64Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds.
A/N: Shout out to Yami Nati for being the 50th reviewer for this story and also a shout out to criminalmindsrocks, fishtrek, Fashionista7, lolyncut, Guest (Wish for a first name if you don't have an account) for reviewing chapter seven.
Writer's block for this story and being told that another story was boring three chapters in really sucks.
Update on the coronavirus outbreak, there are now 11 cases and one death in the Wisconsin county I live in while the governor has decided that the stay safe at home order get extended until May 26th.
This chapter ends a few hours after the last chapter on June 16th of 2020 so Max is still 21-weeks pregnant at the beginning of the chapter while the country is opened back up.
Teensy bit of content that can be rated M, but I made sure to use T-rated terms.
Spencer walked into his and Max's house and placed his messenger bag by the front door before locking the door and arming the security system while Max who was reading a book on Renaissance art looked at her husband.
"How was your day?" asked Max.
Spencer walked over to the couch and sat down next to Max, "Aside from consulting on a total of 15 cases today, someone who I haven't seen or heard from in over 11 years finally had the nerve to show up at the Hoover Building this afternoon."
Max closed her book, "Your father?" asked Max.
Spencer nodded as he explained everything that happened during his father's visit until he had to leave for his lecture at the academy.
When Spencer was done explaining the visit, he looked at his wife who was squeezing two stress balls, "Are you mad that I told him that I can't let him waltz back into my life?" asked Spencer.
Max nodded, "Despite the two-day long reunion you had with him so you can learn the truth about your dead childhood friend and finding out that he kept track of you online, he hasn't been an active part of your life for over 28 years or answered you phone calls when your mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. If I was in the room with you, I would have also told him to go back to Las Vegas and forget about you, Opal, Jasper, and me while adding a few choice words that aren't even appropriate for Sammy to hear," said Max as she started to tell her husband what she would say.
When Max was done explaining what she would say to her father-in-law, she smirked at the tent she saw poking through her husband's pants, "I guess that my anger and colorful language got you turned on," said Max.
Spencer blushed as he shifted in his spot, "You're beautiful when you're angry."
Max laughed, "I might as well unhitch your tent before we order pizza for dinner," said Max as she got off the couch and grabbed her husband's tie and dragged him towards the stairs that led to their bedroom.
The next morning Spencer and Hotch who had recently moved back to Washington D.C. because of Jack wanting to finish high school with the friends he had to leave while Hotch decided to teach criminal law to criminology students at George Washington University students were at a diner near the university when Hotch looked at Spencer who was pushing his scrambled eggs around his plate, "Dave told me about the visitor you had yesterday. Are you OK?" asked Hotch.
Spencer sighed, "I'm upset that my student overstepped boundaries and took the matters into his own hands and contacted my father about Opal and Jasper and I'm already planning on dealing with that student today after class."
"What did you tell your father?" asked Hotch.
"I ended up telling him that because of him not being there for me when I tried to contact him about mom being diagnosed with Dementia, hearing that I'm about to become a father doesn't allow him to waltz back into my life," said Spencer just as he groaned when he saw his father entering the diner with his student Brandon causing him to groan, "You've got to be kidding me."
"What's wrong?" asked Hotch.
Spencer pointed over where he saw his father scanning the crowded diner with Brandon, "I told him to go back to Las Vegas."
"Are you going to deal with your father?" asked Hotch.
Spencer nodded, "I'll need to tell him that he needs to catch the next flight to Las Vegas or I'll be filing a restraining order against him. I'll also be telling Brandon that I'll be letting the head of the criminology department that I can't handle having Brandon as one of my students anymore since he overstepped personal boundaries."
"I'll go with you to talk to the head of the criminology department as your witness," said Hotch.
30 seconds later William and Brandon approached Spencer and Hotch.
"Good morning, Professor Reid. Good morning, Professor Hotchner," said Brandon.
"Can you please let me get to know my grandchildren?" asked William.
Spencer looked at his father, "I already told you to forget about my wife, your unborn grandchildren, and me and fly back to Las Vegas yesterday afternoon."
"Why can't I see your mom? I tried visiting her at Bennington a few weeks ago, but they told me that you moved her out here and they refused to tell me where your mother is now staying," said William.
"I'm now taking my mom's safety seriously and created a list of who is allowed to visit her or remove her from her care home and they have to call me if someone who isn't on the list of approved visitors or call the police if I can't be reached," said Spencer before taking a breath, "Plus mom forgot about you a few months ago, so it wouldn't be good if mom saw you."
Hotch looked at William, "As a former criminal prosecutor who used to be your son's boss, you should be lucky that I didn't call my contacts and had your license to practice law revoked when I first learned about the crimes you committed when Spencer was 10-years-old. You should be lucky that Spencer had an aunt and uncle to help make sure that his mother didn't kill him or seriously injured him or you would have ended up in prison for child endangerment."
Spencer nodded, "If you don't catch the next flight back to Las Vegas, I'll be filing a restraining order against you and the restraining order won't allow you to see or contact my mom, wife, your soon to be born grandchildren and me since I've been ordered not to get overstressed so I don't develop post-traumatic epilepsy. Hotch here and Agent Rossi have been much better fathers to me than you ever had and I'm glad that they both agreed to be grandfathers to my children."
