Author's Note: Wow can't believe how many chapters I'm up to and nowhere near finished. To answer a question that keeps coming up repeatedly. I am most likely writing this story to its logical conclusion, which at this point seems to be Spencer joining the BAU, or Dave coming back to the FBI after his son joins. Thank you again for all the reviews, I try to reply to them as much as possible but often time is limited but know I read each and every one and I thank everybody for all their kind words of encouragement and support.

Adoption 21

Dave chuckled to himself as he and Spencer drove to Warton Academy for Spencer's first day their for the SAT summer prep session. He was probably more, or at least just as, nervous as his son. Since he had adopted Spencer they had not been separated for any great period of time and he really hoped that his son would be alright. Heck he hoped he wouldn't be a nervous wreck the entire day. He had an appointment to go through his old case files for research for his second book.

As it turned out however he had no cause to be worried. When he picked Spencer up at the end of the school-day his son seemed overjoyed and overly excited about the day's events and rambled about them for the entire car ride home.

"It was great Dad. There were only about thirty students there, well 28 to be exact. I was the youngest student but I was immediately accepted, and the others were not that much older as their ages ranged from twelve to sixteen. And Dad I met some of the students that are going to be in my classroom next year and they were so cool. We chatted about algorithms and quantum mechanics during the day's breaks. The SAT course material was not exactly the most intellectually stimulating of material but it was great to be in a classroom setting once again."

"Sounds like you had an amazing day Spencer" Dave responded,

"I did Dad, I really did. These two weeks are going to be great and I can not wait to go to school in September." Spencer replied, excitement evident in his voice, and then changing topics he questioned his Dad, "How did your research go today? How is the new book coming along? When is your first getting published?"

Dave chuckled, "Spencer, slow down, one question at a time. The research went well today, it was nice to see everybody again as they luckily were not on case. I looked through all my old case files, making notes for the ones I want to use in this novel that I am working on. I think the book is coming along well, but I have not actually started writing it. As for the first, it is getting published in the middle of August, and you are coming on press tour with me until your school year starts if you would like that."

"That would definitely be a great experience, as well as being educational; Dad and I would love to come along." Spencer responded, and then launched a question at his Dad, "What will we do when my school year starts?"

"Mama has already agreed to move into our house to look after you when I am away. I will not be gone for long, and I am off for your first two days of this school year at Warton Academy." Dave explained to Spencer, he had made sure that he had at least those two days to make sure Spencer was taking well to full-time school along with a new teacher and classmates.

"Sounds like a well-designed promotional tour Dad" Spencer acknowledged, understanding that his dad would have to go away on some business trips.

Soon they arrived back at the house, the thirty minute drive passing quickly with Spencer's details of his school day and their conversation.

As they pulled into the laneway Spencer queried his Dad, "Would I be able to help you make dinner this evening?"

"Of course buddy" Dave agreed, happy that his son wanted to learn more about non-academic areas and glad to share his love of cooking, especially his love of Italian cooking with his son.

However as Dave was showing Spencer how to mix the flour into the marinade for the chicken his son accidently got some all over Dave's face and chest in his enthusiasm. Dave playfully retaliated by dabbing some on Spencer's nose, not annoyed in the least, and soon father and son were involved in a full blown out flour fight. Soon both were nearly covered from head to foot looking like white ghosts.

Dave broke out laughing, "Come on Spencer, help me finish the marinade and it can bake while we get ourselves cleaned up," looking around he continued on, "and then after dinner I think this place will need a thorough cleaning."

"Sorry Dad" Spencer blushed as he apologized,

"I am not mad in the least, that was a lot of fun but unfortunately it was messy fun that will need cleaning." Dave replied, soothing his son's nerves and pulling him into a hug.