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Jack screamed making the two men stop what they were doing "Jack!" Hotch yelled as the 6 year old swing the baseball bat at his dad, knocking him off Spencer
"JACK STOP!" Spencer yelled as he jumped off the bed pulling on a robe and pulled the bat out the boy's hand and pulled him into a hug as he sob, Reid looked at Aaron to see if he is still alive, he moved and sat up wincing at his side as he looked at the his boyfriend and son, "You okay?" Spencer mouth, Aaron nodded and grabbed his clothes off the floor as Spencer took Jack out into the living room.
He placed Jack on the sofa and looked at him "Daddy wasn't hurting me." He said quietly, the little face looked up at him, there was tears running down his face in rivers that it made Spencer's hart brake
"B…But you were crying!" he said
"Yes because… it was the first time I did that with daddy." He lied he hated lying to Jack but now was not the time to have sour coated pills "What me and your daddy was doing was something very grown
playing mind games pt1The first time Spencer ever met a vampire was when was at this father's place of work for a short while, he was ill and couldn't go home at time, so his dad had picked him up and took him to his offices, he sat on the sofa in his dad's offices reading a book that would have most child his age throw at the walls, the door open and a blonde hair woman stood there "Mr Reid, Summers is here to see you." she said the older man looked at Spencer who was still reading his book back to the blondeMore Like This
"Alright send him in." He said "Spencer keep reading your book." He said
"Okay dad." He said as he took a sip of his juices.
The room turned icy cold making little Spencer shiver and pulled his blanket up closer around him, the door open and in walked a tall dark hair man, his eyes black a coals he eyed the room and man behind his desk and the 9 year old on sofa,
"William." He smiled "Is it brings your children to work day?" he asked
"No Lord Summers it's not my son was not well, I couldn'
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Weirdly enough this fic was not written in my little notebook, but rather in my history book. Yes my school book, and yes it was written at school in class. I'm not too good at the focusing on the teacher learning-thing. Which explains my grades.
Yeah I don't own Criminal Minds, if I did I would be so happy and I would be doing something important right now instead of the nothing I normally do. This is slash obviously. If you don't like it then why are you reading it? Seems a bit of a masochistic thing to do but whatever to each his own?
Please read and enjoy and then let me know what you think by reviewing me. Thanks
Spencer Reid hurriedly shoved a slice of cold toast into his mouth, as he grabbed his coat and keys. Scowling slightly at the unpleasant texture, he rushed out the door, knowing that he should have eaten it fifteen minutes earlier (rather then re-reading a book he'd read when he was seven). Chewing absentmindedly, as he tugged on his coat and locked the door be