Hey guys, so this is new and this is way out of my comfort zone so I hope it's going to be good. Like always this came to me in philosophy ('cause that's pretty much the only place where new ideas hit me). It will be slash for those who hadn't understood.

I don't have a beta (I still need to find one) so all mistakes are mine.

Spencer Reid looked like he was barely 18 years old. In reality, he was drawing close to three hundred years. In human years, he'd be around 24, maybe 25 years old. Angels didn't age the same way as humans. Spencer wasn't a guardian angel… at least not technically.

He'd passed the tests some two centuries ago with flying colors. He passed, every once in a while, the refresh tests as to keep his license active. But that kind of work didn't really interest him.

Both his parents were active, on duty guardian angels. His mother presently worked in a sanitarium of Las Vegas, pretending to be a patient. His father portrayed a lawyer in New York. He, himself, was perfectly content with his job.

He was working in a school for small angels. His students' age range from 30 to 45 years… so about 5 to 7 human years old. He was watching over his group when a little girl half-walked, half-flew to him. She sat down next to him and sighed.

"What's going on Phoenix? Why aren't you playing with the others?"
"They're talking about my parents again."
"I'm sorry, sweetie."

Spencer internally sighed. Phoenix was in a weird case. Angels didn't die easily, but her father died before she wasn't even born. A few months after her birth, her mother had died too. At the time, Spencer had worked in the nursery. He had automatically formed a bond with the child and had started to care for her. 40 years later, when he was offered a teaching position in the equivalent of an elementary school, he had taken it without hesitation.

He went back to caring for Phoenix. More than once he had thought of asking for the little girl's custody, but he knew it would be rejected. In the eyes of the angels, we was way too young. In many ways, he was still just a child. Instead he had settled to take care of her as a teacher and a brotherly figure. He still felt like a father most of the time.

"Can you read me Tangled tonight?" Phoenix asked him, pulling him from his thoughts.
"Sure thing. Come on, recess is over. Time to learn about being an angel… and read!"
"Yes!" Phoenix said, running to her classroom.

Spencer chuckled lightly and started to gather the other kids, making sure everyone was going back to class. He was about to enter his classroom when the principal of the school motioned him over.

"What can I do for you?" Spencer asked.
"The council wishes to talk to you."
"Me? Why?"
"I do not know. I only deliver messages and they wish to speak to you now."
"Now? What about my class?"
"Your class will be taken care of. Go on now."

Spencer nodded and started walking towards the council chambers. What could the council want with him?

Derek*Spencer

Derek Morgan was 27 years old, a cop and a single father of a 6 years old baby girl. A couple of years back, Derek had a relationship with a girl. He had really thought he was in love at first. But he had soon realized it wasn't the case. So he had broken things off. They had been separated for about two months when she showed up, knocking on his door one evening.

She was pregnant.

After that, everything had seemed to be okay. They weren't getting back together, but for the sake of their unborn child, they would try and get along. They met their daughter on the 21st of April and she was amazing. She was the light of Derek's world. He had suggested the name Phoebe and her mother had no objections.

One night, Natalia hadn't showed up to pick Phoebe up. He left many voicemails, but she didn't call back. 36 hours later, exasperated, Derek drove to her apartment. The place had been cleaned out. Natalia was gone.

At barely 22 years old he found himself still in police academy with a 6 months baby. Not that he regretted anything. As previously stated Phoebe was the center of his world. But he wouldn't have made it without the help of his family and his friends.

His mother and his two sisters had been amazing. They had taken care of his baby girl and had threatened to kick his ass if he so much as thought about quitting the academy again.

Then, there had been his childhood best friend, Penelope. She had been there at every turn, already knowing what he wanted or needed.

Finally there had been his friends from the academy: Emily Prentiss and Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner. They had covered for him more times than he could remember and they just loved Phoebe like she was their own.

Even now that Hotch was in Virginia for a few months, he still talked to Phoebe every 10 to 14 days at the most. Normally, they'd talk every three days.

She got to see Prentiss all the time. As uniforms, they had been placed in different precincts. But when they were both promoted to detectives in Robbery-Homicide, they had been partnered up.

And it's that job that explained why he was presently running around, trying to gather his and Phoebe's stuff to drop her off at his mother's.

"Come on Phoebe, we got to get you to grandma's."
"Daddy, I can't find Suze."

Derek sighed and closed his eyes. Phoebe never went anywhere without Suze. He was about to murder someone when the doorbell rang. He never got to answer it though as Penelope walked in the house.

"What are you doing here?" Derek asked, surprised.
"Your mom called. Get out before you're late to your own crime scene."
"Thanks, baby girl. I owe you."
"Just one more then."

Derek smiled before saying his goodbyes to the two girls. He got out of the house and almost ran to his car.

So, what did you think? Please review, even if it's just a word. Tell me if I should continue this or not.

Love, Anne