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"Cut it out!"

"Make me, runt!"

Jack got back to his feet and glared daggers at the larger, oafish boy. George was his name. It was a little ironic when Jack thought about it, considering that was the first name of the bad guy his dad fought. George smirked and folded his arms, his expression alone daring the smaller kid to try anything. Jack stood his ground and kept his glare in check.

"My daddy catches bad guys. If you don't leave me alone, he'll get you too!"

"Ooh, I'm so scared!" George sneered. He had suddenly decided to pester Jack in his free time, though this had started a couple days ago, Jack hadn't told his father, because he wanted to deal with it himself, or at least try to. George waved his hands around in mock terror, which only upset Jack more. He wished his dad was here right now, so he could show George his badge or something. Jack knew getting in a fight, a physical one, would not do him any favors. Without a word, he turned around and headed down the hall towards to school doors. Jessica would probably be here any minute to pick him up anyway.

"Yeah, that's right! Walk away, scaredy cat!" George yelled out to him as he exited the building. Jack held out his lower lip in a pout as he approached the sidewalk. Darn George, that poop head, his dad was better than his, because all George's did was work at a store, while Jack's catches bad guys and helped people. Jealousy is what Jack could think of for George's reason for picking on him all the time. Well, he knew that no matter how much George acted like a jerk, it wouldn't change the fact that his dad was still better.

As far as Jack knew, he was probably catching a bad guy or two somewhere right now.

(Spencer Reid!)

Hotch sighed as he finished the last of his paperwork. Today, he and his team spent the whole day at the office, not that any of them would have chosen tracking down a killer somewhere around the country instead. Thinking about how people turned to harming others in the first place was part of their job, but at times, Aaron couldn't help but wonder if some minor tweak in one's childhood could have made a difference. He knew that was mostly wishful thinking, but he wouldn't openly admit to how he was surprised Reid never became like them, considering his less than memorable days growing up. Being a genius, Hotch could almost guarantee that the young profiler suffered bullying, though he didn't want to go too deep into detail on that subject, perhaps Reid was just one of those who hadn't snapped, who still saw the better in others, who's kind and generous nature overcame the negative.

Now that he thought about it, it sounds just like how Spencer is today.

Gazing out his office window, the Unit Chief saw the bullpen empty except for a certain long, curly haired young man at a desk, sorting through paper he likely had already read hours ago. Hotch let out a slight smirk at Reid's choice of procrastination. Exiting his office, he went down the steps, approaching his 'second son'. No matter how bad his childhood was or may have been, he was glad that he hadn't ended up being chased by the people he works with, his youthful innocence was probably partly responsible for that.

It still did the young doctor favors today, even if he acted like it annoyed him.

"Ready to head home?" Hotch broke the silence, causing Spencer to flinch a little in surprise, but he recovered quickly.

"Yeah." He smiled up at his boss and dad- er, wait, what? He blushed, but Hotch didn't know the true reason why. He put his paperwork neatly in a stack, putting Morgan's messy mountain to shame. Grabbing his coat he never wore today and his messenger bag, he followed the BAU leader out the doors and to the elevator.

"Um, Hotch?"

"Hmm?"

"Uh, it's your home. Yours and Jack's..." Spencer trailed off. He was obviously embarrassed. Hotch just smiled as he pushed the button.

"And why are you saying that?" He asked, waiting for the doors to open.

"It's true. It's not like it's mine or anything. I mean, uh, I don't want to intrude. E-especially after yo-you took me in that night." Reid stuttered, looking at the floor. He felt like he was making a fool of himself, Hotch's unreadable face didn't help.

"Reid, even though you've been staying at my house for a couple months now, doesn't mean you are burdening me or Jack in anyway." Aaron reassured the fidgeting young man.

"I-I know, but-"

"Spencer, I don't know what I would have done had I driven passed you on the street in the rain, and found out about it later." Hotch said. "I'd probably be feeling as guilty as you think you should be right now." He bared a slight grin. Spencer's cheeks turned red again.

The two agents stepped inside the elevator and went down to the first floor. They went to the parking garage and got inside Hotch's pickup truck. While on the road, Aaron glanced at the clock, it was only 9 PM, and Jack was likely still awake. He noticed a Dairy Queen restaurant to the left and was tempted to offer the youngest of his team something. However, he knew Reid wouldn't want to go there without getting Jack something, and it was a school night, Jack didn't need all that sugar at this hour, and he figured he and Spencer didn't either. He'd go there a different time, when both of his boys would make it.

Hotch dared to turn on the radio, wondering what he might find this time. That "Hey, Soul Sister" song wasn't playing on any stations, only songs he could care less about.

