Spencer felt someone's fingers brush against his face. He opened his eyes to see Ryan. He smiled.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself."

"What time is it?"

"Almost 12. Grey didn't want to wait until morning to come back. The door was unlocked, Spence."

He frowned. "It was? It was a long day. Henry was not a happy boy today."

"Well..terrible twos."

"It was terrible! He had a fit in fast food place because I wouldn't get him one of those ice cream things."

Ryan laid next to him on the couch. "So what did you do?"

"I got him one of the ice cream things. Everyone was staring and..."

Ryan smiled. "So you reinforced that screaming will get him what he wanted?"

"I...well... Don't use psychology on me. I've had a bad day."

Ryan moved her hand under his shirt, resting it against his chest. "I'm just glad to be home."

"Was it a hard case?"

"Not really. Pretty standard profile. Easy capture. Just...Sometimes it gets to you, regardless, you know?"

He kissed her forehead. "I do. I'm glad you came over."

"Me too. Can we go to bed now? This couch...is not that comfortable."

Spencer snorted. "You're not even on the couch that much."

"Well you're not comfortable then, bony."

He laughed. "Okay, okay. Let's go to bed."

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"Ms. Ryan!" Henry squealed, jumping on the bed.

Ryan groaned as the boy jumped on her. "It's too early for some much excitement."

"You're back! Did you catch the bad guys?"

"I am. I did. Now go to bed."

Henry giggled. "Ms. Ryan, It's morning time."

"It's 6 am, go wake up your daddy." She moved the boy in between her and Spencer, before burying into the pillow, pulling the blanket over her head.

Henry pouted. "Ms. Ryan! Wake up!"

Spencer woke up to see the little boy, pushing at the woman's shoulder. He grabbed him, getting up out of bed.

"How about we go make Ms. Ryan a big breakfast and let her sleep for a while. She got home really late so she's really tired, buddy."

"But I wanna see her now."

"She needs to sleep."

"But Daddy!" He whined.

"Henry. She'll be up in a hour or so." He put the boy on the couch and looked at him. Henry glared up at him and Spencer rubbed his forehead, wondering if today was going to be like yesterday with Henry's attitude.

"How about we call Mommy and tell her Good morning?"

Henry just pouted and Spencer pulled out his phone calling the woman.

He made his way into the kitchen when she answered. "Jennifer Jareau."

"JJ...your son is-"

"My son?" She laughed. "Is he not behaving?"

"He had a major meltdown yesterday and now he's mad at me because I won't let him wake up Ryan."

"Well he's two, Spencer. He's not an adult."

"Yeah, but how-"

"Being a parent is hard sometimes, now isn't it?"

"JJ..." He whined.

She laughed a little. "You're just as bad as he is sometimes, Spencer."

"I am not. What do I do? He's just sitting in there pouting and glaring and.."

"Well you're his dad. You're the grown up. You make the choices and if he doesn't like it...then tough."

"But then he won't like me." He said softly, looking in the living room where Henry was still pouting. At least he wasn't sneaking back into the bedroom.

"Spence... God you're too adorable sometimes. Stop pouting. Henry loves you and just because you give him boundaries and be his dad doesn't mean he's going to hate you. You're his second favorite person in this whole world."

"Second?"

"Well, duh. He loves me more."

Spencer smiled. "He does not."

"He does too! I'm the reason he's here-"

"I think I helped with that." Spencer injected.

"Ha ha ha, Spencer." She said dryly before chuckling a little. "Ryan got back from her case last night?"

"Around midnight. I think it took a lot out of her."

"She's still new. It's not normal for her yet."

"Is it for us? Normal?"

JJ sighed. "You're right. Maybe it's time to move on. If this is all starting to seem so average."

Spencer leaned against the counters, watching as Henry rubbed his eyes. He laid down, hugging a pillow towards him. Maybe he'd nap and wake up in a better mood.

"I think when it starts to affect you as a person, it's time to move on. I mean, Elle had to take a break. Gideon..." He sighed. "Gideon had to leave. You're still you."

"Am I?" She asked, quietly. "I've made a lot of bad mistakes in the last few years, Spencer. I cheated on my boyfriend - sometimes I never, ever thought I'd do.."

"But how does that relate to the job?"

"I..." She sighed. "I couldn't be with you the way I was with Will and I... I don't know. Forget it,let me talk to Henry."

Spencer walked back into the living room and handed the phone to Henry. He didn't know what JJ was talking about and it was too early to get into such a conversation.

"Mommy, Daddy's being mean." Henry said.

Spencer sat on the couch and closed his eyes. He could use a nap.

"No! I being a good boy. I just wanna see Ms. Ryan and daddy say no. He trying to... But Mommy, I see you when you come home and you... But she-" Henry sighed and pouted some more.

"I just wanna see her, Mommy. I miss her."

Spencer looked at the little boy who looked like he was about to cry. He felt bad for him. Ryan could sleep later. It wasn't that big of a deal. Henry sighed again.

"I guess. You really think if she sleep more, she play with me more?"

Spencer shook his head. Had JJ really gotten through to him. Not fair.

Henry nodded. "Okay, Mommy, I be good. What are you doing?"

Spencer closed his eyes again, waiting for him to finish his conversation. He listened as they spoke about how everyone in Virginia was doing and if Will was doing okay. Soon, the boy was off the phone. Henry crawled into his lap.

"Daddy, you sleeping?"

"Nope. You enjoy your talk with Mommy?"

"Yeah. She say that I gotta be good."

"Being good would be great."

"You mad at me, Daddy?" Henry pouted and Spencer opened his eyes.

"No, buddy. I just got a lot on my mind."

Henry rested his head on the man and sighed. "Me too."

"Oh yeah? What are you thinking about, Henry?"

"Mommy sound sad, Daddy. She sad a lot because Papa leave and Papa sad too and he mad and they fight and Papa ask Mommy why she not love him and why she did it, but no one tell me what it is and then, Papa say he going to go away and I don't want him to go away but he don't care."

"Sure, he does, Henry. Your papa loves you so much."

"Then why he wanna leave me?" Henry said, looking up at Spencer, little tears in his eyes. The look caused the exact reaction in Spencer. How many times had he wondered the same thing about his own father.

"I...I don't know, Henry, but... you got me... and you gotta Mommy and Ryan and.."

"Did I do something bad, Daddy? They say stuff about me."

"No, buddy! Never. You could never do anything that could... You didn't do anything wrong, Henry. Never." He pulled the little boy closer.

Henry sniffled in his arms. "I have bad dreams that Papa leave and the bad guys come and get him and you and Mommy and Ryan and everyone try and find them but you can't and -"

"Shh, buddy. The bad guys aren't going to get any of us, okay?"

"But they got Aunt Haley!"

Spencer held onto the boy. Henry was right. The bad guys had gotten Haley. There was no way to explain that one. And if the bad guys could get her, couldn't they get any of them? What was he supposed to say to make it better?