having had to wrap it. He stepped up to Spencer who was sitting quietly with his hands in his lap. He looked up at Morgan as he approached and grinned at the older agent.

"Here you go pretty boy."

Spencer took the offered package from Morgan with a grateful smile and began to unwrap it. He pulled off the last strip of stripy wrapping to reveal a soft baseball bat and ball.

"Fanks, Dewek," he gasped, looking at the bat curiously.

"No problem, kid. We'll test it out when it gets warmer."

Spencer was about to reply when Rossi set a gift bag at his side.

"Don't read it too fast," was all the Italian said.

"Wow!" Spencer muttered as he held up the thick book from inside the bag. Encyclopaedia of everything, it read. "Fank you, Uncle Dave," Spencer whispered, he attempted to stand up and give Rossi a hug, but Hotch held him in place, his eyes drifting to Spencer's leg. Spencer gave Dave a broad smile, instead, before returning to gape at the giant book.

"That's okay, Kiddo," And then to Garcia, he muttered, "not that he needs it."

Spencer got a new duvet cover from Emily with Star Wars print over it. She'd also gotten him a Sully plushy, who was apparently from 'Monsters Inc', which Spencer had never heard of and Jack promised to get his copy from Haley's for Spencer to watch. Either way, Spencer loved his new blue friend.

Garcia got him a lot. The presents started with new sets of pyjamas one which matched his plushy (Spencer assumed they shopped in the same place), and the other was a simple red tartan button up set. With that came lots of clothes, and new shoes. She also got him some Star Wars figurines.

Spencer was too busy marvelling at his gifts that he barely noticed JJ walk in with a cake in her hands. It was only when the lights were turned off that he jolted to attention. The team started singing 'Happy Birthday,' Morgan and Garcia trying to outdo each other, causing Jack, Henry, and Spencer to burst our laughing when Morgan hit an extremely high note that hadn't been expected from him. Even Hotch smiled.

Spencer was grinning wildly until the cake was set in front of him and the karaoke competition between Morgan and Garcia ended. He took in the creamy frosting of the ice cream cake and caught sight of the candles. He stared up at JJ in shock and she giggled involuntarily.

"Why awe thewe two candles?" Spencer asked.

"Because you're two, Spence," Jack explained, unaware that Spencer quite understood the concept.

"Yea, you get a candle for however old you are," Henry added. Spencer pouted when he realised he wasn't going to win and so he took in a deep breath and blew out the candles. The team cheered and Spencer felt heat rush to his cheeks.

Spencer stuck his finger in the frosting to taste it and Rossi tapped his hand lightly away and shooed JJ away to cut it. Hotch's phone started buzzing as Garcia's hurried after JJ to help her. Hotch looked around at his family; Rossi was trying to explain to Spencer why he shouldn't stick his potentially dirty fingers in a cake but Spencer was giggling too hard to hear. Hotch quietly stepped out of the room and answered the call. He listened to the voice on the other end and his frown deepened.

"Sean? Is that you?"

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