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AN- I've got 1 more little Spencer story for you: FBI's Most Youngest by Darkus Starlara.

A few others were PM'ed to me but they were either extremely Reid lite or like Matt, Spencer's character was shoved to the side in favor of other young profilers.

The book Hotch reads is "Goodnight Little One" by Margaret Wise Brown.

Previously on Criminal Minds- In an unusually childish display, the tiny profiler stuck his fingers in his ears and stuck his tongue out at his father figure. Seeing Hotch reach for him again, he shrieked and raced out of the room.

Surprise! Surprise!

Prize in hand Spencer ran down the short hallway. He slowed as he reached the end of the corridor. Putting his hands in his pants pockets in an attempt to act casual, he speed walked through the main part of the station. He nodded to the couple of officers that glanced his way before increasing his speed and hurrying to the hall on the opposite side of the room. Upon reaching his destination, the littlest profiler stopped and looked over his shoulder. Seeing his boss marching towards him, Spencer gave him a smug smile and then turned and ran smack into a pair of blue jean clad legs. Reid fell back, landing on his behind with a pained yelp.

"Sorry, I didn't see…oh it's you." Officer Ramiro sourly stated as he stared at the agent sitting at his feet.

"Sowwy" Spencer apologized.

"For running into me or destroying my friend's family?" Joe growled.

"I, ummm"

"What's going on here?" Hotch demanded as he and Rossi walked up on the scene.

The expression on the BAU leader's face had Officer Ramiro taking a step back from the boy on the floor. "Nothing" he replied. "Agent Reid and…"

"That's Dr. Reid" Dave corrected.

Joe barely managed to stop the eye roll. "Dr. Reid and I merely ran into each other." He informed the older profilers.

"Reid?"

"He's telling the twuf(truth) Hotch." Spencer said as he stood and brushed off his pants. "I looted bat for a minute so I didn't see him."

"See?" Officer Ramiro huffed. "Now if you gentlemen will excuse me, I have better things to do than stand and chat with a group of home wreakers."

"Now just a minute!" Rossi snarled. "We did not…"

"Is everything alright here?" Sheriff Johns inquired as he strode up behind his policeman.

"Sheriff, I'm glad you joined us." Hotch greeted. "There's something I need to discuss with you before we leave."

Officer Ramiro glanced worriedly at the head agent for a moment. Something told him that whatever the fed was about to say wasn't good and that he didn't want to be around when it hit the fan. Sidestepping the profilers, Joe tossed out the first excuse he could think of to leave. "I'll just be going now. You don't need me hanging around while you talk."

"On the contrary, I'd like for you to stay. You should be present." Aaron countered.

Sheriff Johns frowned at that comment. "Just what is it you think you have to say to me and my man?" he questioned.

"Due to the relationship between Ms. Pringle and certain members of the police force" Aaron paused and looked squarely at Ramiro. "I wanted to make it clear that there is to be no retaliation against the juvenile Matt, the foster family that took him in, or his social worker. Any inappropriate encounters or citations will be flagged and I will personally see to it that the officer or officers involved will be dismissed from the job.

"That's crap!" Joe shouted, garnering the attention of several officers working nearby. "You expect us to ignore lawbreakers just because they were part of a case of yours?!"

The heated look Hotch gave the enraged cop should have fried the man where he stood. "I expect you to do your job fairly and impartially." He growled. "If there's so much as a hint of impropriety, the officers in question will be immediately suspended. Am I clear?"

"You can't…"

"Shut up, Joe" Sheriff Johns ground out. Turning to Hotch, he extended his hand. "Agent Hotchner, you have my word that there will be no retaliation or revenge on our part. I'll personally see to that."

"Thank you" Aaron replied, shaking the man's hand.

Officer Ramiro grumbled under his breath as he watched his boss cozy up to the fed. Wanting to be as far away as possible, he cleared his throat and asked, "Can I go now?"

The sheriff nodded. "Go ahead."

Letting out a breath, Joe headed around the profilers. He stopped when Rossi stepped into his path. "Something I can do for you?" he huffed.

"Yeah" Dave responded. "You can answer one question for me." The senior profiler waited for the officer to look at him before saying, "If you had known your wife was planning to commit suicide, would anything have been able to pull you away from her side?" Rossi watched the myriad of emotions flash over the cop's face before nodding. "That's what I thought." With that, he turned and walked away, taking the littlest agent with him.

Officer Ramiro shuffled away, his brow still furrowed in thought.

Hotch looked at the Sheriff and nodded. "We have to be going now. It's been a rough week and we still have a long flight ahead of us. Thank you again for all your help, Sheriff Johns."

"Thanks for coming. I would've had a big mess on my hands if you hadn't taken over." The sheriff replied. "And don't worry about the boy and his new family. I'll see to it that nothing untoward happens to them."

"I appreciate that." Aaron said.

Hearing the door to the station bang open and a loud obnoxious voice shout a string of swear words, Sheriff Johns groaned. "Crap! Not old man Jones again", he grumbled, swiping a hand down his face. "Guess I better go herd him in the back before he does something we'll all regret. Have a good flight home, Agent Hotchner and thanks again."