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me. Infect me with-

Click.

She's a dirty, dirty dancer, dirty dirty dancer. Never ever-

Hotch cringed as flashbacks of the last time he turned on the radio ran through his head. He threw a brief glare at Spencer, who was giggling at the older man's dismay.

We could have had it all-

Click.

I want it that way. But we-

Click.

Country girl, shake it for me, girl. Shake-

Click.

Today I don't feel like doing anything. I just wanna lay in my bed.

Hotch exhaled, this song will have to do. It was a little catchy, he'll admit, but that other song he and Reid had listened to that one night was good too. Once they arrived home and went inside, Hotch felt like a mini cannonball had been fired directly into him. Jack smiled brightly at his father who had nearly fell to the carpet.

"Hi daddy."

"Hi buddy." Hotch chuckled.

"Did you catch any bad guys today?" Jack asked.

"No, actually. Not today." Aaron replied.

"Oh." Jack said. "Hi Spencer!" The little boy ran around his father and to the thin man behind him. He wrapped his arms around his legs in an attempt to hug him. Reid reached down and ruffled his hair slightly. He was touched to say the least.

"Oh, you're home." Jessica walked in from the kitchen. "I was about to put the little man here to bed."

"I'm not little." Jack said defensively. Hotch nodded at Jessica, as he took into account that Jack was in pajamas. After she packed her things and headed out the door, Jessica said her goodbyes and goodnights to the other three, and went to her car. Jack and Spencer settled on the couch, in front of the TV.

"Jack, I think it's bedtime for you." Aaron informed.

"Aww," Jack whined. "Can I stay up just a few more minutes? Please?"

The Unit Chief truly pondered if he should give in to the protesting child. He shouldn't let him since it was a school night, though he did adore Spencer, and that was what made him consider.

"I'll tell you what." Hotch started. "I'm going to take a shower and when I'm done, it's-"

"Bedtime. I know." Jack interrupted.

"That's right." He nodded, then turned to make his way to the upstairs bathroom.

"Don't hurry!" Jack called over to him. He rolled his eyes when he heard him and Reid laughing. Jack was glad his father allowed him to be up a little more, and went to shower, because now he could talk to Spencer alone.

"Hey, Spencer?"

"Yeah, Jack?"

"Did you ever have bullies at school?"

"Bullies?" Reid tensed. He wasn't sure if he should tell Jack the truth, as long as he didn't have to explain too much about his experiences, but he wondered why Jack was enduring them. Even though Spencer hadn't gotten much help as he grew up, he was more than willing to help Jack if necessary.

"Um, what do you mean?" Spencer asked slowly.

"Well, there's this big jerk named George, he pushes me and calls me names and stuff." Jack explained. "And he's jealous that my dad is better than his."

Reid raised an eyebrow at the last of Jack's sentence. Is that really the cause? He didn't know who this George kid is, but the thought of it all being over jealously might seem plausible, but Spencer was one of those who knew better. He remembered his old friend Jeff telling him that that was why everyone at high school picked on him, but he was able to see beyond simple jealously being the reason. He was a misfit, being 4 years younger than the other kids, and having a much higher IQ. He didn't see Jack as being one, considering from what Jack had told him so far, it was only one kid doing the bullying, compared to the multiple that Spencer first dealt with.

By the time Jack finished, Hotch came down the stairs, in a T-Shirt and sweatpants. Reid promised Jack that he wouldn't tell his father anything, at least not yet.

"Alright, Jack. Say goodnight to Spencer." The BAU leader said as he picked up the child.

"Goodnight Spencer." Jack yawned.

"Goodnight Jack." Spencer said softly. Aaron carried his son upstairs to his room, while Spencer went to the bathroom to get in pajamas. He put on a pair of pajama pants, and another dark blue "F.B.I." T-Shirt. He honestly didn't know why, but he was really liking those shirts. He reentered the living room and sat back down on the couch. Hotch returned shortly after.

Eventually, they both went to bed. Reid lied awake on the couch, thinking about Jack and the bully named George. Secretly, he was making plans in his mind. For it to work, he would need to get some sleep soon. After a while, he put everything away in his eidetic memory and closed his eyes, snuggling into his pillow and blankets.

Spencer made sure he was awake before Hotch in the morning. He surprised the Unit Chief by saying he would take Jack to school. Hotch tried to assure him he didn't have to, but Reid insisted, without sounding forceful.

"Reid, Jessica has handled it in the past, she can handle it today."

"I know, but, uh, Jack asked me to." The young profiler lied, trying his best to sound convincing. Hotch understood, he could easily see Jack doing just that, but what puzzled him was that Spencer was almost never late to work, and he most certainly never willingly made himself late.

