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Almost at 50 chapters now! Yay! I'll have to think of something good to write... maybe Christmas considering that's coming up in this story.

This chapter is just a... I'm not sure. It's sort of me addressing Spencer's feelings... but it's also a resolution of those feelings. I'm not good at explaining so I'll let you read it.

Enjoy... I hope ;)

Previously:

"You're lucky he actually had fun," Hotch chuckled and he glanced at the happy boy in JJ's arms who was still chatting away about his day. "And I'm really happy for you."

"Yea, congratulations Sean, you didn't have to get one so soon; we like having you around," JJ said and Spencer nodded in agreement.

"Tell us all about it when we get back. We just have to get Henry," she added and she handed Spencer over to Sean.

Spencer swung his legs angrily against the chair and glared at Hotch, his eyes narrowed and his arms folded over his small chest.

Hotch sat on a chair opposite, his eyebrows also knitted together in an angry expression, one that would curdle the blood of any passerby, but Spencer was used to it. Hotch's body was bent awkwardly while he held an ice pack to his shin. He didn't wince but continued to frown at the two-year-old opposite him who was not backing down from his own firm pout.

JJ walked by and sighed at the stalemate her two boys were locked in. She wondered what had gone wrong for this to happen.

Spencer knew exactly.

6 hours earlier

Spencer cracked his eyes open and let out a small yawn.

"Wakey, wakey, Spencey!"

Spencer jolted upright and squinted to his left to see Henry looking down at him. He groaned loudly and rolled to his other side.

"Come on, Baby bro!"

"Not... Baby," Spencer grumbled as he gripped his stuffed rabbit and tried to ignore the older boy.

"Yea you are! Me and Jack are big boys, Jack's a really big boy. But you're still little so you're a baby. Come on, mummy says we need to help you downstairs."

"S'eeping," Spencer whispered and he pulled the covers back over his head and dragged his rabbit up to his face. He was almost comfortable when he was jerked out from under the sheets and onto his unsteady feet which almost buckled beneath him as he swayed. He rubbed his eyes of the sleep hidden there and Henry let him go, having believed that the toddler had started to cry.

"Don't cry! Please!

"'M not cwying," Spencer mumbled.

"Oh...Good. Come on! Let's go play!"

Henry grabbed his arm and yanked him into the hall where Jack was waiting. Henry passed Spencer's hand to the older boy and hopped down the first step. Jack rolled his eyes and slowly started down the steps. He looked back at Spencer who carefully stepped down, his one hand against the wall his other gripping Jack's. Jack took another step and moaned as Spencer awkwardly tried to keep up almost slipping on the step as his small legs reached down. Spencer licked his lips nervously as he stretched his toes out to reach the steps and each time he'd wobble and Jack would steady him. They took another step in the same manner and Jack turned impatiently.

"Oh, come on; I'll help you," Jack grunted as he grabbed Spencer under the arms and lifted him into the air. Spencer squeaked in fear and gripped Jack tightly, he closed his eyes, expecting his weight to pull Jack down.

"Wow, you're really light," Jack huffed as he made his way down the stairs. Spencer peeked through his eyelids and found that they were at the bottom of the staircase. He blew out a breath and realised he had his legs wrapped around Jack and is arms coiled around his neck. Jack laughed as he set Spencer back on his feet. "Don't worry, I wouldn't drop you," he put in.

Spencer watched the boys stagger to the front room and he followed, grumbling angrily under his breath. How low had he come to be carried by an 8-year-old? He kept his red cheeks hidden in shame.

He got into the front room and went to sit down. He looked up to find the couch too big for him to simply 'sit down' and he was in no mood to clamber on like he normally did, so he plonked himself down on the floor and huffed an annoyed sigh.

"Do you need help up?" Jack asked, looking down at the frustrated toddler.

"No, Fank you," Spencer said indignantly.

They sat like that for 15 more minutes; Spencer sulking on the floor and the boys chattering away about baseball techniques when the sound of footsteps upstairs stirred them.

"Boys, it's almost time for school. Get ready."

Spencer turned to the voice and saw JJ walking across the hall to the kitchen.

The boys jumped off the couch and Spencer squeaked and drew back when Henry almost landed on him. He grumbled and folded his arms, refusing to get up. I could really do with a coffee, he thought.

"Spencer! Breakfast!" JJ called. With a huff Spencer struggled to his feet and plodded into the kitchen where there was a bowl of milky cereal waiting for him.

