PLEASE READ. THIS STORY HAS BEEN REWRITTEN AS OF THIS CHAPTER:

Hi! So I didn't like some things that was happening so I decided to do a rewrite. It is nothing major! Fret not and there will be no further delays; I wanted to rewrite it all at once to avoid confusion. There a some small changes:

-Charlotte does not move in with Reid: I know, I know, this made some things work better but it was too cliche for me. I didn't want to make things that easy.

-Some more minor details: Instead of explaining questions later on, which I have a habit on, I went back and did some fixings to pull it together.

-Jude's age: Hardly, even. He is about two months younger now I believe, a year and six months old.

-Story line made more clear: I wanted to make this a struggle for Spencer, and before I felt it wasn't clear. A struggle of being a good dad, and sorting his feelings out. He is supposed to be mad at Charlotte, and he doesn't forgive so easily. This leads me to the next point.

-Realtionship post-Jude with Spencer and Charlotte is more rocky: So the way I was writing it, they were kind of on good terms after a while. That doesn't seem so realistic and this makes a better read.

-Charlotte and her parents: At first I made the relationship with her mom more rocky than I am toning it down to.

If anyone new is here, pay no attention to this! And for people who have kept up, I advise that you go read the new chapters because they are different, and the plot deepens as of this chapter.

-Charlotte in general: They are opposites, and I want to make that more clear. From their differing views and so one.

-Age clarification: Alright, Jude was 'concieved' around December first, so he was born early November.

"Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded -with what caution -with what foresight -with what dissimulation I went to work. I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him.""

Spencer was half whispering softly, half sitting up in his bed, Charlotte draped over his chest. He had both arms securely around her, one of them half protecting her shoulder while his hand combed through her hair. Her head rested beneath his neck, her fingers tracing circles on his pale skin. He was reading her A Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe. Technically, he was repeating it from memory. The room was dark, and they had just had a particularly passionate moment.

She was quiet and her breathing was slowed. "Charlie?"

"Hm." she hummed sleepily. "I'm up."

He laughed. "Go to sleep." her grip tightened on him slightly. "You are tired."

Charlotte hummed again. "M'not."

"Yes, you are." he whispered in her ear, sounding half amused. She rubbed her eyes.

"Shut up."

"I love you too, Charlie."

"Daddy!" Jude growled, giggling uncontrollably.

Spencer laughed. "Aren't you supposed to be playing?" Jude looked at him, having no idea what he was saying. "Go play."

Jude clutched his plush toy to him and bolted off. Suddenly someone was sat next to him. "Sorry I'm late."

"Feels like I've been waiting two years." he quipped bitterly. It had been a month now, and Spencer was hot and cold toward Charlotte, and more often then not he was ice cold. He didn't want to be nice to her, or like her even. But there were moments where he would watch her, and feel like things were the same when it was her and him. But things weren't the same.

"Such a damn pleasure to be around no wonder Jude likes being around you." she said sarcastically, irritation hot in her voice. "Jude! Come on."

Spencer looked up as she stood. "Leaving so soon?"

"As much as I love being around you, which I mean from the bottom of my heart, but I have things to do, Jude lets go!" the little boy looked up and smiled brightly at his mom. Charlotte looked frazzled and irritated. She ran her fingers through her hair and huffed slightly.

"Is everything alight?" he asked, standing up and trying to catch her eye.

She rolled her eyes. "Because you would care, right?" she grabbed Judes bag. "Come on honey, say bye to daddy."

"Bye bye." Jude said, welcoming the hug Spencer gave as he picked him up quickly. He handed Jude over to Charlotte.

"Charlotte, wait-"

"I have to go." she said, then walked off without a word.

What was that about?

Later the night, after work, Spencer picked up his apartment before his son came over.

Since Charlotte snapped, he had been thinking a lot. Things with Charlotte weren't good, and he was beyond mad at her. But he had to think, maybe the two being cold toward eachother wasn't the best idea. They had to be partners, and attacking her all the time maybe wasn't the best idea. So when she stopped by later, he planned to talk to her.

When she arrived, Spencer took a deep breath as he opened the door, and did not expect to find her in a mid thigh length, tight, teasingly revealing black dress. Her hair was up slightly, bangs pushed out of her face. "Wow."

She ducked her head and walked around him. "I will come back to get him before eleven."

Spencer closed the door. "You have a date?"

"Something like that." she said neutrally, going to get Jude settled in.

He ignored the pit in his stomach. "Something like that." she didn't respond. "Charlotte, can I talk to you."

She glanced at Jude and nodded. He led her into the kitchen. He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. She leaned on the counter across from him, hand on her hips. "What is it?"

Spencer sighed, shifting his feet. "I haven't been that nice to you, because I guess I haven't stopped being mad at you. But I have been pretty... Pretty cold towards you and I'm sorry. I want to make more of an effort with being partners. I know you have a date, but can we just talk...?"

Her whole face softened as she looked at him with round, big, bright eyes. Stunning, as always. "I have time." she responded.

