Spencer Reid/Derek Morgan

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Hey Guys, hope you enjoyed the last chapter, and if you did, here's the second!

"Rawrrrrrrr!"

Henry jumped towards Spencer, who fell dramatically back on the grass where he was sitting as he pretended to be scared. Henry had just run back over from the face painting stall and was now sporting the face of a lion. He curled his fingers and growled as he stood over Spencer.

"A lion! Oh no, what am I going to do?!"

Henry shook his head at Spencer.

"Uncle Spence, it's me!"

Spencer blinked.

"Henry? Since when did you become a lion?"

Henry plonked himself down on the grass next to Spencer and began plucking grass blades between his fingers, all the time shaking his head at Spencer and tutting.

"It's just face paint, Uncle Spence."

"Well, that's alright then."

They sat in silence for a few moments, Henry getting up every now and again to go and fetch a daisy before bringing it back to create a pile near Spencer's feet whilst the young profiler picked apart blades of grass. Spencer watched him with a smile on his face until a vaguely familiar face caught his attention.

Over by the main tent, a man in his mid-thirties was standing with his hands in his pockets, his dark hair partially obscured by a baseball cap as he watched the surrounding people with interest. His dark eyes were heavy with tiredness, and his face was marred by a scruffy beard that spoke of weeks missing a razor. The baseball jacket he was wearing was marked and old, but it was the insignia stitched into the back that Spencer recognised. The eagle pattern was the same as the one that had been left at each of the seven crime scenes in their most recent case in Quantico. Seven shootings, all in community areas, all on the same night. The team had known there was more than one Unsub by the different treatment the victims received, but they were all left with the same eagle insignia. The man himself had been at the last crime scene, hanging around the outskirts like a curious bypasser, but his rapt expression had made Spencer uneasy to the point he had approached him, at which point the man made a quick exit, mumbling about another appointment.

Turning to look around the park, Spencer let his eyes fall across the crowds surrounding them and caught sight of two more men wearing the same insignia, however theirs were far less conspicuous than the man beside the tent. One man - a tall and lanky Caucasian man with a polo shirt and jeans - bore the eagle in the form of a badge tacked onto his rucksack, whilst the other - slightly overweight, in his fifties, balding – had it tattooed on his left arm. They were cautiously picking their way to the outskirts of the park, and Spencer felt unease prickling in his gut as he watched them.

He looked towards Henry and called him over, keeping an arm around him as he stood before lifting him onto his hip and sliding his phone from his messenger bag. He speed dialled Derek as quickly as he could as he headed for the edge of the park.

Derek answered on the fourth ring.

"Hey, Pretty Boy. Enjoying your day?"

"Derek, I think our Unsubs are here at the park. There's a man wearing a jacket with the same insignia standing outside the main tent, and two others, one with a badge and one with a tattoo. They're acting suspicious."

He heard Derek standing quickly and calling the others over.

"Okay, Spencer, you're on speaker."

"I think some of the guys were after are-"

"Where do you think you're going?"

The voice came from in front of him, and Spencer looked up to see a man with a gun and eagle-emblazoned baseball jacket blocking the main gate. He looked behind him and saw five others including the two others he had seen herding people towards the main tent. He lowered his phone from his ear but didn't cut off the call as he held Henry tighter.

"We were just…um…heading home."

The man smirked, and the scar that ran across his top lip twisted it into a nasty snarl that had Henry hiding his face in Spencer's neck. A baseball cap threw shadows across his face and he shook his head slightly from side to side.

"Not any more. Back to the tent, now."

Spencer didn't want to move. He wanted to whisk Henry home and keep him safe, but he knew that defying the men currently holding the guns would only get them hurt, so he reluctantly turned and began walking back. Henry held tightly to his neck, and Spencer heard him whimper.

"Uncle Spence, I want to go home. I'm scared; why does that man have a big gun?"

Spencer hugged his godson closer and tried to calm him down. He was very aware of the still connected phone call going on in his hand.

"I know you do, Henry; believe me, I do too. But it's okay, we'll be alright, I promise; you've just got to do as I say okay?" He took a deep breath and looked down at the phone. "I'm so sorry, JJ" he breathed as he disconnected the call and ducked into the tent with Henry tucked protectively in his arms.

Inside, everyone was sitting down, huddled together and trying desperately to avoid eye contact with the men circling them with guns. Spencer carried Henry over to the back of the tent and crouched down by the back wall, keeping the little boy slightly behind him, praying that he would be able to keep him safe like he promised.

"I'm so sorry, JJ."

JJ choked out a sob as she heard Spencer's last words before the phone cut off. She could believe it. Her little boy and her best friend were trapped with a group of murderers; they were meant to be safe and having fun, not fearing for their lives. She looked over to Morgan, who was watching her with eyes that were as scared as her own. Another sob escaped, and then Morgan was there, his arms around her, holding her tightly as the others looked at one another helplessly. Things were so much different when their possible victims were loved ones, and it took a moment for Hotch to regain himself and begin planning how they'd approach the situation.

As the team scrambled to work, Morgan steadied JJ and looked into her watery eyes. When they were the only two left in the room, he touched her cheek.

"They'll be okay, JJ. It's Spencer; he'll look after Henry. He'd never let anything hurt him."

JJ nodded as she tried to calm herself. She knew that. She knew that Spencer would give everything to protect Henry. She took a deep breath to calm herself; she wasn't going to be any good to anyone if she was hysterical, especially not Henry and Spencer. She tried to give Morgan a small smile; he seemed to appreciate the effort, because a small, shaky smile crept over his own face, and they shared one final hug before rushing after the rest of the team.

So, How'd I do for the second chapter? Worth continuing? Reviews are MUCH appreciated! xxxxxx