I'm Sorry But Morgan Knocking Reid To The Ground In S1 Ep 6, L.D.S.K. Is Just The Best. Just The

Little Spencer

You know something is wrong when Spencer calls you from a damn payphone. Your first thought is obvious, did he shoot op? And if so, where in all of hell is he. "Can you come get me?" his voice is shaky, with a small hint of desperation "Are you high Spence?" you blurt out, sticking a hand on your hip for stability. "What? no, no I'm not high" you expected him to sound offended, not sad and small. He doesn't ask the question again. "Where are you?" you ask, grabbing your keys off the counter. "Main, down on Ashely, by Reliy's cafe" He gulp's. "I'll come get you, but you better tell me what's going on right know" You demand, slipping on your shoes.

"I, I need you" "What?" You struggle to put your coat on with one arm. He needs you, what does that mean "I, need. I'm feel sm-tired. I just need to be home right now" He stammers. Small, he almost said small. Oh god it's really happening. He's regressing. Just like the therapist suggested he should try to. "Small? Are you feeling small honey?" you ask, trying to hide a smile. "Yes, a little. Will you please come get me?" It's the closest he can get to begging in public without getting some damn sassy side eye. You close the door and slide the key in. "I will, one little thing first. Why are you calling from a payphone and not your cellphone?" You ask, enjoying your own word play. You hurry down the stairs. There's a small noise over the line. A whimper. "It's dead" he admits. "Okay, is the team with you?" You ask, unlocking the car and switching the call to your ear piece and tossing your phone in the glove compartment. "Yes" "I need you to stay with them, i don't want you wandering off and getting hurt. Can you find Morgan?"

"Mogan's not here, he's with Rossi" He says. "Who is there? Who can keep an eye on you until i get there?" You ask, turning out from your housing block. It's a short drive, luckly. Only 6 minutes to get to Ashely down on main. You hope Specer is okay "I don't need a babysitter" He grumbles, most likely crossig his arms. "If you need me to get you, then you might need a babysitter. Now tell me who's there" You demand, turning down the street. "Garcia, and JJ" He says, mostly certainly pouting slightly at this point. "Then go ask Garcia for a hug. Tell her you don't feel well and that I've asked her to keep an eye on you until i get there. Tell her I'm worried sick about you and I'm breaking every traffic law to come get you" You instructs, turning down the last street, only 3 minutes now. There's a giggly excitement in your stomach. Spencer's doing what the therapist told him too, he's finally letting the therapy have effect. "Okay, she's in the store I'm gonna go" Spencer mumbles. "Good, I'll be there in 3 , stay with Pen" You say right before the line cuts out. You heave a sigh of happiness, stepping firmly on the gas.

You park right by the payphone, finding Spencer and Penelope sitting on a bench outside. Spencer's dressed the same way he was yesterday, purple button op with a dark grey vest over it and dark blue jeans. Penelope is of course, fussing over him, asking why he didn't say something sooner. You open your arms for him and he melts into your hold. You give Penelope a thank you, nod before taking Spencer to the car. While you knew he wasn't going to be publicly showing off the fact that he's feeling small, you thougt, or hoped he at least looked a little off. No pun intented. Spencer settles into the passager seat, something you've gotten use to. You squeeze his hand, trying to find some clue to his headspace. He doesn't say a word, only gently squeezing back. You smile, either he's too embarrsed to talk, or he can't. You lean over and buckle him in. "I'm gonna take you home now, okay?" You ask, letting your hand run over his knee for a breif second. "Okay..." he mumbles, voice light and bittle as he lays his folded hands in his lap. "Hey.." you coo, laying a hand over his. "It's okay, tell me what's going on" You ask, letting him pull one hand out from under yours. He curls his hand op his chest. "Are you cold Baby?" You ask. He shakes his head lightly, starting to pout. "What's wrong then?" you coax, powering op the car. Spencer whimpers and you chuckle. "I don't speak whimper code Baby boy" you tease. He whimpers again, wiggling his feet. You glance over, what's he really saying? "What? Baby the only thing i think you might want right now, is to suck your thumb, but i know you don't want that because you find it unsanity" You say, trying not to chuckle. He nods, and you let yourself chuckle as he blushes. "There's baby wipes in the glovebox, clean your fingers, carefully under your nails, then go ahead" You instruct, pulling your hand to yourself. You focus on the road as you hear Spencer open the glovebox and grabbing the packet of wipes. He picks out one and begins to clean his hands. Then he takes another one and cleans under his fingers nails. "Aw, look at you. So smart" You praise, rounding the corner. Spencer puts the wipes back, bitting his lower lip. You catch his look of hesitation. You take a moment to decide if you should press or let him comfort himself about it. "It's okay, no one's gonna see you. It's just you and me" You say, laying a hand on his knee. You hear him whine quietly as he slips his thumb into his mouth. You think it might be a good idea to get a pacifier. It's more satiny, easier to keep clean. And you'd have control of it, you can't take his thumb away, but a pacifier you could. You can force a pacifier into his mouth, his thumb? not so much.

Woah woah woah! you are way too far into undiscussed territory. Dial it back for a second. Pacifiers, undiscussed, no consent given. You're gonna have to ask about that. Forced headspace, undiscussed, no consent given yet. You're gonna have to ask about that too. Any forcing a pacifier or anything into his mouth, not discussed! You finally pull op in front of your appartment block. You glance over to find Spencer half asleep with his thumb firmly in his mouth. You hate to do it, but you reach over and gently take his thumb out from his mouth. He whines a bit but let's you pull it out. "You can continue when we're inside, okay? Because right now, we gotta get you home" You wipe his wet thumb on you shirt and unbuckle his seatbelt. He nods and you get out from the car. He follows you closely op to the appartment, mostly because he can't stray far from you cause you've got an arm around his waist. Which is not something you usualy do, but, you wanted to. You get into the appartment and the second the door is closed, Spencer's sucking his thumb again. You focus, very hard to not chuckle. Because that's wildly insensitive. But maybe that pacifier is a good idea. You brush a hand over his hair. "You doing okay there baby?" You ask sweetly, as you guide him to the couch. He nods and you pet his back gently. He lays down on the couch without much proment, his eyes only half open. It's strange sight, Dr. Spencer Reid laying on your shared couch while sucking his thumb.

