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Thank you ahowell1993, princess2019, silentdominator, laileyspenstar, Mob85, pechika, Ice LunaWolf, AZCatmom, Ludub, Eris, Shia Rephic, Diana, hime1437, and Daisyangel who reviewed.

I got lots of prompts from you guys which were amazing, keep sending them, I have at least 25 chapters to use them on.

So, for this chapter, I'm using silentdominator's prompt: Morgan taking care of Spencer for a whole day. Also, I thought I'd combine Ludub's prompt, so here goes ;D

Thanks again.

Enjoy Morgan not knowing what to do ;D

Previously:

JJ walked close and looked down at the two-year-old pressed to Aaron's side. She couldn't help but smile. "Even if he did start to regress... we still have to look for the cure."

Aaron nodded. "Of course."

"But in the meantime, well, he's our little guy."

"Hey, Hotch, how you doin' today?"

Morgan stepped inside the hospital room where JJ was fussing over a disgruntled Aaron.

Hotch looked up and gave a half smile. "I'm good."

"What about squirt?" Morgan glanced around and his eyes landed on Spencer who was hidden under Aaron's sheets, his hands wrapped around Aaron's night shirt.

Hotch looked at Spencer who was sleeping lightly. "He's uh... well, easy I guess," Aaron said finally, looking back up at Morgan.

"I heard... Garcia told me. Is it because of his concussion?"

"It might be the testing," JJ suggested when she'd finally finished fluffing Aaron's pillow.

Both Morgan and JJ looked to Aaron who held a stern expression. "I'd rather we talk about something else," he mumbled, knocking Spencer out of sleep when he shifted.

"What are you doing here anyway, Derek?" JJ asked, leaning over to brush Spencer's hair from his eyes as he whined.

"Ah, well." Derek found himself a chair and fell into it. "Penelope suggested I take the little guy off your hands for the day. She's been talking about wanting to steal him away for herself because, and this is a quote, he's 'so stinking cute and adorable and I just want to squish him and hug him and spoil him...' and you get the idea, it's Garcia You're out of hospital this afternoon, right? Well, I'll take Spencer while you guys get set up at home." Derek raised his hands and shook them (in jazz hands style) as if to celebrate but JJ and Aaron looked apprehensive. Spencer was rubbing his eyes now, thumb in his mouth as he grumbled unhappily at being disturbed.

"Thanks, Derek, but Spencer has a doctors appointment later-"

"Then I'll take him," Derek offered. Still JJ looked weary.

"He's also clingy. He hasn't left our sides since we got here."

"How are you going to get settled if he's following you both everywhere?"

"He's..."

Derek waited for an answer while Aaron sighed tiredly. He glanced at JJ. "It wouldn't be the whole day," he mumbled. JJ detected a hint of a smirk behind his tired facade.

"It's really kind of you, Derek but after... everything that happened I'm not sure how he'll react."

"He'll be fine. I'll be with him."

"Fine. Just don't feed him junk and don't forget his appointment, it's at 12.30."

Morgan grinned and heaved himself out of his chair.

Aaron lifted Spencer so he was sat up. "Hey, buddy, do you want to have a day with Derek?"

Spencer tried to fall against Aaron's chest but the unit chief kept him up.

"Hmmm," Spencer mumbled. Morgan made a move to take Spencer and Aaron offered him to Morgan's stronger hands.

Morgan pried Spencer from Hotch, despite the youngster grabbing Aaron and whining at the sudden, intrusive action.

"Come on, kid, it's me, Derek," Morgan said, pulling Spencer into his arms and hugging his arms around him quickly.

"No," Spencer demanded, pounding his fists on Morgan's back. "I 'tay," he insisted.

"Don't you wanna come have fun?" Morgan asked, raising an eyebrow at Spencer who slowed his hands and frowned at Morgan.

"What kind of fun?" he asked.

"More than just staying here, and I'll give you back tonight, I swear on... my baseball bat."

Spencer gasped and leaned close to whisper. "But you love dat."

Morgan nodded. "Exactly."

"Otay... but I have to be bat home befowe six," Spencer said in a matter of fact tone.

"Sure thing."

Morgan got Spencer to his apartment and set him down on the couch before glancing down at his watch. He sighed to himself, Spencer's appointment was in an hour and a half and it was almost lunchtime which also meant a nap for the kid. So much for the 'fun' he'd promised.

When he looked up Spencer was stood on the couch, leaning on the back with his chin resting on the tall pillows as he watched Morgan.

"What's wong?" Spencer asked, his head tilting sweetly to the side.

"Nothing, buddy. How about you and I get some ice cream later?"

Spencer's eyes brightened. "Yes, p'eas!"

Spencer plopped back down on the couch and started to wiggle off.

