Disclaimer: Criminal Minds and all its characters belong to CBS. I own nothing. Disney World is not mine either. Nothing you recognize is mine.
AN- I know it's short but I wanted to get something out for you. And this seemed like a good place to stop.
Previously on Criminal Minds- "It's beyond cute!" Garcia exclaimed, grinning as an idea struck her. "And I know just what to do with it!" Picking up her bag, she scurried towards the exit. She had an important job to do.
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Rossi glanced up from the book he was reading as Hotch shuffled through the living room heading for the kitchen. "Have a nice nap, Aaron?" he teased.
"Cute, Dave," Hotch dryly stated as he walked back into the room with a cup of coffee in his hand. Taking a seat beside the veteran profiler, he sighed. "Reid was having a nightmare about Tobias. When I couldn't wake him up or calm him down, I picked him up and laid down with him. I used to do that with Jack whenever he woke up crying. It never failed. He always dropped right back to sleep as soon as he was in my arms."
"So did it work with Reid?" Rossi asked.
"Like a charm" Hotch replied with a smile. "He quieted down after just a few minutes. I only planned on lying there with him for a little while to make sure he would be able to sleep peacefully. I didn't mean to fall asleep."
"Don't worry about it, Aaron." Rossi told his friend. Hearing the front door open, he turned to see the ladies and Morgan strolling into the house carrying several large shopping bags. "Good grief! What'd you do? Buy out the whole store?"
"Almost" Morgan grumbled, tugging a box through the doorway. "If you hadn't sent that picture, they probably would have."
"Picture? What picture?" Hotch questioned.
"Why, this one of course!" Penelope exclaimed, handing her boss the newly framed photograph. "I had it printed out and framed for you. I made one for Reid, too but I think I better hold on to it for a while. I'm not so sure he'd appreciate it right now."
Aaron gazed down at the photo of himself and Reid and smiled. "Thank you, Garcia" he said around the lump in his throat. Walking over to the counter between the kitchen and the living room, the BAU leader carefully set it down angling the frame so it could be seen from the couch. Hearing a muffled thud followed by a yelp, he spun around and hurried towards the bedroom. "I better go see about Reid." He told the others. Stopping at the doorway, he glanced back. "Oh, and Dave, watch your back."
"Bring it on!" Rossi challenged.
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Hotch walked into the bedroom and closed the door. Seeing the toddler limping around the bed, he rushed over and scooped the boy up. "What do you think you're doing, Spencer? You know you aren't supposed to put any weight on that ankle." He scolded.
"I have to go to the bafroom." Reid explained as he tried to wiggle out of his boss's grasp.
"Well, let's go then" Aaron replied. Adjusting his grip on the squirming boy, he started for the adjoining room.
"No! I don't need youw help! I tan do it by myself." Spencer protested.
"Sorry Reid, but that's just not possible right now. You're not big enough to even get on the toilet." Hotch pointed out as he walked into the bathroom and over to the toilet.
"But, but…"
"It's okay, Spencer. I have a young son, remember? I guarantee you don't have anything I haven't seen before." Hotch assured the youngster.
"Hotch!" Reid hollered as a blush crept over his face. "You'we not helping!"
Sighing, Aaron gingerly set the toddler on the floor and knelt down in front of him. "Look, you're going to have to accept the fact that you'll need help with certain things until you're big again. And this just happens to be one of those things."
"I know" Reid glumly replied, looking down at his feet. "But…"
"Reid, I know this is hard for you. But it's going to be okay." Aaron comforted. "Now, will you let me help?" Getting a slight nod, the father smiled. "Good man" He swiftly lowered the toddler's pants and set him on the potty. "I'm going to go in the other room now so you can have some privacy. Call me when you're ready to get down."
"Yes sir" Reid sullenly responded. He waited for Hotch to leave the room and then quickly did his business. Deciding he didn't need help getting down, the toddler slowly slid off the porcelain throne, biting his lip to keep from groaning as his ankle protested the move. He reached down and pulled his pants up before limping over and flushing the toilet. He was halfway to the sink when a very unhappy Hotch appeared in the doorway.
"Spencer Reid, what did I tell you?" Hotch growled, landing a hard swat to the toddler's behind before picking him up.
