Disclaimer: Criminal Minds and all its characters belong to CBS. I own nothing. I do not own anything you recognize.
AN- There are some actions by people as well as a drug that are totally made up. I know they could not happen but they were needed for the story.
Previously on Criminal Minds- Grinning, Spencer picked up the soap. It was going to be a great night!
"Spencer I need to take a shower before we hit the hay." Morgan announced, eyeing the sleepy toddler who was lying on his stomach watching TV. "Will you be alright out here by yourself for a while?"
Reid turned and glared at the older man. "Of couwse I will Mowgan." He scoffed. "I'm not a child. I fint I tan manage a few minutes alone wifout somefing happening to me."
"Says the kid with the bruised backside" Derek teased.
"I lipped!" Spencer hollered, kicking the mattress. "It tould have happened to anyone!"
"Why does that not make me feel any better about leaving you alone?" Morgan questioned, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "You and I both know what Hotch would say. He'd tell me…"
"You said you wouldn't tell!" Spencer broke in, jumping up and pointing an accusing finger at his friend. "You pwomised!"
"And I won't."Derek assured the teary eyed toddler. Kicking himself for upsetting the little boy, he quickly set out to correct his mistake. He smirked mischievously at the youngster before adding, "Where would the fun be in that? Hotch would just fry me with his laser beam eyes while he tears me a new one."
Spencer giggled. "L-l-lasew eyes! H-Hotch is Cy-Cytlops!"
Morgan chuckled, ruffling the toddler's hair. "Yeah, just don't tell him I said that."
"You'we setwet's safe wif me." Reid said, crossing his heart before letting out a yawn.
"Good, then I won't have to hurt you." Derek teased.
"Lite you tould," Spencer scoffed, waving him off. "Go tate youw showew befowe I sit(sic) lasew eyes on you."
"I'm going, I'm going. Geez, bossy much," Derek playfully muttered as he grabbed a change of clothes out of his go bag. He checked the lock on the door before going into the bathroom and shutting the door most of the way.
Shaking his head at his friend, Spencer turned his attention back to the Peanuts cartoon he was watching. Lying down, he set his elbows on the bed and propped his head on one fist. Keeping his eyes on the show, he used his free hand to feel around for his Ewok. Catching an ear, he pulled the stuffed toy close to his side. Relaxing, he giggled as Snoopy began flying his doghouse like an airplane. Using his Ewok as a steering wheel, he pretended to fly right along with Snoopy. The room was soon filled with airplane noises mixed in with the occasional giggle.
Spencer snickered as Charlie Brown got another rock in his trick or treat bag. He wished he'd known about these cartoons earlier. He absolutely loved them! Laughing Reid perked up when the scene switched to the two kids in the pumpkin patch. He couldn't wait to hear the boy's explanation for the Great Pumpkin not coming. Smiling, the tiny agent turned the tv up a little and focused all his attention on the screen. He was so engrossed in the movie he almost missed hearing the clicking sound from the doorway. Turning down the volume, Reid sat up and looked at the locked door. Seeing the door knob move as the clicking sound started up again, the mini profiler frowned. Wondering what was going on, he slid off the bed, grabbed a chair, and painstakingly pushed it across the room to the door. Intending to look out the peephole, Spencer climbed onto the chair and stood. Gazing at the opening a couple of feet above his head, the toddler sighed. He needed more height. Surveying the room and finding nothing to stack, the little boy looked back at the chair. The slats on the back of the chair could easily function as a ladder for someone of his size and the chair was against the door so the added weight wouldn't topple it. Decision made, the youngster grabbed the top slat of the chair and carefully climbed to the top of the piece of furniture. Using the door to steady himself, Reid stood on his precarious perch and peered through the peephole. Seeing an eye staring back at him, he startled, tumbling off the chair.
Morgan stepped out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following in his wake. Hearing Reid yelp, he turned just in time to see the toddler start to fall. Reacting faster than he thought possible, the muscular agent bolted over to the doorway. Reaching out, he managed to catch the youngster before he hit the ground. Shaking, Derek carried his best friend over to the bed and gently sat him down before laying into him. "What the hell, Pretty Boy?" he yelled, pacing back and forth. "What's with the Jack and the Beanstalk routine, huh? Are you trying to give me a heart attack or something?"
Spencer pulled one of the pillows down beside him and slowly settled onto it before answering. "No" he quietly answered. "Somebody was twying to get in the woom. Fey wewe jiggling the handle. I was jut twying to see who it was."