"Alright." Aaron said. "I guess I'll see you at work then."

"Okay." Spencer watched his boss leave the house and enter the garage. He went to fix himself some cereal as he heard a vehicle engine start. Everything was going to plan so far.

Aaron made sure to take the Chevrolet Suburban the bureau gave him and the others on his team and leave his Ford pickup for Reid. He figured the young genius would have preferred to drive a small truck opposed to a large SUV.

After Jack woke up, he was surprised to see Spencer, then was happy to know that he was taking him to school. After eating breakfast and getting dressed, the two got inside Hotch's truck and drove to Jack's school. When they arrived, Reid parked on the side of the road, hitting the sidewalk more than once. Once the redness in his cheeks faded, he and Jack got out. Sure enough, a kid, bigger than Jack, with short black hair stood on the grass. He smirked when he caught sight of the smaller boy.

"I see you came back again, twerp." George snickered. Jack glared daggers and continued on. Spencer was quick to get the rest of his plan motion.

"Hey, George, can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked.

"What do you want, freak?" The boy spat.

"I just want to talk." Reid said calmly.

"You look like a girl!" George laughed, pointing at the young agent's hair. Spencer ignored the comment.

"So, I hear you pick on Jack a lot."

"So? What are you, his dad?" George scoffed.

"No, I'm just a friend." Reid replied, still calm as ever.

"Ohh, you're his girlfriend!" George laughed once more. That nearly drew the line. Spencer knew the boy was remarking his hair, but something about what he said made him just a little angry, but he did well at hiding it.

"No, but I wanted to tell you a little something about bullies." The young doctor said, some of his calmness vanished, but George didn't notice, or he didn't care.

"What about 'em? They tenderize the runts at school, what else is there to know?" The boy said, his voice clearly saying that he didn't care.

"Well, sometimes, people who were bullies as kids become criminals as adults." Reid explained.

"And?" George sounded bored and completely uninterested.

"And, you know what happens to criminals, right?"

"They go to jail. Where else?"

"Actually, not all of them just go to jail." Spencer pointed out.

"Like I care." George mumbled.

"Some of them who run away from the police end up with guns and weapons pointed at them. One of those bullets can cause a person to lose a lot of blood. Thus, they can be killed from it."

"That's their problem, isn't it?" George acted like he would fall asleep any minute, but Reid could sense a hint of fear in the bully's voice.

"And some of them get strapped to a bed and have needles poked into them, so they will die after being sentenced to death." Spencer added a dramatic tone to his voice. "All because they were mean to other kids when they were younger."

George gulped, which Reid noticed instantly. The boy had become tense, he looked around his shoulder every so often.

"So, if I were you, I would stop picking on Jack, or something like that might happen to you." Spencer said in a dangerously low voice. The bully had become wide eyed, as if someone would jump out somewhere and attack him any minute.

"Says you!" George tried to sound unafraid, but Reid's profiling skills could see right through it.

"And George," The young genius pulled out his badge, showing it to the oafish kid. "I happen to work with police. FBI to be precise, and we don't like bullies." He said in a threatening tone that even surprised himself. "I even have a gun." He showed off his holstered weapon, causing George to take a step back.

"Hey, y-you get away from me! Or I'll tell my dad!"

"Don't worry, I'm not planning on doing anything to you. Even if you bully my friend Jack." Spencer assured the boy. "But, they might." As if on cue, a police cruiser, siren on, approached the school grounds. At first it looked like it was going to stop in front of the building. George was shaking by now, backing away slowly from the thin FBI agent.

"Oh my, it looks like they came here to pick up people who are mean to other kids." Reid said in mock shame. He turned back to where George had been standing, only to see him halfway up the steps to the school, screaming all the way.

"Help, they're gonna get me!" George's shouts became faint and indistinct after he disappeared behind the doors. He stood where he was for a minute, smirking at a job well done. Speaking of job, he needed to get to the BAU. He quickly got back in Hotch's truck and drove towards the FBI Headquarters. After parking in the the garage, he headed up to the bullpen, where Morgan was the first to greet him.

"Well, wouldn't you know? Pretty Boy is late." The dark skinned agent grinned. Spencer ignored the teasing as Prentiss and Rossi joined in. He was in too good of mood to be annoyed today.

"I just had some things to take care of."

"I hope she liked it." Derek snickered.

"I didn't mean like that." Reid mumbled and blushed.

As the day went on, Spencer thought about Jack at school and George, who he had scared the living crap out of to get him to leave Jack, and probably other kids alone. He was somewhat proud of what he did, he gave Jack something he himself never got as a child.

