Hey guys,

Looks like I got to work, actually, I didn't, I just discovered that I had most of this chapter already written and ready to go, I just added the last two paragraphs... Maybe. Either way, I will try to get the next chapter up hopefully tomorrow, but I think there is only going to be three-ish chapters more after this one. I could be wrong, it all depends on how it works out in the end.

For those who are wondering, the poll on which story I write next is still up, though I think I said that I was closing it a while back. I will be writing both Morgan and Garcia's stories, though I would like to know what you guys want first. Through another vote up, or leave me a review or send me a message with your preference, I will begin writing that as soon as this one is done.

Alright, without further adieux,

Chapter Sixteen, Feeling Lost, Feeling Found

Spencer didn't register packing up all of his things and Isadora's things that had ended up on the table in the other room after the revelation about the baby. He was far too lost in thought to even consider thinking about what he wanted to do to the woman who would walk away from a child -his child. Thoughts of what to do now swirled around his head, all coming to a crashing halt when the thought ended with his child, my daughter. His mind whirled around, how could I have forgotten sleeping with someone? How is that even possible? I remember everything, even the things I don't want to remember. He huffed in frustration as he gathered the baby bag and headed to the door.

He didn't acknowledge JJ following behind him silently after signing a piece of paper on the way past a detective's desk agreeing to testify if necessary. The pair were silent as Spencer strapped the baby into her seat in the back of JJ's car. They didn't speak on the short ride to the Reid's new home. When the car came to a stop in the driveway, behind the box truck, Spencer exited the vehicle and gathered his baby.

Spencer silently entered the house and made his way directly to the only room which had things set up in it, Isadora's nursery. He settled himself into the rocking chair in the corner and stared at the wall.

Unbeknownst to him, JJ had entered the house behind him and gathered the team to explain what had happened. JJ stood in the kitchen, Penelope and Derek to her right, Dave, Emily and Hotch to her left.

"Spence called me from the police station, he asked me to bring Isadora to him. He didn't tell me why, just to bring her. I did and when I arrived, he and an officer were waiting for me. It seems that the mother not only purposefully left her baby outside an apartment, but Spencer's meaningfully." JJ started.

"Why Spencer?" Dave asked.

"Yeah, why Pretty Boy?" Derek further questioned, not giving the blonde a chance to answer. "And who is this 'mother'?"

The men and women around JJ seemed to lean in, as if she were going to whisper the answer instead of speak it.

"Angela Parks, the woman, says she met Spence at a bar. He was 'drinking himself under the table' and she joined him. At some point they left. I am sure you can all figure out what happened next. Either way, she left before he woke up and didn't mention it to anyone. When she had the baby she realized that she couldn't take care of her, so she left her with Spencer." JJ finished.

The room was silent for a moment before everyone began to speak as one, each cutting over the other, speaking louder then each other. JJ stood, eyes flicking to each member of the team's own wide eyes. A look of incredibility was plastered across each face. Suddenly, Penelope jumped on the spot slightly, and ran out of the room. She by-passed the main floor and scurried up the stairs. She only spared the bath and guest rooms a quick glance before rushing to Isadora's bedroom at the end of the hall.

When Penelope entered, Spencer was still sitting in the same position he settled into when he entered the house. Isadora resting on his chest, leaning back in the rocker, eyes closed, running his fingers through her hair. She stood in the door way for an amount of time that neither her, nor him could tell you how long it was before she slowly made her way to him. She settled on her knees beside the rocker and rested her hand on top of the hand Spencer held the baby in place with.

"Spencer?" She whispered.

At first he didn't react to his name, nor the hand on his, but when she repeated his name a second time, he opened his eyes to look down at her. His eyes had taken on a haunted faraway look that made her worry, he had seen so much, and this is making him reassess everything he had done. Thinking and rethinking on thoughts he had already thought and dismissed. His mouth opened as if to speak, but closed without a sound. His eyes took on a near desperate look that exposed more of Spencer's emotions then he ever showed to anyone. Penelope squeezed the fingers she could on his hand and shuffled closer to him.

"It's going to be okay, Spencer, you'll see." She said, looking him in the eyes. "Now they can't take her away, not ever. She's yours, Wonder Boy."

"H-how do I not remember?" He seemed to be asking himself more than Penelope, but she answered anyway.

"You are hardly the first to drink to the point of a black out, G-man." She told him softly with a light grin.

"I-I've never-!" He cut off his near shout when Isadora began to fuss on his chest, he looked down at her. She's mine, passed through his head quickly before he was up out of the rocker and checking her over to see why she was fussing. He didn't notice the wide grin on Penelope's face as he nearly instinctively began to bounce and sing to the little girl.

"You are a good daddy, Reid, a very good daddy." Penelope said just loud enough for him to hear as she left the room.

Spencer looked over his shoulder briefly to look at the retreating back of the friend he never had realized was as important to him until all of this happened, and his mind slipped a different thought that stunned him nearly as much as Isadora being his, Penny would be an amazing mother. He shook himself and continued to try and calm the fussing baby, but she refused to settle.

Sighing in exasperation after trying everything he could think of, Spencer quietly trekked downstairs to find his friends unpacking his things, organizing his home in near silence, the only sounds being the shuffling of feet or items and the occasional question about where things went. He bypassed the living room where Emily and Hotch were lining books up on the shelves, those won't be in the right order, I'll have to fix that later. He walked into the kitchen to see Penelope and JJ putting away all of the dishes and food into the cupboards and pantry.

JJ looked up at the sound of the baby fussing and went to take her from Spencer, yet when she attempted to take Isadora; she began to fuss louder, her cries becoming sobs. JJ looked a bit shocked, and then looked at Penelope, who had just stood from her kneeling position in front of a cupboard where she was organizing Spencer's pots. Penelope took a step and retrieved the small child from JJ's arms and cuddled her close to her chest. Isadora almost immediately calmed and her sobs soothed to catching breaths, to nothing and in no time, she was asleep.

JJ raised an eye brow at the colourful woman and left the room.

"She likes you." Spencer said unnecessarily. "I-" he cut himself off from completing his sentence, but finished in his head, -think she thinks you are her mother.