Derek froze in his tracks. "Somebody was trying to open the door?" he asked, glancing back at the little boy. At Spencer's nod, the older man grabbed his gun and crept to the door. He scooted the chair out of the way before slowing opening the door and stepping outside. He looked down both sides of the hallway, checked the door handle, and then walked back inside the room. He shut and locked the door before smiling at the little boy. "The door handle was wet but nobody was out there." Morgan said, wiping his hand off on his shirt. "I'm guessing it was probably some drunk that got the wrong room."
"Yeah" Spencer agreed, even though he didn't believe it for a minute.
"Come on. Time for bed. We've gotta be up early tomorrow morning." Morgan said as he toted the chair back to the table. He set it down and then pushed it under the round table. Turning, he had to grab the edge of the table as a dizzy spell overtook him.
"Mowgan, awe you otay?" Spencer worriedly asked when his friend swayed.
"Y-Yeah, I'm just a little, little d-dizzy." Morgan shakily replied. He staggered over to the bed, dropping heavily onto it. "Kid, k-k-kid some-something's wrong…call H-H-Ho…" That was as far as he got before his eyes rolled back in his head and he went still.
"Mowgan? Mowgan, wate up!" Spencer called, shaking the man's shoulder. Getting no response, the tiny agent swiftly grabbed his friend's cell phone and flipped it open. Hearing the doorknob jiggle again, he quickly sent a text before sliding off the bed. The youngster snatched his friend's gun off the nightstand and raced into the dark bathroom. Holding the gun with both hands, he held his breath as the lock clicked and the door slowly swung open.
"Dude, come on it's safe. The guy's knocked out." A tall, lanky boy loudly whispered as he entered the room.
A slightly shorter teen with glasses trudged into the room. "I still don't see why we couldn't have got the stuff during the day while the fed was gone." He huffed, pushing his glasses back up.
"I told you, Frank. He would have all the good stuff on him." the black haired youth exasperatedly replied. "Sides, if we want to be the big guys on campus, we have to take the stuff while he's here. Nobody'll mess with us when they find out we took this FBI dude down."
"But we didn't actually take him down." Frank pointed out.
"Nobody will know that, dummy. Now come on. Let's get the proof." Willy ordered as he picked up Morgan's shield. "Look! I found his ID and badge! And here's his shoulder holster! Wait a minute. Where's his gun? Why isn't it…"
"Fweeze, FBI!" Spencer shouted as he stepped out of the bathroom.
Frank immediately dropped what he was holding and raised his hands. "Dude, Glenn didn't say he had a kid." he whispered. "What's he doing with a kid? Isn't he here on a case? They don't bring their families with them, do they?"
The taller teen ran a hand down his face. "Would you cool it and let me think?" Getting a shaky nod, the boy stared at the trembling toddler and then turned back to his friend. "The kid isn't a problem. I got this, okay? You just stand there and be quiet for a minute. And for pete's sake put your arms down! He's just a baby! What's he gonna do? Shoot us." Willy scoffed. Turning his attention to Reid, he pasted on his sweetest smile. "Hey there, kiddo. It's okay. Nobody's going to hurt you. Just give me the gun and everything will be alright."
"I said fweeze." Spencer warned as the taller of the two took a step towards him. He was hoping him holding the gun would be enough to scare the two teens into giving up because he really didn't want to have to fire the weapon. It was too risky. If his shot went too far to one side or the other, it could hit someone in another room.
Putting his arms up, Willy met Reid's gaze. "Come on, little guy. Give Willy the gun." He coaxed, taking a tiny step forwards.
Seeing the teen move, Spencer tightened his hold on the gun. Taking a deep breath, he looked through the sight and, tongue sticking out in concentration, pulled the trigger.
Frank and Willy dropped at the boom of the gun. They stared incredulously at the toddler. "Are you crazy, kid?" Willy yelled at Spencer, who had been knocked to the floor by the recoil of the gun. "You could've killed us, you little shit!"
"Willy, chill! He's just a little kid." Frank reasoned, grabbing his irate friend's arm.
"Yeah, well he's about to be a little kid with a sore backside!" Willy shouted. He broke free of Frank's grip and headed for Spencer. "You are going to be sorry you did that, you little brat! I'm gonna…"
"FBI! FREEZE!" Hotch and Rossi shouted as they burst into the room, guns drawn. Spotting the black haired teen advancing on their youngest, the men swiftly stepped between the two.
Willy stepped dead in his tracks. "We didn't do nothing!" he yelled, raising his arms in surrender. "We heard the gun shot and saw these goons run out of the room so we ran in to make sure everyone was okay. We were just going to check on the baby and the man. That's all, right Frank?"
The shorter teen nodded frantically.
"If that's the case, why didn't we see you in the hallway just now? And why were you yelling at the little boy?" Hotch growled.
