To YouMustBeDreaming: You are right, no one really has showed that much surprise, but that is more to the fact that A) they are profilers and even showing a little bit gets their point across to each other, and B) they know that there is no point in going crazy surprised on him because he has already made up his mind.
To Sue, I thank you as I always do for you reviews, I love seeing them. :)
To the rest of you, Thank you, you make me want to write.
So I wont even ramble now just give you,
Chapter Seven, Houses, Houses
Spencer and Morgan spent the next hour discussing, or arguing may be a better word for what they were doing, about what to do with the old blue clunker that was Reid's car. Finally Reid gave in and let Morgan scrap it, but only when their arguing disturbed Isadora. Derek made a call to a wrecking company to come get the car, and that was that.
"Is the crib up?" Derek asked Spencer who was puttering around in the kitchen making dinner.
"Yes, Morgan. Its in my bedroom." He said gesturing down the small hallway.
"Is it done right? Are all the bolts tight?" Derek asked leaning on the counter of the kitchen island.
Spencer let out an exasperated sigh. "I know that you all seem to think that I am too weak to do anything, but I can screw in a bolt right. I do have a PhD in engineering, you know."
Derek laughed a lightly.
"You can go check if it would make you feel better." And Derek shot off down the hall to inspect the baby's crib set up in Spencer's bedroom. Spencer shook his head and continued to cook as if nothing had changed. Derek came back twenty minutes later looking satisfied. "Up to your standards?"
Derek reluctantly nodded. "Yeah, Reid, it looked good."
The younger man smirked as he served and ate his dinner.
A while after dinner, Derek left for home and his dog, leaving Spencer and Isadora sitting on the couch playing. Spencer was content to play with Isadora, the little baby that he was rapidly beginning to think of as his. He dreaded the day that he would be might be told that he had to give her up. Shaking off the sad thought he smiled at the baby in his arms.
Spencer and Isadora continued their play for a while before Spencer's phone rang.
It better not be a case, I can't go,he thought to himself. He reached for his phone and answered the call. "Reid."
"Hey Wonder Boy, when do you want me to come over to look up apartments with you? I have a list of available ones near good schools already that I think you will like." The unmistakable voice of Penelope Garcia came over the line, Spencer sighed in relief.
"Uh, whenever you are free, Garcia." He answered.
"I'm free now, if you want. Get it out of the way, send off some online applications or arrange some viewings." She suggested.
"Yeah that sounds great. Isadora and I aren't doing anything." Spencer adjusted said baby while she wiggled her arms about and began sucking on her fingers.
"Alright, I'll be over soon, do you need anything?"
"Nope, JJ took me out this morning and we got pretty much everything I could possibly need." He answered. "See you when you get here."
And the line went dead as Penelope hung up. Spencer shook his head and hung up his phone.
In no time Penelope was setting her laptop up on his coffee table bringing up site after site of available apartments. That's a few? Maybe in the land that she lives in, Spencer thought with a snort. Penelope gave him a look that clearly said, You wanted my help, I'm helping. Spencer looked down for a moment before scanning the screen.
The two friends spent a good portion of time talking about the schools available. The pros and cons of private versus public, and the various schools against each other. Once they decided on a school, the same one Henry was about to attend in September, the same one Jack already attended, they began looking at apartments and small houses in the area.
"This one is two bedrooms, there is a pool in the basement and a park on the grounds." Garcia said for probably the fifth apartment with the exact same description. While she flipped through the album of pictures that went with the ad, Spencer watched halfheartedly. He was reluctant to move into such a big building, he didn't want to be up high and all the ones available in the large buildings were in the upper floors. He liked his apartment, it was only a third floor, yet it still had a good view out each window, the lay out worked well for him, and he was close to what he needed.
"It's alright i guess." He said.
Penelope looked at him and then around the room they were in. She pulled the laptop closer to herself and began a new search. Ten minutes later she was showing him town houses with small back yards close to the school they chose. He seemed to like these more so she began showing him things that were just a little bigger, duplexes, small townhouse rows, and single detached homes.
Each house had their advantages and disadvantages and it came down, as it always does, to compromises and renovation ideas. Spencer had Penelope send off four emails asking to view the houses when they could.
"So that is that, the last email sent. I will let you know when they call back or email me back and then we can go alright?" Penelope asked the man before her. "And you need to call Hotch and let him know what is going on. You can't avoid it, we are supposed to be back at work on Wednesday, that's only three days away."
Spencer nodded. "Alright. And I know I have to call Hotch, I will tomorrow morning, okay?"
Penelope hummed in agreement and set about packing up her computer. It was nearly ten and she wanted to be home in bed. She slung the laptop bag over her shoulder and walked towards the door. She stopped and turned around. She set her bag down on the floor and disappeared into Spencer's bedroom.
When Spencer came into the room, he found Penelope sitting on his bed rocking Isadora while murmuring to her. A soft smile played on his lips as he watched from the door way. Penelope didn't notice his presence as she cooed to the baby.
"You are one lucky girl, Izzie. There doesn't seem to be anything he wont do for you." She whispered. Penelope clutched the girl tighter for a moment before setting her back into the new dark wood crib. She turned from the sleeping child and her eyes locked on Spencer. "How... how long have you been there?"
"Just a second." He said, not giving her the full truth. Before you started talking to her, he finished in his head.
"Oh, okay." She said and straightened herself. "I should get going."
"Alright, see you later." Spencer stepped to the side to let the woman out of his bedroom and followed her to the door. "Have a good night Garcia, thanks for the help."
"Any time G-man." And she was gone.