For one, you never dreamed you would share a home. Never dreamed you'd get Spencer into therapy. Never dreamed of this. You lay a blanket over him, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Hey, you okay there baby boy?" You knell down in front of him. He's not really reacting to you, so you stoke hos cheek. He leans into your touch. Maybe you should get him into some more comfortble clothes. He shakes his head a bit. "Should i get you into some comfy clothes? Would that help?" You ask, continuing to stoke his cheek. He nods slightly, slipping his thumb out from his mouth. You want to tell him to keep it in his mouth, but you don't wanna push. He wipes his thumb dry on his shirt. "Yeah? okay. What do you say to.......sweats and a hoodie?" You ask, moving your hand to stoke his hair instead. His eyes are still only half open as he shakes his head. "No, okay. What about sweats and a sweatshirt?" You coo, hoping you've struck right with the clothes. He nods, and looks down to his thumb. You smile. "I'll get that for you baby, you just relax and suck your thumb if you want" You encourage. He slips it back in his mouth and wiggles a bit to settle comfortable on the couch. You smile even wider and hurry off to find the promised clothes. Oh, he's relaxing, and he's actually letting you take care of him. This is good. Really good. You find dark grey sweatpants, a black tanktop, and a light grey sweatshirt.

You find Spencer asleep, so you rouse him a bit before helping him sit op. He's still sucking his thumb as you pull the vest off him. It makes it a bit more difficult, but you don't mind. The soft cotton of the vest is a bit worn out and thin in some places. He's wearing it to death. You pull his shirt op from his pants and get to work unbuttoning it. You hear the pop of Spencer pulling his thumb from his mouth. "Mama?" He mutters. "Yeah baby?" You manage to get out in a reasonably coherent voice, or so you hope. Mama. Oh god, you were not expecting that. In any way. This morning he didn't even wanna talk about anything relating to therapy. Now he's calling you Mama. You slide the shirt off his shoulders and down off his arms. "I'm thirsty" he confesses. "Okay" You almost choke. Thirsty. He's thirsty. "I'll get you drink in a minute, what do you want sweetie?" You ask, picking op the tank top and he raises his arms and helps you along with getting it on. You slip the sweatshirt over his head. He shrugs, he's never been good at remreber what's in the fridge. You almost say coffee, but that doesn't feel right. "Apple juice?" You suggest, unbuttoning his pants. He blushes and pulls your hands away. This throws you for a loop. He's okay with you taking your shirt off, but not his pants. You hold out the pants, raising an eyebrow. "Do you wanna you try do it yourself Baby?" You ask, wondering just why it's okay to see him without a shirt, but not okay to see him his boxers. It's not like it'd be the first time.

He takes them from you, nodding. "Okay, you can absolutely do it yourself. Did you want some apple juice?" You ask again, chancing the topic to drinks. He nods and you head to the kitchen. Both to get him that damn juice, and to let yourself have a mini break down. You draw in a deep breath, bracing yourself on the kitchen counter. Juice. Apple juice. You find an old plastic cup you used when you'd broken your wrist and weren't trusted with actual glass glasses. You listen for any rustling. Has he finished changing yet? You draw in another deep breath. Okay, give Spence some juice, then what? What do you do then? it's midday, it's not even close to dinner time. Is it just cuddle time with some Tv? Would that take him out of the headspace? Or would it help? Okay, breathe. Breathe. Give your baby the juice, and let him deicde what he wants to do. You go back to the living room. Surprised that Spencer's not there. "Spence? Baby boo?" You call, setting the juice down on the coffee table. You hear a giggle from under the couch. Oh my. "Oh no!" You cry. "Where's my baby?" You bend down and pick op his clothes and start to fold them. "Oh no, I've lost my little Spencer where could he be?" You lay his folded vest down on the couch. Spencer's clearly hiddning under there, but maybe it's fun. It's gotta be fun. You lay a folded shirt aside, then his folded op jeans. You huff, hands on your hips. "Oh my, where's Mama's baby?" You falsely cry out. Then, Spencer sticks his head out from under the couch, smiling. "Here Mama!" "Oh my, there you are, you scared me" You lean down and pinch his cheek gently. You want to pick him op. But you're not sure you can, or that you'd be allowed to. He looks os cute, so sweet. You reach down and decide to try. If you fail, it'll be a fun mistake.

Spence giggles and laches onto your neck. You get an arm op under his legs, and he wiggles his feet. You smile to yourself, you can total carry him. Even if it's the last thing you do. You lift him op and dump him on the couch. He laughs as he bounces on the couch and your heart melts. You hand him the juice and he grabs it. You settle next to Spencer, watching closely as he finishes the drink in seconds. "Thank you" He sets the empty glass aside. "Your welcome baby" You say. He doesn't say anything for a few minutes, and you just wait. Hoping he'd eventually talk. When you realize he won't, you really wish there was someone there to help you with this. "Do you wanna watch some Tv?" You ask, in a hopefully tone. Spencer begins to pout and shakes his head. "What do you wanna do Baby?" You ask, trying desperately to make him feel happy again. You just want him to feel safe. Spencer shrugs, and quite frankly, you panic. You want to be a good caregiver for him, a good Mama but you've got no clue what you're doing right now. "D-Do you wanna play?" You ask, shifting closer and laying an arm around his shoulders. He pouts properly, violently shaking his head. "Okay, I'm kinda lost here Baby boy, what do you want?" You ask again, gently tugging on him. He turns to you, pouting and almost in tears. Oh no, no no no. No tears. He climbs ono your lap and wraps his arms around your neck. "Hi, hi Baby" You try to not franticly rub his back and give yourself away but you kinda fail. "You're okay Baby" You coax, letting him wrap his legs around you. Spencer rests his head on in the crook of your neck. Is he tired? is that it? "Are you sleepy?" You ask, shifting him slightly.