"I, I was…" Willy cut off, his mouth dropping open, as two female agents wearing bath robes rushed in the door with their guns drawn.
"We heard gunfire. What happened?" Prentiss asked, self consciously pulling the fluffy robe tighter around her neck as she noticed the teens staring at her.
"That's what we're attempting to ascertain." Hotch replied, keeping his focus on the frightened teens in front of him. "Check on Spencer and Morgan. Dave and I will take care of these two."
"Yes sir" JJ and Emily responded.
"Better call Captain Bellows, too. Let him know that we have everything under control and to send a car." Rossi added.
"Okay" JJ answered. She pulled out her cell and flipped it open while Emily rushed to Reid's side.
Prentiss knelt beside the toddler, putting a hand on his chest to stop him from rising. "Are you okay, Spencer? Did they hurt you?" she questioned as she checked the boy over for injuries.
"I'm alwight. Fey didn't touch me. I jut fell into the wall when I fiwed the gun." Reid sheepishly told her. He patiently waited for the worried woman to finish her exam before sitting up with a wince.
"What's wrong?" Emily asked, wondering what she'd missed. The only mark she had found was a forming bruise on the youngster's shoulder.
Spencer shook his head. "Nofing, I jut landed tinda hawd." He softly said. He leaned closer to his friend and whispered, "Fey fint I'm a tid," before bursting into tears. Wailing loudly, he latched onto the surprised profiler and sobbed, "Unta Mowgan falled down and wouldn't wate up! And, and fen fose big boys tomed in and, fem, fem tawed(scared) me!"
Playing along with the boy, Emily wrapped her arms around Reid and started rubbing his back. "It's okay, Sweetie. You're okay now. We're here." She soothed as she slowly stood. "Those bad boys aren't going to hurt you."
Rossi glanced at a still unconscious Morgan before rounding on the two, quaking teens. "Wanna tell me what you did to Agent Morgan?" he questioned, making sure to stress the word agent.
The bolder of the two, Willy, crossed his arms and attempted to look nonchalant. "We didn't do nothing to him, old man." He huffed.
Rossi raised an eyebrow at the teen's behavior. "So when we look at the video surveillance of the hallway, we won't see you two putting something on the doorknob?" he challenged.
Both teens turned pale. Scared witless, Frank hollered out, "He'll, he'll be alright! We just used Rohypnol! It won't hurt him! Honest!"
"Dude, shut it!" Willy warned.
Ignoring the obvious leader, Hotch zeroed in on the stool pigeon. "Are you positive? What if you put too much on the handle? What if he overdosed or he's allergic to the drug?" Hotch growled.
"Of course I'm sure! It's not like it's the first time we've done this!" Frank indignantly scoffed. Realizing what he'd revealed, he quickly threw a hand over his mouth.
"Dude, quit helping!" Willy shouted, taking a step towards his friend. The teen froze as Hotch got up in his face.
"You had better hope that Agent Morgan is alright, young man. The punishment for assaulting a federal officer is stiff but its nothing compared to the penalty for murdering an agent." Hotch ground out. Spinning the teen around, the BAU leader slapped the cuffs on his wrist. He then hauled the kid over to the table and pushed him into a chair beside his newly handcuffed accomplice. Leaving Rossi to guard the prisoners, Aaron turned and hurried over to the bed and the rest of the team. He took a still crying Spencer from Emily, sat down on the bed, and starting checking him over. "JJ, call Captain Bellows back and inform him about Morgan being drugged." He ordered without looking up from his task. "Have him bring a doctor familiar with Rohypnol to examine Morgan. I want to be sure he wasn't overdosed. Also, instruct the Captain to have officers check their files for other cases. Tell him we have reason to believe there are more."
"Yes sir" JJ replied. She walked a few steps away before flipping open her cell phone.
"Will Mowgan be alwight?" Spencer asked as he stared down at his friend.
"Of course he will." Aaron assured his charge. Spying the blossoming bruise on the boy's shoulder, he frowned. "What about you? Are you hurt anywhere else?"
"Just his pride" Emily answered with a snicker.
"His pr…oh" Hotch said once the light bulb came on. Grinning, he added, "Well at least he landed on the one part that's well padded."
To his complete mortification, Spencer started crying in earnest. "It's not funny." He sniffed, angrily swiping at the tears streaming down his face.
"I know buddy, I know. I'm sorry I made light of it." Aaron apologized, mentally berating himself for teasing the toddler. He should have known the night's events would be hitting the boy hard. Feeling tiny hands fisting the back of his shirt while his collar got wetter and wetter, Hotch began rubbing Spencer's back. "Shhh, it's okay now. Daddy's here."