"I'm not weally hungwy," he said, giving JJ a small smile before turning to leave. JJ watched him shuffle away and chuckled at his appearance. His hair was messy- as normal- his curls sticking out in certain places and congregating where Spencer had slept on them. His pyjamas were white button downs with bear faces peppering them; they were wrinkled and the one leg was folded up to reveal a small bare leg (JJ didn't let him wear socks to bed anymore.)

"Uh, I don't think so, young man."

Spencer paused as JJ stride over to him. He fiddled with the hem of his pyjamas and looked up at her innocently.

"I don't want bweakfast," he informed her and he attempted to swivel around and make a quick escape when soft hands grabbed him by the back of his pants and lifted him into the air.

"Mummy," Spencer whined, his eyes flickering to the boy's who were laughing at the display. Spencer bit his lip as he was deposited in his high chair and he avoided their eyes. JJ stuck the cereal bowl in front of him and he frowned up at her.

"I'm not hungwy," he whined.

"You need breakfast."

"I'm not a-"

JJ sent him a warning look and motioned to the boys. Spencer grunted in frustration and lifted his spoon testingly. He dipped it in the milky cereal and pulled out a spoonful which he stared at before flipping it over and letting the contents splash back into the bowl.

"Spencer's playing with his food," Henry tattled as he stuck his own spoon in his mouth.

"Spencer," JJ warned. Hotch walked in and raised his eyebrows at the tension that smacked him in the face.

"What's wrong?" He asked. Spencer glanced around and pouted. Great, Spencer thought and he pushed the spoon into the cereal, stirring it miserably.

"Nothing," Jack shrugged.

"Spencer's not eating his breakfast," Henry filled in and Jack rolled his eyes.

"Spen-"

"Fine!" Spencer grumbled and he shoved the spoon in his mouth, presenting his puffed cheeks to JJ and Hotch to prove he was eating before he started to chew.

"Good boy!" Hotch gasped in an animated voice which was clearly intended to annoy the boy who gave Hotch a deathly glare.

JJ and Hotch joined the boys at the table.

"I can take the boys to school," JJ offered and Hotch nodded.

"We can come with you."

"Do you want to get Spencer ready for a 30-minute car journey?" JJ asked and they all turned their attention on Spencer who looked up briefly with milk dripping down his chin.

"Alright, we'll stay here. I could probably get some paperwork done."

JJ took a sip of her coffee and smiled at the boy beside her. Spencer licked his lips as the smell of coffee reached his nose and he lifted the spoon up to his mouth, his expression dazed as the spoon missed his mouth.

"Can we watch some more TV?" Jack asked as he pushed his empty bowl forward.

"No, you and Henry need to get ready for school," Hotch said. Jack groaned but quickly slid off his chair, followed closely by Henry who started wittering on about baseball again. As the boys left the table Hotch's eyes snagged on Spencer who had somehow managed to steal JJ's mug of coffee and had it pressed to his lips. "No!" Hotch yelled and he grabbed the cup before Spencer could take a big sip.

"Hey!" Spencer licked his lips, desperately trying to chase the rich coffee taste before it disappeared. Not enough sugar, he thought, although he would've made do.

"No coffee. How many times do you have to be told?" Hotch scolded as he handed the mug back to JJ who appeared bewildered as she accepted the mug and stood to put the boy's dishes in the sink.

"I tan have coffee," she heard Spencer whine in the background.

"No, you can't. You're not old enough," Hotch argued. JJ smiled to herself and left the kitchen before Spencer could moan that he was an adult.

JJ left to take the boys leaving Hotch to help Spencer. The first chore was brushing his teeth.

Hotch helped him upstairs but as soon as the boy was back on his own two feet, he darted off for the bathroom. Hotch followed slowly.

Spencer tried to reach his toothbrush but found that it was too high from his position; his head was around an inch from the sink, so he couldn't even reach up to wash his hands, let alone brush his teeth. He was used to this; used to letting Hotch lift him up, used to him preparing his toothbrush and handing it to him and then holding him over the sink to spit when he was done. Yet, for some reason he couldn't stand the idea today; he had to be independent and he knew he could. He felt Hotch's eyes on him and he ignored it as he futilely jumped up to grab his toothbrush.

"Let me-" Hotch started, but Spencer was quick to interrupt.