He nods, and you sigh in relief, petting his back soothingly. "Okay" you say, trying to keep yourself from asking a million questions. Does he want to sleep in your lap? Does he want to lay in bed? Does he need you to cuddle him to sleep? Does he need to lay down on the couch? You're about half way through every posble question when you hear Spencer snorring on your shoulder. Oh, oh. Sleep. He's sleeping. You grab his phone, okay power nap. How long is a normal power nap. What did Spencer say? 10 to 20 minutes, right? Okay, um, 20 minutes. You set a timer. What can do in 20 minutes? Better yet, what can you do with a sleeping Spencer in your lap? You can't do much with a sleeping baby in your lap. Wil the alram wake you too? Yeah, yeah it wil. You close your eyes, you deseve a nap too. You close your eyes.

You wake to a slight tugging, there's no alram blarring. Did you sleep through it? "Mama?" It's Spencer. You blink a few times, trying to open your eyes. "Yeah?" You anwser, shifting and feeling the heavy weigt on you. He leans into your neck, snuggling close the way a cat would. You wrap your arms around him. "Wake op Mama" "I'm awake" You say, pulling his face from your neck and kissing him. "I'm awake Baby" You repeat, squzzing him. He squeals. "Did you have a good nap?" You ask, setting your feet firmly on the floor. He nods, smiling wildly. "Good, good. You hungry?" You get to your feet with Spencer in your arms. "Mama!" He squeals, wrappinng his legs irmly around you. "Mhmm, you hugry Baby?" you ask again, ignoing his squealing. "Ah, mhmm" he half bites into his lower lip. "Yeah, that makes sense it's almost dinner time. And i know exactly what do to make" You say, and you mean it. "I don't get a say?" Spencer half whines, wiggling n your hold. "No, a baby shouldn't have to worry about food. Mama's got it" You coo, setting him down on the kitchen island. Something about his eyes seem different. Maybe it's just the warm kitchen light but you swear his eyes seem more dark. Like you're said something you weren't suppose to. Or that you've said something you should have said hours ago. Which remains unknown as you grab the bag that's been waiting in the fridge since your last therapy appointment. Well, bags. There are 4 in the fridge. Chicken nuggets, fries, and a small mix of veggies. The whole thing can fit in your biggest pan. Oh shoot, what are you gonna eat? Mhmmm.

Oh, make Spencer food, get him to eat while you make yourself something. Yeah, that makes. You pour some oil on the pan, then carefully place the food in different spaces on the pan. Knowing that Spencer's not a fan off food all mixed op. "Mommy?" Comes a small, brittle, voice. You turn in under a second. He's still sitting on the island, pouting slightly. "Yeah?" You answer, nodding. Okay, don't freak out. First Mama, now Mommy. Does that mean something? Don't regressors typically stick to one honorific? Is he just trying it out? Oh god calm down, don't let him see you freak out. He reaches out for you with both arms. You giggle a bit. "Okay" You say, leaving the pan for a moment to hoist him op on your hip. it's not easy to hold him with one arm, but you manage. You need to train your arms, you want to be able to hold him like this without issue. He snuggles into your neck. "Better?" You ask. "Mhmm"

So you have dinner, but you spend every second worrying he's gonna hurt himself with the fork. You decide you need child utensils, and a child plate. Oh god, you need a list. Garcia will help, right? she loves to shop. You will need to explain, and that's if Spencer's okay with you talking to her about it. "Mommy?" he asks from you chest. You've settled on the couch with him atop you. "Yeah?" You answer again, brushing a hand over his hair. "Can i....mhmm" he looks down to his hands. Seeming embarrassed again. You giggle lightly and reach for the pack of wet wipes you brought in from the car earlier. "Give me your hand" He does, like a good boy. This time, you clean his hand for him. Turning the wipe over, you carefully clean under the nail. You bend his thumb and stick it in his mouth. "There you go. I need to get you a pacifier, don't i?" You ask, hoping to coax an answer from him. He immediately starts to suck his thumb, blushing a bit. He doesn't answer, and so you bring a hand down and tap his back lightly. "Baby, how do you feel about a pacifier? I'm serious" He burries his face down in your chest. "Baby, I'm serious. Answer me please" You say. Spencer lays his head sideways, thumb tucked firmly in his mouth. You're first instinct is to threaten to take away the thumb sucking. But, you catch yourself, this is for him, not you. "Is it hard to talk?" You ask, rubbing his back. He nods, glancing op at you for a brief moment. "Okay, Pacifier. No?" You ask, he doesn't react. "Pacifier, Yes?" You ask, letting out a breath as he nods. You run a hand over his hair. "Okay, can you hand Mommy that paper pad and that pen?"

You take it from him and lay it on Spencer's shoulder to be able to write. "I'm gonna write some things down, and i need you to cross them out if you're not okay with it. Can you do that Sweetie?" You coax gently. You see him nod from the corner of your eye and you can't help but smile. After a bit more scribbling you hand the pen and paper to Spencer. You coo over him as he reads it. But when he hunches over the list you back off a bit, petting his back instead. it takes him a few minutes, which is how you know he's really thinking about it. He hands it back to you.

