Spencer looked at his phone. He wondered if he should JJ and aske her. He frowned. What was he supposed to do? Say 'Hi, how are you? Oh by the way, is Henry mine?' He rolled his eyes. He needed to concentrate on the case, but how could he when he could have a son? He washed his hands before making his way back to the Memphis' police departments conference room. His team looked at him and he cleared his throat.
"So what do we have?"
"3 women dead. Bodies found in parks late at dump sites from the cornor's reports, levity is off or something." Grey said.
"Any reason they were left in the part?"
"The park bathrooms have a reputation to be a place of soliciting sex at night. The Unsub could be trying to say that these women were whores." DiMario suggested, "if you excuse my language." He said, to Ryan and Elle.
Ryan rolled her eyes. "They were all students at Univeristy of Memphis. We could go there, see if the girls shared any of the same friends, boyfriends, something that could make someone want them dead?"
Spencer nodded. "Sounds Good. You and DiMario go to the University. Grey, you work on the geological profile. Sarah, how's the media?"
"It's a little racially tense. They're upset that the FBI comes out for the 'white girls' deaths but nothing when African American is murdered."
"Well... the racial composition of Memphis is 62.6 percent African American, so... that could be an issue. Elle, could any of their other recent crimes be part of this man's murders?"
"I'll call Jason and see if he can find anything." Elle said and he nodded, turning back to Sarah.
"Tell the media that that we're not limiting this to white women, that women of all color are in danger and we value everyone's safety, I mean, better than that though..."
Sarah nodded going off. Elle smiled up at him.
"You're doing great, Spencer."
He smiled, he was just glad to not be thinking about other things. He moved over to where Grey was circling things and stayed with him. Maps were always his thing.
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Spencer stared at his phone. It was seven thirty in Memphis, which meant eight thirty in DC. It was time to talk to JJ and Henry. He licked his lips, before hiting speed dial, number 2. He put the phone up to his ear, hoping Will would answer. How was he supposed to talk to JJ without asking. How was he supposed to talk to Henry? The boy could be his. He bit his lip, that explained the boys intelligence. Oh god.
"Hello?" a woman's voice answered. Damn.
"Hey, JJ. Can I talk to Henry?"
"He's brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. How are you doing? Garcia told us that Agent Vence told her that you guys were on your first case, Memphis?"
He cleared his throat. "Yeah. 3 women were murdered. We're thinking it's someone that knew that the girls were working at a strip club for extra cash."
"Hmm. So you're handling being the boss?"
"It's not too bad. A lot more paperwork and ordering around."
She laughed a little. "Guess it's good that you read 20,000 words per minute, huh?"
He nodded. "Guess so."
There was a pause. "So... everyone here misses you."
He smiled at that. "I've only been here a few days."
"It's crazy that you only got a day to get situated with your team, before you started to work."
"Well, Murder doesn't wait for people to get situated, I guess."
JJ chuckled. "No, it doesn't. Are you overwhelmed?"
Spencer paused. Did he tell the truth or act like nothing was wrong. "Severely."
Guess he was telling the truth. He rubbed his forehead. He couldn't tell her what else was overwhelming him. He couldn't mention it. Will was the kid's father. Will was there everyday with the little boy. He loved him so much and Henry loved him. Even if Spencer was his biological father, Will was the boy's dad. He sighed. He wasn't going to mention it. That he was sure of...wasn't he?
"Spence? Hello?"
"Sorry, what were you saying?"
"I said, it'll be okay. You're a great profiler and you'll be fine. Henry's here, though, so we'll talk later."
"Spenner! look, my teeth."
Spencer smiled a little. "Wow, buddy, they sure are clean."
"Brush them with Daddy."
Spencer closed his eyes at the word. Daddy. God, he had to know.
"Cool, ready for bed? Do you have your pajamas on?"
"Uh huh. In bed."
"Ready for me to read to you."
"The sea, the sea!"
Spencer smiled, the boy loved Tennyson. He cleared his throat and recited the poem he knew so well.
"Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar."
He heard Henry sigh.
"Again, Spenner." He said, sleepily and Spencer recited the poem again.
"Love you, Spenner." The boy said almost silently.
Spencer swallowed hard. "I love you too, buddy."
There was some shifting and JJ's voice came through again.
"Hey, Spence."
"Hey," He said, softly. He wanted to ask. He needed to ask.
"You okay?" She said, concerned in his voice.
"I..Is..." He paused and sighed. "I have to go."
"Spence..." He heard her say, but hung up the phone. He got up from his bed and left the room. He needed a drink.
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"Doc." DiMario said, sitting next to the man. "What are you doing here, didn't seem like you were much a drinker."
Spencer ran his fingers over the rim of his glass of wine. It was his third. "I'm not."
DiMario ordered a drink before looking back at his boss. "You okay?"
"You have a son, right?" Spencer asked.
"Yeah, Connor." DiMario pulled out his wallet showing him a picture. Spencer smiled a little. The little boy looked a lot like the former Soldier. He was wearing his dad's dog tags.
"He looks just like you."
DiMario smiled. "Thanks, man."
"Does your.. Is his mother...married?"
"She has a boyfriend.. for a couple years now. He's a good guy. He's good to Connor."
Spencer nodded. "Do you..." He paused. "Are you ever worried that your son will love him more than you?"
DiMario looked at him, confused, before thinking about it. "I know my son loves me, but he's.. we don't get to see each other enough and sometimes, I wonder if it would be better if I just walked away completely and let James, that's his name, be his dad."
Spencer nodded, taking a sip, while DiMario took his shot. He breathed out before speaking.
"But then I remember he's got my DNA. He's MY SON. He's half me. and that will never change. No one will ever could be his father the way I could, because we're blood."
Spencer looked at him. "But what about James?"
"Lisa might marry James some day, and he'll be the one who does all the little things for him, yeah. He'll be what I can't, but that doesn't change who I am to him, you know? I don't know. It's hard to explain to someone who doesn't have kids. You just... something changes in you when you hold someone who helped make. It's... indescribable."
"I have a godson." Spencer said, pulling out a picture Garcia took of him and Henry when he was still in the hospital.
DiMario looked at it and smiled. "He's so small. I remember when Connor was that small. I didn't know I could love something so much. God, listen to me. I sound like a woman."
Spencer looked at the picture when DiMario handed it back.
"He might be my son."
DiMario choked on his shot. He coughed, the alcohol burning his throat.
Author's Notes:
The poem is Tennyson's Crossing the Bar. Not mine as Criminal Minds is not mine either. Still no backspace. Got to love Delete!