"I tan do it!" Spencer quipped and he glowered at Hotch, forcing him back to the doorway. Spencer muttered under his breath about not being an invalid as he pulled up the stool that Henry still used to brush his teeth against the sink. He stood on it and reached his tiny fingers towards the cup of brushes. He stuck his tongue out and stood on his tiptoes but found that he was still too short. Spencer whipped his head around to make sure Hotch hadn't moved. He turned back and examined his options. He settled on using the toilet and pushed the toilet seat down, kicked the stool next to it before clambering on. He grinned broadly when he could reach his toothbrush and sent his smirk Hotch's way who just rolled his eyes.

Spencer started brushing his teeth and Hotch cringed at how brutal he was being with his fragile teeth. His molars hadn't grown in yet so he only had to worry about the small baby teeth that had grown through. He barely noticed that each time he dunked the brush under the tap and back into his mouth, water dripped onto the toilet seat. Hotch was still in the doorway and he could see the drips gathering on the plastic toilet seat as Spencer lent over to drop his toothbrush back in its place. He stood on his toes and raised his left foot as he did so.

When he was done and he put his foot back on the seat, it slipped on the wet seat and Spencer lost his footing.

"Spencer!" Hotch gasped and he lunged forward as the boy toppled over, catching him just before his head collided with the solid sink. Spencer cried out and clung to Hotch, his eyes squeezed shut. Hotch let out a breath of relief when he realised he'd caught the toddler in time and he pulled back to make sure Spencer hadn't been hurt. Spencer panted and glanced around in shock, his hands still clinging to Hotch's shirt.

"You've got to be more careful," Hotch got out as he put Spencer on the floor and wiped his brow. "You need help with those things."

"I don't need help! I was fine!" Spencer snapped suddenly when he finally overcame his shock, although his hands continued to shake.

"You wouldn't have been fine if you split your head open-"

"But I didn't. I'm not a baby, Hotch!" Spencer growled before storming out. Hotch paused and felt a twang of sadness go through him. So I'm Hotch again, he thought sadly.

Hotch put on Doctor Who for Spencer. He'd forgotten what he'd banned... was it Star Wars? Either way, it seemed to make the toddler happy and for Hotch, that was all that mattered. He also hoped that it would give the boy time to curb his bad attitude.

JJ got back from dropping the boys off and after sharing a kiss with Hotch, which could have gone further if they had the house to themselves, she started fussing around Spencer, trying to get him out of his pyjamas. Spencer flatly refused and held his pyjamas to him, stating that he was old enough to decide what he wore.

"Sean let me have a 'jama day," Spencer argued and JJ rolled her eyes but left him alone.

"Fine, but we're going back to work tomorrow so I expect you to wear clothes, or Strauss may send you home," Was all she said and Spencer shrugged and hid his smug smile.

Hotch took his paperwork to the kitchen so he could keep an eye on Spencer while JJ cleaned the house. At 12 he set down his file and made sure Spencer was still parked on the couch. The boy had a thick book in his lap and could barely balance it on his skinny legs as the thick pages trembled with each movement. He was alternating between reading it and watching the TV. Where he got the book from was beyond Aaron, but Spencer was already three-quarters of the way through it.

Hotch whipped up a quick microwave kid's meal for Spencer's lunch which the two-year-old rejected at first. Spencer looked down at the meal in disappointment; he thanked Hotch but left his plate on the arm of the couch, returning to his book. However, when he turned over the last page the smell got to him and he was soon taking cautious bites when he thought Hotch wasn't looking. Hotch, who had started paperwork again, glanced up at Spencer as he finished his meal and he grinned triumphantly. JJ passed by and captured Aaron's lips, catching him by surprise before he returned the tender kiss.

"It's almost nap time," she whispered, pulling back and letting her teeth brush against his skin teasingly. Hotch took a deep breath and found his mouth pressing forward, trying to steal her lips again. "You want me to do it?"

"No, I can, I'll just finish this," Hotch replied in a quiet voice, realising the kiss couldn't be saved.

"Well, just be sure he has one, he's grumpy enough today, We don't need him any moodier," JJ muttered and she stuck a pair of headphones in her ears. "I'm just going for a run. I'll be back soon."

"Okay, have a good time," Hotch murmured back absentmindedly, his eyes skimming past the engrossed toddler, watching the TV as if it had grown legs.

Hotch snapped his file shut and added it to the pile of others before he looked dead on at the toddler.

"Time for a nap, Spencer," he announced and as expected the child started to whine loudly.

"No!"

"Yes. Come on."

"No! I don't need a nap," Spencer growled through gritted teeth and he continued to stare at the TV.

"Yes, you do."

