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The team was down in New Orleans and Spencer could feel the nostalgia flow over him. When he was just a boy his father had made a deal with a Cajun devil selling Spencer off to pay his dues, but Papa Boudreaux was a fair man. Instead of putting Spencer to work he made him kin within this teaching him the ways of the family. Spencer got the best education, a best friend, and a family from the transaction; it was probably the best gift his father had ever given him.
Now walking through the streets provided him with more than enough friendly faces both assassin and thief alike. Catching the open mischief in a brunette thief’s eye made a pang of pain flair through his chest making him miss his husband all the more.
The case was supposed to be simple: a serial arsonist was burning down police buildings. But as soon as Spencer saw the board of evidence and case files, his resolved hardened and the urge to call the assassins grew. After all this was their town and someone was trying to burn it to the ground.
Spencer had been staring at the board for long moments Hotch’s eyes lingering on him before JJ interrupted, “Hey someone from another precinct is here to talk to you, Hotch.”
The man pulled his gaze way from the youngest member and nodded to the women. His mind was still on Spencer’s hard gaze and tense shoulders as he made himself walk towards the other conference room where the officer was waiting.
Spencer felt the eyes of his team as they observed his change in behavior so taking a deep breath, he pushed the anger to the pit of his stomach and rolled out the tension in his shoulder. He with a faint smile, remembering his training with Bella, turned towards Rossi, “It seems he is going in a random pattern,” Spencer paused gathering his thoughts, “Perhaps it would be wise to look at the different transactions police had with locals, the types of cases they have been working, and the individuals they have taken into custody.”
Rossi nodded a hand on his chin deeply passing a finger over his beard, “They might be looking into someone or something that our unsub does not want them too.” He nodded again eyes still flickering over the board.
Morgan shared a look with Prentiss before with a small smirk asked the youngest member of the team, “Let me guess you want that printed out.”
Spencer wrinkled his nose at his friend’s tone before nodding, “That would be nice, yes.” Spencer internally sighed; he liked to have paper copies because it was so easy to get lost within the emotions and thoughts that get trapped within the internet. Besides growing up with the assassins provided that things were not done electronically as they were too traceable.
Hotch soon came back in with heavy eyes and a tense line to his shoulders, “The department on Sanctuary Drive is not willing to offer any help they are not required by law too.”
Spencer had to internally withhold a snort, this was New Orleans after all, the police were either clean as a whistle or bought out by the guilds. Spencer might just have to send Julien over to have a little talk with them.
Hotch’s eyes take in the body language of his team, each tired and tense from the long flight and difficult case in front of them, “Let’s head in for the night.”
Morgan raises an eyebrow in surprise, “Really?”
Spencer shook his head, “I would actually like to stay for a little longer.”
Hotch shook his head, “No let’s head in and look at this with fresh eyes tomorrow its already almost five. We could all use some food and rest.”
JJ cleared her throat as the team turned to pack up, “I was actually thinking that we could go and grab some food with a retired police officer I know. He offered some insight but didn’t really want to come into the department.”
Hotch nodded a faint nonexistent smile ghosting over his features. Spencer expanded his shields to get a feel for what his friend was feeling, and a small nervous giddy feeling hit him from her thoughts. He gave a nod and sighed out loud, “I suppose we should get some food.”
The team rolled their eyes slightly about his response but smiled, nonetheless. Rossi snorted, “Well if its Spencer approved.”
Spencer felt a flush of injustice within his chest but quickly forced the feeling down. He forced a small smile to cross his features as he followed the team out.
The team arrived at a small diner and Spencer’s forced smile became more genuine. He remembered coming here a number of times to get po’boys with a nice detective that often picked Remy, Bella, and him when they were causing more than their fair share of trouble.
Walking in Spencer felt a heavy flush of surprise when he saw the man who had just flown through his thoughts. The man rose pulling JJ into a light hug, conflicting feelings rushing through his mind, he turned to the rest of the group.
