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"He's everything you want,

He's everything you need,

He's everything inside of you that you wish you could be,

He says all the right things, at exactly the right time,

But he—"

"—Hello. . . ?" Spencer spoke groggily into the receiver of his cell phone. He rubbed a hand over his face and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He listened carefully as JJ told him about the women who had been dropped by the side of the road.

"Yeah, JJ, I'll be in as soon as I can," He stood up, glancing at the clock whose glaring red letters read 7:23am. He went to look in the cradle, before a knock sounded from the door. Spencer looked up as Hotch came in the door.

"I'm having you stay behind. I'm assuming you'd rather the team didn't know, just yet? I'll tell them the last case was stressful on your knee; you can stay with Garcia. I'm off to drop Jack with Jess, just head over to the BAU when you're ready," Hotch handed him a diaper bag and car seat and then took off, leaving Spencer no room to argue.

Spencer moved around the room, changing clothes before changing Ben. He put diapers in the bag, also finding baby wipes, baby powder, and twelve bottles of formula. It struck Spencer that Hotch must have been awake for a while if he had time to prepare this. He strapped Ben into the car seat, picking it and the diaper bag up, and going to the car. He put the car seat in the back and got in himself. He turned on the ignition, looking up when his phone buzzed.

New Message From:

Hotch

He opened the text, which read:

Wheels up

Smiling at the clear signal that it was safe in the bullpen, Spencer backed out of the driveway and headed to the BAU. Spencer stood nervously outside Garcia's lair. He had to go in sometime, if he wanted to help with the case. So, he took a steadying breath, and knocked on the door with the hand not holding Ben's car seat.

"Enter. . ." Garcia's sinister voice sounded from within. Spencer gulped and pushed the door open to reveal Garcia, in all her purple-lipped glory, staring him down, fingers poised together like a villain waiting for the princess to stumble into its lair. Why Spencer was equating himself with a princess, he'd never know. His musings were interrupted by Garcia's squeal of delight. She lunged out of her chair, kneeling in front of the car seat.

"Reid! He's so cute! What's his name? Can I hold him?" Garcia looked up at him pleadingly.

"Er, sure? His name's Ben." He watched awkwardly as Garcia unstrapped Ben, who had woken up at the sound of her squealing. He blinked up at her for a minute, before his eyes welled with tears, and he began to howl. Garcia looked startled for a minute, then handed the wailing infant to Spencer, who had dropped the diaper bag and car seat on the floor. He held the baby close to his chest, swaying slightly and whispering to him. Not long after entering Spencer's embrace did the sobs subside. Ben hiccoughed twice before gurgling and reaching for Spencer's face with chubby fingers.

"There now, that's better. What's gotten into you? Garcia's not a bad-guy! Sorry, Garcia, I didn't expect him to be like that," He offered Garcia an apologetic smile. She grinned back at him and waved it off.

"Nonsense! Lil' peanut's just partial to his daddy, is all! No harm done!"

Spencer frowned.

"But he had no problem with Hotch," Garcia's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

"Hotch held him! When did Hotch have a chance to hold him?" She questioned eagerly. Spencer sighed and sat in the chair Garcia wasn't currently occupying.

"I stayed over his place last night," He stated wearily. Garcia's gasp of delight alerted him to what he'd just said. He quickly attempted to make amends.

"No! No, not—no, Garcia! I was flipping out, 'cause I had this baby, and I don't know what to do with a baby! So I went to Hotch for help! And we were up all night looking for baby clothes in his attic, and he showed me how to change a diaper, and I got peed on, and then it was late, so he lent me some pajamas, and I slept in the guest bedroom—and dammit stop smirking!" Garcia's smirk only widened at the flushing, glaring, rambling boy-genius in front of her.

"Why didn't you go to JJ's? She has a baby," Spencer spluttered for a minute, Garcia reveling in his discomfort.

"Because—because the letter! The letter said 'my regards to Agent Hotchner'!" He then thrust the letter triumphantly in her face. She read it over, a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raising with each line. She looked up when she finished, smiling at the sight of Spencer rocking the car seat with his foot, Ben sleeping soundly in it.

"Well, that's quite a predicament you've got there," She said quietly, handing the letter back to him. Spencer rolled his eyes.

"Tell me about it. But Garcia, can you not tell anyone about this just yet? I wanna be a little more used to it before the team knows," Garcia smiled and saluted him.

"Your secret's safe with me, Junior G-man," She told him fondly. He grinned a little at the nickname, but winced slightly at the shrill ring of the telephone. Garcia rolled back over to her screens and hit the answer button on her phone. She huffed into the receiver.

"You guys have terrible timing! Me and Reid were getting down and dirty, and now you've ruined the moment!" She glanced back at Spencer.

"Garcia! We were not! Don't spread lies!" He exclaimed, scandalized. A deep chuckle sounded from the phone in the corner, and Spencer realized Garcia had put the phone on speaker.

"You guys do realize. . . Hotch just chuckled," JJ's voice drifted through the receiver.

"I guess he does have a sense of humor," Morgan said amusedly.

"You'd be surprised," Rossi chortled.

"Enough about my sense of humor! Garcia, I need you to look something up for me," Hotch's commanding tones made Spencer relax a little. The boss voice was normal, it was safe. He listened quietly to Hotch and Garcia go back and forth for a minute, lulled by Hotch's low tones. Garcia glanced back at the sleeping Spencer, smiling softly.

"Garcia. . . ?" Hotch asked, slightly impatiently.

"Sorry, sir—the files are coming your way," She whispered.

". . . Why are you whispering?"

"Reid's asleep, sir. It seems he had a late night," She smirked at the end of her sentence. A sigh resonated around the room.

"Good, I don't think he's been getting much sleep at all recently. How're. . . Er, things? How's his, uh, knee?" Hotch winced at how awkward his voice sounded, pointedly ignoring the weird looks Morgan and Prentiss were giving him. He could hear the sly smile in Garcia's voice when she answered.

"Things are fine. The way he favors his knee is the cutest thing. He's resting it right now, but when he first came in, I tried to touch it and it spasmed. It was amazing how fast he calmed it down. You have nothing to worry about, sir! Both Reid and Reid's knee are fine. Garcia—out," there was a click and the dial tone reigned as the line went dead. Hotch looked up at his team, recoiling slightly at all the looks he was receiving.

"Since when do you make a point of checking up on Reid?" Morgan eyed him skeptically. Hotch shrugged.

"I don't know! Does it really matter?"

Morgan glanced at the rest of the team.

"Yes," they all said in unison. He sighed.

"Look, it shouldn't make a difference to you guys whether or not I check up on Reid. I'd appreciate it if the unnecessary inferences would stop. We have a killer to catch, you don't need to distract yourselves by profiling me. So, unless you have something to tell me relating to the case, then get back to work," He looked pointedly at Morgan, who looked like he might protest, and then stalked off to get some coffee.

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