"Goodbye Sheriff" Hotch muttered, stifling a snicker as Mr. Jones let loose another round of cursing. Shaking his head, the profiler turned and sauntered down the hall to their latest headquarters. Aaron raised an eyebrow as he took in the giggling group huddled together in the middle of the room. "What's so interesting?" he questioned, smiling when the rest of the team jumped.

"Nothing sir" Prentiss replied, stealthily handing the cell phone back to Rossi who pocketed it.

"Now why don't I believe that?" Aaron queried. He glanced at each of the miscreants in turn and then shook his head.

"We wewe jut, jut" Spencer stammered as he struggled for a believable story. His stomach chose that moment to loudly growl making the boy blush. "jut distussing whewe to eat."

"Umm hmmm, sure" Aaron said, ruffling the little boy's hair. Leaning down, he whispered, "Just remember you're not the only one with pictures."

"Got it" Spencer squeaked.

Hotch smiled as the tiny agent's stomach rumbled loudly once more. "Come on. Let's go get something to eat before hunger turns Dr. Reid into the Cookie Monster."

"Tooties! We'we having tooties?!" Spencer excitedly hollered, bouncing up and down.

"Uh oh, now you've done it." Emily snickered. She patted her friend's arm as she walked by on her way to the door. "Good luck with your handful."

Aaron winced. He hadn't thought about that. He could tell the boy no; that it was too late to eat such a sugary treat. One look at the youngster's twinkling eyes and megawatt grin nixed that idea however. There was no way he could say no to that face especially after everything Spencer had revealed about his childhood earlier. Sighing, Hotch resigned himself to a very long night.

CW

JJ chuckled as she watched the BAU's resident genius crawling on the floor of the jet while pushing a friction powered car. The little guy was still going a mile a minute and it didn't look like he'd be crashing anytime soon. She doubted if Hotch would get any…the media liaison plucked her cell out of her purse and flipped it open. "Hello…hi Honey!...we just got on the plane. The captain said we should be cleared for take-off in thirty minutes or less…I know. Me, too. Did Henry get to sleep alright?...Good…Yeah, hopefully we won't catch any more cases until after Thanksgiving…No, he's still awake…Sure, hang on a minute." JJ placed a hand over her cell and called, "Spencer! Will wants to talk to you."

Abandoning his new toy, Reid dashed over to his friend and took her cell. "Hi Will" he greeted.

"Hey there Reid" Will replied. "Are you guys headed back yet? I miss having the other half of our airplane. The game's just not as fun without you."

"You lite fat game?" Spencer asked, his tiny brow crinkling in confusion.

"Like it? Kid, that's the highlight of my day." Will answered.

"Weally?" Spencer gasped.

"You bet." Will said.

"But"

"Reid, tell me something. How do you feel when you come to our house and Henry jumps on you?" Will inquired.

"Awesome" Reid responded. "But fat doesn't…oh"

"Yeah" Will muttered. Hearing a whimper from the baby monitor, he sighed. "I've gotta go see about Henry, kid. Get some sleep and I'll see you in the morning, okay?"

"Otay" Spencer agreed.

"Oh and Reid, check the front pocket of your bag. I put something special in it for you." Will told the youngster.

"Fants Will" Spencer replied. "I will. Night Will." He flipped the cell closed and handed it back to JJ before racing over to the cabinet where his go bag was stashed. After throwing open the wooden door, the tiny boy yanked the zipper on the front of his bag down. Reaching into the pocket, Reid pulled out a tall, hardback children's book. He gazed at the nighttime scene on the cover as he shuffled over his father figures. The youngster climbed into Hotch's lap and held out his prize. "Hotch, will you wead fis to me?" he asked.

"Of course I will." Aaron answered. He took the offered book, snuggled Spencer into his chest, and began to read. "Goodnight Little One"

CM

Several hours later a weary BAU team trudged through the glass doors and into their bullpen.

"About time you guys got here" Morgan groused from his spot at the bottom of the metal staircase with an anxious Garcia.

"Mowgan!" Spencer shouted. Releasing his hold on Hotch's pants' leg, the boy toddled over to his best friend. "Awe you feeling bettew?"

"I'm fine, Pretty Boy" Derek assured his friend. "Or I will be as soon as we find out what this called meeting is about."

"It is highly unusual to be called in for a conference with the director in the middle of the night." Dave observed. "In fact, if memory serves, it's never happened before."

"You're right about that." JJ said.

Catching Spencer knuckling his eyes, Hotch started up the stairs. "Let's go people." He ordered. "The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can go home and get some sleep."

Nodding, the team followed their leader up the stairs and across the catwalk to the conference room. They swiftly filed in, took their seats around the table, and stared at the director who was quietly sitting at one end.

John waited for the group to get comfortable and then glanced around at the elite team. His expression softened a little as his gaze settled on the youngest profiler. "Agent Reid, come here, please" he ordered, gesturing to the spot in front of his chair.

Swallowing hard, Spencer glanced over at Hotch before slowly sliding off his chair and nervously going over to the director. He stopped a few inches from the man. "Y-yes siw?" he stammered.

Without warning, John leaned down, scooped the little boy up, and settled him on his lap.