Spencer Reid P.O.V.

I was awaken at 8:00am by Garcia. I open my eyes and she pulls me off the couch. Couldn't i have one more minute of sleep. As if i didn't wake up 2 hours earlier and have been pretending to sleep until someone else tells me to get up.

"Come look at this" she whispers. I follow her and see the team looking at something on the couch. Not that this is a bad thing but whenever my mom is looking at the couch it's usually a rodent or a stain, Undoubtedly blaming me instantaneously.

"I guess we are all awake then" I proclaim, they all shush me. What is this, are they congregating likewise to a library. Ha. How funny am i? Curiosity gets the best of me, speaking to the side, it seems the crowds are of awe of my offspring. Ha. Offspring. Funny word.

"We should wake her the flight over." i utter with a slight smile. Every time that I see Hope I just seem to smile, she has that effect on people.

"No no no," Morgans says, " For a genius you sure can be an idiot, You know she never sleeps, and you want to wake her up? Take her to the car outside, and try not to wake her."

I nod to him and calmly slip my hands under. I hoist up her light body. I fret for her health, hoping soon she will make bounds toward the 6th percentile. I cherish moments alike to this one. A memory of her childhood state, when she'd drift away in the car and I'd carry her inside.

I hear her mumble in her sleep. JUst as her mother, both talk constantly even in there sleep. It resonated to "You banana's need to learn how to dance like the koala's." Gaping at Morgan confused, He smiles shakes his head, saying "Kids." I swiveled around, almost plowing into Garcia, fortunately she slided out of the way in time. Gleaming ,Garcia gracefully grins Taking a bow.

She cooed at the sight of me holding Hope. Responding, I gleam back at her and hug Hope a little tighter, as she'd float away. Reaching the door of the plane, I saunter down the steps. She snuggles closer to me as a sudden gust of wind rushes by. I steadily saunter to the SUV, sure not to wake her. Morgan runs in front of me and opens the side door. I turn my head and smile at him, giving him a appreciative look. I lay her down in the back seat and shut the door.

Going around the car I climb into the passenger's shock cold leather against my jeans chills my bones I buckle myself, turn to the back seat to see Hope sleeping in the back seat with Garcia. I wonder what she'd say if she were awake right now? I'd imagine she'd complain about the ban on video games and books. Of course even now, a peak of a smile hides on her face.