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As Reid trudged into the house after Hotch, he was fairly exhausted, so much so that he wanted to plop down on the couch right now and go to sleep. The day has been so tiring, that he could almost fall asleep on the floor. When he sat down on the couch, he noticed his old blankets had been folded and sat on the armrest along with his pillow. He raised an eyebrow, wondering where they had been beforehand, since he never asked Aaron in the first place.

Hotch said bye to Jessica and saw her off before heading upstairs to say goodnight to his son, who had recently been put to bed. While his boss was occupied, Spencer went about to make his bed, putting everything exactly how it had been, thanks to his eidetic memory, that wasn't a hard task. When Hotch returned downstairs, Reid had just finished with his bedding, and sat back down.

"You hungry at all?" Aaron asked the younger man, since neither of them had eaten dinner yet.

"I'm, uh, okay." Spencer said, but his stomach growled right after he said that. He blushed when Hotch sent him a stern glare before watching him head to the kitchen, in which he began to follow. The BAU leader retrieved a couple slices of leftover pizza from the fridge, handing one to Reid, who accepted it without hesitation before he took a bite. They finished their rather small meal quickly and returned to the living room.

Spencer tried to soak in the day's events. His unwanted dad appeared at his home, whom attacked his boss, and had proceeded to attack his own son as well, in which ended up with him arresting his own father. He was put away for a long time, the exact amount was unknown, as Rossi never did tell him. He still had that eviction at his apartment, he would need to find a place to move his stuff, but he wasn't quite sure where yet. And his mother still needed to know about William, something that Reid knew should be told in person. Hotch could tell the younger man was deep in thought, and he had a pretty good idea of what he was thinking about.

"Hotch?" Reid suddenly asked.

"Yes?" The older man answered.

"Um, would you possibly know of a good storage facility anywhere?"

Aaron raised an eyebrow. That wasn't the question he was expecting. "Why?"

"Well, I have that eviction at my apartment, and I need to move my stuff somewhere." Spencer explained sheepishly.

"What about here?"

"Oh, no, I couldn't do that, Hotch! I mean, it's a nice offer, but I don't want to take up your house." The young genius admitted.

"Reid, you've lived here since April, I think I could manage if you brought your stuff over." The Unit Chief said.

"But, your electric bills... I'm the reason they're so high." Spencer looked down at the floor, his hair curtaining his face.

"Spencer, I could easily handle those bills if they were double what they were now."

"That isn't fair though, you've done so much for me already—"

"And I'm willing to do more."

Reid took note of the older profiler's sincerity in his voice, he wasn't used to hearing it much. He felt the sides of his lips slowly turning upward as he looked at his hands, when Aaron saw him, he felt a smile growing on his own face.

Spencer stifled a yawn as his eyes were beginning to feel heavy. He shoved himself off the couch to get in pajamas, Hotch soon did the same. Reid slipped on some flannel pants and his favorite F.B.I. T-Shirt, he should probably order some more of those shirts. Aaron came back, ironically, wearing an F.B.I. T-Shirt as well, and some sweatpants, carrying his soft blue comforter. The two men settled on the couch, Hotch wrapping the blanket and his arms around Spencer, who sighed with content and rested his head on the BAU leader's shoulder. His father never did stuff like this, but while that's in the past, it's something he can't forget, even if he tried. That's all thanks to his memory though.

Feeling completely relaxed, and safe in his boss's arms, the young doctor drifted to sleep.

(Spencer Reid!)

"Thank you for taking me to the airport, Hotch." Spencer said as he grabbed his go-bag. "Is there a certain time I should try to get back?"

"Reid, I'm sure we'll manage without you, for a couple days at least." Hotch smirked, causing the younger man to roll his eyes. "Just take your time while you're there, and tell you're mother I said 'hi'."

"I will, and thanks again." Reid smiled, before turning toward the automatic doors. He glanced briefly behind him, where he saw Aaron's Chevrolet Suburban 1500 drive off to the BAU. The team had urged their boss to take a couple days off after what happened yesterday, but it fell to deaf ears. Real fitting for Hotch though, like he would ever take a day off when his team tried to get him to.

Making his way through the crowds, security, and the terminal, Spencer seated himself in a semi secluded spot and waited for the flight to begin.

