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So, how will things end for Spencer, William, and whoever that was at the door?

Spencer froze after the knocking stopped. This time, he was certain that he knew who was at the door, but considering his real father was here, he just wasn't sure what to do. William continued to face his son, looking at him expectantly. Reid glanced back and forth between the door and the older man beside him. To be honest, the door was much easier to look at than his father, who finally spoke, breaking the awkward silence.

"Are you going to get that, or would you like me to?" He asked.

Spencer gritted his teeth for a second before wordlessly getting to his feet. Once he reached the door, he looked through the peephole and sure enough, it was the BAU leader. What was he to do? He couldn't tell his father to leave, nor did he want to make Hotch leave. Either way, suspicion would arise, and he feared what the outcome would be if he let Hotch in while William was here. Unfortunately it seemed that he didn't have any other choice at this point. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door.

Hotch's usually stoic face was concerned and apologetic. Spencer felt a hint of happiness in his boss's presence, but his actual father was still here, otherwise, Reid would jump into Aaron and cry on his shoulder. He still was uncertain about yesterday, but he also wished to be hugged and told that everything was alright, something William never did in his life.

"Reid?" Hotch spoke softly.

"Yeah?" The younger man squeaked.

"Did you really think I wanted you gone?" He asked, looking at his agent in the eye.

"Um," Spencer blushed and looked at the floor. "Y-yes, I did..." He trailed off.

"Spencer," Aaron grabbed the young doctor's chin and forced their eyes to meet. "You know that wasn't true."

"But, I heard you on the phone, I-I thought-"

"Reid, I was talking to an exterminator."

"An exterminator?" Spencer questioned.

"Yes, there was a mouse-"

"Spencer, who is this?" William interrupted.

Reid looked between Hotch and his father, unsure of what to say. Aaron had never met William, though he had heard many unsatisfying stories about him. Clearing his throat, he spoke.

"This is my boss, Aaron Hotchner." William nodded.

"Hotch, this is my... dad, William."

"Pleased to meet you." William greeted as he extended his hand out to the Unit Chief, who hesitantly took it in his own and shook. William eyed the taller man up and down, that constant stern expression was a bit unnerving, and Hotch took notice. All the better reason to keep it up.

"So, um, what brings you here?" He asked Aaron.

"I came to check up on Reid." Hotch replied.

"Spencer? Why?" William turned to his son. "Rough day at work or something?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah." Reid lied, before Aaron could say anything.

"I see." He said. "Well, it was nice meeting you Mr. Hotchner, but I have some things to do with my son." Spencer passed a glare towards his father, who didn't notice, before sending Hotch a pleading look. Aaron said nor did nothing, and his stoic face did not give away anything.

Reid sucked in his lips. He didn't want anything to do with William, other than maybe smack him in the face, not that he would ever really do that. He was glad Hotch was here now, and he hoped that he would help defend him in any way he could. He was startled when a hand grabbed his own.

"Come, Spencer." William gently tugged his arm, urging him to go to his couch. Spencer felt himself being forcefully pulled, as he wasn't fighting against it. He gave Hotch another look, but he only stood there, almost as if he was expecting him to do something. The young genius turned back to his father and finally jerked his hand free from William's loose grip.

William turned around and faced his son.

"No."

"What?"

"I said 'no'." Spencer tried to keep his voice firm.

"What do you mean?" William asked, confused. Reid swallowed, Hotch noticed his bottom lip quivering slightly.

"You..." He froze for a second. "You leave me and my mother alone for years, forcing me to take care of her when I was still young. And you suddenly show up in my home, thinking you can make up for that?" The anger in his voice was slowly rising.

"Spencer," William started. "That's in the past. What matters now is the present."

"Easy for you to say." Reid sneered. "You're not the one who had to take care of his sick mother. You're not the one who watched his father leave in his family's time of need."

"Spencer, I just said-"

"The past does matter in a way, William."

Spencer watched as his father's eyes widened a little at the use of his name by his own son. He passed another glance to Hotch, who merely nodded, but then finally spoke.

"The past leaves scars that stay there, far beyond the present, Mr. Reid."

"Especially by uncaring fathers." Spencer joined in.

"I can't believe you, Spencer." William shook his head slowly. "After all-"

"After what?" Hotch interrupted. "After running away because you couldn't take up the responsibility a ten year old could do?"

"You stay out of this." William attempted to defend himself, but it fell to deaf ears. "Spencer is a smart kid. A genius. I-"

"And you were an adult." Aaron sent one of his best stern glares to the other man. "Genius or not, Spencer was a child, and yet you stuck up only for yourself and not your family."

"You, Mr. Hotchner, likely did not have a crazy wife. That is, if you are even married."

"I am a single father, because I lost my wife to a serial killer." Hotch explained. "And I am a profiler, I know how schizophrenics behave."