At that moment William slapped his son's face causing everyone's eyes in the diner to go wide while a police officer who had just ordered some coffee to run over to Spencer, Hotch, William, and Brandon and handcuffed William.
The officer instantly recognized Spencer, "Are you OK, Dr. Reid?" asked Officer Calum Daniels.
Spencer took a breath, "Even though I'll bruise, I'll be OK."
Officer Daniel's noticed how red Spencer's cheek was, "You look like that you're going to have a nice bruise. Do you want to press charges against your father?" asked Officer Daniels.
Spencer sighed, "I want to file a restraining order against my father who needs to just go back to Las Vegas."
Officer Daniels looked at William, "I'll have your son file a restraining order against you, but then you'll be flying back to Las Vegas today."
William looked at his son, "Since you're refusing to let me get to know my grandchildren and you're now filing a restraining order against me, you and my grandchildren I'll make sure that you never get money from me after I die."
Spencer shook his head, "My kids and I won't need anything from you since I'll now be earning over $300,000 a year while I get to live in my new house rent-free all year long as long as I teach three classes a week each semester," said Spencer before looking at Officer Daniels, "I'll be at the station to fill out paperwork soon. I just need to talk to Brandon about his actions."
"OK," said Officer Daniels.
As soon as William was led away, Spencer looked at Brandon, "After I'm done at D.C. Metro, I'll be arranging a meeting for us to meet with the head of the criminology department for us."
"Why?" asked Brandon.
"It seems like being a criminology major isn't for you," said Spencer before taking a deep breath, "If you're serious on becoming a future profiler for the F.B.I., you should have profiled that my father isn't a part of my life when you saw that there were no photographs of my father displayed in my office or on my desk in my classroom or you could have just asked me if I told my dad about Opal's and Jasper's upcoming births instead of deciding to overstep boundaries and decided to take the matters into your own hands by calling my father. You placed me in a stressful situation that could have triggered a seizure if I wasn't able to remain calm," said Spencer.
"Then why did you tell all of your students and me that you're married and about to become a father?" asked Brandon.
"When I started teaching a few years ago, a lot of female students started to audit my classes. To prevent having female students from auditing, I decided that everyone needed to know on the first day of class that I'm happily married and will be a father this fall and no one should audit criminology classes to just admire one of the youngest professors on campus if they're not going to work for the police or the F.B.I. someday," said Spencer before shaking his head, "Trying to have me patch everything up with my father isn't going to help you earn my letter of recommendation to get into the F.B.I. National Academy."
"Or even a letter of recommendation from me," said Hotch.
"You're a smart student who has a bright future, but since you're too focused on trying to have me reconnect with my father, you should consider becoming a family therapist instead of an F.B.I. agent since F.B.I. agents don't counsel broken families back together."
Three hours later Spencer, Hotch, and Brandon were in the head of the criminology department's office where Spencer explained Brandon's inappropriate actions and not being able to have Brandon as a student to the head of the criminology department and a few other people before it was decided that Brandon will be suspended for the rest of the summer while he'll have to change majors before the beginning of the fall term while Spencer was given the 10 days off to deal with the events with his father.
An hour after Spencer's meeting with the head of the criminology department, Spencer was carrying a bouquet of roses into Max's office at the Smithsonian where Max looked up from her desk, "Shouldn't you be teaching right now?" asked Max.
"I have the day off after what happened during breakfast," said Spencer.
Max's eyes went wide when she saw the redness on her husband's face, "What happened?" asked Max.
Spencer sat down and started to explain what happened.
When Spencer was finished, Max looked at her husband, "How are you feeling about this morning's events?" asked Max.
Spencer took a breath, "I'm relieved that I won't have to deal with my father again since I filed for a restraining order."
Max looked at the clock in her office and saw that it was only noon, "Since I don't have any classes to teach today, why don't I take the rest of the day off?" asked Max.
"Why not take the next 10 off instead?" asked Spencer.
"Why?" asked Max.
"Both the Director of the F.B.I. and my boss at the university both gave me the next 10 off since I have a TA who is well-equipped to take over my classes for a while, so why don't we go on your promised honeymoon by going on a road trip and find a place where we can stay for a few days?" asked Spencer.
Max grinned, "Even though we'll have to spread out our road trip by two days, can we please visit Cape Cod? I always wanted to visit Cape Cod ever since I watched the four-part episodes of "Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life" and the newest version of "Little Women" with my sisters."
Spencer smiled, "Then we'll drive to Cape Cod and find a place to stay along Cape Cod as long as we visit Plymouth and Nantucket."
"Plymouth and Nantucket are on my list of towns to visit along Cape Cod," said Max.
A minute later Max got permission from her boss to take the next week off and sent off a mass email to let everyone know that her art classes for the next 10 days were canceled before she and Spencer headed home so they could pack their suitcases and Max got hold of her gynecologist who approved her last-minute trip to Cape Cod before they got into Max's car and started their road trip to Cape Cod.
A/N: I hope that Cape Cod is a great place for a belated honeymoon for Spencer and a 21-week pregnant Max.
