Third chapter in... less then forty eight hours! Guess you guys are just lucky little buggers eh? So this chapter is longer then the others (thank goodness) So I hope you enjoy it.

And now,

Chapter three, Men in Uniform

Penelope smiled to herself as she organized baby food and formula cans in the part of the pantry Spencer indicated before he went to his bedroom to phone the dispatch to file a report with the DC police regarding Isadora. He had been gone ten minutes and she had alphabetized the food, stacked it in even rows, twisted them all to show the labels and was starting to redo it all when Spencer finally came back into the room. He set his cordless home phone on the coffee table before joining Penelope in the kitchen.

"Thanks for putting those away." He said, nodding to the stacked jars. "They are sending an officer over here to take a statement."

Penelope nods, "I figured they would. Do you want me to stick around?"

"Yeah, they want to see the video as well." Spencer glanced around the room. "At least I don't have to clean up before they get here."

Penelope giggled and made her way back to her laptop and sat down. Spencer followed her and sat beside her on the couch. The two watched the small child in the playpen sleep through the mesh side of it. Soft smiles played across each of their faces as the girl shifted and rubbed her face with her tiny fist. Spencer picked up a book off the coffee table and began to read, Penelope pulled a blank disk from her laptop bag and began the process of saving the small video clips onto it to give to the police.

When the small baby began to whine Spencer stood and walked over to her. She had woken up and didn't want to be in the small bed. Reaching into the playpen Spencer picked up the baby and held her to his chest. He had taken all of two steps before he realized that the girl needed to be changed. Wrinkling his nose at the smell permeating around the child he walked her into his room, stopping only to pick up the bag with diapers and wipes in it.

It was then that there was a knock on the door. A quick glance at Reid's bedroom door told her that she had to answer the door, and Penelope stood and walked over. Not bothering to look through the peep hole, Penelope opened the door to find a pair of police officers in their uniforms standing there. She stepped aside and the two men walked into the room. Penelope closed the door and offered them a seat on the couch. "Spencer will be out in a minute, he is just changing the baby in the other room." She gestured to the closed bedroom door.

The first officer nodded. "I am Officer McKinley, you are," he paused to look at his note book. "Penelope Garcia?"

"I am." She inclined her head.

"Could we ask you some questions before Mr. Reid returns?" McKinley asked.

"Of course, what would you like to know?" She asked.

"You were who Mr. Reid called first, why is that?" He asked while the other officer occupied himself by looking around the living room.

"We work together at the FBI, he and I are friends, and he just needed someone to help him focus before he had police and CPS and everyone tramping through his home." She said slightly defensively.

"I see. And in your opinion, has Mr. Reid done a what is best for the child while she has been in his care?" The officer asked inquiringly.

Penelope looked around the apartment. "There is formula in the pantry. A playpen set up for her to sleep in, diapers to change her with. Yes I think he is doing well." I brought it all, but they don't need to know that, she thought to herself.

The officer nodded and wrote something down in his book. "And you would help him, yes?"

"Of course! Spencer is one of my best friends, I would help him with anything." Penelope looked almost offended at the idea that she wouldn't help.

The officer just nodded again.

Spencer's bedroom door opened and he emerged holding the now unwrapped child in his arms. He nodded to the officers and walked around them to place the child in the playpen. He stood, glanced at the girl before finally greeting the officers. "Hello gentlemen, my name is Doctor Spencer Reid, though I am sure you know that." The emphasis on his title suggested that he had heard the officer refer to him as mister instead. "I guess you are hear for the report, feel free to take a seat." He gestured to his couch and love seat. The second officer pulled a small clipboard from a bag he held and sat on the love seat, nudging his partner to do the same. Once he had, the second officer looked to Spencer, who had taken a seat beside Penelope.

"My name is Micheal Clark, would you be able to recount what happened this evening when you got home?" The mad spoke while adjusting his clipboard and pen to write the report down.

Spencer shifted in his seat and began his tale. "My team and I just finished a case in Arkansas and I had just gotten up to my door. I was about to unlock it when I heard a loud cry. I pulled my gun out and looked around, but then I spotted her wrapped up in a blanket laying on the floor." As Spencer recounted his tale, Officer Clark wrote word for word what he said. Once the tale was complete the officer asked Spencer to sign the report after reading it. He was shocked to say the least when Spencer did no more then glance at the report before signing and handing it back.

"You did read it right?" He asked.

"Yes, I can read twenty thousand words a minute." Spencer looked away and scrubbed the back of his neck. The officers' eyes widened slightly before refocusing on the task at hand.

"And you are willing to look after the child for the time being?" The first officer, McKinley asked.

"Yes, it wasn't a random act to leave her at my door, it was thought out, done for a reason." He said. "Why would I send her somewhere else when I am capable?"

The officer nodded and wrote that down. "And if CPS asked, you would continue to care for the child?"

Spencer nodded his head. "Of course."

The officers nodded and each took their own notes. Before looking at Penelope again.

"You have access to the video feed?"

"I do, I can show you, I also made a copy of the pertinent stream for you to take with you." Penelope turned her laptop on the coffee table to face the officers before playing each clip for them. The officers took notes on the video feed.

"Can you estimate the height of the woman in the video?" McKinley asked Penelope.

"I can do better then that if you give me a minute." And Penelope was typing away on her laptop. The officers exchanged looks.

"Penelope is a technical annalist at the FBI, its her job to do anything and everything involving computers, including calculate the height of an Unsub from a picture of video." Spencer explained after watching the looks. The pair nodded.

"Here we go, she is five feet and six inches. Though it looks like she might be wearing heels so I would hazard to guess that she is likely closer to five feet three." Penelope turned the laptop back to face the officers, it now showed a still shot from the video with a little white line beside the standing woman.

The Officers nodded and wrote again in their note books before standing.

"I believe that is all we need." Clark said. Penelope stood and snapped a Cd and case in his hand.

"Your copy of the video feed." She nodded and sat back down.

Spencer stood and showed the men to the door. "Thank you officers."

The men nodded and McKinley passed through the door. Clark stopped and shook Spencer's hand. "A CPS worker will be here soon to talk to you. Have a good evening." And disappeared out the door.