A/N: I can't apologize enough for the huge space between chapters but life has been blaahh! lol. With my final exams and now my summer job, I've been quite busy. But I'll try to make time for the greatness of fanfiction. Thanks to my beta! :) I hope that you guys like the update and haven't forgotten this story. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of its characters.

Chapter 13 – Family Matters

Like he had said he would, Reid drew Elle's bath and then returned to the living room. Mrs. Greenaway seemed content with watching a soap opera on television, but her two youngest children were a little restless.

Vincent and Rafael were sitting on the sofa and as Reid passed them on his way to the kitchen, he heard Rafael mutter, "What? I don't even know the guy. He seems cool."

Reid opened the refrigerator door and scrutinized his stock. He would definitely have to go grocery shopping later. His apartment was only used to feeding one person, two since he had started seeing Elle. He was startled when he closed the refrigerator door and turned to see that Elle's brothers were now in the kitchen with him, both standing and leaning against the counter. "Are either of you hungry or thirsty?" He asked hospitably.

"No, thanks," Rafael replied politely. He tilted his head towards his brother. "Vinnie here is concerned that you don't know Elle well enough to be having a baby with her."

Reid was slightly taken aback but at least he knew the roots of Vincent's dislike for him now. Maybe Elle was right, and he was just protective. "Well I think I do," he stated confidently.

"What's her middle name?" Vincent asked in challenge.

"Isabella," he responded quickly.

"Her birthday?"

"April 14th."

Vincent elbowed his younger brother in the ribs and Rafael groaned. "Okay, fine! Since we're playing Elle trivia…ummm…What's her favorite book?"

"Don Quixote." Reid was aware that he paid incredibly close attention to anything and everything that Elle says, and it only boosted his confidence more

"Vinnie, he's a genius, you're not going to stump him," Rafael sighed.

"I know Elle very well and I remember everything that she's ever told me. For example," he looked at Rafael, "your middle name is Christopher and your birthday is July 23rd. You have an engineering degree from Columbia and you're a talented musician. Vincent, your middle name is Michael and your birthday is April 8th. You played hockey for Michigan State before you blew out your knee and now you coach at NYU." Reid paused for a moment and added quietly, "I love Elle and I'm excited to have a baby with her."

Rafael chuckled and patted Vincent on the shoulder. "Well, he showed you, I like him."

Reid gave the youngest Greenaway a small smile before Mrs. Greenaway's voice called out from the living room. "Boys, leave Spencer alone."

"Mom!" They all heard Elle call out from the bathroom. Mrs. Greenaway hustled to her feet and walked down the hallway until she reached the bathroom.

She returned to the living room a few minutes later and Reid looked at her in worry. "Is she okay?"

"She's fine," Mrs. Greenaway smiled. "She just wants her brothers to go to her house and bring back her car and her cat. Here is the spare key." She pulled a key chain with a single key on it out of her pocket and handed it to Vincent.

"Come on man," Rafael spoke enthusiastically, "we'll just take the bike."

"I'm not riding on your motorcycle with you!" Vincent protested.

Rafael laughed, "Stop being so macho."

The two brothers continued to argue as they left the apartment.

"They really are good boys," Mrs. Greenaway smiled sympathetically at Reid.

"I know," he nodded. "I can't fault them because if I had a sister, I would be protective too."

"They're boys, so they want to protect their sister, but they're even worse because of what Elle's been through. All of the boys, except for Rafael, remember it very…uhh…" She paused for a moment. Even though she had lived in the United States since her late teens, she still had an accent and sometimes had a bit of trouble finding the right words in English. "Vividly," she finally decided.

"How was that time for Elle?" He asked quietly. He felt bad going behind Elle's back and asking her mother, but he felt he needed to know. He knew that she had gone into a period of depression when she was nineteen and he needed to know the warning signs.

"Well at first, she buried herself in her school work. That wasn't unusual because it was exam time and she had always been focused on her studies. But once her exams were over was when we started to notice a change." Reid could see that Mrs. Greenaway was reliving one of the worst times in her life. After all, parents should not have to watch their children suffer. "She hardly spent time with any of her friends and she tried to leave the house as little as possible. She took very long showers, slept in later then usual, and watched Footloose almost everyday. I think that to this day, that movie still makes her feel good," she added. "She didn't have as much of an appetite; we forced her to finish her meals. And of course, she was up all hours of the night because she had nightmares. She was just a shell of herself for a while and I thought that we had lost her for good," Mrs. Greenaway finished quickly and avoided eye contact with Reid.