"You, you" Reid stammered, staring wide eyed at the man in front of him. "You panted me again!"
"Yes, I did. And I have half a mind to turn you over my knee and give you the full treatment." Aaron angrily informed his charge. "You deliberately disobeyed me."
"I'm, I'm sow-wy" Spencer cried, angrily swiping at the tears rolling down his face. He really hated the way his tiny body leaked all the time. "I jut wanted to, to do it myself."
"I know you did, Reid" Hotch softly replied as he starting rubbing the boy's back. "But you can't right now. When your ankle heals, then you'll be able to go to the bathroom by yourself. But until it's healed, you're going to have to let us help you. Understand?"
"Yes sir" Reid sniffed.
"Good, because next time I won't hesitate to turn you over my knee and give you a real spanking" Aaron warned.
Spencer gulped. "I won't do it again." he promised.
"I hope not." Hotch replied. He wiped the toddler's face with a wet wash cloth and then helped him wash his hands. Tossing the wet cloth in the sink, the young man carried the little boy out in the living room where the rest of the team was waiting.
"Bout time" Morgan muttered as he stood and walked towards the two. Noticing the toddler's red eyes and sniffles, he worriedly glanced at Hotch. "He okay?"
"Reid's fine" Hotch stated, letting the younger man know to drop it with a look.
"Okay, in that case let's go to the park!" Derek said.
Wait!" Garcia hollered. "We can't go yet. We have to change into our new shirts first."
"New shirts?" Rossi apprehensively asked.
"Yeah, there's this wonderful store in the marketplace that lets you make your own shirts."Penelope explained as she dug through her bags. "So, I made shirts for everybody." Pulling a baby blue shirt out of one of the bags, she handed it to Rossi. "Here, this is yours."
Rossi gazed at the long sleeved t-shirt covered in Disney characters in disgust. "Spencer's 'ohana? What's 'ohana?"
JJ smiled. "'Ohana means family."
"Family means no one gets left behind. Or forgotten." Aaron finished. Feeling six sets of eyes on him, he shrugged. "Lilo and Stitch is one of Jack's favorite movies."
"Oookay" Rossi mumbled as he walked over to the younger man. He held the blue shirt up for Hotch to see. "I don't really have to wear this, do I?"
"If I'm wearing one, you are too, Dave." Hotch declared. Taking his and Reid's shirts from Garcia, the BAU leader headed for the bedroom to change, grinning at the expression of horror on Rossi's face.
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Coming back into the living room a few minutes later, Hotch was surprised to see a stroller parked by the front door. "I thought we were just going to rent one of those." He said.
"We were." Morgan replied, taking Reid from his boss. "But then we heard from a couple of mothers that the strollers are always gone a few hours after the park opens. So we decided to go ahead and buy one. We were going to have to get Reid one anyway since the kid is going to be a umm, kid for the next few months." He settled Reid in the stroller before going over to the counter. Putting an object behind his back, the profiler walked back to the toddler. "We stopped by another store and got you something good to drink, too youngster."
"Toffee?" Reid hopefully said.
"No, but it's almost as good as coffee." Derek replied, bringing his hands out from behind him and showing the boy a strangely decorated cup. "How does a Coke Icee sound?"
"An Icee? Cool! Fants, Mowgan!" Spencer squeaked, taking the cup from his friend. He studied it for a moment before asking, "Why does the tup have blue feet and ears?"
"It's a Stitch cup, sweetie" Garcia supplied, walking up beside the stroller. "The feet come right off, see? And you can take it in the park with you because without the feet it fits in the cup holder on your stroller."
Reid struggled with the top on the straw for a few moments before finally managing to pop it off and take a sip of his drink. "Mmmm, fis is gweat!" He proclaimed.
"Alright, now that Little Bit is taken care of, are we ready to head for the park?" Dave asked as he walked back into the room, his suit jacket concealing the blue shirt.
"Sure, we just need to get our jackets on the way out the door." JJ answered. "It may be warm now but once the sun starts going down, the temperature's going to drop."
The group of profilers grabbed their light weight jackets and key cards and left the tree house. They made the short walk to the bus stop area, arriving just as one of the buses pulled in.