"Nu-uh"

"Spencer," Hotch warned and the boy turned his head from him. "Fine, you can have 5 more minutes, but then you're going straight down for your nap," he reasoned, but the child continued to ignore him, his attention focused on the TV screen. Hotch sighed and got up to take Spencer's plate. He washed it up and drummed his fingers on the counter until 5 minutes were up. When the dreaded time came he took a deep breath and prepared himself for Spencer's wrath.

"Nap time," Hotch said as he walked back into the front room. Spencer wasn't listening. His thumb was in his mouth and he was gazing at the aliens who had just made an appearance. "Spencer."

"Not havin' a nap," Spencer grumbled through the thumb in his mouth. Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose and blew out an exhausted breath. He stepped forward, grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.

Spencer whipped his head around. "No!"

"Come on," Hotch said and Spencer shimmied off the couch and dashed past Hotch to the kitchen.

"I'm not having a nap! Go 'way!" Spencer yelled back. Hotch kissed his teeth thoughtfully as he watched the kid disappear. New tactics, he thought as he followed the boy.

"Okay...Okay," Hotch said quickly before Spencer had a full-blown tantrum. "How about we talk? Spencer?" He got into the kitchen to see Spencer trying to squeeze into a cupboard to hide from Hotch.

"So, what would you say about going to daycare again?" Hotch asked as he caught up with Spencer. The boy froze and slowly looked up at Hotch. "Not all the time obviously, just whenever we're on a long case," Hotch added quickly; clearly his plan wasn't working; Spencer did not want to talk

"I don't need to go thewe again," Spencer hissed and his eyes fluttered around for a new hiding spot. "Sean didn't know, but you do. I'm twenty-seven!"

"I know... we thought you enjoyed yourself," Hotch said. Spencer just glared at him, his expression unamused. "You made a great painting and-" Hotch was cut short by the toddler who marched up to the refrigerator and tore down the painting.

"I don't want to go again!" He yelled and he pulled the picture until it ripped in two. He repeated this in angry huffs and left the painting in pieces on the floor. He instantly regretted it as he stared at his feet where the torn picture lay.

"Oh, Spencer," Hotch sighed and he rubbed a weary hand over his face. Spencer stared at his ruined Tardis and felt tears prickle the corners of his eyes. Stop it, he chided himself, forcing the hot tears back and looking up.

"See! I-I didn't have f-fun," Spencer stuttered. Hotch stared back at him blankly and then they both looked down at the torn picture.

"Okay, you don't have to go again," Hotch said calmly, but that only caused Spencer's anger to resurface. Hotch was negotiating with him now. Spencer kicked one of the pieces of paper and shook his head. Well done, now you're really acting like a kid, he thought. And worst of all: you're being a brat.

Spencer walked away from his mess and started towards the front room. Hotch stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong with you today?" Hotch asked bluntly as Spencer stomped his feet.

"Leave me alone," Spencer whispered.

"No, this behaviour isn't acceptable."

"I'm an adult!" He yelled.

"You were. Spencer, look at yourself," Hotch said as calmly as he could. Spencer surveyed himself angrily and folded his arms.

"I didn't want dis!" He wailed.

"I know, but you needed this. Stop worrying about things we can't change and just focus-"

"Tan't change?" Spencer gasped.

Hotch gulped audibly. "Well... not at the moment... you know that."

"I don't want to be stut (stuck) lite dis!"

"You won't... You'll grow up again."

Spencer's cheeks burned. "I don't want to!"

"Well, you have no choice. And neither do we. You think we wanted this?" Hotch snapped. As soon as the words escaped his mouth, Hotch's hands smacked over his lips. Spencer's jaw dropped and his eyes glistened up at Hotch.

"I didn't mean... what I meant, Spencer, is that this is hard on us too," Hotch added.

Spencer growled angrily and he clamped his baby teeth shut. "I know what you meant. You think I'm a buwden. I knew I was," he spat, (or at least in the angriest manner a two-year-old is capable of.)

"No, that's not-"

Everything became too much and Spencer needed to blow off steam. He scowled up at Hotch who was trying to keep a stern look about him as he explained what he had meant and before he could react Spencer lifted his foot and smacked it against Hotch's shin as hard as he could. He must have hit the sweet spot because Hotch gasped and grabbed his leg in surprise. Spencer knew what he'd done was wrong, but he was too angry to admit it and so he started marching off. He felt fingers grasp his waist and he cried out aggressively, flailing his arms out and digging his nails into anything he could.

