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Title:Promises
Fandom:Criminal Minds
Characters:Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid/JJ
Table:03
Prompt:34. Promise
Word Count:
Rating:PG
Warning: (if applicable)
Summary:JJ and Spencer spend an evening bonding, while guarding Elizabeth
Spencer returned to the living room to find Jennifer stretched out on her couch. “She's finally sleeping. Sorry that took so long.”
“No problem.” JJ sipped some of her coffee. “So, do you think they'll let you hold on to her once the investigation is over, and Owen is caught?” Her tone was earnest, her face showed genuine concern. She gestured to the other mug sitting on the coffee table in front of her. “Made you some, too.”
Spencer nodded, accepting the mug. “Thanks.” He took a sip. The young agent was surprised JJ remembered how took his coffee. They didn't do a lot of coffee together these days. “I would like to take care of her on a more permanent basis, but I don't know. There are so many things I need to think about...” He set the mug down. “I don't know if I'd be able to provide an environment conducive to child rearing.”
JJ moved over on the couch, and patted the vacant spot she'd made. “She's crazy about you, Reid. You should think about it seriously.”
Running a hand through his hair, he took the seat she offered. “Yeah, I know. I just don't want to make promises I can't actually keep.” He looked over at her. “Would you do it?”
“Sure, if the timing was right.” JJ said. Her answer surprised him. “You're good with Henry, aren't you?” Henry was Spencer's godson, and JJ's son. “He really likes you.”
“I know..” Spencer smiled. The little boy was cute, and he was always wanting to show Spencer his trucks and cars. “But I don't know if that qualifies me to take care of a little girl.” He sat back, rubbing his face. This was a discussion he'd been having with himself for the last couple of days. “There's always the chance I could.. you know...”
“You could die doing anything.” JJ said firmly. “That didn't stop me from having Henry. It shouldn't stop you from caring about Elizabeth.” She put a hand on his shoulder. “Listen, Reid. I think you should file for adoption. What are they going to do, say no? I bet Hotchner would be able to witness for you, too. And you know you've got my vote.”
“Yeah...” Spencer said. His ears perked up, hearing Elizabeth crying. He sighed. They'd end up going to therapy together when this was all over. “Be right back.” He stood, and headed back towards his charge.
#
Lizzie stood in the doorway, her cheeks shining with tears, fingers in her mouth. Spencer knelt to her level. “'pencer, I no like heres...”
Spencer sighed inwardly. He wiped her tears away before picking her up. “Lizzie, it's just temporary, okay?” He rubbed her back, pacing with her. “Did you have a bad dream?”
“Uh huh. He finded us.” She clutched the agent's shirt tightly. “I no want him find us.”
“Don't you worry about that, Lizzie. It'll be alright.” Spencer pushed as much assurance into his tone that he could. “Let's go out and see JJ, okay?” He carried her back into the living room. “Hope you don't mind company, JJ.”
“It's fine.” JJ said, her voice soft. Her eyes were sad, and Spencer wondered what she was thinking about when she saw him holding the little girl in his arms. “Nightmare?”
“Yeah, I'd say so...” He sat back in spot, sitting Lizzie on his lap. The child curled up, putting her fingers back in her mouth. Reid gently removed them. “That's yucky, Lizzie.” He said softly. The agent turned back to JJ. “She thinks Owen is going to find us.”
JJ narrowed her eyes. “I don't think it will happen... not here. But I'm not sure what to do about tomorrow. She's safer when she's with us, but we have to able to work to catch that sick...” She paused as her table vibrated. Both hers, and Reid's phones ringing with message alerts.
Reid frowned, picking up his. He check the message, and he felt every muscle in his body tense. You can't hide her forever, Dr. Reid. I've got something to share with your team. Tomorrow, your headquarters. “JJ?” He turned to show her, only see the same sort of message on her phone. “This guy is clever, alright.”
“Owen makes 'puters.” Lizzie volunteered, talking around her fingers.
Reid didn't bother to pull them out this time. Instead, he stood, setting Elizabeth on the couch. “Elizabeth, what else does he do? This could be important, so we can catch him.” At any rate, the guy wasn't going to be the only one with a computer.
When Lizzie didn't volunteer anymore information, Spencer had to stop himself from groaning in frustration. He didn't know, yet, how to make her talk about the case. He glanced at JJ. His friend was rummaging in a basket next to the couch. “What are you doing?”
“Trust me.” JJ came up with a small pad, similar to the type the agents used to take notes when they were out gathering evidence and information. “Lizzie, do you remember what you told Ms. Garcia when you were talking to her earlier today? What did you tell her you wanted to do?”
“I be 'pecial adent wike him!” The little girl took her fingers out of her mouth long enough to point one at Reid. She looked proud of her choice of career, too. It warmed Reid's heart, while deepening his desire to get Owen before he could hurt the girl.
“Well, you need to practice!” JJ said grandly, sitting next to her. “Why don't you draw pictures of what Owen does. We need your help.” She gave Lizzie the pad, and a pencil. “Any piece you can give us might help us find Jessie, too.”
“I miss Dessie...” Lizzie pouted, tears forming. “Him taked her....”
“We'll do our best to find her, Lizzie.” Reid said. He knelt so that he was at eye level with her. “I promise, we're going to make sure we get Owen so that you're safe.” He was rewarded with a hug around the neck. He patted the little girl's back. “Will you help us, Lizzie?”
“I pwomise.” Lizzie said. The toddler was already scribbling on the pad. Reid hoped this would work, because they didn't have too many leads on how to find the man yet.