Spencer hardly heard as JJ introduced them each. The old detective smiled widely when she reached Spencer, he interrupted JJ before she could introduce him, “Now I know this T couillion, right here.” (T is slang for little and couillion is slang for a nice way to say rascal).
Spencer felt a laugh bubble out of him as he flushed, “Bonjour vieux.” (Hello, old man.)
The older man laughed and pulled Spencer into hug. Surprise passed over the team’s faces as Spencer went willingly into the man’s hug. JJ cleared her throat as Spencer pulled back a smile curling around the corners of his mouth, “You two know each other?”
Mr. LaMontagne rolled his eyes at his son’s wife, “Ey I would say. I knew Penny here when he was just a l’ttle couillion always causing trouble.”
Spencer nodded mischief clear in his face, “Someone had to keep you on your toes vieux.” (Old man).
He waved them over to a table, “Come sit I got ahnvee for a chevrette po’boy.” (Come sit I got a craving for a shrimp po’boy).
Hotch nodded eyeing their youngest member as he comfortably took a sit beside the older man. Morgan asked the question that was everyone’s tongues, “How do you know Reid?”
Confusion filled the older man’s features and Spencer turned to him with a half-smile, “I changed my name back to my mother’s maid name when I knew I was going to join the FBI.”
Mr. LaMontagne nodded, “Makes sense,” He paused looking over the group of agents at the table, “I knew Penny when he was a teen.” He spoke plainly taking the accent out of his words.
Spencer turned his head looking over the man slight confusion crossing his features. He asked the older man softly telepathically, “Why did you say it like that?”
The older man’s eyes softened even more and spoke back through the link, “They don’t understand the way you do couillion.”
Spencer sighed, “I know.” He pushed the man a feeling of warm affection before closing the link.
Rossi looked over the two noticing their silent exchange and then jokingly asked, “What was Reid a troublemaker in his teens?”
The old detective busted out in laughter as their dinner was placed in front of them, “Ey you could say that. I don’t know the number of times I caught the lot of them up to no good.”
Spencer spurted and playfully put his hand to his chest, “Why I never.”
The old detective only laughed harder. Morgan paused from taking a bite of his sandwich, “Wait are you serious?”
JJ looked between the two men jealousy in the pit of her stomach she could never quite make the old man like her and Spencer comes in and already has the man laughing. The whole thing doesn’t sit quite right with her.
Mr. LaMontagne nodded laughter still lacing his features and Hotch raised an eyebrow at their youngest member. Reid puts his hands up, “It wasn’t only me blame Remy and Bell too.”
“How are the lot of them anyway?” Mr. LaMontagne asked softly.
Spencer had the softest expression come over his features the team had ever seen, “Bella is good since she took over the family business things have been going well. I like to think she is happy and apparently if what our dear brother tells me is true, she has found a beau she hasn’t quite told us about yet.”
The retired detective asked a teasing look laced with fondness in his eyes, “And Remy?”
The expression on Spencer’s face got even softer if that was possible and he said a little breathlessly, “Remy is good as well. He has been teaching art, and mischief I’m sure,” He rolls his even more fondly, “to teens like us in New York. He has been working with a team of his own as I am sure you know, but we have been making it work even with the distance.” Spencer paused as if gathering his thoughts, “He seems happy.”
A nod followed Spencer’s statement and a soft, “I’m glad.”
JJ felt the jealous reach a boiling point and loudly asked, “What did you want to tell us about our case?”
Spencer looked at his po’boy confusion lightly taking over his features as he took in her emotions before turning to his po’boy happiness swirling in his stomach as he took a bite of the food that told him he was home.
A sharp look overtook William LaMontagne’s weathered features as he took in his daughter-in-law’s harsh words, “I heard from one of my connections on the street that your arsonist is targeting police connections with guilds.”
JJ raised an eyebrow, “The guilds are a myth.”
The old man snorted, “And where did you hear that from? My son?” JJ’s expression was all the answer William needed, “My son is a damn capon.” (My son is a damn coward)
Spencer soke softly, “The guilds aren’t a myth.”