For a moment, Spencer debated on what to say. Truth was the anger toward her was ebbing, and that was what made him so much more hostile toward her. He was more angry at himself for feeling forgiveness. They had so many good times, just why? "I can't understand why you left."

"I told you why." she almost whispered.

"I still don't understand." he said, trying not to snap at her again. "Why didn't you just tell me? I would have stayed, I would have been there."

"It was stupid and impulsive. I know it was a mistake, but I panicked. Having a baby, with a person meant being tied down, and I... I don't even know anymore. I shouldn't have left, but I was trying to figure out us... If what we had was... Special. If we would work out, if I even wanted it to work out."

"It was special to me." Spencer said, quietly. "I was willing to go the distance for you. You having my baby wouldn't have been the end of the world..." she stared at him, both having a feeling and neither knew what it was exactly. What did the want to say, and did they want to say it? "But I can't help that, our story finished for good that night." This was it, this was his closure. Finally, he could move on from her, even if she was there and he didn't want to, and the thought of him knowing he could finally do so was killing him. Was it killing her too? "I have to be there, for Jude though. I can't be like my dad, Charlotte I refuse."

She was silent, a hurt look in her face. "I'm sorry, Spencer. He is here now, we just have to work with what we got. I regret taking that first year from you, and ruining what we had." she looked away from his eyes, staring at the mug. Spencer didn't know what to say.

Yes he did, he wanted to ask if they had a shot of being them again, but the answer was no.

"I hurt you in so many ways, what I did was..." he eyes flickered down. "I was wrong. I would take it back if I could. Do you think you could ever forgive me?"

Spencer didn't answer at first, all sorts of thoughts creeping into his mind. He liked watching her with Jude, he hated to admit. Her in his life again caused all sorts of contradicting feelings in him, all of them too big to understand at one time. It wasn't fair, he thought he loved her at one point and now he wanted to hate her. She was beautiful, still carefree. He had missed her so bad it hurt, and she waltzed back into his life.

Would he forgive her? He thought of Jude, her son, their son. How could he hate the human being who carried and took care of their beautiful child? He never hated her, he couldn't. But he was still angry, she took Jude away. But the reasons had made sense to her at the time. She was always impulsive, and he knew if one day things got too solid for her she would bolt, and thats exactly what would happen.

Thats why they held off sex for six months, if she was rushed and things became permanent looking she would be terrified and run.

But he made himself promise that when she got back, they had to talk, he would be civil with her. They had to be partners. "Maybe, one day."

She looked at a watch on her wrist. "I have to leave."

He nodded and followed her to the door, opening it for her. "Have fun on your date."

She paused in the doorway, smirking. "Its not a date. The hospital has a fundraiser dinner tonight." she waved and walked away.

He didn't know what reason he was so annoyed with himself was; if he was relieved it wasn't a date, or that he watched her walk away in her tight black dress longer then he should have.

The men with the plaid shirt sat down at one of the tables. He searched the room for the wench.

And right on cue, the girl with dark hair and blue eyes walked in, wearing her hair up and a small black dress. Whore. She smiled and greeted some other useless women.

He took a drink of his scotch, zerioing in on his target. She was wearing a large smile, but she still looked tired.

The man had to admit, it was exilerating; the watching her, she had no idea either. That thought alone failed to arose him. He just wanted to wrap his fingers around her neck at that moment- but no, he had to wait.

Soon.

Later that night, Spencer was at his kitchen table while Jude was passed out on the couch. Spencer was just looking through the picture albums Charlotte leant him. There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" he called out, hoping she could here and hoping Jude couldn't.

The door opened and he heard as Charlottes heels clicked on the floor and she walked into the kitchen. He heard an amused chuckle. "I look so pregnant in that." she said as if the fact made her self conscious.

He looked over his shoulder at her. "Don't be silly, you look fine. Glowing, right?" She laughed, her face flushing, then came to sit next to him. "How was it?"

"Fun." she said, leaning against her hand and looking at the album. "I'm exhausted though." she looked up at him through her eye lashes. "Did he give you any trouble."

"No he was an angel." he said. His eyes casted down, and a stream of red caught his eye. "Are- Are you okay? You're bleeding."

She looked at her hands. "Where?"

"Your-" he chocked on his words. "Your, right there." she looked down at her microdermals and swore.

"Jude tore one of them the other day, its been healing. Do you have a bandaid?"

He nodded, standing up and getting a wet washcloth. "Here." he handed it to her and searched for a bandaid. Charlotte struggled to get the bleeding to clot but eventually put the bandaid on. He watched, that same love he felt two years ago showing signs again.

Maybe forgiveness wouldn't be so hard.

A/N

Next chapter will be up soon, and will deal with the his team and mother finding out. And who is the man with the plaid jacket and what is his deal? Who knows! I'm just a tease. Reviews are lovely.

And so I have a question, by the way; Who side would you take? Or, can you possibly see where Charlotte is coming from in her side of the arguement, and can you see why Spencer was upset?

And how do you like the new reboot?