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Previously on Criminal Minds- Pulling out his cell Derek quickly took a photo of the sleeping profiler before creeping back and taking a seat at the table. With the press of a few buttons he sent the picture to Garcia along with a short message. He couldn't wait to see what his baby girl had to say about this.

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SSA Morgan startled at the shrill ring of his cell phone. Cursing himself for not putting it on vibrate, he quickly snatched it off his belt and flipped it open before the noise could wake the sleeping toddler on the bed. "Morgan" he whispered as he silently walked to the other side of the room. "Great, I'm in. Send someone to watch…but Hotch, I…I know but…but I really…yeah, yeah, I got it. I'll stay here, but I wanna be there when you question him…he's fine. Been sleeping like a baby since I got here…alright, you guys be careful. We don't need any more baby agents…we will. Bye." Slamming the cell shut, the young man angrily tossed it onto the end of the bed. The team had found what they thought was Wasden's hideout and were on their way to capture the suspect. He wanted, no needed to be there when the deranged man was taken down but instead he was stuck here watching…a soft voice broke the profiler out of his thoughts. Walking over to the laptop on the dresser, Morgan looked into Penelope Garcia's worried face. "What'd you say?" he softly asked.

"I said what's wrong? Did something else happen?" Garcia quietly questioned.

"Nothing's wrong, baby girl." He assured the anxious woman. "Hotch just called to tell me they had a lead on Wasden. They're headed out to his location now."

"That's great news! They'll bag the bad guy and then he can turn our junior G-man back back into his adorably awkward self." The BAU's tech specialist bubbled. "I don't see why you'd be…you're mad you're not going, aren't you?"

"Of course I'm pissed!" Derek growled. "I want this creep! I should be in the SUV with Hotch and Rossi going after the lunatic that hurt Reid not sitting on my behind in some hotel room!"

"But sweet cheeks, you're not just sitting twittling your thumbs. Hotch gave you a job, the most important job of all; protecting our baby genius." Garcia calmly told her frustrated friend.

"Protecting him from what?" Morgan queried. "It's not like anyone's after us. Nobody even knows what happened to the kid. There's no one to protect him from unless there's a monster under the bed I don't know about."

"What about that doctor you were telling me about? Aren't you worried about him?" Garcia asked, smiling as an idea came to her. Fingers flying around the keyboard, she swiftly typed in parameters for a new search.

"We don't have to worry about Doctor Doom, Pen. Hotch told him no one was hurt in the blast." Morgan told the tech analyst. "Besides, knowing the doc he's probably staked out a comfy spot inside the police station to wait for the others to come back with Wasden. He's not about to miss his chance to interrogate the man about his so called 'miracle cures'."

"Think he's out of luck on that one. There's no way Hotch will let him get anywhere near the guy." Garcia stated as she scrolled through a list of choices. "At least you don't have to worry about the doctor trying to whisk Reid away."

"Which is exactly why I shouldn't be here" Morgan reasoned. "I'm not the right person for this job."

"My dearest Derek Poppins, you are the perfect person for the job." Penelope countered.

"No, I'm not. I don't know anything about taking care of little kids." Derek argued as he paced around the room. "He should have assigned JJ or Emily to babysit Reid. They would be a whole lot better at it."

"Maybe, but I don't think Reid would agree with your choice. Think about it, Baby. Our junior G-man is going to need help with even the simplest of tasks, like going to the bathroom." the tech analyst pointed out. "And who do you think our little bundle of joy will be more comfortable with helping him; the girls or you?"

"I can't picture Pretty Boy being alright with any of us helping him with that." Morgan replied, smirking as he pictured the indignant look on the younger man's face that circumstance was sure to bring.

"I know but my little honey bun won't have any choice. The potty's bigger than him right now. Embarrassed or not he'll have to let someone help him. And I can guarantee you that Reid will be more at ease with you helping than anyone else." Garcia softly said.

"You really think so, Pen?" Derek asked.

"I know so, Daddy Day Care. After all, that's what big brothers are for." Penelope answered, smiling as movement on the bed alerted her to the fact that a certain someone was waking up. "Uh oh, I better go. You're about to be very busy with a certain little man. One quick suggestion: you've been given the perfect opportunity to show our baby bunting what childhood is really like. Don't waste it."

"What do you…"

"There's a huge park three blocks north of your hotel on Sunset Street. Go have some fun." Garcia suggested.

"Sounds good" Derek said. "Thanks, Pen."

"Anything for my two favorite snuggle bunnies." Garcia cheerfully replied. "Bye now! Have fun!"

"Bye" Morgan said. Closing the laptop, the young man turned towards the bed to find Reid sitting up sleepily fisting his eyes. He smothered a chuckle at the sight of the toddler's hair sticking up all over the place. "'Bout time you woke up. I was getting bored watching you lying there sucking on your thumb."

"I do not sut my fumb." Spencer indignantly huffed as he shifted uncomfortably.

"Uh huh, just keep telling yourself that, kid. Next naptime I'll snap a few pictures and then you'll see." Morgan teased.

"Fewe awe two fings wong with fat tatement, Mowgan. One, you won't be tating any pittuwes of me, unless you want some of youw mowe embawassing baby pittuwes to end up in Gawtia's hands." Reid threatened. Seeing his friend about to protest he held up his hand. "And two, fewe isn't going to be any mowe naptimes. You shouldn't have let me fall asleep in the fiwst place. I'm supposed to be seawching the tase files for any tue about Wasden's lotation."

"You don't have to worry about that, Reid. Hotch called while you were sleeping. They got a lead and were headed to check it out." Morgan informed the younger agent. "He said he'd call when they had him."

"Fey know where he is!" Spencer squeaked. "Well what awe you doing hewe? Go meet up wif the team!"

"Sorry, Pretty Boy, you're not getting rid of me that easy. Hotch told me to watch you and that's just what I'm going to do." Morgan stated.

"I tan tate tawe of myself!" Reid huffed, squirming once more.

"No, you can't." Derek disagreed. Frowning as the toddler continued to wiggle, he asked, "What's with all the dancing? You got ants in your pants or something?"

Stilling, Spencer shook his head. The little boy dropped his gaze to his lap as a blush crept up his face. "I, I umm, fink I had, a, a, umm, accident." he stammered as he nervously toyed with the hem of his shirt.

"Huh?" Morgan asked, eyes widening when he realized what his friend was saying. "Oh, okay, we can, uh, handle that. I'll just look in the bags on the table and see if I can find you some more clothes or something."

"Mowgan, tan I tate a baf fiwst?" Reid softly questioned as he slid off the side of the bed.

"Sure kid. Come on, I'll get the water started for you." Derek said, holding out his hand to his embarrassed friend. Taking one of Reid's tiny hands in his, he headed for the bathroom ready for his first big challenge; bath time.