After arriving at his hometown, the young profiler looked around. Though he hadn't nearly forgotten what Las Vegas looked like, as that was impossible anyway, it felt nice to see it in person. He decided to take a bus to the Sanitarium, so he wouldn't have to go through the uncomfortable task of driving. There he entered the doors and went to the front desk.

"Can I help you?" A kind, aged nurse asked.

"Hi, I'm here to see Diana Reid." He said. "I'm her son, Spencer."

The nurse nodded. "Spencer, what a lovely name." She smiled, causing the young man to blush. She lead him to a door with a familiar number, which he knew lead to his mother. She knocked on the door, informing the occupant that someone was here to see them, and opened it. Reid swallowed when he saw Diana with a defensive look on her face, but it vanished instantly when she laid eyes on her son.

"Spencer!" Diana exclaimed. "What brings you here?" She sounded surprised. Makes sense though, Spencer didn't tell her that he was coming to visit in the first place. He was afraid that she would ask why, even though she never had in the past, because there was one main reason why he was here right now.

"I came to see you, mom." He said softly, Diana's smile grew. The nurse knew when it was her time to leave, she exited the room and closed the door, a little shocked since this was the happiest she'd seen Mrs. Reid in a long time.

"Why don't you sit down?" She asked. Spencer nodded with a 'thanks' and did as he was offered.

"How've you been, sweetheart?"

"Oh, uh, I'm good. I mean, I've been better, no, wait-" He said, more nervously than anticipated..

"Something's wrong, isn't there Spencer?" Diana asked suspiciously. "And don't lie to me."

Reid cursed himself. At times his mother could almost be a profiler, but the way he had stuttered like that, an average person would be able to sense something. It didn't matter too much he supposed. He was going to tell her soon anyway, he had to.

"Mom," Spencer cleared his throat. "You still remember Willi-, Dad, don't you?"

"Yes, why?" She responded cautiously, almost glaring daggers at the very thought of her husband.

"Um, well, Mom, I'm not sure how else to tell you this, but Dad... got arrested last yesterday."

"Hm, good riddance." Diana snorted, which actually surprised Reid. When she said nothing more, the young genius continued.

"Yeah, uh, he came to my apartment, soon after he did, my boss came by to check up on me. You remember Aaron Hotchner, right? We all argued, and Dad attacked him." Diana seemed to be letting the information sink in as her son spoke more. "When... When he came at me, I, I had to pull my gun out at him, then I... handcuffed him and officers came soon after and took him away," He finished, feeling a little ashamed talking about his father like this, even if it...

"Serves him right." Diana sneered. "Hurting my baby and his friends like that? Oh, for shame." She sounded like a scolding mother. Reid only nodded, not sure what else to say at the moment. The memory of the day before ran through his head. The somewhat absence of sincerity in his father's apology, Hotch getting punched by him, Morgan asking Reid if he was alright before he passed out.

"He was charged with assault of a federal agent, and child abandonment." Spencer explained. "He's going to prison for a long time, a really long time."

"It's a good thing he is," She said. "Or I'd scratch his eyes out."

"I have no doubt about that, Mom." He chuckled. Diana smiled briefly. She couldn't believe William would dare do such a thing. Well, she should believe it, after all, he did walk out on her and their son, probably enjoying life without them as far as she cared. Spencer deserved a better father than that. Correction, he deserves one.

"I'm sorry he was your father, Spencer." His mother said, confusing the young man for a minute.

"Why?"

"You should've had a more decent father than William." She sighed.

"It's not your fault, Mom." Reid said, not wanting his mother to feel guilty.

"But I'm not there to know you're okay." Diana began. "I worry about you, and someday I may never see you again. I wish for you have someone to look after you, just so I know you're safe. There is nobody though." She exhaled. The young doctor tried to object, but his mother went on.

"You're grandparents are both dead, so are both of your aunts, and at least one of your uncles. I'm afraid I'm your only family, Spencer, and I can't be there for you."

"I do have family to look after me." Reid began to smile. "The team I work with, the BAU."

"Oh, yes, you're friends who work at that government building."

"Not exactly, Mom." He laughed. "It's a federal building, but it is actually working for the government." He mumbled, hoping the words wouldn't upset her. Diana nodded. Spencer breathed, he shouldn't worry too much, it's not like his mother was having an episode, but she still tended to be suspicious.

