Just wanted to let you know that there will be no more Morgan. You don't have to read on! I just wanted to give Dr. Reid a nice ending :) The only reason I got the motivation to do this again is CountryChic1. So this chapter is dedicated to her! :D

A thin and lanky brunette sat at the end of a long table, reading books that had no business being in a public library. He seemed to find one he predominantly liked -the only indication of this being the grin that crossed his face- and he stood up to head to the library check out counter.

Upon his arrival to said counter, he saw a familiar face and the grin immediately changed into a bright smile. His teeth were showing, all thirty-two of them. "Hello, Spencer!" Lauren chimed.

Reid replied, "Hey, Lauren," and handed her the book.

She rubbed her barely showing belly of only two months, and took the book. "If you wait for me, I'll be done in about twenty minutes." Her voice was apologetic, most likely for asking him to wait so long.

Reid's mind rushed back to almost an exact year before, but only for a millisecond. "Sure," his smile brightened as she waved good-bye with a "See you later".

He wandered back to his table and caught the bright green eyes of a child, no older than seven. He held Reid's stare for about a minute and smiled at the man. His long, curly hair bounced as he jumped up and rushed into Spencer's legs.

The brunette stared at the child questioningly, wanting to peel the boy off of his legs. "Um…You… you are…" He stuttered.

"Sorry, sorry. I like books too." His smile was blinding, his eyes glittered as if he had just found national treasure. "I saw you. You were reading. You read a lot. You read waaaaaay a lot. Can you read to me?"

Reid's brow furrowed in utter confusion. A sudden warmth engulfed his body and he relaxed. This child had suddenly run up to him and actually liked him. Is the Reid Effect still in…effect? He asked himself. He spotted another child who accidentally made eye contact with him. No, still present, he affirmed as the child brought his stare down and hid his face behind a Dr. Seuss book.

Spencer hesitated in answering, and just as he had opened his mouth, he was interrupted. "Be good, Sanford." Lauren had come into vision and Reid pointed to the child wrapped around his legs.

"Aunty Lor!" The boy, now identified as Sanford, yelled.

"Ssshh, hon. We're in a library." She bent down to hug the boy still hanging onto Reid and kissed his forehead with a motherly kiss.

A man with skin the color of chocolate came up behind Lauren. His jeans were sagging, but not enough to make a person turn their head in disgust. His pants were tucked in his tan Timbs, the tags still on. He had a v neck shirt on, a burgundy color, that clung to his body enough to still look professional and hot all at the same time. He gripped the back of Lauren's neck playfully and squeezed it twice.

Spencer watched in slight fascination as the man moved. His limbs were long and well built. His chest and back were large and well toned. The profiler's attention snatched back to the present.

"What the hell, Darius?" Lauren snapped, yanking herself from the man's grip in mock anger.

Darius? Persian…for king. His demeanor suits it. The way he carries himself. Wait, did Lauren just curse?

"Why is Sanford wandering the library alone?" Lauren then proceeded to prying the boy off of Reid.

The man, Darius, seemed to notice Spencer then, and smiled at him. His canine's were especially sharp. "He got excited, Lauren." His smirk made Spencer's heart skip, if only a little.

Lauren sighed, "This is my little brother, Darius. And this is his son, Sanford," she paused and looked at her brother. "This is Spencer Reid, my best friend." Lauren smiled as a blush crossed Reid's face.

"Nice to meet you, Darius." Reid held out his hand.

"Pleasure's all mine." He took the hand outstretched and shook it firmly. His grip made Reid shudder, but not enough for either to notice. "Was the wedding nice?" He asked.

Reid had a questioning look on his face. "Um…"

"I wasn't there. I just got back from Australia." Reid nodded and Darius carried on by his own volition. "I was there for work and my marriage." He waved a hand as if to dismiss it entirely. "Divorce is a bitch and I'm glad it's all over." Another smirk crossed his face until he realized Sanford was staring at him.

"Sorry to hear that," Reid replied, watching the son and father exchange glances.

Emerald green eyes pulled away and once again met Reid's. This time he smiled. "Can you read to me, Spencer?"

"Don't be, I'm not." His eyes weren't on Reid, though. They were on his son.

Reid nodded. "Sure. I don't mind." The smile was still on his face when he nodded to the father.

Lauren laughed when Sanford jumped and ran into the poetry book section and Reid cast an inquisitive look at her. "What a precocious child," he stated.

"You have no room to talk, Doctor."

Reid shot a light glare at Lauren. She laughed in return and patted her brother on the shoulder. "You said you wanted to talk, I think now would be the best time."

Darius watched as Sanford pulled the really skinny, nerdy, yet somehow exquisite brunette by the hand when he hadn't followed. "It's fine. You guys go."

He smiled at the man who was easily pulled by a seven year old. "Thanks."

Reid nodded and finally followed Sanford, sliding the hand that was holding his wrist into his hand, and comfortably too.

"I want you to read me this one!" Sanford pushed a book into Spencer's free hand just as he had sit down. He looked into the chocolate brown eyes and an apologetic look crossed his face as he pulled his hand away. "I'm sorry. Daddy said I have to call people older than me with a mister. So do I have to call you Mr. Spencer?" He sat on the ground in front of Reid and patiently waited for an answer.

Reid looked down at the book and smiled to himself. "No, you can just call me Spencer. And I'll call you Sanford. Okay?"

The emerald eyes shone again and he was reminded of the boys aunt. He opened British Poets of the Eighteenth Century and found his favorite poem. "You really want me to read this to you?"

The seven year old nodded. "Please."

"She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies…"

Okay, chapter two should be up soon...maybe?