A/N Holy Guacamole! It's chapter 30 already! Crazy huh? Well in the span of 30 chapters I still have yet to gain ownership of criminal minds.

Morgan forgot that Virginia was still a southern state. He had been fooled by living so close to D.C. and the FBI, but at its heart, Virginia was a southern state. Mrs. Caroline Grant reminded him of that fact.

The morning of the home visit began as every other day previously had begun. Fran woke to make her boys some breakfast, Morgan came down began some coffee and fed the dog, and Spencer came running down to good food and company.

"Pancakes!" Spencer cried as he barreled down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Whoa there Turbo, cool your jets" Morgan called out to the over-excited child. Spencer stopped in his tracks, clocked his head to the side and gave the agent a confused look. Morgan laughed, "I just meant slow down Spencer, and we don't run in the house right?"

Spencer nodded a touch of guilt lighting his face, "Yes, sorry."

"It's alright, dear. Why don't you go wash up then take a seat. I'm just about done with breakfast. Derek honey, get him some chocolate milk and finish setting the table please" Fran interrupted.

"Yes Momma"

"Yes Nana Fran"

Came the simultaneous replies. Fran smiled at her boys before turning back to the kitchen, while said boys did as they were told.

Shortly after breakfast, the doorbell rang. Spencer immediately ran to his room, knowing exactly who was at the door. Morgan and Fran watched the boy go before heading to the door.

Moran put on his classic charming smile and opened the door. There stood Mrs. Caroline Grant, Virginia native and Spencer's new caseworker.

"Uh is this the Morgan residence?" Mrs. Grant asked looking slightly confused.

"Yes, hi I'm, Derek Morgan" Morgan greeted the woman, holding his hand out.

"Oh well isn't this a turnaround" she mused bypassing Morgan's hand and walking into the house. "Usually I'm placing one of you with a family." she finished her thought with a small chuckle.

Morgan just stared after her. He was in shock, and Fran was not doing much better. Mrs. Grant, oblivious to their shock turned to Fran, "Now who are you my dear?"

Fran shook herself out of the shock and answered the rude southern woman, "I'm Fran Morgan, Derek's mother."

"Oh well then you must know all about this process then" Mrs. Grant replied.

"Excuse me?" Fran asked in disbelief.

"The adoption, my dear. You've been through this before, granted I assume it was years ago, but some things never change" Mrs. Grant explained.

This snapped Morgan back to the present, "Oh um no I'm not adopted. My-" he began but Fran interrupted.

"My husband, Derek's father and I had not only him but his two sisters as well. Now if you don't mind me I'm going to check on Spencer" Fran spat out through gritted teeth. She gave her son a look of outrage before she left the room.

"Hmm, I see" Mrs. Grant mused, "Well that is certainly interesting."

Morgan was reeling. He could not believe this woman was serious, that someone like her could actually work for the government, for his government.

The rest of the visit was similar to the introductions. Mrs. Grant's careless and prejudicial comments raised both Morgan and Fran's anger to new heights. Spencer could sense the hostility and it frightened him. He could feel the anger rolling off his new father; it was the same anger he felt off of William quite often.

"Well I've seen the home, and the boy's room. I just have a few more questions and then we will be done" Mrs. Grant spoke up. The family had made their way to living room, and was sitting on the couch, Clooney perched at their feet, while Mrs. Grant claimed one of the armchairs. She sat upon the chair like a true southern belle, perched with ankles crossed. "Now in my records I have that the boy's intelligence was tested?"

"Yes, Spencer tested as highly intelligent." Morgan responded emphasizing Spencer's name. He was getting very frustrated that she has only referred to Spencer as "the boy." Spencer shifted next to Morgan, sensing his increased anger. Morgan gave Spencer a reassuring one armed hug and a smile, "He's very special."

"Yes, yes. Now are you sure you can handle his educational needs?" Mrs. Grant asked.

Morgan took a deep breath before replying, "Yes, I have a private tutor set up, and-"

"Can you afford that?" Mrs. Grant interrupted. Morgan was seething. How dare this woman insinuate that he could not afford to take care of his son. She had done nothing but belittle him all morning and this was the last straw, and he was just about to tell her that.

"Uncle Dave is, Mrs. Grant" a small voice spoke up. Morgan's anger immediately drained. Both he and Fran watched as Spencer continued speaking, "See Mr. Rossi, my new Uncle Dave, is a brilliant writer and has money. He's paying for my education. Mr. Rossi works with Daddy at the FBI. They are part of the elite team that helps people all over the country. They helped me. Now I like this family. They are small and unconventionally but they are good and your prejudicial and racist biases are not welcomed any longer. I have read through the Virginia State Foster Care requirements as well as other information."

Spencer took a small breath letting the information sink in. Morgan watched his son in admiration, though he still spoke in a voice barely above a whisper and it trembled slightly. Mrs. Grant looked shocked and outraged that the child dare speak to her like that.

"Now listen here," she began before Spencer interrupted her.

"Excuse me ma'am. I'm sorry to interrupt but I wasn't finished. Your department only has four general requirements. The guardian's home must have ample space for the child and their belongings with simple fire and safely rules. The guardian must also be physically and emotionally capable of caring for a child with no debilitating medical problems or any history of substance abuse. The guardian then needs to have a clean criminal record, and finally the guardian needs an income high enough to provide for their own family without relying on the reimbursement offered. Now can you tell me which of these four my Daddy has failed? Which of these four has Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan of the FBI has failed?"

Mrs. Grant was speechless, completely silent for the first time that morning. Spencer gave a satisfied smile leaned back into Morgan.

"Now Mrs. Grant, my new grandmother will now so you out, while my Daddy calls his boss who also happened to be a lawyer. By this time next week you will be out of a job and I will still be here, happy in my new life as the son of Derek Morgan." Spencer finished. The soft whisper may have even added additional power to his words.

Mrs. Grant looked like a fish, opening and closing her mouth gaping at Spencer. She then turned her attention to Fran who stood up and motioned to the front door. "You heard my grandson. Out. Now."

Once Mrs. Grant had left the home and the front door shut, Spencer launched himself into the arms of his father. He was sobbing, the emotion from the morning finally catching up on him. Scraps of words and phrases left him mouth without control.

"Don't leave… bad boy… you were mad…so mad….sorry….sorry….bad boy… so sorry…"

Morgan immediately moved to comfort his son, whispering words of reassurance and praise. Rocking Spencer in his arms, he may have left a few of his own tears fall.

"Hush, baby boy…You are so good…No one is leaving…Hush, shh…Everything is alright…."

Eventually Spencer cried himself to sleep. Morgan cradled the sleeping child to his chest, finally realizing his mother was still in the room.

"Momma" he croaked out in a hurt whisper.

"I know baby. It hurts when your baby hurts" Fran replied touching her son's arm. Morgan then noticed the tear tracks down her face.

"Hurts yes, but damn that woman. She will seriously regret this day. Here please take Spencer up to his room. I need to call Hotch and Garcia and then take a long ass run with Clooney. I need to calm down. I mean- damn! Spencer could feel my anger. I just need to calm down for him before he wakes up. Okay?" Morgan explained in a whisper, handing off Spencer to Fran.

"Yes dear. I understand. I'm angry as well. Oh for the life of me I can't understand how ignorant people can still be." Fran cried out in a harsh whisper, Careful not to wake the sleeping child now in her arms.

Morgan nodded in understanding at his mother before pulling out his phone. Ignoring the many missed calls and unanswered texts he called Hotch.

A/N So did you like it? I loved writing badass Spencer. :)