He knows this reaction. It's from years of pain and torment from your parents, the same parents he put into jail months ago for relations to a kidnapping. They wouldn't be seeing the light of day again.

Because of the law that states children like you should be placed with their closest living relative, he spent weeks trying to find them for you. It would break his heart for a toddler to go into the foster system.

Unfortunately, due to some sort of genetically passed down illness, all close family members and relatives were dead. The next, and probably only solution in his eyes? Adopting you himself.

So, that's what he did. He pushed through the months of paperwork and another month of cleaning and childproofing his whole house and he adopted you. His only intentions were to love you, to care for you, to be there for you like your father should've.

A mother figure.. he'll get to that someday, but for now, he can only give that fatherly love. He's always wanted kids, after all.

Today, he decided you had adapted to his lifestyle enough and brought you to meet the BAU. You'd only seen that sweet blonde woman that comforted you as the police dragged your mother away and the tall, bald guy that kicked your door down.

It was going good. You were talking and getting to know everyone, and a woman, one you got to know as Emily, handed you some water.

Having picked up Spencer's habit of talking with your hands, you were explaining how well school was going, when you suddenly hit the glass of water with your hand, immediately spilling it.

And suddenly, you were three, having accidentally knocked over your sippy cup and being forced to clean it all up and apologize, but that didn't help.

As you immediately begin panicking and apologizing, slipping off your chair to clean, he was shocked.

"Hey, hey.. sweetheart, baby. Look at me." He whispered. "It's just water, just water. No one's mad. "