"And I didn't." William said, exasperated. "What do you expect of me?"

"Be a man, make choices, and not force your son to do everything."

"I didn't know what to do." He sighed. "I am no genius like Spencer."

"So you're saying that you're stupid?" Reid asked blankly

William was shocked to say the least. "Spencer, how could-"

"When you don't know what to do, that doesn't mean that you abandon the ones you say you love."

"Spencer, I do-"

"You were never there for me, or my mother."

"I'm here now."

"Why?" Hotch asked. "So you can manipulate your son? Or so you can suck up for the two decades you spent only looking out for yourself?"

"I was there for my son." William defended.

"Yeah," Spencer scoffed. "You were there when I was born, that's it."

"There were other-"

"I have an eidetic memory, 'dad', and I know for a fact that you weren't."

"That is not true."

"I couldn't believe it when I found out that you lived only nine miles away, and not once did you check up on me or mom."

"I kept tabs on you, way back when you first joined the FBI."

"Like I care." Reid stared down at his father. "It's not like you ever spoke to me or anything."

"Spencer, listen to me."

"No, you listen to me William. The team that I work with has been the closest thing to a family I've ever had."

"But Spencer, how could you say that about me and your mother?" William tried hard to match the authority in his voice to Spencer's but he wasn't successful.

"I'm not saying anything bad about mom, I'm talking you." The younger man spat. "Hotchner, and Gideon, another person on my team, have both been more of a father to me than you could ever be."

"Now wait just a minute-"

"And Derek Morgan? He's like the brother I never had. Emily and JJ are like older sisters. David Rossi and Penelope Garcia are like an aunt and uncle. They're all unrelated people who showed me what it's like to have a family. A real family where everyone cares about and looks out for each other."

"Spencer, you're being ridiculous."

"Actually," Hotch said. "He's being logical."

William's face was becoming noticeably red, Spencer kept his glare intact, Hotch gazed between the fuming father and son. William then turned to Hotch, who simply stared back. It became Spencer's turn to look back and forth between the two men. Before either of the two agents had time to react, William balled his fist and drew his arm back before swinging it out towards the Unit Chief.

Hotch didn't have enough time to avoid the punch, and he fell back against the wall. Spencer's jaw dropped open and his eyes widened with pure shock. William stood there panting, unsure of what to do next. Without warning he stepped forward and kicked Aaron in the stomach, who allowed himself to emit a grunt upon impact. When he did it a second time, Spencer gritted his teeth, he breathing became heavy as his anger almost overwhelmed him. He balled his own fist and struck William in the back of the head. The older man cried out from the attack as Spencer quickly messaged his now aching hand. He was greatly confused as to what was even going on now. William turned around and sent a death glare toward his son. Just as he reached out to grab him, Spencer narrowly dodged his hands and dashed to his table. William didn't bother immediately running after him as he slowly followed his son.

Spencer twirled around just in time to see his father a couple feet in front of him. Neither said a word as William made another attempt to grab Spencer, this time his grasp was aimed at the young doctor's neck. Without hesitation, Spencer whipped out his gun and released the safety mechanism. William froze on the spot.

The anger in both their eyes vanished and was replaced by fear. They both stood there for a moment before Spencer heard Hotch cough as he slowly got to his feet. Remembering what his father had done Spencer kept a steady hold of his weapon.

"Put your hands on your head."

William was about to speak, but he couldn't find it in himself to say much.

"S-Spencer, I-"

"I said put your hands on top of your head!" Spencer ordered. He himself couldn't believe he was saying this, as it was usually Morgan or somebody else. William silenced and did as he was told.

"Don't move." The young man said firmly as he stepped around his father, keeping his gun trained on him. Spencer swallowed as he reached behind him. His hands became overly shaky as he gripped his pair of handcuffs. Once he managed to pull them out, he paused for a minute, finding it hard that he was about to do this.

"William Reid, you are under arrest for assault of a federal agent."

William flinched when he heard a recognizably rapid clicking sound. He bowed his head a moment later as he felt a shaking hand weakly grip his wrist and slowly pull it behind him. As his other wrist was also pulled behind him, he shivered as he felt cold metal encase his wrists. Spencer sighed once he was finished and let William's bound wrists fall. He turned around to see Hotch standing up, from the looks of it, he had been like that for a little while now. Reid walked over to him, leaving his father standing by the couch.

"They're on their way." Aaron said. Spencer nodded, he didn't bother asking who 'they' were.

"Spencer..." William started as he shifted around in his restraints. "I'm, I'm sorry." Reid ignored him while Hotch shook his head slightly.

"Hotch, are you okay?" Spencer asked.

