Spencer pulled off his coat as they waited for Daphne's parents to pick them up from the airport. He had been promised that Daphne was staying at her parents while they were in a hotel. But he knew how things worked out when Daphne was involved, after all this holiday had started off being just for two. "Why is it so hot?" He complained.

"Because from March onwards the weather does as it pleases. You watch tomorrow will rain. Summer seems to come earlier each year but never stays." There was a honking of a horn and Daphne began waving madly.

"Here they are!" She cried as a blue Rover pulled up. The doors opened and a middle aged couple stepped out. The women shrieked as she pulled Daphne into a tight hug.

"Oh baby, I've missed you!" Daphne's father moved around the front of the car and gave the same greeting to Jessica, before he was almost thrown out of the way by his wife. "Jess! Oh it's so good to see you!"

"You must be Spencer, my brother and his wife have told us all about you. I'm Peter, Daphne's father."

"It's nice to finally meet you. Jess talks a lot about you all."

"Jess, your mother is green with envy that we get to meet your young man first. Peter, hurry up and load the car you know what Stan and Liz are like!"

"I'm surprised mum and dad didn't insist on being here too, how did you managed that one? Oh Spencer this my aunty Jean."

"Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you." Spencer waved and glanced at Jess.

"You're mother will be pleased, he's very handsome." Spencer blushed and hurried to help Daphne's dad as she was already in the car. "You know your mother. She's going to have a Doctor in the house she's been cleaning for a week and your dads been cooking all weekend."

"They haven't redecorated have they?"

"No I managed to talk your dad out of that one." Peter closed the boot and smiled at Spencer. "Us boys are up front, let the girls chat in the back." Spencer glanced at Jessica not knowing what to say but she merely winked as she climbed in the back with her aunt and cousin. Once the car was on the motorway Daphne and Jess began telling Daphne's mum all about America, leaving Spencer and Daphne's dad sitting in silence.

"My brother tells me you're some kind of genius?" Peter kept his eyes on the road as he drove. Spencer shifted in his seat.

"Yes, I have a IQ of 187, a eidetic memory and can read 20,000 words a minute, the average adult can read 250 to 300."

"Interesting." Spencer got the feeling that Daphne's dad was just saying that so he stayed quite and looked out of the window. "You're in the FBI?"

"Yes. I work for the Behavioural Analysis Unit. The Behavioural Analysis Unit, BAU, is a component of the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation's National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crime, NCAVC, that uses behavioural sciences to assist in criminal investigations. The NCAVC is made up of four units: Behavioural Analysis Unit- one, Counterterrorism/Threat Assessment, Behavioural Analysis Unit-two, Crimes Against Adults, Behavioural Analysis Unit-three-"

"Jess make him stop!" Hissed Daphne over her mothers lap.

"Leave him alone he's nervous." Hissed Jessica back.

"He's different." Whispered Jean.

"-Crimes Against Children), and the Violent Criminal Apprehension Program, ViCAP. The mission of the NCAVC and the BAUs is to provide behavioural based investigative and/or operational support by applying case experience, research, and training to complex and time-sensitive crimes, typically involving acts or threats of violence."

"Uncle Peter, tell Spencer about your work in CID, I told him about you and dad being police officers."

"Yes, please daddy."

Thankfully Peter Lambart was as much of a chatter box as his daughter and niece and so the drive to the girls hometown passed quickly, now that the pressure was off of Spencer to talk his ramblings became less frequent. It was a shame Jessica loved how his hands moved when he spoke. They pulled up outside a well kept house that was surrounded by less maintained homes. Jess noticed Spencer looking around.

"It used to be nice around here." Jessica looked up and down the street wondering what happened. Her memories of her street was of well kept gardens and her friends doors being open so they could run in and out. Of course said friends had moved long ago and new people now lived in the homes that she had known so well. Now all the houses seemed dirty and the gardens full of rubbish or weeds. Nothing looked homely or welcoming except the house behind her, home.

"Jessica!" Spinning around she saw her mother running towards her arms wide, a smiled spread ear from ear. "Oh thank god your home! I thought you were going to be like Daphne and never come back."

"Oh mum, you know I'd never do that. Working in a library is no where near as hectic as working in advertising." Jessica's father appeared then and grabbed hold of his daughter and lifted her clean off the ground.

"The Yanks have had you long enough, your staying here."

"Dad!" Once her feet were firmly on the ground Jessica took a step back and smiled at Spencer. "Spencer this is my mum and dad. Parents, meet Spencer."

"Oh thank god, he's gorgeous! It's ok Stan, our grandchildren will be beautiful. Come here and give us a kiss." Without waiting for a reply Jessica's mother reached up and grabbed Spencer's face and dragging him down so she could place kisses on each cheek.

"Take him back he's too tall. We told you no one over five foot eight." Complained her dad with a grin.

"Dad, I can't help it that you and uncle Peter are short. Are grandma and grandpa here?"

"Inside guarding the kettle." Replied her mother. Grabbing Spencer's hand Jessica dragged him inside. "There's a surprise inside too!" Taking Spencer into the hall and through the living room, small dining room and then the kitchen Jessica stopped in front of a elderly couple.

"Grandma, grandpa, this is Spencer."

"He's skinny, is he poor?"

"Spencer is a last name."

Jess grinned at her boyfriend. "Well everyone likes you."

"Suddenly I understand Daphne a lot better." He said, not sure if he believed Jessica.

"If they're nice to you, run, it means they up to something. Or if they tell you f-off. "

"I'm sure they've never said a nice word to me." A male voice stated behind them from the dining room. Jessica spun around and Spencer turned to find a man slightly younger than himself standing there drying his hair with a towel. He was around the same height as Spencer but a slightly bigger build, more Hotch's build. He was grinning at Jessica and Spencer instantly felt uneasy at the look on Jessica's face.

"Grim!" Spencer watched as his girlfriend threw herself into the arms of this other man, he lifted her off the ground and Jessica wrapped her legs around him. "Oh my god, they didn't say you'd be here." She planted a kiss on his cheek and then wiggled herself free from his hold. "This is Spencer. Spencer this is Grim, my best friend after Daphne of course."

"Blimey Jess, you've replaced me!" Grim, a stupid name in Spencer's opinion, looked him up and down and put out his hand. "Hi Spencer, you must be very brave, dating a ex-police officer."