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Shorter chapter because I take too long with bigger chapters. Also, I struggled to find motivation so please review. You may not think it but it really helps, even if it's a couple of words or just one, it means a lot.

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Dave held onto the little hand as it began to tremble.He held it tight, rubbing along the back of the fingers when a poem was read. He even held it through the song in which he helped the small boy onto the chair to see the hymn sheet. He continued to hold the frail hand outside as they lowered the mother of the child whom the hand belonged to, into the ground.

Rossi sighed with half relief at the coffin's disappearance and he glanced down at Spencer. He had the urge to hoist the boy up into his arms and hold onto him. He hadn't been to a funeral himself for a long time but for Spencer it was a totally different situation.

The boy was staring at the hole, his eyes transfixed upon it, confused tears upon the border or his eyelids. Rossi knew that Spencer probably had no idea who that was. But he also had a feeling that somewhere inside Spencer's consciousness his old self was grieving immensely.

"Is it done?"

Rossi looked down at Spencer. He was still just staring ahead at the slowly increasing mound of earth. Most people had left at that point but Dave wasn't going to rush the boy. He stood straighter and looked on as Spencer was.

"I think so."

Spencer nodded slowly. "Do we have to leave?"

"No. We can stay as long as you like." Dave hesitated as he felt Spencer squeeze his hand nervously. He added, "we just need to be back at the airport by tomorrow morning, or we'll miss our flight."

Dave turned his head when he saw Spencer smile up at him. "I think I'm weady to leave," Spencer mumbled, looking back at the graves.

"I bet everyone's missing you already," Dave said.

"I miss dem too," Spencer said. "They pwobably miss you too!"

Dave chuckled. "Yea, they all love me. They can't live without David Rossi."

Rossi looked over at the lingering attendants and to his dismay he found the eyes of a man staring at them with a look of panic.

Dave stared at William Reid for a moment then both their eyes fell upon Spencer who was none the wiser.

They seemed to communicate to each without words. Rossi imagined the conversation they were exchanging:

'Still a child then?'

'Yes.'

'I see he's cared for.'

'He's safe with us.'

William opened his mouth but quickly shut it. He looked down at Diana's grave and he inhaled deeply.

Spencer noticed the intense staring contest and he tilted his head in William's direction.

William seemed surprised by Spencer's interest and he raised his hand in a feeble wave. Spencer scowled and looked up at Rossi. He waved back awkwardly and scooted closer to Dave.

William looked at Spencer for a prolonged moment before he nodded and turned away sadly.

Rossi watched him go with one of his eyes twitching suspiciously. He thought the father would at least come and say hello. His and Spencer's relationship had never been great but he was still Spencer's biological father.

He felt Spencer shift and he turned his gaze down to see the boy staring up at him with his eyes wide and curious. He cocked his head and tugged Dave's shirt.

"What's wrong, kiddo?"

"Who was dat?" Spencer whispered, pointing a small finger at the spot where William had been. Dave followed the finger and watched the spot for a moment. Finally he shook his head and bent his knees so he was closer to Spencer's height.

"Nobody you need to know."

"Otay. Tan we go home?"

Dave grinned and reached forward, ruffling his fingers through the young boy's curls. Spencer smiled back as Dave nodded.

"Yea, we're goin back to the hotel then we'll go home in the morning, but not for long."

He stood up and took Spencer's hand again. Spencer frowned but started following Rossi, his small feet working double to keep up.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll find out."

Dave went on walking, as Spencer hurried along beside him.

"Whewe awe we going? You said not fow long... whewe awe we going?"

Dave chuckled. "You'll find out soon."

"Who else knows, does Dewek know?"

"Just me. Come on, kiddo."

"But I wanna know. Is it a holiday?!"

"Spencer-"

"It is! Is evewyone 'toming?" Spencer started to hop excitedly. Dave was shaking his head, a fond smile raising his lips.

"They won't say no," he replied, not bothering to glance down, knowing full well from the scuffle in the kid's steps that he was squirming eagerly.

"Tome on! You tan tell me," Spencer pleaded, dancing cautiously around a grave, very careful not to be disrespectful.

Dave finally looked down. He laughed at the suppressed look of glee on Spencer's soft face, his eyes were lit up wildly and although they were still red from tears, something eager bloomed inside.

"It begins with 'D' but I haven't even asked your parents y-"

"Denmawk?"

Dave scowled with a smirk growing on his face. "Not quite Denmark, try something closer."

"Oh... um... Dublin?"

Dave shook his head and Spencer pressed his fingers to his lips. "I tan't think of anything else," he said.

Rossi rolled his eyes and glanced at Spencer who was walking along with a thoughtful expression. "Try... Disneyland."

"DISNEYLAND!"

Next chapter is number 80 so of course I had to throw in a bit of Disney.

Sorry for the briefness of this, I just needed to get past this part of the story.

See you soon, please review.