"Aaron Hotchner, my boss, he treats me like a father would. A real father, not like William. Derek Morgan and Jennifer Jareau are like older siblings, so is Emily Prentiss, but you've never met her." Reid said, he swallowed once, remembering when he had told this to his father. "David Rossi and Penelope Garcia are like an uncle and aunt. And of course, I have you too, Mom. I'd say, on the subject of family, I'm pretty covered." He smiled.

"That's good to know, Spencer." Diana returned the smile. He was relieved she hadn't gotten upset about anything he had said.

"Hotchner, he's been letting me stay at his house, so I wouldn't have to alone. That, and I recently got an eviction at my apartment."

"Who on Earth would kick out such a sweet soul like yourself?" She said in shock.

He laughed. "Well, Mom, I hadn't been paying the rent, and they won't exactly accept it now, so I need to move my stuff somewhere."

"You said you were staying at this Hotchner's place, why don't you move your stuff there? He sounds like a caring man after all."

"He is." Spencer admitted. "And he did offer me to live there permanently. I had even considered moving my things there when I got back, but I wasn't sure if you would be upset about it."

"Well, I would be even more upset knowing my baby doesn't have a roof over his head." Diana said. "And I'm not about to let them keep you here."

"They're not, Mom, I was just thinking of staying for a couple days. If that's okay with you."

"But, of course." She smiled.

Over the period of those days that ended up being three, Spencer and his mother talked, played board games when supervised, and did activities together. The Sanitarium provided food for the young profiler, though he was reluctant to eat it, fearing that one day it may be the stuff he'll eat every day. Diana managed to coax him into eating, pointing out how much he was underweight. Spencer enjoyed the quality time he got to spend with her, it brought back the better memories when he was younger. He had a hard time leaving, but he promised his mother that he would visit her again sometime, maybe even stay for a week again, like he had back in April, before he went home and eventually found himself cuddled in a blanket, with his dad- Hotch wrapping his arms around him protectively.

Spencer wiped a stray tear as he exited the building. Gripping the strap on his go-bag, he sat at the bus stop and waited. He wondered what the team was doing, if they were on a case, or maybe at the office? He smirked at the thought of Morgan, bored with a mound of paperwork, which he couldn't pass to him since he wasn't there.

He hopped in a bus after the driver confirmed it was headed to the airport. When he arrived, he paid his fare and entered the busy area. After the usual security procedures, he once again found a mostly empty spot on the plane. There he pulled out a book that he'd brought, and already read twice since he left Quantico. He eventually dozed off, images of his father sitting in a cell, likely waiting trial, appeared in his mind.

(Spencer Reid!)

When Spencer finally arrived at the DC airport, he noticed a peculiar group of people, undoubtedly familiar, each held up a sign which read a different thing. A smiling blonde held a sign that read "Spence", a dark skinned man with a toothy grin held up one that said "Pretty Boy". Reid initially rolled his eyes. A more petite blonde's sign read "Junior G-man", an aged man's "Kiddo", a dark haired woman's "Dr. Reid", but the sign that caught his attention the most was the one held up by a stern faced man, "My son, Spencer Reid".

The young agent blushed instantly. "How long have you guys been waiting here?"

"A couple hours." Rossi said calmly, as if he didn't have a care in the world.

"A couple hou-" Reid was cut off when Garcia ran up to him and nearly squeezed the life out of him.

"Ah, we missed you." She smiled.

"Easy there, Baby Girl." Morgan laughed. "We need him to be alive in order to show him his surprise."

"Surprise?" Spencer wheezed until Penelope finally allowed him a breath of air.

"Yes, 'surprise'." Derek imitated his wheezy response. He received a glare which he pushed aside.

"What is it?" Reid coughed.

"We hope you like it." Prentiss smiled.

"Yes, but what is it?" He repeated.

"A surprise, what else could it be?" Hotch said, looking rather amused. The young man sighed, giving up on his attempts. He and his 'family' went over to where a black Suburban was parked. They piled in, with Aaron driving, and got on the road. After around an hour long drive, they came up to the Unit Chief's house, Spencer immediately noticed all of his teammates cars parked around the place. It sort of made sense though, that explains why they were all at the airport with one vehicle.

