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Previously on Criminal Minds- "Yeah, I got a problem alright." The young preppie growled. "You're my problem. You wanna tell me what you're doing with that white baby, boy?"

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Reid felt Morgan tense at the man's words. 'Uh oh! This is gonna get ugly!' he thought as he eyed the angry man in front of him.

"Excuse me?" Morgan growled, tightening his grip on the toddler in his arms.

"You heard me. I want to know what you think you're doing with that baby." The young man ground out.

"Spencer happens to be my son." Derek coolly informed the man.

"Right, cause you look so much alike." Steven sneered.

Wanting to defuse the situation before it went any further, Spencer did what he knew children this age did when frightened, he started crying. "D-daddy, I, I wanna go h-h-home! Bad man t-tawing me!" he sobbed.

"Umm, Mr. Jenkins? I think the guy's telling the truth. The baby called him daddy." A blond teenage girl standing slightly behind the other man pointed out.

"Stay out of this, Ella. I know what I'm doing." Jenkins warned. Taking a step closer to the agents, he crossed his arms. "Well, I'm waiting."

Morgan inwardly groaned. His hands itched to lay into the ignorant man in front of him but he couldn't risk it right now. He knew if he laid one finger on the guy, the police would be on him before he could blink. And with their luck it would be some of the same cops the team was working with probably with at least one member of the BAU in tow. No, laying the guy out was not the solution no matter how much he wanted it to be. Which left him with only one option. Sighing, Derek shifted Reid to his other hip and slowly reached down to his belt to retrieve his phone. He angrily punched a few buttons before turning it around for the obnoxious man to see. "Any questions?" he smugly asked. Smirking at the shocked look on the man's face, the profiler flipped his phone shut and set it back in its cradle. "Now, if there's nothing else, I'd like to get my son home."

"Y-yeah sure, sorry man" Steven stammered, as he backed away from the two agents. Spinning around, he hurried towards the playground without another word.

"Nice" Morgan muttered, watching the man flee. Feeling eyes on him, he turned to find the teenage girl staring at him apologetically. "Something I can do for you?"

"I, umm I just wanted to apologize for Mr. Jenkins." The blond replied. "He didn't mean anything by it. He used to be one of the nicest guys you'd ever met. But he's been different since, since…"

"Since what" Derek angrily inquired. People always had so called good reasons for their racist behavior. And those so called reasons never stood up to the light of day. He couldn't wait to hear this man's excuse.

Ella twirled the ends of her long hair around her fingers nervously as she took a few steps closer to the burly profiler. She glanced over at the playground where the once furious man was now playing with a small girl before looking the FBI agent in the eyes. "Mr. Jenkins' five year old niece was kidnapped from this playground a month ago. The police found her body about a week later. She'd been, been ra, abused over and over before she was st-stabbed to d-d-death." Tears flowing, Ella paused for a moment to get herself under control. "Mr. Jenkins blames himself because he was the one watching Crystal and his daughter, Sophia. He's come here every day since then. He watches over all the children and keeps an eye out for anyone that looks out of place. He's even gotten some of the other parents together and formed a watch group. They take turns policing the playground and surrounding areas. So far the only people they've stopped are a handful of little bullies and a couple of horny teenage boys. But at least they're doing something. That's more than I can say for the police."

"I'm sure the police are still working on the case, Ella." Derek assured the teen. "Just give them time."

"I hope you're right. I don't want that to happen to any other little girls." Ella said, frowning as something caught her eye. "Aww, the little guy hurt himself. Come with me. I'll have him doctored up in no time."

"That's nice of you, Ella but Spencer and I need to get going." Morgan replied. "I'll clean him up when we get home."

"Are you sure? It'll only take a minute." Ella prodded. "Come on, it's the least I can do."

"I don't know. What do you think, kiddo?" Derek asked, glancing down at his friend. "You want Ella to fix your boo boos for you?" Getting a shy nod from the toddler, he looked over at the teen. "Looks like you've got yourself a deal, Ella."

"Great!" the teenager exclaimed. "Follow me. I left my bag on that bench over there." Turning, she started towards her bag.

Falling into step behind the girl, Morgan glanced down at his watch. He hoped Ella's doctoring didn't take too long. He still had one more place he wanted to take Reid before they went back to the hotel.

At the police station

"Hotch, I thought you said Morgan wanted in on the interview?" Rossi asked as the two men made their way to the interrogation room holding their suspect.

"He will be." Agent Hotchner replied. "We're just going to have a brief discussion with Wasden to see where we stand and how to proceed. Wasden is not what I expected. He's one of the strangest, most ego centric unsubs we've had. He won't break easily. I want to see how far we can push him before we send Morgan in."

