Author's Note: Thank you for all your kind reviews. They really keep me going and keep me writing knowing people are reading and excited for new chapters. I do take ideas into consideration. I am trying to write as much as possible but work keeps me busy and summer courses start soon. Now I'm sure you are bored of me talking so on to the story,

Chapter Seventeen

Mama came early the next morning. Dave, who was up early doing last-minute packing, let her in; giving her a big hug a she did so.

"You all packed?"

"Yes Mama" Dave dutifully responded, she still had the power to make him feel like a small child.

"How's my grandson?"

"Nervous as can be. His biological father abandoned him and his biological mother had to be committed. That combined with a string of foster homes and the kidnapping have made him quite an anxious little guy. But we need to work on it if we want any hope of him going to camp this summer or school in the fall."

"Well don't you worry Davie, my boy. I will take good care of Spencer while you are gone. He is my grandson after all."

"Really?" Spencer's nervous voice came from the bottom of the stairs,

"Most definitely. Now why don't you go get dressed while I cook some breakfast." Mrs. Rossi informed Spencer,

Spencer quickly scrambled up the stairs to get changed thinking that maybe his dad's trip wouldn't be so bad after all.

Spencer gobbled down breakfast and was soon buckled into the back-seat of Mama's car. The drive to the airport was not long, but on the way back for Spencer it seemed endless.

Mama tried to pull him out of his stupor, "Spencer, I was thinking that today we could go visit the National Marine Corps Museum, and have lunch there so we could spend as much time as you like there. Tomorrow I was thinking we could go to Arlington National Cemetery and then the morning after go to Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center, which is the Northern Virginia location of the Smithsonian National Air and Space museum, in the morning, before we pick your dad up."

"Sounds like a fun plan Mama" Spencer eagerly responded, his mind now excited for the events that his grandmother had planned for him.

While Spencer and Mama were heading out, Dave was going through airport security and boarding procedures. He was really missing the BAU's private jet when he had to weed through airport security. Airport security was going at a snail's pace and Dave had to take off his belt and his shoes, as he followed behind a man who waddled more than he walked. Not to mention because he was no longer an active agent with the Bureau he was not permitted to bring his gun onboard like he had been in the past and he felt uncomfortably naked without it. Airports really were a place of hurry up and wait as after he got through security he was stuck waiting at the terminal for his flight number to be called.

However that did give him time to sit and think, contemplating his new son. Dave really hoped he was making the right decision going on this business trip. Spencer's separation anxiety was going to take some time and effort to combat. But a little boy with separation anxiety in a school or university environment was not a good thing. The problem was regular child psychiatrists probably wouldn't be a good idea with Spencer's intelligence but he was still a young boy in many ways so those that specialized in adult psychiatry probably wouldn't work either. He typed a message into his blackberry to try to call the headmaster of Spencer's new-school to see if he new of any psychiatrists that would be ideal for Spencer.

Soon his flight number was called and Dave was able to board. Once again he was reminded of how much he hated regular airlines and missed the BAU jet as he saw the tiny seats with no leg room, not to mention the annoying aircraft safety procedures the flight attendant began to go through.

Author's Note: the places I picked for Spencer and Mama to go visit are off the internet for Virginia attractions. I apologize if it doesn't seem realistic or they aren't close enough to the FBI base, which I am assuming Dave leaves near to. I don't live in Virginia, heck I don't even live in the United States, so my grasp of the geography or locale may not be accurate.