JJ finally reached the point where she exploded, “How would you know Reid!”
Spencer sighed looking uncomfortable, “I was raised around here, okay?”
Hotch seeing JJ’s twisted expression and the way Spencer was closing himself off interrupted, “So what does this mean for our investigation?”
Mr. LaMontagne shifted his focus to Hotch, “The guilds aren’t going to make themselves know unless they have too, but it will give you more of a frame of reference for what to look for.”
The team took in the man’s words thanking him for sharing and paying for their meal before heading out lost in their thoughts about a case surrounded by myths and fires.
That night when they reached their hotel each heading off to their room in pairs not many words are spoken. Spencer rooming with Morgan was preparing himself for teasing when Morgan gently asked, “I thought you grew up in Vegas?”
Spencer sighed taking a seat on his bed, “I did until I was about eight,” Spencer’s lip curled in a snarl, “My father had some debts he had to pay off and my mother was in no place to take care of me so he,” Spencer paused again, “he basically gave me in place of his debts. The Boudreaux’s took me in more for my safety than his reward. They raised me here in New Orleans as one of their own.”
Derek nodded but still asked, “Why didn’t you tell us any of that before?”
Spencer looked away for a moment then spoke softly hurt feeling his voice, “It’s embarrassing that my father would have sold me to whoever to pay off his debts. I got lucky with my family.”
Derek nodded understanding his friend. He had a teasing smile when he asked, “And this Remy fella?”
Spencer’s face softened again, and Derek realized it was a soft love filled expression, “He’s,” Spencer paused gently rolling his eyes skyward, “Remy.”
Silence fell over the room as they got ready for bed before silently falling into bed.
Spencer woke with a start as an uncomfortable warmth flowed over him and smoke clouded his vision. His training kicked in as he jumped shaking his friend, “Derek! We got to go now!”
Spencer grabbed his friend’s arm and pulled him to his feet as Derek blinked sleep mixed smoke out of his eyes. Spencer pulled with strength Derek didn’t know he possessed till the man was out of the room and moving of his own accord. The pair started banging on doors as they rushed to the stairwell. Hotch, Rossi, and the girls rushed out of their rooms clothed in only their night clothes as Spencer pulled the fire alarm that had yet to sound. The group and others rushed down the stairs until they met the safety of the street.
The agents watched as their hotel burned in front of them fear firm in their eyes. Spencer sighed reaching out to his sister mentally finding her still wake, “Our hotel was targeted burned to the ground someone at the police department is compromised.”
He felt Bella Donna, the leader of the assassins, responded, “He’s a capon burning y’all while you sleep. Should we take his joie de vivre, brother?” (He’s a coward burning you all while you sleep. Should we take his joy of life, brother?)
Spencer felt a small smirk pull to the corners of his mouth, “Not yet, but if this case doesn’t get moving, I think we just have to show our bon ami a little southern hospitality.” (Not yet, but if this case doesn’t get moving, I think we just must show our good friend a little southern hospitality).
His sister laughed and Spencer relaxed he had his family behind him, and everything would be okay. Spencer always loved speaking with mentally and emotionally with those who let him besides his sister Remy always took the cake. Bella had a habit of projecting herself into his living room and chatting with him mentally keeping guild business safe and their relationship close. Now he sent feelings of fondness down the length of their iron clad bond and asked, “Where should I move the team? To a safe house, home, or LeBeau’s?”
His sister hummed gently and pushed feelings of fondness back along the bond, but she spoke seriously, “Will Jean-Luc approve?”
Spencer looked over his friends’ haggard forms, “He would find it amusing I believe besides he has been asking me to visit.”
He felt Bella smirk, “Why even ask me boo if you’re mind is already made up?’
“Had to make sure you approved Princess,” Spencer shot back.
Bella’s chuckle could be heard through the link as she bid him goodbye fondness still flowing between the siblings. Spencer took a deep breath feeling the slight twist of smoke in his lungs, “I have a place we can stay.”
The team looked to their youngest member fear still lining their features but hope beginning to blossom. Emily spoke softly almost fearfully, “How do you know it will be safe?”