"Kind of a good cop, bad cop routine, huh?" Rossi concluded.

"You could call it that." Hotch agreed, taking hold of the doorknob. Carefully schooling his expression, he strode through the door and took a seat across from the young brown haired man. "Mr. Marion Wasden, I'm S.S.A. Aaron Hotchner and this is…"

"Oooo, the dreaded full name. Guess I'm in big trouble." The smirking man broke in.

"Mr. Wasden"

"Call me Gabe. Mr. Wasden sounds so, so blah." The suspect stated, sticking out his tongue.

"Mr. Wasden" Hotch growled, "I don't think you appreciate the seriousness of the situation."

"I don't think you appreciate the seriousness of the situation." Wasden mimicked in a high pitched voice. Rolling his eyes, he sighed. "Geez, you sound like some pompous high school principal."

"Mr. Wasden, you're facing eight counts of poisoning!" Hotchner ground out, slamming his hand on the table. "Your chemical potions h…"

"Potions? Potions? Do I look like Harry Potter to you?" Wasden scoffed.

"Actually you remind me more of Dobby." Rossi answered with a grin.

"Oo, good one!" Wasden crowed, clapping his hands. "And here I thought you were an old stick in the mud like your buddy there."

Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose attempting to ward off the headache dealing with their suspect was causing. Determined to keep the upper hand, the BAU leader loudly cleared his throat. "Getting back to the matter at hand, your chemical concoctions injured several people. Why do that, Mr. Wasden? What were you hoping to gain?"

"Uh, uh, uh, Agent Hotchner" Wasden tsked as he shook his head. "You didn't say the magic word."

"Sir, you are under arrest for multiple poisonings. It's in your best interest to talk to us, Mr. Wasden." Hotch stated, emphasizing the man's name.

Wasden motioned zipping his mouth closed and throwing away the key.

"Mr. Wasden, this is not a game!" Hotchner growled.

"Well, duh! Games are fun! Something you seem to have forgotten." Wasden shot back.

Sensing the suspect wasn't going to be cooperative, Rossi decided to stop the interview. Catching his friend's gaze, he motioned to the door. He watched a furious Aaron Hotchner storm out the door before picking up the case file and following. Shutting the door behind him, he walked over to the window Hotch was standing in front of and gazed out at the evening sky. "Calm down, Aaron. We'll find a way to get him talking." He assured his friend. "Let's give him some quiet time for now. Maybe he'll be more willing to talk after a little time out."

"Time out?" Hotch asked, lips curling up in a slight smile.

"Hey, he's gonna act like a child, we'll treat him like one." Rossi replied. "What do you say we go pick up Morgan and Reid and get some supper. I know the kid's got to be getting hungry. It's already after seven."

"Yeah, Morgan's probably ready for a break anyway." Hotch agreed. "Go get JJ and Emily. I'll call Morgan and tell him we're on the way."

"You got it." Rossi answered. Turning, he headed across the station to find the other two agents. He couldn't wait to see how Morgan had handled being cooped up in a small hotel room with a tiny Reid.

At the hotel

"Okay, Hotch, we'll be waiting in the lobby." Derek said. Flipping the phone shut, he looked over at the bed his charge was currently sitting on. Tongue sticking out in concentration, Spencer carefully placed the black block he was holding into the empty space at the top of his model. Looking at the work in progress, Derek couldn't help but be impressed. They'd only gotten the Lego building kit a couple of hours ago and the youngster had managed to get about a fourth of the ship built already and that was without looking at the directions or the picture on the box. The toy had definitely been worth the money he'd put into it. Not only had the Lego Enterprise distracted Reid from his current circumstances, it had been the perfect thing to keep the young boy busy. He hadn't heard a peep out of the toddler since they'd gotten back. Going over to the bed, Morgan picked up the discarded box. "Pretty Boy, we've gotta clean this up and get downstairs. Hotch and the others are picking us up for supper."

"But Mowgan, I'm not frough yet." Spencer whined.

"Tough" Derek replied. Picking up a handful of blocks, he dumped them in the box. "If we're not in the lobby when they get here, Hotch will come looking for us. And I really don't think you want him to do that. At least not if you want to be able to sit comfortably at supper."

"Pease, I'm a gwown man. Hotch wouldn't pant me." Reid huffed, rolling his eyes.

"Fine, it's your butt on the line. Just don't say I didn't warn you." Morgan replied, resisting the urge to laugh when the little boy's eyes widened. Sometimes it was just too easy to wind Reid up.

Seeing the serious expression on his friend's face, Spencer hurriedly started shoving blocks back into the box. He was ninety-nine percent sure Morgan was joking with him but he wasn't going to take a chance on being wrong. He'd had enough humiliating experiences for one day.