Pacifiers

Teethers

Kid plates and utensils

Bottles

onesies

Toys

Colouring books

Talking with Garcia about your regesstion

Talking to Morgan about your regression

Talking with Emliy about your regression

You smile and lay the papper aside. "Baby, you know if Garcia knows, they others might end op knowing at some point? Are you okay with that?" You ask. Spencer nods. "Okay" You say, brushing a hand over his hair again. Spence shifts to lay on top of you, and snuggles close to your chest. You feel like a puddle under him. This is the best day you've had in a while. It doesn't take long for Spence to fall asleep again. This must be tiring for him. You grab your phone off the coffee table. As you flip open your cover your phones lights op with a million different texts from the team. You're happy know the team cares so much. You stoke his hair and neck as he snores. You go on the round of responses, when you get to Garcia. You decide you need a phone call with your girl. She picks op on the first ring.

"Wonder woman at your servise" Penelope says over the line. "Hey Pen, I just wanted to let you know Reid's alright" You say, continuing to pet Spencer's hair. Spencer does this cute little meow kinda noise. "Aww, is that the mini genius?" She gasps. "Yeah. Um, listen. On the topic of mini genius" You drawl. "Oh god, tell me he's not leaving. I'm begging you" She pleads. "No, no" You say, continue to pet his hair. "He's not leaving, but there's something i want you to know. But you can not tell the others yet" You say quietly but firmly. "Oh my goodness, of course please spill Girl" She happily chimes. "It's not really that kinda tea but, have you ever heard of age regression?"

"Umm, yeah I've more then heard of it"

"Well, Spencer is a little. And i need some help with shopping for little things, it's online but I'd like your help, if you comfortable" You blurt out, hoping that if you got it out fast, then the rejection would be easier to handle. "Oh Mama you are on. Any ideas?" "I'll send you a list of things I'm looking for" You smile. And that's how you two weeks later end op with a 'care packet' from Garcia. A box of two pacifiers, a teether, a blue set of child plates and utensils, a light purple kid's sport water bottle with a bite valve, and the thing Spencer grabbed from the box the second he saw it. A white polar bear stuffie. You sent Penelope a handwritten thank you note.

What's wrong baby?

I laugh as Nico and I come around the corner of the Zeus cabin. Nico pushes me again, covering his mouth to stop laughing. We're at my door for a while, laughing, gently shoving each other, until we both calm down enough to say goodnight. "Oh well" Nico chuckles, holding his stomach. My face hurts from all the laughing and fun we had tonight. "Goodnight honey" I hold back more laughter and lean in for a small kiss. Nico's cheeks spread into an even wider smile, and he leans up to meet me. "Goodnight Grace" He mutters muffling another laugh. I open my door, and wave Nico off. Despite the fact that today was Bianca's birthday and the day started of real shity, we made it work. As I shed my shirt, I realize just how tired I really am. I yawn, sitting down on my bed to get my pants off. I throw my clothes on the floor and head for my window, cracking it open a little to cool down the room. It's a hot night in the middle of summer, so it won't get too cold if I open the window a little. I drag myself back to bed, getting comfortable under a light blanket. A blanket with lightning that Nico gave me for my last birthday. I snuggle into it, the day's joys weighting me down, I've been op since 5 am this morning, so it is bedtime for me. I shift, laying down on my stomach, I lay my arms under my pillow and try to settle in. But it's too hot, so I kick the blanket off. It hurts my hips, so I turn over laying on my back to stare op at the celling. It takes me a while to fall asleep, but when I do drift off, I'm in a happy sleep. I'm half waken by my door creaking open. I reach down to grab my sword, wrap my fingers around the handle ready to threaten whoever came in. But then, there's a small sniffling, I look op, eyes having adjusted to the darkness, it's pitch black in my cabin. "Nico?" I murmur. There's a small, almost sad sound of acknowledgement. I let the sword drop from my hand, sitting op. I reach over and rub my fingers on the candle on my nightstand. I snap my fingers on the wick. It lights op and I pull my fingers away to not burn my myself.

In the low candle light, I can vaguely see Nico standing by my door, holding onto the handle. Nico's dressed in gray sweatpants and an old hoodie of mine that I gave him. He's crying, oh right, night are hard. "What's wrong baby?" I yawn, swinging my legs of the bed to get Nico. "I, I'm sorry" He sniffles, wiping his nose on the sleeve. I shiver in the weirdly cold cabin, how's that possible. I glance over to the window, it's been blown off the hook and wide open. I rush to close it. Strange. I walk to over to a slightly shaking Nico. "Hey, it's okay" I wrap him around in my arms, gently pressing his head to my chest. He cries, clinging to me like I'm the last real thing in the world around him. I don't ask, because I don't need to. It was another nightmare, most likely about Bianca. I walk us back to my bed, gentle feet moving back. He wails, trying to explain but it's so incoherent that he just stops trying. I run my hand down his back, a gentle touch I hope would help. On nights like this, it's all I can do, try to help him calm down, try to just be there for him. I sit on the edge of the bed. Gently pulling him down with me. He let's me, planting his knees on either side of me. He lays his head on my shoulder, his tears spilling down his face and onto my shoulder. He sobs into my shoulder, crying and babbling on about the nightmare, It's still really fucking incoherent, but it doesn't matter, because it makes him feel better. So it doesn't matter if I understand what he saying, he probably won't understand what he was trying say in a couple hours. "And, and she was, the river, and, and she, fell" He squeezes me, clinging onto me like if he go I would disappear. "I know" I whisper. I'm both hoping and not hoping that what he's describing is only a dream. But I'm not sure either of them would make me feel better. If it's only a dream, then how did his mind come up with it. If it's a memory, then, it must be fucking terrifying to relive.