Spencer sighed, “It’s the one of the safest places we can be in this city and its location wouldn’t be told to the police department.”
Rossi nodded, “Clearly we have a rat within the ranks of the police department.”
Spencer nodded a smirk curling once more around the corners of his mouth. Morgan asked in a voice meant only for the team, “Why did they burn our hotel down if they are after police with guild affiliation?”
Spencer felt something squirm uncomfortably in his stomach as his mind spun. While he was a large part of the guilds still Spencer hadn’t worked as an active guild member for either guide since his teens. He was now the ambassador between the two guilds and the right hand of Bella Donna so few lower guild members would know his name. Spencer felt the pieces of the puzzle begin to swim together in his mind; someone who hates the guilds and police control they have while also knowing a high often unnamed member; how curious. Still Spencer only shrugged at the question his friend asked knowing this was not the place nor the time to reveal the information he had.
Spencer reached out carefully towards Jean-Luc finding the man waiting, “Bonjour Jean-Luc.”
The man’s warm presents brightened, “Bonjour Penny.”
Spencer smiled internally, “You heard from Bella?”
“Oi,” Jean-Luc responded humor in his voice, “We’ll be waiting for you, my fils.” (son)
The team had to give their statements to the responding officers but after they did Spencer jumped behind the wheel. Morgan groaned, “You sure you should drive pretty boy?”
Spencer smirked and revved the engine a little before pulling out onto the road Hotch driving the other SUV behind him. JJ connected the two cars through a call so they could all speak and softly asked Spencer, “Are we going to your childhood home?”
Spencer blew air threw his nose before answering, “Yes, but no. We are going to Jean-Luc LeBeau’s family home while he is family, he didn’t raise me. He did however offer up his home to us.” Spencer paused for a second gathering his thoughts, “Jean-Luc is a great man, one of the best honestly, but he does have some strange rules. No recording conversations in his house, don’t go in rooms that aren’t open to you, and no sunglasses in his house. This includes contacts meant to shield eye color.”
Morgan asked softy, “Why that specifically?”
Spencer felt himself blurt out, “I’m a mutant.”
Rossi continued for him quietly, “Your mutation effects your eyes in an odd way so you use contacts to correct this.”
Spencer felt a lump in his throat but nodded, nonetheless. Derek rolled his eyes, “As long as you don’t have freaky weird bug eyes, I don’t care man.”
Spencer fought to clear his throat tears forming slightly in the corners of his eyes, “My eyes look like tv static actually.”
Hotch with a tiniest hint of a smile in his voice, “Thank you for telling us, Reid.”
Spencer smiled and nodding as he pulled up to a gated home. “Here we are guys.”
“Holy shit I think this place might actually have Rossi’s mansion beat,” Morgan muttered.
Rossi a slightly awe filled sound present in his voice, “Normally I would take offence, but you might be right.”
Spencer shrugged, “The LeBeau’s are aise’ or err well off so to speak” He then sighed pulling out the contacts in his eyes and flicking them out the window once he was finished the gate opened.
The team noticed that Spencer after parking the SUV walked with a confidence they had never seen from the younger man. He pulled open the front door without even knocking and waved the team towards an office. Inside sat an older man with sharp eyes and a soft smile, “Penny, aller dormir with ya’s” (Penny, off to sleep with you).
Spencer smiled softly and grumbled, “I am just wanted to stop and tell you we are here, vieux.” (Old man).
The man rose from his set and the team could see the strength in the form of the older gentlemen he pressed a kiss to their friend’s hairline, “I know, catin.” (catin is a term of endearment often like doll).
Spencer nodded a smirk climbing up the corners of his smile before nodding to his teammates, “I’ll show you your rooms.”
The team was mostly amused and amazed to find that Spencer took them each to an empty, but well-kept bedroom. JJ was the last of the group left as Spencer led her around a corner to the next set of rooms. He stopped pausing in front of another door and looked at her a gentle expression on his face, “I know you have been having some problems getting things to click with Mr. LaMontagne maybe try learning his background and let he show you the city through his eyes.”
