It was fantastic to look around the table and see the faces of their family. Absolutely fantastic. Spencer couldn't seem to stop himself from looking around at them all, drinking in their faces, enjoying their smiles and laughter. He swore he could practically feel the love around him. He was content to sit in the chair and look at everyone. But they wanted to hear the story and so that was what he was going to give them. "Do you guys know at all what it is that we were doing?" He asked the room. When everyone but Aaron shook their head no, Spencer nodded and prepared to start from the beginning. "Strauss recommended me for placement in an undercover assignment with the Genus cult. Up to that moment, no agent had been able to make it inside. Each time they tried, he knew even before the initial interview that they were agents. So they wanted to send in profilers, hoping we'd be able to better read him and deceive him as well as better be able to gain the necessary information once inside."

"That was our job." Morgan added in as he took the coffee carafe that Garcia had started to pass around. He poured some in his mug before pouring some in Spencer's and then passing it over to Ashley, who was on Spencer's other side. "They suspected Ashton, the leader of Genus, of quite a few nasty things, but they couldn't prove anything. One of the biggest ones they suspected was human trafficking. Selling babies, children."

Once Morgan finished putting the sugar in his coffee for him, Spencer leaned forward and picked up the cup. "They wanted me there because Ashton is an intelligent man who respects intelligence and they wanted someone that could keep up with him, so to speak. Also, my memory allowed me to view documents and the like without having to write things down to remember them for my reports. And it also makes me an idea witness in court. They didn't want to send me in alone on the off chance there was trouble, so they sent Morgan with me."

"Naturally." Emily teased them. "Since Morgan's made it his life's effort to keep you out of trouble. Well, more than the rest of us, at least."

Humor brightened Spencer's eyes while embarrassment stained his cheeks. He ignored that and continued on with his story. "The Genus lives on a commune, though some members do live and work inside the city. They aren't a religious or racial cult, but one that proclaims they are all for free will. That they will not judge anyone for color, sexuality, looks, beliefs, or gender. They offer to take in the misfits, the freaks of the world, and provide them with a loving environment. A sanctuary without any of the judgments of modern society."

"Easy way to get people." Dave said. He shook his head and took a drink of his coffee. "People are always dying to be accepted somewhere. What he was offering probably sounded like heaven to some kids out there."

"Well, to get in, we needed a story." Morgan took over. He slanted an amused look to Spencer. "Our options were kind of limited on stories, so genius boy over here said that we should make it as close to reality as possible to make it easier to remember. So we kind of took what was already here and just built off it. Instead of Spencer being a quirky genius who's a little shy and awkward, he was Sebastian, a high functioning autistic with high intelligence, and I was his best friend, Jace. We got in with the story that I'd been trying to take care of him but he couldn't work and I couldn't make ends meet and he was getting beaten up for being different. They lapped it up."

At their amused looks, Spencer flushed a little. "It made it easier for me to interact with Ashton as well. All he saw was someone intelligent with a fantastic head for numbers and who was harmless as a kitten. Within a month, I was spending time with him in his office. By three months, he would occasionally leave me alone in there, unsupervised. At four months, he started to make me his accountant, essentially giving me access to his accounts and various transactions which allowed me to pass the numbers along and allow his spending to be tracked as best as possible. I was also given self-defense training so I could go with him to business meetings and not only act as his accountant, but as a private bodyguard no one would suspect."

"And he never knew that the kid was feeding everything he learned out in his reports every week."

"What reason would Pater have for suspecting Sebastian?" Spencer quipped.

Garcia leaned toward Morgan, her hand resting on his arm as if she couldn't resist touching him and reassuring herself that he really was right there and he wasn't going anywhere. "But you guys caught him at something, right? That's why you're finally back home, isn't it?"

With a smile that was just slightly tight at the edges, Morgan looked at her and nodded. "Yep. Ashton Blodgett and others in his little 'group' are up against charges of kidnapping, human trafficking, and any other little charges they can get from that meeting. Ashton is also facing charges for sexual assault of minors."

Spencer shifted in his seat slightly, trying to make himself a little more comfortable. He had to sigh when he realized that no, this wasn't going to wait. With one hand he reached for Morgan's arm, lightly dancing his fingers over the man's forearm in a light touch that immediately drew Morgan's attention. Without hesitation the older man set his cup down and looked at everyone with a smile. "Excuse us a minute, guys. We'll be right back." Then he took hold of Spencer's chair, pulling it back as the young genius rose. Together, the two made their way out of the conference room, not saying a word to each other as they moved through the bullpen and toward their destination.

Finally they reached the door they needed and Morgan stepped inside first, taking a quick look before nodding to Spencer, who smiled and slipped inside. While the young man made his way to one of the bathroom stalls, Morgan took up a stance near the door, just as he'd done many times on the compound over the past seven months. One lesson they'd learned fast was never, ever, go somewhere like the communal bathroom alone. Not every male on the compound was a decent individual. Taking in the 'unwanted' from all over brought in quite a few different types of characters.

They still said nothing as Spencer came out and washed his hands. The silence was comfortable between them, something that was easy. When they were finally finished, they made their way back out together once more, arms brushing together slightly as they walked. It was as they stepped into the bullpen that Spencer's stomach gave a slight rumble, reminding him he hadn't eaten most of the day. He let his arm brush a little closer to Morgan's, quietly telling him "Why don't we go out and get something to eat with everyone before heading home? You're probably as hungry as I am and you know they'll have more questions."

"You think?" Morgan teased him easily. His smile took away any potential sting for the words. "Sounds like a good idea to me, kid, I'm hungry too. And by the time we're done, I'll probably be ready to crash. We'll have to see if someone can drop us off at home; my car's still there so I've got no way to drive anywhere right now."

"I'm sure that won't be that difficult."

As they got close to the top of the ramp, Morgan sighed softly, drawing Spencer's eyes .The older man had a fond look on his face, looking ahead to the conference room. "It really is good to be home, man. Really, really good."

Spencer felt a matching smile curve his lips. "Yes. Yes, it is."

So I know, SUPER short, but hey, it's Christmas, right? I promise after the holiday is over I'll be back to regular updates on this and my other story, so don't you worry! But I'm at my in-laws so I was lucky to get on long enough to write and post this :/ It was only cause I couldn't sleep lol. Well, hope you liked and like I said, give me a few days and I'll be back! Happy Holidays to all of you!