"Whoa whoa, cowboy, slow down. We're not going yet. Why don't we watch somethin' before we have to go?" Morgan hopped over the couch and snatched up the remote as Spencer reversed awkwardly back into the pillows. Morgan snorted and gave the kid a boost.

Spencer managed to sit as close to Morgan as was possible without actually crawling into his lap. Morgan enjoyed the little presence at his side, and the small fingers drawing circles on his leg. He was about to change the channel over to kids when Spencer made an effort to clear his throat.

Morgan looked down to see big brown eyes staring at him.

"What's up, kid?" he asked, scruffing a hand in Spencer's hair.

"W-why tan't I 'membew?"

"Remember what?"

Spencer pressed his palms into his head and concentrated hard. After a moment he dropped them and huffed.

"It's hawd to wemembew Weid," he said, his voice sounding lost. Morgan frowned and put a hand on Spencer's forehead.

"What do you remember?" muttered Morgan quietly.

Spencer shrugged and leaned over Morgan's leg, drawing squiggles with his fingers. "Mommy and daddy awen't weally my pawents... I wowted wid dem... and I wowt wid you. But it's all bluwy."

"Blurry?" Morgan's expression was screwed up with worry.

"Yea."

Morgan sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. Spencer wasn't looking at him, his focus was starting to revert to the talking animals on the TV. Morgan put an arm around the boy and squeezed.

"Don't worry about any of that, Spencer, you let us figure it out. You enjoy yourself okay."

Spencer finally looked up at him and smiled softly. "I lite my life."

"Good. That's awesome, kid."

"I don't know if I want to wemembew."

Morgan didn't know what else to say and luckily Spencer didn't seem to be adding to what he'd said. He turned to the tv and started to giggle at the cartoon.

Morgan couldn't stop thinking about what Spencer had said as he got the boy back into his car seat. He was vaguely listening to the boy as they drove toward the doctors. It was only as they got close that Spencer started to quieten.

Morgan pulled into the doctor's office and got out to grab Spencer who was frowning out of the window.

"Dewek? Dis isn't da ice tweam shop," he pointed out, twisting his body around in Morgan's arms as he took in the surrounding.

Morgan hastened to the doors before Spencer worked it out.

"Just have to stop here real quick, kid. Ten minutes promise."

Spencer squinted at the waiting room as Morgan went to the desk and got Spencer checked in. Finally, Spencer clicked and he whipped his head around so he was facing Morgan.

"Dotows!?" he cried. Morgan covered his mouth quickly and smiled apologetically at the other patients waiting.

"It's just a quick check up. It's okay," Morgan said but the toddler didn't look convinced. His tiny fist scrunched in Morgan's shirt as he flicked his gaze back and forth.

"No," he whimpered, finding Morgan's eyes before losing them to his freaked out curiosity.

He put his hands on his ears and shook his head, his eyes wide and frightened as they looked into Morgan's. "Don't wanna go bat," he said. "Don't tate me bat! P'eas, Dewek, p'eas Don't..." Spencer broke down into quiet whimpers, continuing to cling to Morgan who was starting to worry.

"Spencer Hotchner?"

Morgan stood up as the name was called and the doctor standing outside his office smiled and motioned them over.

"Noooo," Spencer moaned as Morgan stepped inside the bright office. The toddler shielded his eyes and whined loudly.

"Not a fan?" The doctor chuckled. He offered a chair to Morgan. "Do sit. Spencer's parents informed me of the circumstances."

Morgan nodded. "Yea didn't think babysitting extended this far," he said, laughing gently, his hand resting on Spencer's back as the boy coughed and sniffled.

"We just wanted to bring him in for a quick shot, just to be sure he won't develop anything," the doctor said.

Spencer seemed to hear him because as soon as the doctor stood up Spencer shoved his hands out, pushing Morgan away as he screamed, his anxiety suddenly crashing over him. He had to get away! They were going to hurt him again! And that meant hurting dad too... Aaron... and he couldn't do it... not again. He wanted home! He wanted JJ and Aaron and the boys.

"No! No! No needle! No no no!" Spencer squealed, wriggling forcefully against Morgan. The doctor paused with his hand on the packaging of the injection. Morgan gave him an expression along the lines of 'hang on' and he grasped onto Spencer tightly.

"Shhh, Spencer it's okay, it's just to help you!"

Spencer dug his nails into Morgan's skin and started sobbing hysterically. "No help! Don't huwt me! No!"

Morgan tried not to panic as he rubbed Spencer's back and smiled apologetically at the doctor.

Can't call Aaron, he thought. He said he could handle this and the poor guy just needed some rest. That also crossed JJ off the list, he didn't want either of them worrying, not after the sheer atomic panic JJ suffered already.