JJ rolled her eyes and felt the anger burn the back of her throat, “My relationship with my father in law is fine and none of your business.” She paused feeling the flames of anger splash up onto her tongue, “And I not the one hiding things from the team either.”
Spencer pulled his gaze from hers and opened the door a slightly sarcastic smile laced of his features, “I’m sorry I overstepped,” he took a deep breath, “This is your room.”
Spencer walked down the hall to the room that was Remy’s and his when they stayed here while still feeling JJ’s eyes on him opened the door.
The next morning the team was looking over the information they were able to get from the precious crime scenes as well as their own hotel. When the figure of a man in a long trench coat being drag by two police offices came into view. Another officer came into view and rushed over to them, “We found this asshole loitering around the hotel crime scene and are pretty sure he’s your guy.”
The man being drag by the officers spat out, “Stupid fucking couillon, Remy aren’t no killer.” (idiot)
One of the officers popped the newly named Remy in the back of his head hard enough to silence the man, “He’s got the blessing of the Diable mark my words we all will need Dieu’s blessing after this.” (He’s got the blessing of the Devil make my words we will all need God’s blessing after this)
The other younger officer nodded and whispered, “I heard he can burn anything with a snap of his fingers and can control you if you make contact with his devil eyes.”
Spencer went rigid in a way that set the team on edge, “What proof do you have that this man, who you have brutalized might I add, has done anything wrong other than been born with a mutation.”
The men froze and Spencer took a step forward, “As far as I can see you have done shotty at best police work and have an underlying bias that makes you unfit for this job.”
“Why you,” the older officer shot forward, but Hotch stepped in front of the younger agent.
Hotch raising and unimpressed eyebrow, “Unhand the suspect we will take it from here.”
Derek rushed over and took hold of the young man while Reid knelt gently touching the man’s face, “Remy you, okay?”
The older mutant blinked his eyes open sunglasses screwed crossed his features, “Remy alright cher takes more than a few le cochons to hurt this Cajun.” (Remy alright darling takes more than a few pigs to hurt this Cajun)
Spencer snorted standing up to let Derek help Remy into the conference room as soon as Remy was seated Spencer walked back up to him and slapped the back of his head.
Remy howled almost theatrically, “Ow, what did Remy do now, beau. No need to cogner Remy around.” (Ow, what did Remy do now, beautiful. No need to knock Remy around.)
Spencer rolled his eyes, “That’s for showing up at my crime scene and being arrested.”
Rossi blinked, “So I take it you two know each other.”
Derek snorted looking at Spencer, “Remy as in the Remy as in your Remy?”
Spencer rolled his eyes with his hands on his hips. Remy gave the team a dopey smile, “Oi, Penny and me been married for dix years. Now people always saying that Remy est beaucoup amoureux, but Penny, me bebette, is the only cher for me.” (Yes, Penny and me been married for ten years. Now people are always saying that Remy is a womanizer, but Penny, me little monster, is the only sweetheart for me.)
Spencer flushed a warm smile overtaking his features, “You were still an idiot, you sweet talker.”
The team took a collective breath and Hotch clearing his throat asked, “I hate to ask but why were the officers so certain that Remy was our unsub?”
Spencer looked around the room with sharp eyes, “I think we should go somewhere else to talk.”
Rossi nodded, “Where do you suggest?”
Spencer gave them a faint smile but had a dark look around his eyes, “Let’s meet back at LeBeau’s?”
Spencer using his telepathy contacted his sister to gather those she wanted and Mr. LeBeau to do the same. It was time to tell the team.
Took his lead as Spencer led them out to the SUV’s. Remy swung into the passenger side of the car Spencer got behind the wheel of. Derek jumped in the back already typing away at his phone, “Wait until Garcia finds out you have a secret husband, pretty boy.”
Remy chuckled, “You keeping moi secret cher.”
Spencer shot him a look but snatched his hand over the consul. Derek snickered, “I don’t know if I want Reid driving with only one hand.”