"I'm fine." Aaron replied, though Reid was sure he was lying. Soon, sirens could be heard in the distance, and Spencer felt his eyes get warm and watery. By the time they heard tires screech outside, Reid threw himself into Hotch's chest and started sobbing uncontrollably.

When the team, and some officers arrived, Rossi and Prentiss managed to force Hotch to be seen by the paramedics, despite his protests. Spencer felt his legs get wobbly as he watched his father be taken away. He became lightheaded as well when he tried to stand.

"Reid, you okay?" Morgan asked.

"I'm fine, I'm fi..." Although he tried to fight against it, the poor young man lost consciousness and fell to the floor. The whole overwhelming situation was too much.

Never would he ever thought of a day turning out like this.

(Spencer Reid!)

When Spencer's eyes opened, he was lying on a hospital bed. Figures. After all, where else would he expect? He rose up, anticipating a headache, but thankfully it was very mild. He looked around and saw Morgan sitting in a chair next to the bed, eating cup of Jell-O. It reminded him of that time where he got anthrax poisoning, and when he awoke in the hospital, Morgan was there, eating Jell-O in front of him. Now that he thought about it, it was probably for him, but Morgan had decided to eat it in front of him anyway.

"Hey, Pretty Boy." Derek greeted him.

"Hi." Spencer replied. "Where's Hotch?"

"Doc's just finishing his check up, then we'll all be good to go." Morgan said.

"Can I get up?" Reid asked.

"You most certainly can." A short, thin nurse walked in. "You just had a nasty bump on your head, we gave you some medication to help with that and your headache."

Before Spencer finished trying to figure out how they knew he even had a headache, he gulped. "Um, medication?"

"Don't worry." She smiled. "Your friend made sure to tell us no narcotics."

Reid breathed a sigh of relief and plopped back down onto the bed. He stayed there for a moment before getting back up and lifting his feet off to the floor. After Morgan tossed the now empty Jell-O cup and plastic spoon in a trash pail, the nurse bid them goodbye. He and Spencer walked down the hall and to the waiting room, where Garcia and JJ were sitting down.

Penelope immediately went over and wrapped Spencer in a hug, who had no choice but to accept the action. When she finally let the young agent go, they all sat back down and Reid looked around the area.

"Where's Prentiss and Rossi?"

"They went to interrogate your d- William." JJ explained. Spencer nodded sadly.

They sat there for a short while until the BAU leader finally appeared. As he approached them, they were only a little surprised not to see any bandages, either that or Hotch denied being given any. They didn't really see any marks or bruises to begin with. The agents and technical analyst left the hospital and drove to the FBI Headquarters. They headed up to the BAU's floor where they met up with Emily and Dave.

"William pleaded guilty to assault of a federal agent." Prentiss said cautiously..

"And believe it or not, they're adding child abandonment to the charges." Rossi added.

Spencer was shocked once again, but he still managed to find his voice.

"How long will... will he be...?" He trailed off.

"Let's just say this," The Senior SSA placed a hand on the younger profiler's shoulder. "He'll probably end up in an old folks home by the time he gets out."

"I just can't believe that he actually... did what he did." Reid said quietly, looking at Hotch for a second before turning to the floor.

"Narcissism." Aaron pointed out rather bluntly. Everyone either nodded or shook their head slowly.

Spencer sighed. "Please, I don't want any pity, I just want... I don't know."

The others grew silent, unsure of what to do. Seeing their youngest like this was hard for all of them. If there was some way to cheer him up in any way, to make him at least crack a grin, they would do it. But how? And what?

Reid continued to look at the floor, his bottom lip quivered, and they all noticed an occasional teardrop fall to the ground. He closed his eyes briefly and sniffled, apparently not caring that he was crying in front of his teammates. They all glanced at each other, hoping that somebody knew what to do. Morgan and JJ were both ready to try give the young man some reassurance, but then Penelope spoke up.

"You know my Junior G-Man, there is one thing you do know." The quirky woman said, the side of her lips tilting upward.

"Hmm?" Spencer raised an eyebrow. He failed to notice when Garcia cast a wink to the others, who all each gave her one in return.

The young genius looked up when all of his teammates approached him with their arms spread out. Morgan, JJ and Garcia wrapped their arms around him, before Hotch, Prentiss and Rossi followed suit on the outside. Soon enough, they formed a group hug.

"We love you, Spencer." They all said in unison.

Spencer was unable to hold back the huge smile that formed upon his face, or the tears that were now pouring freely. This was his true family.

"I love you guys too, you're the best." He sniffled again.

(Spencer Reid!)

From the safety of her personal office, Section Chief Erin Strauss watched the profilers through the closed blinds of the window. While such behavior is rather inappropriate, and though she should scold them, she just couldn't find it in herself to do so, much to her own surprise.

To be continued...

I hope this fed all you guys' excitement, and it's not over yet...