To see your sister fall into a river, and not get out. Is down right traumatic. He's never told me much about his sister, it's hard for him to talk about. Understandably so. She raised him after their mother died, and then she left him and also died. The room falls quiet as Nico stops speaking. The tears too much to manage while talking. He pulls his head away from my shoulder, wiping a lot more tears away with the sleeve. His eyes tell me everything I need to know, he's tired, he's sad, he just can't take any more nightmares, he can't take more nights like this. "I know, I know baby" I hold onto him, as tightly as I can. "We'll get through it" I gently run my hand under op his back, a small gesture I hope would help. "Mhm?" I ask. "Y-Yeah" He sniffles. He yawns through tears. He's tired, he should stay here. "Come on" I gently pat his back. "Bed?" I ask. A tearful Nico nods, shifting off me. I get op, and grab my winter duvet to sleep with, because it's gotten really cold in here. I blow out the candle and I settle back in bed with him, pulling the covers over us. Without a word or any hint, he tucks himself into me, arms loosely wrapped around my hips, and his head tucked into the crook of my neck. Snuggling into me. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tightly. He breaths in my scent, letting the familiar smell calm him down. His breathing slowly returns to normal, but he's still shaking a little. I inhale the lovely smell of Nico, he showers at night and then again in the morning so he smells of some kind of soap, in my half awake state I can't be sure what it smells of. But it's Nico, My Nico. Even with everything he went through, and all the consequences of what he went through, everything I went through, and all the consequences of what I went through, we stick by each other. Because we have to, Nico has no real family, and I only have a sister who I can't really see. We're there for each other, we don't leave, we promised we'd do anything to stick by each other.

"Jason?" He mutters, voice more clear but still shaky and a little hoarse. "Yes?" I murmur back to him. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have woke you op for this, I could have dealt with it myself" He murmurs, muffling his words into the skin of my neck. A small shiver runs down my spine, I should have put on a shirt. "No no no baby" I gently pull his head from my neck, caressing his cheek, bringing it op to my face. "You should have woken me op, just because you can deal with it on your own, doesn't mean you have to" In the darkness I find his lips, placing a light peck on them. "And I don't want you to" I whisper, warm breath against his lips. Nico doesn't respond how I thought he would. He doesn't say a word, only leaning back in for another kiss. I let him, it's a light kiss, the kinda kiss we have when one of us are upset. Light and fluffy. "Wake me op if it happens again" I mumble. Nico makes a small sound of yes before tucking his head back into my neck. "I will" He mumbles.

"Goodnight baby"

"Night"

I'm okay

I run through the forest, my feet burning under me. My heart's pounding in my ears. My chest's tight, too tight, I can't breath. I stumble and fall over a fallen tree. I rush to my feet, stumbling on until through the dark forest I see the light of camp half-blood. The taste of blood is on my tongue, shit did I knock out a tooth or something. I swing on a tree and book it for the big house. Help, I need help. I yell for something, someone, I don't remember what exactly, but I yell out, it's loud, I'm being loud. People come rush out from all over. An Apollo camper, Will maybe, makes me sit on the front steps. He stuffs some paper under my nose. It was bleeding, that was the blood. "Jason, you're okay" He props my leg up, through all the adrenaline I haven't noticed that I had ripped my knee up pretty badly. I must look pretty shaken, because Will counts me through my breathing. There's chaos all around, campers running into the forest, the campers that had been with me, running out, injured and scared shitless. Some are tended to as soon as they run out, some are led into the Infirmary. Will wraps a bandage around my knee, securing it in place by wrapping it a bit down, and a bit up. Clipping down together with something I don't know. I take the paper away from my nose. "Nico, where's Nico?" I shallow down the lump in my throat, Nico, Nico was there, where is he. "I'm sure he's fine, just stay here" Will takes my other leg in his hand. Somehow I scuffed up my ankle. "No, He, He was with us" I heave. "Where is he?" "Shit" Will says, starring up at me wide eye. "He was with you?" "Yes, yes was I not-"

"There you are!" Nico crashes down next to me, he throws his shaking arms around me. "Oh thank fuck you're okay" He pulls back, leaning on shaky arms. He grabs my chin. "Did you fall? Are you okay? what happened? What's-" "Easy" I grab his hand. Will's called away, he runs off to help. "I'm okay" I breath. I'm shaking, it's hard to breath. "Can you breath? How are you? What wrong? What-" I shush him, gribbing his hand tight. "I'm okay" I whispers, breathless. I unlace our hands with shaking fingers, I press his hand to my heart. "See, I'm okay" His eyes are wide with fear. The light of the lamp by the door to the big house, is the only light. People are rushing by us, but we don't move. No, we can't move. The world is in chaos around us, but it's doesn't matter, nothing else matters, as long as Nico's okay, then I'm okay. The blood drips through the bandage, it's dripping down my leg, why did I wear shorts. "You're hurt" He cries out, completely out of breath. "I'll be okay" I whisper, heaving through my open mouth. Will runs back to us. He undoes the bandage and gives me something to hold over the cuts until it stops bleeding. He tries to take a look at Nico but he flat out refuses. "No, No I'm fine. Go" "Just let him have a look" I insist. Nico gives in at my persistence. He's a little scuffed up, but nothing's bleeding, he's okay, so Will runs along to help others. Nico's okay. He's safe, right here with me. My heart rate slowly down as the chaos slowly becomes, well, more organized chaos. It's still wild, but the Apollo campers have a hand on it. They know what they're doing. I hope. After a lot of reassurance I get Nico to let his hand drop from my chest. Instead he takes the hand I'm not using to stop the blood from getting everywhere. He squeezes my hand tightly. I squeeze back. He's not leaving my side again. How did that even happened, we were carefully. We did everything we were supposed to do. He leans into my side. Resting his tired head against my shoulder.