Spencer grumbled, “I am a perfectly fine driver one handed or two.”
Derek with a twinkle in his eye, “Remy you seem to be a bad influence on our pretty boy here.”
Remy threw his hands up, one still connected with Spencer’s, “Everyone says that, but Penny here is the bad influence.”
Spencer snorted and said in a teasing voice, “Poor Remy.”
Remy nodded, “Poor Remy is right.”
Derek smiled at the two while typing away to Garcia about the two. She was a little offput at not being able to see it in person, but nonetheless happy that their friend had someone.
The drive was one of the shortest Derek had ever been through for a moment filled with so much tension. They pulled into the beautiful house and Derek found himself in awe once more. Remy jumped out before the car had even come to a stop bounding up the stairs pulling the older man of the house into a hug, “Pa!”
Spencer rolled his eyes again turning to his friend, “Like a damn child I tell you ever time.”
Derek laughed and gave Spencer a side hug whispering softly, “I’m proud of you, although I wish you hadn’t kept him a secret.”
Spencer gave his friend a soft look in return, “Thank you.”
As the team reached the stairs, they noticed the tension fall over their friend and coworker’s shoulders. Spencer led them into a room with a long table a few people strategically placed around it. Spencer waved them to one side as he took a stance to the left of a blood haired women who’s back was rigid beside her too the left was a blond man with hard eyes. Remy took to the right side of his father while a bald man stood to his left.
Spencer spoke softly, “As I told you I was raised in New Orleans, but what I didn’t was my father sold me to one of the Guilds.” The women beside him put her hand on his arm gently. Spencer nodded, “This is my sister Bella Donna and my brother Julien. I’m the ambassador between the Guilds now, but this position isn’t something many within the Guilds would know about.”
JJ cleared her throat anger burning it once more, “Let me get this straight, can’t shot a gun or run a fitness course to save his life, Spencer has been part of these mystical guilds from childhood with a magical position of importance that no one knows about. Oh, and don’t forget that he has a secret husband.”
Bella Donna squeezed her brother’s wrist again and carefully kept the accent out of her voice, “What my brother and right hand has told you is true. We have decided to share this information with you as my brother wishes for your team to have the justice in his capture. We suspect there has been a mole within the upper ranks of the Assassin’s Guild, but they were only feeding information to the Thieves. When their information did not give them the growth, they hoped it would we believe they went to the police and found our presence once more.”
Hotch nodded, “How do we get a search warrant with this?”
Bella smiled, “I believe if you have, your brilliant tech looks into the cameras around the hotel of your former staying you will find our mole.”
Derek shot his friend a look across the table and began to type out a message to Garcia.
Rossi joked, “And everyone thinks I mafia?”
Remy snorted, “Not mafia and no swimming with the fishies.”
Bella rolled her eyes, “Says you nonviolent crooks.”
Prentiss sputtered, “I thought you were the thieves?”
“Why would you think that” Bella asked with a turn of her head. Spencer rolled his eyes beside her.
“Well, you’re a young woman,” Prentiss said softly.
Bella smirked, “So are you, but we both know that doesn’t stop anyone.”
Spencer cut in softly, “My dear sister has proudly taken her places as leader of the Assassin’s Guild while Remy’s father is still the leader of the Thieves.”
Derek interrupted, “What is that why you never introduced us to Remy?”
Spencer snorted and Remy blushed, “No I never introduced you to Remy because he works for the X-Men.”
Remy winks as he walks over toward Spencer wrapping his arms around the slightly younger man, “Gambit nice to meet ya.”
A hard look overtook JJ’s eyes, “Who’s to say we don’t open and investigation arresting you all for your crimes. We know who you are and your places in these illegal organizations.”
Spencer gave her a sharp smile with dark eyes, “With what proof?” The team could see how his stance changed and where his loyalty was. They see for perhaps the first time the part he played in all of this. The right hand of the assassin queen.
