Chapter 4: A Vacation Cancelled

JJ smiled as she was helping her husband pack his things for his trip to Las Vegas. "Did you find Isabelle's monkey?" he asked

"It was in her playpen like I said it was," she replied.

Spencer pushed his hair from his eyes, letting out a deep breath. "Why are you so nervous?" she asked as she fixed the collar of his shirt.

"I haven't seen my mom since we got married," he replied simply.

His wife smiled sadly, resting her hands on her husband's waist. Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to his lips. "Maybe her finally seeing her granddaughter will help things between you two," she commented. His arms went around her back as she rested her head on his chest.

"Wish you were coming with us," he murmured.

"I don't get the same vacation time as you, besides, think of this as a daddy/daughter trip," she answered.

He rested his forehead against the top of her head, breathing in her beautiful scent that was so intoxicating to him. JJ smiled, moving her hand up and down his back when they heard Isabelle over the baby monitor. "Dada! Mama!" Isabelle called.

"Hopefully she does alright with planes," he commented as they went to go get her.

"I'm sure she'll be fine," she answered, holding his hand as they went down the hall.

"So what are you going to do while we're not going to be here?" he asked.

"I'm going to look over cases for you guys to get started on when you get back," she replied, making him smile.

Walking into the nursery, they found their daughter standing up in her crib, done with her afternoon nap. "Hey there, Belle! Are you ready to go on a trip with dada?" she asked, picking her up.

"Dada!" Isabelle answered, pointing at Spencer.

"Yep, that's dada," JJ said smiling.

She kissed the side of her daughter's head, letting out a sigh. They were never really separated for long, it was going to especially be new to come home to an empty house. Spencer stroked his wife's cheek with a smile. "We need to get going, we have a flight to catch," he murmured as he took Isabelle and placed her on the changing table.

They got Isabelle ready to go, they loaded the car up with their stuff before they got in and JJ drove off towards the airport.

Checking in their bags and getting their tickets ready, the small family stood outside of the security check where JJ couldn't go any further. Spencer pulled his wife close, kissing her shoulder softly as her arms went around his back. "I love you," he murmured.

"I love you too, tell your mom I say "hi"?" she asked.

"Sure thing," he replied.

Pulling back, he kissed her lightly while resting his hand on the back of her neck. Her hand moved up his arm as she kissed him back. Ending their kiss gently, Spencer rested his forehead against hers while her thumb moved along his jaw. Letting him go, she took Isabelle into her arms. "Be good for dada ok?" she told her daughter.

"Mama," Isabelle answered.

JJ pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before placing her back into Spencer's arms. "Have a good flight," she told him.

"We will," he answered.

Waving, he carried Isabelle through security while his wife stood back and watched them go. Once they were cleared, she watched them head toward their gate until they were completely out of her sight. Letting out a deep breath, she twisted her wedding ring around on her finger as she left the airport.

Arriving at the BAU later that day, JJ walked over to Garcia's office. "You aren't with the others?" Garcia asked.

"Oh I don't get the same vacation time as they do," she replied as she sat down.

The analyst stared at her friend intently with a smile. "What?" JJ asked.

"So, how long did you think you were going to hide this from me?" Garcia asked, holding up a manila envelope, "I could've just showed you on my computer system but I thought this was fun."

"What is it?" JJ asked curiously.

"I always do a little fishing on people who join the team, this is your profile," she replied.

She placed the envelope in front of the smaller blond, who was staring at it with wide eyes. "Why didn't you tell us that you are our resident genius's famous wife that we have heard about for so long but never seen?" Garcia asked. JJ pulled up a chair.

"Garcia, we made it that way so we can protect ourselves and our baby girl," JJ replied, "You can't tell anyone."

"Keep this from the rest of the team? You guys have a kid?!" Garcia exclaimed.

JJ hushed her, getting up from the chair she quickly closed the door. "Yes," she answered, "Her name is Isabelle, she's a year old now."

"This is big…I mean, huge!" Garcia exclaimed.

"Yes, but only Hotch and Gideon now. Spence and I want to keep it that way so we can keep Isabelle safe if anyone got a hold of our files, no one would know about her," she answered, "That's why my file that everyone else can see says I am single. How did you get this?"

"I have my way, Peaches," Garcia answered.

JJ felt her heart leap into her throat as she stared at the file that Garcia handed her and looked it over. "Who knew Reid liked the older women," Garcia quipped.

"Only by a year," JJ answered, rolling her eyes slightly.

"Can I see a picture of your little girl?" Garcia asked excitedly.

Smiling, she put the papers back on the desk when Garcia took them and threw them in the shredder. "Your secret's safe with me, Peaches," she assured her.

"Thank you," JJ said softly.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a picture of Spencer and Isabelle, showing it to Garcia. "This was taken on Isabelle's birthday this year," she told Garcia

"Oh how precious!" Garcia said excitedly, "Look at Reid being all Daddy."

"He loves being a father too," JJ answered

"Well no wonder, she's an adorable little girl, look at those eyes," Garcia said smiling.

JJ was smiling as she looked at the picture. "So, where is the little one?" she asked.

"She's with her dad, heading to Vegas for vacation. He has a few things he wants to take care of and wants to spend quality time with Isabelle while he does it," JJ replied

Garcia nodded her head slowly, but she was still grinning from ear to ear. "Who knew Spencer Reid would get caught in a tall, gorgeous blonde's net," she quipped. JJ laughed a little as she put the picture back in her pocket.