"Spencer, calm down," Hotch chided and Spencer squirmed harder as he felt Hotch lift him into the air.

"Get off!" He screeched.

Hotch hobbled into the dining room, grunting as Spencer hit and kicked, desperate to escape. "Stop it," Hotch snapped.

"Let me down."

Hotch pushed Spencer back into the timeout chair and the boy, although practically heaving with anger, stilled and gripped the seat as he continued to glower at Hotch.

"Don't move, young man," Hotch hissed as he staggered to the kitchen. He ducked out of view to inspect his skin. The skin was pink and he was sure that a bruise would start to show before long. He sighed and pulled open the freezer drawer. He grabbed an ice pack and limped back into the dining room where Spencer was still simmering in his own rage. Hotch took a seat opposite him and put the ice pack over his shin.

Which brings us back to where we were.

JJ passed by the door but the boys continued to scowl at each other. She sighed and stepped inside. "What happened?" She asked.

"He stawted it," Spencer protested.

JJ tutted as she eyed up Hotch's leg. "And you clearly ended it."

Spencer pouted and rubbed at his eyes angrily.

"He's had a nap right?" JJ asked wearily and Hotch shook his head. "Great," JJ sighed.

"I'm not tiwed! A-and I don't need naps!" Spencer retorted, but he didn't speak with the same power as he had with Hotch, he was more reluctant to argue with JJ and he ruined it with a yawn.

"For a genius, you can be really dumb," JJ grumbled.

"N-no-no I'm n-not," Spencer whimpered and he started smacking at his eyes when tears started to form.

"You're tired, Honey. That's why you're acting out," JJ said and she stroked Spencer's hair from his face.

"I-I'm not."

"You are, sweetheart. Come on, let's go up to bed and you'll feel much better afterward," JJ whispered and Spencer wiped his face harder and stifled a sob. Stupid 'kid emotions', he thought as he hiccupped violently. "Shh, stop getting so worked up. Come here," JJ offered her open arms but Spencer pretended not to see them. The adult in him told him to get a hold of himself and that he didn't need any comfort, but the two-year-old wanted nothing more than to press his face into her warm neck and to hold on for dear life. JJ understood his inner conflict and made it easier by leaning down and lifting the toddler into her arms. She held his head to her shoulder as his breath hitched and fresh tears dampened her shoulder.

"I-I just wanted t-to be I-I-ind-independent," Spencer whispered close to her ear. JJ shushed him and ran a hand through his hair.

"I know. It's okay, but you have to remember that you're small and can hurt yourself easily. You need to start getting used to relying on us. Okay, sweetheart? Can you do that for us?" She asked. Spencer lifted his head and stared at JJ with wide, brown eyes.

"I don't want you to wowwy about me."

JJ laughed. "We've always worried about you, Spence, you can't change that."

"I just don't want to be a buwden..."

"You're not. At least when you're not acting out like today or kicking me," Hotch put in and Spencer shrunk guiltily in JJ's arms.

"I w-was only twying t-to do things on my o-own," Spencer stammered.

"Well, it would've been easier if you hadn't. If you don't want to be a burden let us help you," Hotch said and JJ frowned at him and rubbed Spencer's back absentmindedly.

"Aaron."

"What? I'd rather help him brush his teeth than him slipping over by doing it himself."

"You slipped?" JJ asked, worry lacing every syllable. Spencer's only reply was to rub his eyes and cling to JJ tighter.

"I caught him. My point is that if Spencer wants to make this arrangement easier for us, then he has to let us help him."

"Otay," Spencer whispered and Hotch raised his eyebrows.

"Okay?"

"Otay," the boy repeated.

"Good. Now I think it's time for that nap," JJ said and Spencer once again pressed his face into the warm crook of her neck.

She winked at Hotch and flicked her head to the stairs. He waved her off and she took Spencer upstairs, his eyes already closing tiredly.

JJ and Hotch lay on the couch, enjoying their day off when a sound came from upstairs and they exchanged a smile. JJ lifted her head off the couch and listened. There it was again. She glanced up and found the source of the sound. Spencer's bare feet padded against the hardwood floor as he made his way towards the front room.

"How did you get down the stairs?" JJ mumbled as she sat up, stirring Hotch from his stupor, who jabbed her gently and shook his head as a caution. The last thing they needed was an aggravated toddler... again.

Spencer paused at the doorway. His pyjamas were ruffled and his hair askew. He had his rabbit in his hands and JJ had to wonder if he was purposely trying to look adorable so that they wouldn't be mad.

