A Brother Not By Blood
This is a Spencer x Reader requested by anon (it ended up being quite o/c with hints of Reader insert just because of the way the prompt was put and I apologize for that but I still think it turned out pretty cute so…)
Future you and Reid have a daughter together who is in high school with Hank, Derek’s son, but younger. Your daughter has a lot of trouble with boys bullying her at school so Hank decides to step in and inevitably you and Spencer and Morgan and Savannah get called to the school.
It seemed like hours for Hank and Diana to sit in that small, confining room, left in there to do nothing but kick at the dirt beneath their toes. Hank’s eye still throbbed despite the frigid cool of the ice pack and every few seconds Diana would look up and check to look if her older friend’s eye had gotten any worse.
In all honesty, if you were to look at the pair of them waiting, you wouldn’t have known what exactly they were waiting for. Diana, though shy and obviously anxious, looked proud and grateful and she shone ever-so-slightly in the direction of Hank. Hank, on the other hand, despite the bruise on his face, was grinning with unapologetic pride. Neither of them quite looked like students grimly sent to the Principal’s office.
As a senior, Hank had naturally taken up a “big brother” role of the freshman cousin-that-wasn’t-technically-a-cousin that was Diana. Their parents had been close since before they were born, a friendship so infinitely knotted and tangled that it would last forever. And so, they were cousins. And that’s how they ended up in the Principal’s office.
Spencer and Derek and Savanna and you finally made it to the Principal’s office as a roaring mob aflush with questions and accusations, all pointed toward one unfortunate man stuck balding behind a desk.
“Mr. Friedman!” You barked at your daughter’s principal, strong and commanding among the voices of your friends, “Why are you holding my daughter hostage in your office?”
“As far as we’re concerned, there is nothing Diana wouldn’t do without logical reasoning!” Spencer answered, brow furrowed and getting into a rare case of anger.
Derek was just as bad and terrifying, Savannah at his elbow, “What did my son do?” They both demanded.
Mr. Friedman stood up, fruitlessly attempting to control the situation with the four raging adults, “It seems,” He started with an air of undeserved self-respect, “That Miss Reid here incited a fight between Mr. Morgan and a number of other students at this establishment.”
Derek turned and immediately glared at his son, “What the hell, Hank?” He asked upset, “What did you think you were doing starting a fight?”
Hank only shrugged, satisfied with himself, “What? They were giving Di problems. I had to let them know that she had somebody looking out for her.”
All eyes settled on Hank for a moment, of appreciation and thank and yes, a little bit of surprise. All except for the principal who continued glaring.
“Now, the other students involved are receiving their own punishments, I tho-”
Derek’s grin broke over Mr. Friedman’s words without apology, “That’s my boy!” The once-member of the BAU exulted, patting his son on the back cheerily, “Now that’s a reason to get in trouble!”
“Thanks, Hank,” Spencer smiled shyly, calming down, in just the way he always did. It was a smile your daughter had thankfully inherited. Choruses of the same sentiment blew through the room until you smiled, your arm around your daughter.
“What if,” You grinned, “We all go get some ice cream or something?”
“Oooh, how about tacos?” Your husband remarked hopefully and you couldn’t help but chuckle.
The two teenagers laughed and agreed and soon you and Savannah were leading your children and husbands out of the school. Morgan and Hank and Diana and Spencer all had their arms wrapped around each other in some oddly raucous interweaving quilt.
“Wait!” Mr. Friedman hollered, scurrying to follow the six of you, “I seriously suggest disciplinary actions be taken!” His head bobbed down the hallway and he pushed up his glasses, stopping dead in his tracks at the threshold of his office.
Nobody paid him any attention. Nobody turned around. Nobody responded.
Everybody laughed and moved on and soon you were getting in your car and on your way to somewhere else, away from the school. You were glad your daughter was safe and you were glad Derek’s son was there to protect her.