Spencer Reid stood outside the adoption agency, a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling inside him as he held the paperwork in one hand and his new child in the other. The teen, around 13, with short dark hair and eyes full of uncertainty, walked beside him, their shoulders slightly hunched, hands stuffed in their hoodie pockets.

“It’s okay,” Spencer said, offering a small smile. “We’re almost there. You can let me know if you need anything.”

The teen gave a quiet nod but said nothing, their gaze on the ground. Spencer’s heart ached, but he knew this transition would take time.

Once they reached his apartment, Spencer opened the door, letting the teen step inside first. The apartment was simple, cozy, filled with books and soft lighting—a stark contrast to the uncertainty they carried.

“Welcome home,” Spencer said softly, watching as the teen took in the space. “This is where we’ll be living now.”