Hotch cleared his throat, “We will not be opening an investigation on one of our own and their family.” He’s phone dinged and nodded to them before turning to make the call needed for the warrant.
The group broke formation around the table. Spencer made his way over to Derek a small smile across his features. Derek gave a teasing smile, “Right hand and ambassador, hu?”
Spencer blushed almost shyly, “Yeah. I’m right hand because I help Bella make decisions, I offer counsel while our brother is more active if you get my drift. I’m ambassador because I married prince of the thieves over there.”
“Wouldn’t you be a prince of the assassins then?” Derek asked with a smirk.
Spencer shrugged, “Something like that.”
Remy rolled his eyes from were he stood leaning against the table, “He a prince alright. A prince of being a pain in my butt.”
Derek put his hands up, “Woo, I don’t wanna know what you two get up to in the bedroom.”
Remy laughed while Spencer rolled his eyes, “I don’t think that’s what my dear chaoui meant.” (racoon).
Rossi came over, “So how did you become apart of the assassins if you can’t fight kid?”
Spencer rolled his eyes again, “I can fight just fine or at least up to X-Men, assassin, and thief standards. Although I’m not a crack shot by any means.”
Remy pressed a kiss to Spencer’s cheek, “Penny is good with knives.”
Spencer’s eyes sparkle slightly, “Wanna fight Morgan?”
The other man laughs and watches as Spencer seemingly out of nowhere has a dagger twirling between his fingers. Derek puts his hands up, “I think I’m good, Pretty Boy.”
Hotch comes back in with a hint of a smile, “Load up we got an arsonist to arrest.”
The team gets the scene only for the man to immediately run at Spencer knife drawn. Spencer reacting grabs the man’s wrist forcing the knife from his hand before forcing the man to the ground efficiently knocking him out with two well placed punches to the head. Spencer looks up at his gasp team members, “What?”
“So, you could always do that?” Rossi asks slightly hesitantly.
Spencer shook his head, “No I learned when I was adopted by the Boudreaux’s.”
Hotch pinches the place between his eyes like a father with a headache coming on, “Just cuff him up.”
Derek high fives his friend, “That’s sick you’ll have to show me how you move like that.”
Spencer smiles and nods, “Anytime Derek.”
The team after the arsonist had been booked and evidence from both the camera and the man’s house left with the prosecution head back to the LeBeau for dinner. Dinner is unsurprisingly loud. Remy has his arm around Spencer as they both take fondly with Derek. Derek gives his friend a soft look and Spencer returns in and softly thanks his friend.
After dinner the group moves to the office music playing gently in the background halfway through a discussion on the ethics of the X-men Remy stands pulling Spencer up into his arms asking, “Tu veux aller au bal avec moi a soir?” (do you wanna dance with me tonight).
Spencer laughs and dances with his husband in the presence of his team and family. For the BAU the puzzle pieces of their friend start to come together. They still might be missing a few like what his mutation actually is and how he kept all this from them, but the picture of their friend was a little clear. They knew they would stand by and trust him just has he had them.
When they load the plane the next day Spencer looks sadly back at the city. JJ comes close to her friend anger still flaring in her throat, “What’s wrong Spence?”
Spencer looks at her a soft sad expression on his face, “It’s home.”
JJ swallows the anger that had built in her throat and finally a soothing feeling over fell her, “I guess I have never understood how someone can love a place so.”
Spencer smiled, “Lost?”
JJ nodded. Spencer nodded back, “I will let you in on a little secret on the bayou the best things are a little lost and a little secret.”
Extra
Why Remy calls Spencer Bebette (little monster) and Spencer calls Remy a chaoui (racoon)
Spencer when he develops his powers feels like a monster as he had heard and feel almost everything everyone around him is feeling. Remy tells him they are all a little monstrous and because Spencer feels bad about it, he must be a little monster instead of a big one.
Remy on the other hand is self-conscious about his time on the streets having to eat scraps after kids at school bring it up. Spencer pulls him off to the side to tell him that he should be proud that he survived. He survived doing anything he could like a racoon which for nine year old Spencer is really cool.