Ryan ran her hand down Spencer's chest. "Wake up."

Spencer shifted, turning away from her as he slept and Ryan pouted, shaking him. "Hey you."

"Sleeping." Spencer said with a grunt.

Ryan kissed his shoulder, resting her head on his back. "I had a bad dream."

Spencer turned. "Are you okay?"

Ryan smiled a little at the concerned, yet sleepy, look in his eyes. She snuggled into his chest. "Yeah, I just.. I can't sleep now."

Spencer kissed his forehead before sitting up a little. He realized they were on the couch and frowned. Ryan saw the look.

"You fell asleep during the movie."

Spencer looked at his watch, it was almost two. He really didn't want to walk home now. He wrapped his arm around the girl. "What did you dream about?"

He'd concentrate on her for now.

Ryan sighed. "My dad."

Spencer frowned, pulling her closer. "I'm sorry."

Ryan looked up at him. "I think he would have liked you. Well.. as a person. Not dating me. You're too skinny. You can't protect me." She poked his stomach and Spencer rolled his eyes.

"I have a gun."

Ryan nodded. "You can't shoot everyone though, Spencer."

Spencer shrugged. "Anyway, about your dream..."

"I don't want to talk about it, Spencer. I have bad dreams all the time. You don't need to fix me, I just need you to be here and talk to me."

She loooked up at him as he thought about it. He nodded and kissed her. She knew he wanted to say something, try to make it better - it just seemed like thats the type of person he was. But he didn't and for some reason, it really spoke to her. She couldn't explain why.

Criminal Minds || Viva Las Vegas

Spencer shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked into the law firm. He cleared his throat and the receptionist looked up.

"Do you have an appointment sir?"

Spencer licked his bottom lip and shook his head. "I'm, uh.. I'm looking for... William Reid. I'm.. I'm his son."

The receptionist looked at him again before nodding him. "I'll tell him you're here, Mister Reid."

Spencer nodded, turning away from her. He took a breath. It was his lunch break and he figured it was best. It would give him a limited amount of time to talk to the man, so there wouldn't be no long pausing and if things got heated, he had an excuse to leave. He didn't know why he was here. He just...needed to see his dad after last night.

"Spencer. Is everything okay?"

Spencer turned to see his father. "Yeah, yeah.. I just... wanted to talk."

William looked a little confused and shocked, but nodded. "Sure. Come to my office."

Spencer followed his father into the office, sitting across from him.

He looked at the older man. "You cut your hair."

Will nodded, sitting down. "You...haven't."

Spencer pushed his hair out of his face. "Yeah. It's pretty long, I guess."

"I always did like your hair shorter. Your mother always said it was up to you, express your uniqueness."

Spencer nodded, looking at his hands. "Have you spoken to Mom?"

"A few times. Is she okay?"

"She's fine." He said, picking at his nails.

"Is..." Will paused, rubbing his jaw. "Is there a reason you're here, Spencer?"

"I..." Spencer shifted in his chair. "I'm on my lunch break so... I should probably head back soon."

William nodded. "Okay."

Spencer stood. "See you."

He started to leave before pausing. He turned back to face the man. "How...could you leave like that?"

William sighed. "Spencer, you can't begin to under-"

"Yes I can. I have son. I have a son and it kills me every time I have to be leave him. It absolutely breaks me down. Even though, I talk to him every night. You never even called. I don't go a minute without thinking about my son. I always wonder what he's doing, if he's okay. You... you just left and you.. what? Because you collected a few papers about me? It's supposed to be okay? I was 8 years old, Dad. I was eight years old and I was the adult. I... I fed her. I cleaned her. I... paid the bills. I.."

Spencer shook his head, clearing his throat. His emotions were getting the best of him.

"Spencer.."

"No. You sit there and you just.. you just sit there. I'm not finished."

William raised his eyebrows, but sat there.

"I spent years, trying to figure out why you left. And last year, when I found out what happened to Riley, I was relieved. I knew the reason why. Mom had made a mistake and morally, you couldn't live with that. But...that night, my son was born. And even though at the time, I only knew that he was my godson, I...knew that there was no way I could ever do to him what you did to me. I could hate JJ and still not give up on him. Because everyone needs their dad. Everyone needs someone to protect them and love them and... and teach them."

Spencer looked down, unable to continue while looking at the man.

"He's...He's... the only thing I need in this world and if anything ever happened... if I was ever taken away from him, I would... I'd..." He shook his head. "I can't even imagine what would happen. So you tell me. I get how you couldn't be around Mom. You couldn't deal with the consequences of her actions or the illness or... the fact your son was gifted and not normal, but... I was your son. I was your little boy. I was supposed to be your everything and you walked out that door and you never came back. You supposedly kept tabs on me, right? Where were you when I was in the hospital during my senior year of high school, after a group of guys beat the shit out of me? Where were you when I graduated high school? College? Graduate school? Where were you when Tobias Hankel drugged and beat me, when he killed me and brought me back? How about when I got shot? I could have died and you wouldn't have even known until you Googled me and my obituary came up. Can you... I mean, how can you be okay with that? How can you live with that? I can't even... I..."

Spencer pursed his lips together. "I... Maybe it's a good thing. I mean, I know how not to be a father, right?" He breathed out through his nose. "But I'm sure you have to get back to work. And I have to call my son before I go back to work. I'm an Unit Chief now, you know? Did you Google that?"

Spencer shook his head before walking out of the office, grabbing his phone. He speed dialed JJ and was grateful when she picked up the phone quickly.

"Can I talk to Henry?"

"You okay, Spence, you sound upset."

"I visited my dad.. and I... I just want to talk to my son, please."

There was pause before the little boy'voice rang through the phone. "Daddy! I watch tv about little turtles. Remember the turtles?"

Spencer smiled, wiping his eyes. He leaned against the brick wall of the law firm. "Yeah, buddy. They were really cool, huh?"

"uh huh. We go again next time?"

"I'd love that, Henry."

Henry was quiet for a second. "You sad."

"I'm okay."

"Nu uh, you sad. What wrong?"

Spencer smiled a little. "I... I saw my daddy today and we...we didn't gave a good visit."

Henry was quiet. "He mad at you? Papa get mad when I don't listen. He says I can't play because I was bad. Were you bad, Daddy?"

"I... I wasn't.. I don't think I was bad."

"He just a mean daddy, huh?"

Spencer sniffed a little, trying to be stronger than that, but he couldn't help it. "Yeah, buddy."

Henry sighed. "I sorry, Daddy."

Spencer cleared his throat. "It's okay buddy."

"Uh huh, because you a daddy now and you're the bestest."

Spencer couldn't speak. The little boy had just taken his breath away, basically stopped his heart. "The bestest, huh?"

"Uh huh. You and Papa the bestest in the whooole world."

Spencer closed his eyes leaning his head back. "You're the bestest in the whole world, Henry."

Henry giggled. "I'm not a daddy, Daddy!"

Spencer smiled. "Oops. You're the bestest little boy then."

Henry sighed. "I know."

Spencer chuckled. "You definitely have your mother's self confidence."

"Whats that?"

"Self confidence? It's how you think about yourself. You think you're a great person."

"Duh."

Spencer smiled. "Okay, Henry, I got to go back to work. I'll call you at bed time."

"Okay, love you."

"Love you too."