"You almost scared me to death back there, what were you thinking?" His voice is low in the moon light, almost like he doesn't want the people around us to hear him, which wouldn't surprise me. What I did was stupid, I could have gotten myself killed. "I wasn't" I admit, I wasn't thinking, I just needed keep the others safe, keep him safe. So I called after the monster, taunting it, then I ran, leading it away from the others. Away from Nico. I wasn't gonna lose another person, I wasn't gonna let my first, and maybe only boyfriend die before me. "You're an idiot" He says, shoving his shoulder against mine, making us swing for a second before I balance us out. "I know, I'm sorry" I mumble, my legs are heavy, my feet burning. "You could have died" "You could have died too" I shoot back. Nico huffs, and leans up. For a second I think he's going for my ear, to whisper some kind of theat. But he stops before that, planting a light kiss on my cheek. Blood rushes to my face, he's never, oh, fuck. "At least you're my idiot" He murmurs. I blush at his words, thanking Diana he can't see me all that well because of the moonlight. "Yeah" I mutter. Gods, that was a way to end this disastrous trip to the forest. Nico chuckles lightly, careful to not break the mood between us. "Your idiot" I repeat. I move the cloth off my knee, it's drenched in blood. Nico calls over another Apollo kid who cleans it for me and set on a bandage just as Will did. Expect that, now is the time where you suppose to put it on, when the bleeding has stopped, but I know Will was busy, so he jus needed it to hold for a while, while he helped others. I'm told to keep it clean, and to stop by the Infirmary until it's healed. I nod along, not caring one bit, Nico's okay, so I'll be okay too. Suddenly, the horn is blown, it is dinner time? We all gather up at the mess hall we're told to sit where we want, We sit at the closest table, the Zeus table, Nico sits on my left. Mr. D gives some sort announcement, but I can't follow, my heart still hasn't completely returned to normal.

We're given dinner, and there's a silence over the mess hall. Even while eating, Nico refuses to let go of my hand. I don't think I want him too. He finishes before me, instead of leaving, he leaning into my side, squeezing my hand. I squeeze back. Glancing over, I spot Nico's tired eyes, It's not late at all. But I get it, after such a big adrenaline rush, you can get really tired. He gives a small smile. I smile back. We'll be okay, we have to be. And that's why we're gonna be okay. Plus, we have each other. I have him, that's all I need. They call for the camp fire, But I hold Nico's gaze, the answer is already there. We sneak off to the green, to the Hades cabin, that's the closest from here. We sink to the floor just beyond the closed door. Lost in each other's arms, in the soft, gentle touches. It could have been over tonight, it could all have ended. I could have lost him, I could have lost my own life. But we have to move on, so we collect ourselves and get off the floor. Through tears and laughter, we stumble onto his bed. I take a good look at his tear stained face. The face I can't live without. The guy I can't live without. The worried has seeped of his eyes, replaced by relief. We're in the clear for now. I hope we can stay in the clear for a while. But that's pure luck. I caress his cheek, hold him close, I never wanna let go. But I do, shifting back against the wall. Nico follows, sitting himself in my lap, resting his head on my shoulder. "You really scared me" He mutters. "I know" I mumble back, wrapping my arms around his middle. "Promise you won't do that again" He pleads. "You know I can't do that" I whisper. Nico leans back to look in my eyes. He slings his arms around my neck.

"Promise me that you'll try, please"

"I promise"

Little one

As I walk into Zeus cabin, I'm so tired that I barely realized that Nico isn't here like he promised. Only as I call out for him, looking around, do i realize that he's nowhere in sight. I huff to myself and kick off my shoes. A habit I picked up from Nico a while back. He probably got caught up with his training again. I place my shoes neatly beside the door to not trip over them later. I sigh, it's like my head is being spilt down the middle. I shed my jacket and throw it over my desk chair. I want my baby, right now. He better get here soon. I drag my heavy body to my bed, falling down on it hard enough to make the bed creak. I fall down on my back, my sweater slipping op from jeans where it had been tucked in. My eyes fall closed, the pain in my head has grown unbearable. I groan and reach over to my bedside table. I rack though it without looking, sighing in relief as I feel the packet of painkillers I always keep in my cabin. I pop one and turn on my side. My little Nico always goes all grumpy when I take pills dry, but I still don't see the problem with it. I grab my duvet and hold it between my arms to have something as a stand in for my little one. I want nothing more than to have my baby in my arms. He has to get here soon.

I hear the door open and close. "Sorry I'm late, got caught up with some training" My baby's voice fills my ears. I let go of my duvet and get to my feet. "It's alright" I say before wrapping him op in a big bear hug. He chuckles, slinging his arms around my hips. I glide my arms down under his rear. "What?" He asks. "Am I overdue for a spanking?" "No" I chuckle a little and pull him op around my hips. He yelps, scrambling to wrap his arms around my neck to stay stable. "You are however overdue for a nap little one" I say, leaning op to place a kiss on his forehead. "Jason, I'm not little" He mutters, his pale cheeks turning a dusty pink. He looks away from me, his shy side showing. "Do you want to be?" I ask, gently bouncing him on my hip out of pure habit. He huffs a little, resisting the familiar feeling that usual has him calling me Daddy in under a second. "I guess it's been a while" He mumbles. "Let's get my little baby down a nap then" I say, hiking him a bit higher op on my hips as I turn to my dresser. I shift my baby to my left hip as I find pajamas for him. He whines, having fully slipped already. "I know, I just need a second sweetie" By the time I've found clothes for us both and gotten us both changed it's getting close to three and my little boy is almost snoring as he waits for me to draw the blinds. I set a clock to 5:30 so we get op a bit before dinner.

Nico whines, reaching out and making those adorable grabby hands. My heart melts in my chest and I get down on my knees to look op at my sleepy boy. "Yes little one?" I ask. "Cuddles" He pouts, grabbing at my shoulders. "Okay" I say, getting back op and getting into bed next to him. A very pouty boy crawls onto me and lays down with his head tucked into the crook of my neck. I sling my arms around his waist. He hums happily and snuggles into my neck, I mumble out more praise to calm him down to sleep. But it's not enough, so I reach down and pat him on the bottom. "It's nap time little boy" I mutter, my heavy eyes fluttering close. Nico whines and shifts his hips a little. I pat him firmly on the bottom again, he knows very well that a firm pat on the butt is a warning. "Sorry…" He mumbles. He shifts one last time and settles on me. There goes, maybe a minute before he says. "Daddy?" "Yes Sweetheart?" I mumble, blinking my eyes open to look at him. "Wil you, please keep doing that. It helps me sleep" He mumbles, his face has gone completely beet red. I huff at the familiar question. I still don't know why he always blushes when he asks that. "Of course," I say, patting him on the bottom again to soothe him. He hums happily yet again. Gods, little or not, that boy loves having his butt toyed with. It's such an easy thing, but gods it gets him all blushy. Sometimes, if he's getting on my nerves. All I gotta do, is gently tap him on the rear end. He melts right into my hands and then all I have to do is whisper in his ear. Maybe something like, be good now, quiet misbehaving or do you wanna end op over my knee?