"Actually, he caught me," she answered, smiling.

Reaching into her shirt, she pulled out her wedding rings, showing them to Garcia. "What a rock!" Garcia exclaimed, taking the rings into her hands.

"He has taste," JJ answered, "Modest without flashy. That's how we work."

Garcia stared at the ring for a few more minutes before handing it back to her friend. "How long do you plan on keeping this from the team?" she asked.

"As long as possible," JJ replied.

In Vegas, Spencer was getting Isabelle ready for their visit with his mom. "Dada," Isabelle said beaming.

"What are you grinning at?" Spencer asked smiling

Reaching into his messenger bag, he pulled out her stuffed giraffe, making it walk up her legs. The baby shrieked, reaching for the big stuffed animal, holding it tightly in her arms. "We're supposed to see grandma today," he commented.

"Gamma," Isabelle said softly.

Smiling, he touched his daughter's blond curls before he picked her up into his arms. Grabbing his bag, they left to go to the mental hospital.

Arriving at the hospital, Spencer was holding Isabelle on his hip. The one-year-old was playing with the strap of her daddy's messenger bag, not understanding what was going on. As long as daddy was holding her everything was okay. "I heard a rumor you were here," his mother's doctor stated, making him look over.

"How is she doing?" he asked.

"Schizophrenia is a lifetime illness. The meds have stabilized most of her symptoms but she still has bad days. What makes her most happy are her journals, your daily letters, and the pictures of this little one, hello," she cooed to Isabelle who beamed at her.

She looked back at spencer. "She is exceptionally proud of you," she added.

"She is?" he asked.

"Talks about you all the time, to anyone who will listen. Staff, other patients, her journals build with the cases you write her about as well as about the family you have. She calls them your adventures," she answered

Spencer smiled, holding Isabelle closer to him, kissing her forehead softly. "My mom has the belief that you can find adventure all around you if you just look," he said smiling a little, "That's what happens when you're a professor of 15th Century Literature."

"Oh she's going to be so happy to see you and Isabelle in person," the doctor answered.

The idea of going to talk to his mother suddenly made him freeze, all of the fears he had about becoming like his mother or even Isabelle becoming like her came back to the front of his head. "Maybe it's best if I let her rest today," he stated.

"Rest?" the doctor asked curiously.

"Yeah, I'll come back tomorrow," he answered.

"But she's…" the doctor try to say.

Spencer held out a package. "Can you give this to her? It's Margery Kemp her favorite," he added. The doctor looked at the package, the woman was obviously confused by the way this young man was reacting.

"It would be really good for her if you…" she started to say.

"Thank you so much, thanks," he answered as he left the room.

He held Isabelle close as his daughter yawned. "Yeah, almost naptime isn't it?" he asked smiling.

"Excuse me, Dr. Reid?" an orderly called out.

Looking over, the woman stood up from the table. "This came for you," she told him. Frowning, he signed for the package before taking it. Setting Isabelle into her stroller, he opened the envelope and found a skeleton key inside.

Several hours later, the entire team had regrouped because of the fact someone had sent them many clues and Garcia's computer system crashed, which meant everyone was vulnerable. Needing a moment, JJ stepped outside of the building, crossing her arms over her chest. "JJ?" Spencer called out, as he opened the door.

"Is Isabelle safe, Spence? Please tell me she's okay," JJ insisted.

"She's fine, she's perfectly fine," he answered, hugging her.

Hugging him back, she rested her forehead against his shoulder as she started calm down a little. "She's not a target, if she was we would've see a clue by now," he pointed out. Knowing that he was right, JJ felt a little better knowing that her daughter wasn't a target. They also knew that the unsub had to have known about Isabelle if he knew everything else about them.

"How is it that he hasn't revealed all of our secrets to each other?" she asked.

"I think our marriage, and our family isn't part of the quest he has sent us on," he replied.

JJ closed her eyes, letting him go. "You okay now?" he asked.

"Yeah, I just want to get this done then go home to her," she replied.

Spencer nodded, gripping her hand briefly before they went back inside to solve the case.

Spencer winced as his wife was checking the back of his leg. "A little bit of a burn, but you'll live," she answered, standing up. Sighing, he looked at his wife. "Don't you scare me like that again, Spencer Reid," she told him, making him chuckle. Resting his forehead against hers he ran his hands up and down her arms as she rested her forehead against his shoulder.

"Is my mom still here?" he asked.

"Yep," she replied.

Pulling his pants back up, Spencer pulled his wife kissed her tenderly. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him back.

Walking downstairs, he stopped on the scene in the living room. Isabelle was staring at a book intently while Diana was reading to the little girl. JJ stood beside her husband, their arms moving around each other as they watched the image before them. "Mom, how do you like your granddaughter?" Spencer asked, making her look up.

"She's as smart as you are, Spencer. She has quite the mind," she answered smiling.

"Mind if we join?" JJ asked.

"Don't see why not, it is your home," Diana answered with a slight smirk as the two adults sat on the couch.

Isabelle put her hand on the book as if telling her grandmother she wanted to hear more. "Well, as you wish," Diana said smiling as she kissed her granddaughter's forehead before she continued on with the story while her son and daughter-in-law watched and listened. Enjoying the peace after another successful case.