Wanting to give Hotch some time to get Reid calmed down, Prentiss walked over to the door. "Who was that?" she asked JJ, nodding to the older gentlemen that was going back down the hall.
"The manager" JJ responded. "Several of the neighbors complained about the gun shot so he came up here to check it out. I explained that we had the situation under control and told him to go back downstairs and take care of the guests; that we'd handle the rest."
"Good thinking" Emily praised. Seeing police officers marching their way, she backed up to give them room to pass. She glanced from the bed to the table and back before making a decision. "JJ, you should go sit with Morgan. Somebody needs to be near him just in case." She instructed. "I'll go help Rossi handle the prisoner exchange."
"Okay" JJ agreed. She glanced down the hall once more and then hurried over to the bed. Mindful of the father and son moment going on, she went around and took a seat on the opposite side of the bed from Hotch and Reid. The worried agent picked up one of Morgan's hands, sighing as a steady pulse thrummed under her fingers.
"Evening, Captain Bellows" Dr. Sawyer greeted when he stepped out of the elevator. "Your guy said there was another Rohypnol victim. That's the forth one this month."
"I know but this time's different. We caught the culprits red handed." The Captain told the physician.
"It was a bunch of kids, wasn't it?" Sawyer asked as he fell into step with the officer.
Bellows nodded. "Two teenage boys out to prove they were bigger and badder than anyone else."
"I told you it was young'uns." Dr. Sawyer said, following the Captain into the door of one of the hotel rooms. "You owe me a…" he stopped, doing a double take. The young man rolled his eyes at the roomful of familiar faces. "Again? Seriously?"
"I'm afraid so." Rossi replied. Walking up, he shook the young man's hand. "If it's any consolation, it's Morgan this time."
"That's not exactly comforting." Dr. Sawyer muttered as he trudged over to the bed. Setting his bag on the nightstand, he swiftly got out the supplies he'd need and got to work.
Several minutes later, the young doctor slowly made his way over to the couch where the rest of the team was gathered. "As far as I can tell Agent Morgan should be just fine. He'll probably wake up with one heck of a headache and little to no memory of tonight but he'll be alright." He announced. "I took some blood work just to be on the safe side but I can pretty much guarantee he'll be his old ornery self by morning."
"That's good to know." Dave stated. "Thanks for coming out and checking on him for us."
"My pleasure" Sawyer replied, taking the bottled water JJ offered him. "Actually, I'm the one that should be thanking you. You got me outta that hospital for a while."
"In that case, you're welcome" Emily joked.
"Are you about ready to go, doc?" Captain Bellows inquired, walking up to the group. "I really need to get downtown."
"I'm ready whenever you are, Boss. Just lead the way," the doctor answered with a nod.
"Alright then, let's go." The captain said. "Agents, thanks for your help apprehending those hoodlums. You folks have a good night, now."
"We will." Rossi promised, extending his hand. He shook the captain's hand and then shuffled over to the bed.
"Night y'all" Dr. Sawyer said before grabbing his bag and following Bellows to the door. The young doctor stopped in the doorway and turned back to the profilers. "I don't suppose there's an opening for a doctor at Quantico, huh?"
"No, why?" Emily asked, intrigued.
"I was just wondering." Sawyer replied before breaking into a grin. "I figured with the way y'all were going, I'd have enough money to retire in five years tops."
Aaron chuckled. "Goodnight Dr. Sawyer" he called out, shaking his head.
"Night" Sawyer responded. "I'll see you guys bright and early in the morning for Little Bit's check up." With one last wave, he disappeared out the door.
"You know he's really starting to grow on me." Dave related.
"Me, too. I'd love for him to be Henry's doctor." JJ threw in. "He's good with kids and adults."
Noticing Spencer's head slowly dropping to his chest, Emily cleared her throat to get everyone's attention. "Guys, I think it's past somebody's bedtime." She whispered.
"Alright, everybody out!" Dave ordered. "Ladies, go on back to your rooms. Aaron, you take Spencer with you. I'll stay with Morgan."
"Go! Now!" Rossi demanded, pointing at the door.
"Aye, aye captain!" Aaron teased. Ducking the pillow that flew by his head, he adjusted his hold on Spencer and went to the door with JJ and Emily. "Thanks, Dave" he called before walking out and shutting the door. He followed the ladies down the hall, stopping at their room. After bidding them goodnight, he continued down the corridor to the room he shared with Reid. Hotch quickly unlocked the door and shuffled over to the bed. He gently laid Spencer down before going back and securing the door with the locks. He then propped a chair under the door knob for added security. Once he was sure the room was as secure as possible, the father changed into his night clothes and climbed into bed with his youngest. Snuggling Spencer into his side, Aaron closed his eyes. He was asleep in minutes.