Penelope would panic too. An idea struck Morgan and he wrenched his phone from his pocket. He had to scroll down in his contacts before finding Haley's number.

"It's okay, kid, I got ya- hey, Haley! How are you? What... oh, is Jack there? Yea? Could he come to the phone for a minute? Spencer's has panicking and- thanks."

Morgan shifted Spencer around and held the phone before him. The screen lit up with a live video and Spencer blinked blearily at the image as he clung to Morgan.

"Look, Spencer, it's Jack, see," Morgan held the screen up closer and Spencer looked up at Morgan then back at the screen.

"Hey, Little bro, you with uncle Derek?"

Spencer stared at Jack as tears continued to slip over his chin and curl down his neck. He nodded shakily and a hiccup forced its way out his lips.

"Cool, are you spending the day with him?"

Another nod.

"Spencer, Jack might not be able to see you that well, you have to do more than nod your head, dude."

Spencer frowned at Morgan and grumbled something unintelligible between hiccups.

"Is uncle Derek being a meanie?" Jack asked and Spencer nodded more forcefully.

"Yea! H-He said he was tating me to get ice tweam! A-and now he wants to g-give me an in...indecton..."

"Injection?"

"Uh huh!"

Morgan gently positioned Spencer so his arm was free and he exchanged a glance with the doctor who nodded and prepped the needle.

"Wanna know what I did today, Spence?" Jack said, shifting on the couch so he was laying on his back, the phone above his face. Spencer leaned in as the doctor carefully moved his arm to the side. The toddler didn't seem to notice the movement.

"My mom took me to see the new Avengers film! You remember? We watched a few at home?"

"Wid da supewhewos?" Spencer asked, his voice still strained from crying. We wiped his eyes with the back of his palm, unaware of the soft restraint on his left arm as the doctor positioned the needle.

"Yea, that's the one. I hope dad will buy it when it comes out on DVD because it's so cool! The villain gets all the stones, you know, Thanos. And he-"

Spencer was watching Jack with benign enthusiasm when suddenly something pricked his arm.

"Ow!"

He turned his head quickly as the doctor retreated, the injection empty. Spencer gazed at him for a moment then at his arm before his lip started to tremble.

"Dewek," he whimpered, gripping his arm and pressing his face back into Morgan's chest.

"It wasn't so bad now?" The doctor said, removing his gloves and leaning over his desk to look into an open tin beside his computer. Spencer sniffled and shook his head into Morgan's shirt.

"What happened?" Morgan looked back at the phone to see a concerned Jack staring back.

"Just the injection, kid. He's alright. Thanks for distracting him," Morgan said, scratching behind Spencer's ear when the boy refused to turn back.

Jack smiled a little guiltily and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Oh sure. Hope you feel better, Spencer. I'll see you later."

"Alright, kid, we'll see ya soon."

Spencer turned his head and waved sadly at the phone. "Bye, Jack," he mumbled, rubbing the spot on his arm.

Morgan shut off his phone and wrapped both arms around Spencer.

"I'm sorry, kid, but you needed it."

The doctor had returned again and he held up a vibrant looking bandaid.

"Did I hear someone say they liked superheroes?" he asked, a beaming smiled on his lips as he held up a small, circular bandaid between his thumb and forefinger. Spencer pulled his face back just enough to glimpse the bandaid and he saw various members of the Avengers on the bandaid. They were a little shaky, the printer ink was probably struggling on the cotton bandaid but it was still them. Spencer nodded sullenly and watched as the doctor carefully pulled off the tabs and stuck it to the barely visible spot on Spencer's arm.

Spencer looked down and touched the bandaid, marveling at it.

"He should be good to go," the doctor said, straightening up and addressing Morgan.

Derek smiled and stood up, bringing Spencer with him and placing him on his hip as he'd witnessed JJ, and Aaron do all the time. He shook the doctor's hand before returning it to Spencer's back.

"Thank you, doc. I better make good on my promise of ice cream now."

The doctor chuckled. Spencer whipped his head around suddenly, the gloom within them vanished and a bright blossom appearing in their brown depths.

"Ice tweam!"

"You happy now, kid?"

Morgan glanced backward at Spencer in his car seat. He laughed at the messy sight of the boy.

The ice cream was dripping over the cone and down Spencer's little fingers. He was licking it softly like a kitten and smacking his lips together to savor the taste.

"You're definitely enjoying that."

"Mmmmmh hmmm... fanks you, Dewek," Spencer said, his lips white with vanilla ice cream.

"No problem kiddo, but remember what we're telling you're parents?"

He glanced into the rear-view mirror as Spencer pulled back from his ice cream and licked his lips. "Untle Dewek got me one stoop of ice tweam, not fwee."

Derek nodded seriously, a smug grin on his face.

"That's right."

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