I hear a small gently snoring. Even though I know he's sleeping, I pat him on the bottom one last time to be sure. I let myself loosen op under him. I'm really tired. It's been such a long day. I find my headache, completely gone. I'd almost forgotten I took anything for it. I guess my little boy always helps with any pain. I slide a hand op his (my) shirt, resting his hand on his lower back. I gently grab onto his rear and let myself fall asleep.

As I blink open my eyes, the first time I see is Nico's shoulder. He's leaning over me to turn off the alarm. "Evening" I yawn. "Evening" He greets lowlily. He goes to move off me, but I grab onto his thighs and keep him where I want him. He sighs and leans in to kiss me. Our lips move together of maybe twenty seconds. "Happy?" He mutters. "Very" I say, dropping my hands from his thighs. "Let's get dressed" I say. "Do we have to?" Nico whines. "Yes" I say, trying pop him on the thigh, but I catch his butt instead. He gives a tiny jump and whine, then pouts at me. "Meanie" He mutters. "Sorry little one" I chuckle "Don't make me little before dinner" He demands, swing over and sitting beside me. I reach over and take his chin in my hand. "I'll do whatever I want, my cute little boy" I muse. "Oh my gods shut op" He brings his hands op over his beet red face. "Do I need to put you over my knee?" I grunt, prying his hands from his face. He refuses to look me in the eyes, he's blushing like a mad man. He doesn't say a thing, I can't have that.

"Well?" I ask.

"No Sir"

A night of kisses and cuddles

“Why did you leave so manyyy.” Virgil complains as Roman places Them on their bathroom counter, “Do they hurt?”

“Kinda” They mumle as Roman plays with their hair “Okay, what do you need me to do My sweet little emo?”

“First of all, don’t call me that. Second of all, how am i supposed to know?!” Virgil whines as Roman slightly pulls their hair.

“Hush emo i know you like it, Now hold still” Roman softly says as he opens the cabinet above Them.

Roman takes out a bottle of lotion, pouring some on his hands.

He begins massaging Virgil’s neck as the smaller side cross their legs, blushing.

“Okay?” Roman asks hoping for a good reaction from his sweet emo

“Mm” The words barely leave Virgil’s mouth before Roman is yet again asking “Are you sure?” Roman sounds down right guilty

‘God how many did i leave’ Roman thinks as he glances down at Virgil’s collarbone, their tanktop hanging slightly loose ‘How pretty’

“R-Ro” Virgil whines placing a hand on Roman's shoulder, “huh” Roman mutters as he looks back op at Them

Virgil’s face is a cherry like red, “your h-holding a l-little tight”

“Sorry sweetheart” Roman’s says quickly loseing his hold as somone begins loudly knocking on the door.

“Are you two in there?” They hear Logan question from beyond the door

‘Ooooo the nerds home~ ’ Roman smiles as Logan opens the door

“What the hell happend” Logan asks looking over at Virgil

“Roman you know our’re baby bruises easily” Logan says walking over to them

“I know that” Roman says as Logan looks at him “then why-“ Logan was cut off by Virgil

“Lo it’s okay, i-i asked him to” Virgil crosses their arms “oh well then, i’ll go help Patton with dinner”

“Pop star’s Home too?!” Roman yells practically jumping up and down “indeed my love, would you like help too?” Logan asks smiling.

“Yes yes yes!!” Roman joy fully yells and runs out of the bathroom to go help Patton in the kitchen.

“Virgil, you okay?” Logan asks as Virgil contines to blush. “Hoodie?” Logan asks jokingliy “Yes please....” Virgil whispers

“Come on then let’s get you one” Logan takes Virgil’s hands helping them down from the counter.

They walk to their shared bedroom and Virgil borrows one of Patton’s hoodies.

“Dinner kiddos!” It comes from the kitchen.

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"Are we still holding moive night tonight?" Logan asks looking around.

"I'm down" Virgil says nodding "of course baby" Patton chines in “just let me clear the table first” Patton says getting op.

“Of course Love. Virgil, Roman rember you two are picking the movie tonight”

“Cinderella!” they both scream happliy, they both love that movie.

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Virgil shivers as Logan trace his fingertips alone their arm, “Aww baby~" Patton coos drawing Virgil’s attenion to the him.

Patton places a kiss on Virgil’s forehead. His emo’s head in his lap, their torso in Logan’s, legs in Roman’s.

“You cold sweetie?” Roman asks as Virgil blushes. "a bit" Virgil says looking back over to the tv, the movie almost over.

Logan reaches for the blanket at the foot of the sofa, laying it on Virgil.

“Thank you” Virgil mumbles as they bury their face under the blanket. They will never admit it but they love movie nights and they wouldn’t miss it for the world

Patton giggels pulling the blanket away from Virgil’s face, “you can’t hide from us sweetheart~” Patton says pulling Virgil in for quick kiss

“Oh come here” Logan says helping Virgil sit up. Patton moves closer to Logan, his hand rubbing Virgil’s back.

Virgil’s hold onto Logan’s neck, as Logan kisses them.

Virgil’s can feel their lips get tired, as Logan’s hands rest apon their wasit.