Fandom:Criminal Minds
Characters:Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid/JJ
Table:03
Prompt:34. Promise
Word Count:
Rating:PG
Warning: (if applicable)
Summary:JJ and Spencer spend an evening bonding, while guarding Elizabeth
Spencer returned to the living room to find Jennifer stretched out on her couch. “She's finally sleeping. Sorry that took so long.”
“No problem.” JJ sipped some of her coffee. “So, do you think they'll let you hold on to her once the investigation is over, and Owen is caught?” Her tone was earnest, her face showed genuine concern. She gestured to the other mug sitting on the coffee table in front of her. “Made you some, too.”
Spencer nodded, accepting the mug. “Thanks.” He took a sip. The young agent was surprised JJ remembered how took his coffee. They didn't do a lot of coffee together these days. “I would like to take care of her on a more permanent basis, but I don't know. There are so many things I need to think about...” He set the mug down. “I don't know if I'd be able to provide an environment conducive to child rearing.”
JJ moved over on the couch, and patted the vacant spot she'd made. “She's crazy about you, Reid. You should think about it seriously.”
Running a hand through his hair, he took the seat she offered. “Yeah, I know. I just don't want to make promises I can't actually keep.” He looked over at her. “Would you do it?”
“Sure, if the timing was right.” JJ said. Her answer surprised him. “You're good with Henry, aren't you?” Henry was Spencer's godson, and JJ's son. “He really likes you.”
“I know..” Spencer smiled. The little boy was cute, and he was always wanting to show Spencer his trucks and cars. “But I don't know if that qualifies me to take care of a little girl.” He sat back, rubbing his face. This was a discussion he'd been having with himself for the last couple of days. “There's always the chance I could.. you know...”
“You could die doing anything.” JJ said firmly. “That didn't stop me from having Henry. It shouldn't stop you from caring about Elizabeth.” She put a hand on his shoulder. “Listen, Reid. I think you should file for adoption. What are they going to do, say no? I bet Hotchner would be able to witness for you, too. And you know you've got my vote.”
“Yeah...” Spencer said. His ears perked up, hearing Elizabeth crying. He sighed. They'd end up going to therapy together when this was all over. “Be right back.” He stood, and headed back towards his charge.
#
Lizzie stood in the doorway, her cheeks shining with tears, fingers in her mouth. Spencer knelt to her level. “'pencer, I no like heres...”
Spencer sighed inwardly. He wiped her tears away before picking her up. “Lizzie, it's just temporary, okay?” He rubbed her back, pacing with her. “Did you have a bad dream?”
“Uh huh. He finded us.” She clutched the agent's shirt tightly. “I no want him find us.”
“Don't you worry about that, Lizzie. It'll be alright.” Spencer pushed as much assurance into his tone that he could. “Let's go out and see JJ, okay?” He carried her back into the living room. “Hope you don't mind company, JJ.”
“It's fine.” JJ said, her voice soft. Her eyes were sad, and Spencer wondered what she was thinking about when she saw him holding the little girl in his arms. “Nightmare?”
“Yeah, I'd say so...” He sat back in spot, sitting Lizzie on his lap. The child curled up, putting her fingers back in her mouth. Reid gently removed them. “That's yucky, Lizzie.” He said softly. The agent turned back to JJ. “She thinks Owen is going to find us.”
JJ narrowed her eyes. “I don't think it will happen... not here. But I'm not sure what to do about tomorrow. She's safer when she's with us, but we have to able to work to catch that sick...” She paused as her table vibrated. Both hers, and Reid's phones ringing with message alerts.
Reid frowned, picking up his. He check the message, and he felt every muscle in his body tense. You can't hide her forever, Dr. Reid. I've got something to share with your team. Tomorrow, your headquarters. “JJ?” He turned to show her, only see the same sort of message on her phone. “This guy is clever, alright.”
“Owen makes 'puters.” Lizzie volunteered, talking around her fingers.
Reid didn't bother to pull them out this time. Instead, he stood, setting Elizabeth on the couch. “Elizabeth, what else does he do? This could be important, so we can catch him.” At any rate, the guy wasn't going to be the only one with a computer.
When Lizzie didn't volunteer anymore information, Spencer had to stop himself from groaning in frustration. He didn't know, yet, how to make her talk about the case. He glanced at JJ. His friend was rummaging in a basket next to the couch. “What are you doing?”
“Trust me.” JJ came up with a small pad, similar to the type the agents used to take notes when they were out gathering evidence and information. “Lizzie, do you remember what you told Ms. Garcia when you were talking to her earlier today? What did you tell her you wanted to do?”
“I be 'pecial adent wike him!” The little girl took her fingers out of her mouth long enough to point one at Reid. She looked proud of her choice of career, too. It warmed Reid's heart, while deepening his desire to get Owen before he could hurt the girl.
“Well, you need to practice!” JJ said grandly, sitting next to her. “Why don't you draw pictures of what Owen does. We need your help.” She gave Lizzie the pad, and a pencil. “Any piece you can give us might help us find Jessie, too.”
“I miss Dessie...” Lizzie pouted, tears forming. “Him taked her....”
“We'll do our best to find her, Lizzie.” Reid said. He knelt so that he was at eye level with her. “I promise, we're going to make sure we get Owen so that you're safe.” He was rewarded with a hug around the neck. He patted the little girl's back. “Will you help us, Lizzie?”
“I pwomise.” Lizzie said. The toddler was already scribbling on the pad. Reid hoped this would work, because they didn't have too many leads on how to find the man yet.