"What helped?" He asked concerned.

"Besides Footloose," she giggled jokingly before becoming serious again. She wasn't sure if Reid wanted to know the answer to his question. "Therapy helped."

Reid's eyes narrowed in suspicion. There was something that she wasn't telling him. He was a profiler after all. "What else?" He asked trying to sound casual.

"A good friend of hers," Mrs. Greenaway answered slowly.

Reid turned away from Mrs. Greenaway when he heard the soft padding of footsteps. He smiled as he saw Elle wearing one of his old sweaters and a pair of shorts with her wet hair falling on her shoulders. "I feel much better," she sighed.

"Good honey," her mother smiled. "How are your wrists and ankles?"

"Sore."

"I should put that cream on your wrists and ankles now then," Reid announced as he grabbed the bag from the drugstore off of the small table next to the sofa. He sat down, pulled the bottle of prescription cream out of its packaging, and motioned for Elle to sit next to him. She smiled as she took a seat and placed her feet in his lap. "This is going to feel cold," he warned.

She flinched and laughed when he first applied the cream to her right ankle. "Yeah, it's cold."

"I'm sorry," he apologized sweetly. He smiled timidly as he lifted his head and saw that Elle was looking at him from under her eyelashes with a smile on her face.

He finished massaging the cream into the wounded skin of her wrists and ankles and then neatly, and carefully, bandaged them. "Thanks Spencer."

"You're welcome." He noticed three things in that instant. First, that she was using his first name more frequently. Second, she was comfortable enough to leave her feet in his lap and third, her hands were resting protectively on her stomach.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Rafael announced happily as he came barreling through the front door with Vincent behind him. Elle's body involuntarily jumped, a natural reaction after a traumatic event, so Reid caressed her feet to calm her. "I have food and Vinnie has a feline," he laughed.

Vincent tossed the keys to Elle's car which he had driven on the small table near the door and placed Sebastian's kennel on the carpet, while Rafael carried the bags of food into the kitchen.

"Vincent, can you let Sebastian out please?" Elle asked quietly.

Her younger brother nodded and quickly leaned down to open the kennel door. The large, orange and white cat dashed out of the small cage and leapt into Elle's lap. It was obvious that he missed his owner.

"So a late dinner, what did you bring back, Rafael?" Mrs. Greenaway asked as she walked into the kitchen to join her youngest son.

"Chinese," he grinned.

"I think that I'm just going to go to bed," Elle announced as she slowly got up off of the sofa with Sebastian in her arms.

Reid quickly exchanged a look with Mrs. Greenaway before saying, "You should eat something first."

"I'm not hungry," she protested.

"Sis, just have a little," Rafael encouraged with a pleasant, boyish smile.

Elle sighed loudly. "Fine."

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When Elle could tell that everyone else at the table was satisfied with her nutritional intake, she once again announced that she was going to bed. She brushed her teeth before heading into the bedroom that she now shared with Reid…that would take some getting used to. Not to mention the fact that she hardly had any of her things here.

She had just finished pulling down the covers when she heard a knock on the door. "Come in."

"Hey Elle," Vincent spoke awkwardly as he entered the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

"What's up? You sound anxious."

"I just want to let you know that I was talking to Jon, he's back from Europe and he wants to see you, or at least, he wants a call." Vincent's words came out in a rush and it had Elle wondering what he was hiding. Something about this subject matter was making her brother nervous which was odd considering the close friendship that Vincent had with Jon. Maybe he feared her reaction because of the timing?

"He's in New York?" She asked curiously.

He nodded tentatively. "Yeah."

Vincent took the silence that followed as his queue to leave. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight Vinnie," she responded quietly.

She watched her brother leave before picking her cell phone up off of the bedside table. She scrolled through her contacts list until she found 'Jon'. She waited impatiently as rings went through. She smiled as a very familiar voice picked up on the other end. "Hey, it's me," she stated quietly. "I needed to hear your voice too."

A/N: So cookies and alone time with Reid for anyone who can recall where this "Jon" character has been mentioned before. lol. And any guesses why he would be talking to Elle now?? Review! :)