Logan slowly pulls away, but Virgil's lips weren't cold for long. Roman was right there "Virgie baby, you want another one?~"

"Mm~" Virgil moves closer to Roman. The blanket falling in their lap as Roman gently grabs their hips

Roman kisses them softly, holding Virgil tighter.

"Your just so cute" Logan mutters under his breath as Virgil pulls away from Roman

Patton helps Virgil lay down again, their eyes almost closed. The movies credits roll.

Roman yawns moving Virgil's legs "I need my beauty sleep, so I'm gonna hit the Hay" Roman says getting up and rubbing his eyes.

Roman gives Logan a quick kiss on his forehead, and Patton a quick kiss on his cheek, and Virgil a quick kiss on their lips.

"Goodnight my loves~" Roman says walking up the stairs, "Goodnight sweetie" they all mumble at the same time.

Patton giggles as he helps Virgil sit up again. They end up mostly in Patton's lap half asleep

“I’m gonna hit the hay as well” Logan mumbles get up and turning off the tv. “Sleep tight babe” Patton says as Logan kisses his cheek

“Goodnight Lolo” Virgil sleeply giggles as Logan kisses their forehead. “Night baby” Logan laughs walking up stairs

Virgil shifts in Patton’s lap, “here” Patton says grabing the blanket in Virgil’s lap and throwing it over Virgil’s shoulders.

“Thanks” Virgil says snuggling into Patton’s chest, Patton holds back a squeal hugging them tight.

“We should probably head to bed too Sweetie” Patton says trying to move Virgil from his lap “Noooooo....” Virgil whines holding onto Patton’s neck

“If you don’t move i’m gonna have to carry you” Patton says thinking Virgil would move

“Can you?” Virgil yawns “Would that be okay?” Patton smiles, Virgil had ever let him carry Them before.

Virgil nods almost asleep. Patton picks Virgil up bridal style, the blanket still on them

“Veve?” Patton asks a yawn esaping his lips. “Mm” Virgil’s eyes slightly open, “Can you sleep with me, i don’t wanna be alone”

Virgil nods giving Patton a quick kiss

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Virgil suggles into Patton's chest. Patton Holding Virgil tight. “Baby, can we see if the others are awake, i miss them” Patton sleeply mumbles

“Mm, i miss them too”

They both stumble down the hall, first to Roman’s room.

Virgil peaks their head in “Roro? You awake?”

“I am now” Roman complains as he turns around, now facing the two people in his doorway.

“Sorry...we just wanted to know if you wanted to cuddle, but you seem tired” Virgil says looking at the floor “We’ll leave you be” Patton says talking Virgil’s hand

“Oh, sorry. But if we”re gonna cuddle, then shouldn’t we get Logan?” Roman says getting up from bed.

Patton beams “Well that’s the next stop”

Roman takes Patton’s hand as they walk down to Logan’s room.

The light is on, “Lolo!” Virgil whines as they throw open the door to see Logan sitting at his desk

“Sweetheart, we’re talked about this” Roman sighs walking over, saving the file and shutting off Logan’s computer.

“Right, sorry” Logan rubs his forehead as Patton places a hand om his shoulder

"We gonna go cuddle, and your joining Virgil says taking Logan’s hand and helping him up “it’s 2 am” Logan yawns

“You were up anyway, and we all know you love cuddling~” Roman teases

"Come on Lo" Patton whines taking Logan's other arm

“Okay okay i’ll cuddle with you” Logan surrenders walking along with Them back to Roman’s room

As they all settle into the soft sheets Virgil kisses each of their boyfriends softly, making sure eveybody get’s a hug before they begin cuddling

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“Hey Roman have you seen.....” Thomas frezzes in the doorway, quitely staring at the cuddle pile with Virgil and Patton in the middle.

Thomas smiles sweetliy pulling out his phone and snapping a picure before closing the door, not wanting to wake them anymore

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Okay but.....

S1 e10.

Morgan sending Reid away when he figured out who the unsub was is peak protectiveness! And then Morgan later tackling both Reid and the unsub in the same throw!

Just

"Reid, I want you to go to the house and see if the deputies have come back"

"What?"

"We need the Sheriff and the crime scene team here"

"But..."

"Reid. Do it"

And then Spencer just runs!

And then after!

"You Alright?"

"What happened?"

"Him bringing us down here was way too much of a coincidence"

"No, i got that. Did you have to tackle us both?

"You're welcome, Reid"

Pain

You were done, everything was hurting and you just wanted to go the fuck home. The first thing you did, was tell Hotch, who immediately send you and Spencer home, as you are in no condition to drive. Spencer had packed your things for you, telling you to just relax the best you can. He bent down, helping you put on compression socks, it didn't always help, but you're hoping it'll work today.

"Are you sure you don't have any painkillers with you?"

"Yes Spencer for the millionth time i use the last one!" You yell, you didn't mean to, but you're just so irritated. Spencer gives you the look, and your shoulder shrugs sag. "I'm sorry, I just....No, I don't have any more pain meds left and it's getting really bed" You explain as Spencer helps you into a soft par of slippers.

"I'll stop by the pharmacy on our way back and you can see if you can get some sleep?"

You smile, he's too sweet to you sometimes. "Thank you" You brush a hand over his hair.

Spencer help you to the car with a blanket and a pillow, it's about 9pm and while you are tired, the pain is making you restless. When you finally get more painkillers, it makes the pain dull, but not go away, now your whole body just aching instead. So Spencer does what Spencer does best.

He makes you comfortable.

He feeds you all the food and drinks you can think of, makes all the stops you need to get out and stretch, and when you finally fall asleep, he drives carefully.

Spencer doesn't wake you op when you arrive home. You blink your eyes open as Spencer tucks you into bed. Your body still aches but the drowsiness outweighs it and you fall asleep again. Spencer tucks himself in behind you, careful to not make your pain worse by cuddling you.

You guide his arms to places it doesn't hurt too badly and the two of you fall asleep.