"You feeling better?" Hotch asked carefully and the small boy met Hotch's eyes with his own big hazel orbs which stared at him guiltily for a moment before tearing away as the boy nodded. "Good. Do you want to come watch the rest of this movie?" Hotch asked, patting a space beside him. He'd dealt with Jack's tantrums before and he knew Spencer would probably just need a hug. Spencer, however, sniffled and shook his head sadly.

"I'm weally sowwy dat I ticked you," Spencer mumbled. He looked down at his feet sadly and gripping his rabbit tighter to his chest. Hotch grinned and patted his leg.

"That's okay, buddy. You kick like a two-year-old," Hotch Chuckled and Spencer glanced up with a sad smile.

"But I huwt you," he whimpered. "I'm weal sowwy!"

"It's alright, Spence, kids lash out all the time. It's okay for you to be frustrated," JJ said but Spencer shook his head and she could see fat tears collecting in his hazel eyes.

"N-no, thewe's no excuse," he whispered tearily. His eyes caught sight of his torn up painting and a miserable sob tore from his throat. "I tan't 'tay hewe anymowe. I-I'll go 'tay with Gawcia 'cus I know I tan't live alone," he paused to take a deep shuddery breath. "A-an' If s-sh-she doesn't want me, I'll 'Tay with Dewek... o-or Wossi," The small boy insisted vehemently as he violently brushed his tears off his cheek with his stuffed rabbits pelt. "I d-don't wanna huwt anyone else."

"Oh, Spence," JJ huffed and she exchanged a look with Hotch.

"W-what if I-it was won of da boys?" Spencer sobbed and he closed his eyes with shame.

"First of all, you would never hurt the boys. Never. And I know that because I know you," Aaron said, but Spencer kept his head low. "Secondly, I was your boss before your guardian, therefore you have every right to get angry at me. Even Jack has lashed out at me; he dropped a frying pan on my toes, and that hurt more than your little kick, I can tell you. So stop worrying. I know you were angry-"

"I shouldn't have huwt you though," Spencer interjected.

"No. You shouldn't," JJ added and Spencer's lip trembled again. "But you were frustrated. We all need to vent our anger and Aaron just happened to give you the perfect opportunity for that. You have every right to be angry, Spence, and you can't keep hiding that emotion, just, next time, warn us and we can take you somewhere to release that emotion rather than taking it out on Aaron," she explained. Spencer, who listened intently, looked up nervously. "Okay?"

"O-otay..." he whispered and then he chewed his lip and wrong his rabbit in his hands. "Tan... Tan I 'tay with you?" He asked sheepishly. JJ stood up and gathered him into her arms.

"This is your home, silly boy. Of course, you're staying."

Spencer sighed heavily and melted into JJ's arms.

"And Spencer, remember, it's okay to have these sorts of days, but it's also okay for you to rely on us. We love you, and we want to help you. You don't have to feel embarrassed about it," Hotch said and Spencer smiled up at him and nodded. He felt infinitely better.

"Let's finish the movie," Hotch put it, putting an arm around JJ and shifting Spencer so he was between both of their laps.

"Awe you suwe? I-I don't wanna intwude," Spencer murmured glancing up at JJ and Hotch who looked at each other and smiled before snuggling closer and wrapping their arms around Spencer.

"You could never intrude," Hotch said, carding a hand through Spencer's hair. Spencer smiled and turned back to the TV screen, pressing his rabbit to his nose and inhaling that familiar smell of home. He leaned into his parents and sighed deeply and contently.

His eyes caught his picture and realised that it was no longer in pieces and that it had been taped back together.

"My pictuwe!" Spencer gasped.

"We thought you'd regret ripping it up," Hotch explained as he rubbed Spencer's shoulder ."And, we thought you could make a new one again sometime, and maybe some more originals," Hotch said and he winked at the small sniffling boy whose smile broke out anew.

I'm so tired right now, so I'm sorry if this chapter reflects that...I feel like I keep writing the chapters wrong and I only realise when I finish. I went to Drayton Manor today with my friend and it's just been a full day of walking and getting on rides (if you don't know the place I'm talking about search it on google. It's a great place... a smaller, cheaper version of Alton Towers. It's the lesser extreme.) Anyway, I haven't update for a week so I couldn't not post.

I hope this wasn't too bad a chapter. I haven't spell checked it...only proofread. I'll try and spell check it tomorrow.

Please review and thank you as always for your support.

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See you soon.