When they got out, JJ told Reid to put on a blindfold in which he'd been handed. He looked at the media liaison like she was crazy, but was told that it was part of the surprise. Knowing that these were his teammates he could trust, and not some deranged unsub that meant to do him harm, he obeyed and allowed himself to be lead inside the house. He was relieved enough when he was permitted to take the blind off, then he noticed that the house setup had changed since he was last here.

A bookshelf, his bookshelf, from his apartment, it was here, sat against a near the couch, all of his books were in the exact order of which he had left them before. He noticed his bedding was absent from the couch though, but he noticed a large box, when he looked inside, he saw that it was all of his pictures that he had hanging in his apartment. He reached in and picked up two of them carefully. One was of him and his mother when he was younger. Presumably, the photo taker was William, but Reid didn't care to think about him right now. The other was of him and the BAU team, before Dave and Emily joined, when Elle and Gideon were still there.

"There's more upstairs, Spencer." Hotch said. Reid sat the pictures down and made his way up the stairs, the team following. He was almost hit in the face by an opening door when Jessica silently stepped out. She held a finger over her mouth, mentioning for them to be quiet. Jack had helped out a lot while Reid was gone, so much so that he laid down for a nap. The BAU crept past the boy's bedroom, then Reid noticed a sign on a door down the hall, which he knew lead to Hotch's office, but the piece of paper taped to it had words written in crayons, obviously by Jack. It read "Spencer's room". The young genius frowned a little, but that was replaced with shock when he opened the door.

He almost didn't recognize this as Hotch's office, the only thing that was the same was the light tan carpeting. His bed was there with all of it's blankets and pillows, as was his nightstand, lamp, and the picture of him and the current team. The closet, that formally held additional things to Hotch's now nonexistent office, had all of his clothes that had been hanging in his apartment. His dresser was there too, he figured it also had the other articles of clothing that he kept in there. His nightlight was plugged in as well.

It was a near replica of his room.

"Check out the bathroom, Reid." Dave said, gesturing to said room, the door was closed, as expected. Spencer entered opened the door and saw his half used tube of toothpaste standing up on it's lid on the counter top. A cup with holes on the lid held four toothbrushes, one blue, one red, one pink, and one purple. The pink toothbrush was most likely Haley's, nobody had the heart to throw it away, it seemed. Reid knew his was the purple one. Purple was shamelessly his favorite color.

"Wow, guys... I'm not sure what to say." Spencer was still getting over his shock.

"I think a simple 'thank you' is good enough. What would you guys say?" Rossi turned to face the others, who all agreed in unison.

"Thank you, everyone. Thank you so much." He smiled nervously, that was all he could think to say anyway.

"I think this calls for a celebration." Hotch called. "When Jack wakes up, and if Jessica wishes to join us, who's up for Olive Garden?"

"Yeah."

"Sounds good, Hotch."

"You bet, boss-man!"

"I am," Emily said. "As long as we make sure Reid gets a mint this time before we leave." She smirked.

"Hey!" Everyone else laughed.

(Spencer Reid!)

Dinner went well, everyone had a great time, they went their separate ways when they left the restaurant, heading to their respective homes. While seated in the front passenger seat of his 'adoptive father's' black Chevrolet, he couldn't help but look over to the left as they drove past his former home, that cold, lonely apartment, which he had been conveniently kicked out of. Considering how long he's lived at Hotch's house already, it's hard to believe that he used to live at those apartments.

When they arrived home, Aaron carried his sleeping son to his room, managing to awaken him long enough to get him in pajamas. After settling Jack into bed, Hotch proceeded to tuck his 'other son' in bed as well. Spencer changed into his usual flannel pants and F.B.I. T-Shirt. He slid under the covers as Hotch made sure his nightlight was on and working. Once Reid was ready, the BAU leader walked over and stroked his hair, the younger man closed his eyes for a moment, relaxing at the calming action. He blushed when his boss planted a quick peck on his cheek, then watched as he went over and prepared to turn off the ceiling light.

"Good night, dad, er, Aaron, I mean, Hotch, urm..." He stuttered, stopping when Hotch told him to shush.

"Good night, Spencer." He waited until his eyes closed and he could tell that he'd fallen asleep. "I love you, son."

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