Tossing the last of the blocks into the cardboard box, Derek set the model kit on the table and grabbed their jackets. After helping Spencer put on his coat, Morgan pulled on his own and then scooped the toddler up. He walked across the room and opened the door. "Get the lights, kid." He told the boy in his arms. He checked his pants pocket to make sure he had his wallet and the room key and then walked out the door.

Thirty minutes later found the BAU team sitting around a table of a nearby restaurant smiling as an excited Reid recounted his afternoon at the park with Morgan.

"Sounds like you had fun, Spence" JJ said when the toddler stopped for a moment to get a drink.

"Yeah, and you managed to stay out of trouble. That's a first for you two." Emily teased.

"Umm, fewe was fis one man fat twied to top us fwom leaving." Spencer relayed.

"A man? What man?" Hotch questioned.

"Just some ignorant guy that can't see past colors" Morgan huffed.

"Morgan, what did you do?" Hotch asked, wearily running a hand across his face.

"He showed him a pittuwe and the man left." Reid answered, fisting his eyes.

"Really? What picture was that?" Rossi curiously inquired.

Pulling out his cell, Derek punched a few buttons. "This one" he replied, showing the group a picture of him standing by JJ's bedside holding a newborn Henry.

"Wish I could have seen his face when he saw that." Rossi commented, setting his silverware and napkin down on his empty plate. Chuckling, he cleared his throat. "Uh, Aaron, I think we've kept a certain somebody out too late." He softly said, nodding at Reid.

Seeing the toddler's head falling towards his chest, Hotch reached over and picked Spencer up. Holding the sleeping boy, the father went back to eating his meal.

"Let me take him, Aaron." Rossi suggested as he stood and walked around the table.

"Are you sure, Dave?" Hotch asked.

"Hey, just because I don't have children of my own, that doesn't mean I don't know how to handle a baby." Rossi informed his friend. "Now, hand him over."

"Okay, if you're sure" Aaron replied. He carefully placed the sleeping child in Rossi's waiting arms. "I saw a couple of rocking chairs by the fireplace. You could sit in one of those while you wait. We shouldn't be too much longer."

"Take your time. Spencer and I will be just fine." Dave assured the others. Turning, he walked away from the group and disappeared around a corner.

The BAU team shared a concerned look before tearing into what was left of their meal. They wanted to get Reid back to the hotel and tucked into bed as soon as possible. Finishing in record time, the group quickly stood and walked down the aisle. They turned the corner and stopped in their tracks. Two young boys were sitting in the rocking chairs playing checkers. Rossi and Reid were nowhere in sight. Figuring the two had gone into the store part of the restaurant, they hurriedly made their way past the rows of tables and into the small shop. After a search of the store and bathroom failed to locate the two missing team members, the four were beginning to panic. Hotch had the keys to the SUV and there was nowhere else to look.

"Maybe we missed them somewhere." Emily suggested.

"Yeah, Rossi could have walked into the restaurant while we were looking through the store." Derek agreed. "He might not have seen…"

"Guys, I think I found them." JJ broke in. Smiling, she pointed out the window.

Muttering under his breath, Hotch strode out the door. "I know we're in Florida but it's too cool for Reid to be out here without his jacket, Dave."

"I didn't have a choice. It was too noisy in there for the kid. He was getting restless." Rossi explained as he slowly stopped rocking. "And you don't have to worry about him catching cold. I wrapped him up before we came out."

"Camouflage? Really?" Morgan asked, eyeing the multi-colored throw covering the toddler.

"What? It's the first blanket I saw, okay." Rossi defended.

"And the stuffed bunny?" Prentiss questioned, attempting and failing to hide her smile.

"I told you he was restless." Dave replied, glaring at the smirking group. "Besides, it's kind of nice to see that the "Reid effect" doesn't extend to all animals."

"Uh huh, right" Derek snickered.

Chuckling at his blushing friend, Hotch decided to let the man off the hook. "Alright, that's enough." He told the others. "Let's go. We've still got a suspect to question."

"So, who's staying with the kid?" Morgan asked, as they started walking to their vehicle.

"I'll stay with Spence." JJ volunteered, stopping beside the back door of the black truck. "There's not much I can do at the station anyway."

"I'll stay, too" Emily echoed.

Unlocking the doors of the SUV, Hotch climbed into the driver's seat. He started the engine and waited for the others to get in and buckle up. Once everyone was settled, he backed out of the parking space and drove out of the lot. Turning left onto the highway, he headed for the hotel. After they dropped the girls and Spencer at the hotel, they'd drive to the station to question Wasden again. And this time they weren't leaving until they got some answers.