Much to everyone's surprise, today also involved no unsubs. Morgan was happy, except for the paperwork he had to deal with, not that he hadn't slipped some into Reid's pile when he wasn't looking. Once everyone left, Hotch exited his office, knowing Spencer was waiting. After the 'father and son' got in Hotch's Suburban, Aaron made sure to stop at that Dairy Queen they had passed last night. Today was Friday, so it wouldn't matter too much if Jack stayed up late. They ordered four Reese's blizzards, intending to give one to Jessica and went home. As expected, Jack was excited to see them, even more so when he saw what they had brought home.

Routinely, goodbyes and goodnights passed between Jessica and the others. She thanked Aaron for the treat and left. After Hotch and his two boys had finished their own, he went to the kitchen and took care of the garbage. While the Unit Chief was occupied, Spencer turned to Jack.

"Hey, Jack, did George bother you again today?"

"Nope." Jack said simply. "I didn't see him at all."

"Oh, that's good." Spencer smiled.

"Who's George?" Both boys jumped, neither were expecting to hear Aaron when they hadn't seen him enter the room again.

"This big bully of a jerk at school." Jack said with distaste.

"Bully?" Hotch asked curiously.

"Yeah, he's mean, but he only bugged me this morning. Then he didn't pick on me for the rest of the day." Jack pondered, a little confused on why that was the case. Hotch was a little confused too, this was the first he heard of any bully, but his son saying this 'George' didn't really do much today didn't ease his suspicions, that was until Spencer flashed a wink at the BAU leader. He understood now, sort of.

After everyone got in pajamas, and Jack went to bed, Hotch decided now he would ask Reid more about this bully, since he seemed to know more about him than he did.

"So, mind filling me in on this 'bully'?"

"Well, let's just say that Jack doesn't have to worry about him anymore." Reid winked again.

"Reid..." Aaron said skeptically.

"What?" The younger man asked innocently.

"I'm guessing I don't want to know." He sighed.

"I just talked to him. That's all." Spencer said. The older man nodded, but he was still unsure. It was late, and Hotch warily decided to let the matter drop, at least for tonight. He leaned over and grabbed his blue comforter and covered himself and Reid with it. Spencer felt a smile form on his face as he leaned against his dad, er- Aaron. The warmth from the blanket and Hotch's arms wrapped around him made him feel, comforted, safe and loved. With a sigh of content, Spencer rested his head on Hotch's shoulder and closed his eyes.

"Goodnight, Spencer." The older man smiled down at his sleepy agent.

"Goodnight, dad." Reid's eyes shot open when he realized what he had just said. For a moment he didn't know what to say or think. Hotch's face was empty of emotion, causing Spencer to fear what he was thinking.

"Hotch..." The nervous young man finally found his voice. "I di-didn't mean, to- I'm so sorry."

"For what?" Aaron asked, the tone he spoke with showed he was not angry or upset in any way.

Spencer whimpered fearfully. "I-I called you..."

"Dad?" The BAU leader finished.

"Um..."

"It's okay, Spencer."

"But-"

"Hush." Hotch gently placed two fingers vertically over Reid's mouth, silencing him. "I'm not upset, Reid, and I might add, whatever you did for Jack this morning, I'm proud of you."

'I'm proud of you', something Spencer never heard William say. Sure, Gideon had said it, and maybe even Rossi had once or twice, but that was for different reasons. It involved doing his job, nothing considerably personal.

"Thank you... 'dad'." The young man sniffled. With a smile, he relaxed again under the soft comforter.

"You're welcome, son." Hotch smiled, rubbing his hand soothingly around his agent's back. Spencer closed his eyes, feeling sleep approaching. Aaron looked down at Reid, partly wishing for a chance to show William what his son grew up into, and rub it in his face. How could he have left him? He wondered the same thing about Jason sometimes.

Spencer moaned softly in his sleep. He looked so young and innocent. It amazed Hotch at times how he managed to put up with all he's been through at a young age.

Reid felt like he had accomplished a lot today. He helped Jack rid of a bully, and possibly the world of a potential criminal. He gained a true second father, one who wouldn't abandon him like William and Gideon had. Life was good today.

"Hey, Reid?" Hotch asked, not sure if the young profiler was fully asleep yet or not.

"Yeah?" Spencer asked softly.

"We left my truck at the BAU, didn't we?"

Reid froze, how he and Aaron both forgot about it left the genius stumped. With a nervous stutter and the increased difficulty of finding the ability to speak, Hotch sighed.

"I'll take that as a yes."

The End, probably not though.