A/N not mine, I own nothing but the plot
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They dropped Derek's belongings at Hanks house. It had been the house that he and Savannah first lived in. The house where he and Penelope would occasionally have their movie nights. The house where it all started to go wrong.
They decided to go to one of the smaller locally owned restaurants. A place he had frequented when he lived in Quantico. They enjoyed it and had a comfortable conversation.
"Dad, Mari and I have some news to share with you. Just please listen before you say anything."
He nodded and watched Hank take Mari's hand and kiss her knuckles. He could see that his son was nervous.
Hank cleared his throat and never took his eyes off of Mari as he spoke. "Dad, you're going to be a Grandpa. Mari and I are having a baby."
"That is the best news I have heard in a long time. When's my grandbaby going to be here?"
"Around Thanksgiving. You're not upset?"
"No, this is exactly what our little family needs. What did your mom have to say about it?"
"She's not talking to us. She made some nasty comments about how I'm just like you and she said some nasty things about Mari. Calling her white trash. I never knew she could be so cruel."
"She wasn't always like that."
"Are you going to tell us what happened?"
"It was all my fault. That's what we're going to discuss on Sunday. I only want to do this once, so please be patient with me."
Hank nodded and they resumed eating their meal. The tension was thick in the air around them. He wasn't sure how he was going to explain everything to them. Penelope probably already told Spencer what had transpired between nearly twenty six years ago. Penelope wouldn't keep something like that from her husband. He could only hope, that Spencer didn't hate him too much. There were so many integral parts to this entire mess. Now he will have to own up to it all.
After their meal they all went back to Hanks home. They sat around the kitchen table, one that Penelope had given to him when he first finished working on the house. It felt as though, no matter where he was, she would haunt his memories forever.
He went up to the guest room. The room the had been Penelope's. This was going to be a long week. The memories that they shared in this house. The nightmares that she soothed for him. How he wished he could go back and fix it all.
The next day after lunch he went with Hank to help set up his office. He was surprised to see Hotch and Reid in the bullpen.
Spencer barely acknowledge him. Hotch came over and shook his hand. Welcoming both Him and Hank to Quantico.
"Where will you be working Hank?"
"I'll be down the hall, in the Tech pool to start. Once I'm doing training there I am to be the analyst for counter terrorism."
"Why not the BAU?"
"I don't want to live in my father's footsteps. I was still hearing about his door kicking, ambulance blowing up, days of glory at the academy. This way I'm still part of the FBI, but can make my own way."
"You're in good company, my oldest son, Jack is in Counter Terrorism. I think you'll work together just fine. Morgan, it was good seeing you. I have some paperwork to finish up. Maybe we can get lunch next week."
"That'd be great."
After Hotch walked away Spencer came up and introduced himself to Hank.
"Hurt my wife again, and you'll find out how good of an agent I've become. I'm allowing you in our home tomorrow out of respect for Penelope. If I don't like what you have to say, or if you upset my daughter in any way, you will leave and never darken our doorstep again. Am I clear?" Spencer growled out.
"Crystal."
"Good, we'll be eating at 6:30. This is our address. Daisy goes to bed at eight, that's when you can tell us, what is sure to be a riveting story."
With that parting statement Reid walked off. He had never seen his friend so bitter. The sad part was that he could understand why his friend felt this way. He hadn't contacted him, since he said goodbye.
Soon they were done setting up his office. The drive back to the house was silent. The tension was so thick that a bullet couldn't get through it.
Once the arrived Hank slammed the car door and stormed into the house. Derek wasn't sure what had caused this outburst, but knew it would be best if he gathered his things, called a cab, and checked into a hotel.
Fifteen minutes later Hank was standing in the doorway of the guest bedroom.
"Running away?"
"No, son. I thought it would be best if I stayed at a hotel. I'll leave Monday morning to head back home."
"I wish you would just tell me what the hell is going on. I'm not mad, I'm just upset that you hurt so many people. I would like you to stay here for the entire week. I think we need to discuss this further. I will respect your wishes and wait until diner tomorrow to find out what's going on. "
"I need you to understand that I did my best, to protect you and my friends. I stayed in a loveless marriage for years and even after it ended, I stayed with what had become the status quo."
"Pops, we'll listen to all you have to say after diner tomorrow night. Mari and I are heading to bed. Would you mind helping us move her in here tomorrow before we head over to the Reid house?"
"Yeah, I can do that."
"Thank you. I'll see you in the morning."
After saying their goodnight, he lay in his bed. He couldn't shut his mind down. He tossed and turn all night. Around six he finally gave up and went down to start coffee and breakfast for everyone.
He helped them get Mari's belongings moved into the house. Soon it was time to head over to the Reid home for diner. His entire back was completely knotted up from nerves.
He raised his hand to knock on the door when Penelope whipped it open. She immediately pulled Mari in for a hug. She greeted Hank in the same fashion. He felt a little gipped she only gave him a cursory nod of her head.
He pulled her aside for a moment."I need to know that it's alright to talk about things that happened between us and why you went into hiding for awhile. I don't know what all you told Spencer."
"I don't keep secrets from my husband. He knows all of it. I told him the night we started dating. I couldn't be in a healthy relationship with him and keep secrets like that. He helped me more than anyone I know. He became my best friend, my lover, father to our oldest, and then my husband. The day you decided that we weren't worth having as friends, was the same day I gave up on you. Spencer was the one who named Gideon. He wanted his oldest to be named after his brother and father, despite how they treated him. If it had been up to me, he wouldn't have been named after you. We need to get into the dinning room. Diner is ready, and Daisy has a routine that we try to stick too."
He follows her into the dinning room and takes the seat left of his son. Grace was said and the food was passed around. He watched how Spencer interacted with Daisy. The older children were at the neighbors house for a cookout. They would be home around ten.
Once everyone had finished eating and cleared the table, he saw Penelope gently take her daughters hand and guide her upstairs. He helped Spencer make a pot of coffee and carry it into the den. Twenty minutes and a half a pot of coffee later, Penelope came back.
"Are you ready to tell us what happened?" Penelope asked.
"She found out the day I left here. I'm not sure how, but she found out about all of it."
"I told you that you should have told her from the get go. I told Spencer before he and I started seeing each other."
Hank looked at the two of them, like they had each sprouted a new head.
"Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" Hank growled.
"Hank," Derek began. "You have an older sister. We gave her..."