"That's our bus!" Morgan told the team. He picked up Reid and handed him off to Garcia before folding up the stroller and carrying it onto the long, white bus. Choosing seats in the back once more, Derek and the others listened to the bus driver as he rattled off the number of hotel rooms inside Disney and how many years it would take someone to spend a night in each room.
After what felt like mere minutes, the bus stopped in front of a tiny green building. The team thanked the bus driver and stepped off the bus into the bright sunshine. Once on the walkway, the men swiftly unfolded the stroller and settled Reid inside. The team then made their way to the park entrance.
Staring at the water tower with the Mickey Mouse ears, Reid frowned. "Fis isn't the same pace." he pointed out.
"I know, but there's a couple of things in this park, you are gonna love." Derek said, getting his ticket out of his pocket. "Besides, we have dinner reservations at a restaurant here later this evening." He put his ticket into the machine, scanned his first finger, and then went through the turnstile. The handsome profiler waited for the others to make it through and then took charge. He led the way up the street, past a giant sorcerer's hat and a replica of Mann's Chinese theater, and onto a shaded path.
Reid gazed around at the different buildings from the comfort of his stroller. The only places he'd seen so far were stores and restaurants. He didn't see anything he might even remotely en…his breath caught as they rounded a corner. "Fat's, fat's the Ewot village!" he gasped, pointing to the thatched huts and wooden bridges connecting several giant tree trunks, looming ahead of them. "And loot ovew fewe! It's a weal At-At!"
"Welcome to Star Tours young Jedi" Garcia said as she scooped the toddler up. "Are you ready to fly to a galaxy far, far away?"
"It's a wide?" Reid exclaimed. "Fis is going to be awesome!"
"If you get to ride" JJ muttered, glaring at the height requirement sign. Knowing how much her friend loved Star Wars, she crossed her fingers as Garcia stood him up in front of the sign. Seeing the top of the toddler's head bump the bottom of the dreaded sign, she let out a relieved breath.
Picking up Reid once more, Penelope walked under the enormous At-At and into the bunker type building. She clacked across the metal floor and around several bends.
"Fat's W2-D2 on fat X-wing fightew!" Spencer enthusiastically hollered. "And fewe's C-PO!"
Chuckling as the boy in her arms squeed over the various Star Wars characters on either side of their path she continued through the dimly lit maze. She didn't think she'd ever seen Spencer as excited as he was now. By the time they made it to the front of the line, he was practically vibrating. After telling the attendant how many were in their party, the tech analyst hurried over to their assigned line.
The team watched the short video as they waited for their turn on the ride. Once the doors opened, they went through the narrow doorway and onto the motion simulator. Taking their seats, they quickly fastened their seat belts and readied for a great ride.
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"Fat was awesome!" Spencer excitedly declared. "Tan we do fat again?"
"Sure, why not" Hotch replied as they walked down the ramp and into the gift shop.
"You guys go ahead. I'm just gonna wait here." Rossi told the rest of the team.
"What's a matter, Dave? I thought you enjoyed flying." Hotch teased, eliciting chuckles from JJ and Emily.
"I've got nothing against flying when you've got a competent pilot." Rossi grumbled. "That robot drives worse than Reid."
Snickering at the comparison, Hotch nodded. "Alright, you stay here and shop. We'll come find you after the ride."
"Thanks, Aaron" Dave said before walking off to find a quiet place to wait. Hearing someone call his name, he turned to see Garcia headed his way. "Don't tell me you're staying, too?" he asked.
"No way, Jose! I'm not missing the ride!" Penelope scoffed. "I just wanted to ask you a favor first."
"Ask away" Rossi said, leaning back against the wall.
"Well, I was wondering if you would…" Taking a step closer, the tech analyst whispered her request in the old profiler's ear.
"I'll be glad to do that for you, Garcia." Dave told the young lady. Taking her money, he strolled in the direction she'd shown him. He shook his head as he looked at the item the tech analyst had mentioned. Reid was definitely going to be one spoiled kid by the time this was all over.
AN- We really had a bus driver tell us about the number of hotel rooms and how long it would take if you spent one night in each room. I don't remember the exact number of years, but I do remember thinking I probably wouldn't live long enough to complete that task.(and I was about 20 years younger then)