Reid Has A Daughter?!
TW: Karen, language
The first thing I do is take in the appearance of the Agents in front of me and match them to stories my dad’s told me, which only takes a few seconds. An African American man I recognize as Derek Morgan seems to be doing his best not to burst out laughing next to a chubby blonde woman I know as Penelope Garcia trying not to do the same thing next to him. Beside then is an older, Italian man I recognize as David Rossi who’s simply smirking. And finally, behind them all, is a stern-looking, black-haired man I think is Aaron Hotchner, Dad’s boss.
Deciding to bite the bullet, I turn a sheepish grin towards my dad, “Heyyyyy Dad.”
“DAD?” The reaction is immediate, with the entire team turning to stare agape at my dad as he groans and eventually gives me a stern look that I can tell is hiding a smile.
“Finn, what were you thinking?” he asks, not angry, just genuinely curious.
“Whatever it was, I love you for it,” Issie crows, suddenly appearing next to me with tears dripping down her face as she does her best to talk around her laughter, leaning on my shoulder. “Jesus, that’s the most I’ve laughed in awhile.” She giggles, trying to get herself under control before she notices my dad in front of us and gives him a sheepish grin. “Heyyy Mr. Reid.”
He facepalms. “Issie, not you too! You’re the nice one!”
“I had a bad day,” she pouts, and I roll my eyes, bringing my hand up to pat her head on my shoulder.
I then turn my attention to my dad and JJ. “Okay, Dad, Aunt JJ, don’t get mad. It was--”
“It was my fault, Mom!” Henry exclaims, giving a guilty look as the two turn to him. “Jason’s been bullying me and calling dad something that Finn says I’m not allowed to say but she said upstage, and it made me mad so I went to her with the idea of getting revenge. She didn’t want to do it at first, and wanted to just talk to a teacher, but I kinda manipulated her by telling her it’s better than being bored.”
“Henry!” JJ exclaims, turning to him, shocked. “Manipulating people?”
“Don’t go too hard on him,” I pipe up. “I mean, I chose the song.”
Dad’s head snaps towards me. “Finn…”
“It’s a catchy song Mr. Reid,” Issie says. “Even if the language is unfavorable.”
“Issie!”
“Okay!” Will pipes up, turning to me. “Finn, I don’t know what Spence wants to do with you, but Henry,” he turns to his son, “You are in no way grounded, that was the best damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Will!” JJ exclaims, and he gives her an exasperated look.
“Aw, come on cher, he stood up for himself! Isn’t that what’s important?”
She sighs, thinking it over, before nodding begrudgingly. “I guess so.” She then whirls on Henry. “But you’re never allowed to say any of the words you just sang again.”
“Okay!” He exclaims, holding his hands up in surrender.
“And Finn,” my dad starts, and I turn for him, bracing for the worst, before someone taps me harshly on the shoulder.
I turn to the side opposite of where Henry and Issie are to see a furious blond-haired Karen standing with her hands digging into Jason’t shoulders. She’s dressed in a hideous barf-green dress with a crocodile handbag and something in her teeth.
She immediately whirls on me. “Young lady,” she curls her lip at my tie and my haircut, “If I can even call you that. You need to apologize to my son right now! No one has a right to speak to him that way, especially someone like you.” She eyes Issie leaning on my shoulder who immediately pulls away at the glare.
I see Dad stepping towards her out of the corner of my eye, his furious expression matched by JJ, Will, Issie, and surprisingly his team. I wave him off quickly, turning to the woman with such a cold expression on my face that she takes a step back.
My eyes rake over her quickly, taking in the tan line on her ring finger, the cat hair on her black shoes, the price tag on her dress, the knockoff bag, and the vial attached to her necklace.
“Oh I’m sorry Ma’am, I’m confused,” I start, almost innocently. “See, it’s my understanding that your son had no right to insult Henry’s father like that. Do you want to know what I think happened?” I ask, then start explaining before she can say anything. “I think your husband divorced you because he realized he was gay. Then, instead of being sad but eventually accepting it and getting along as responsible adults, you battled him in court for custody of Jason here. However, during the court case it was revealed that you cheated on him on your recent business trip to South America. He eventually won part-time custody, but instead of using the child alimony he has to pay you for Jason, you decided to use it on that hideous dress with the tag still sticking out of the back, and that knockoff handbag. Then, to try and get over your grief of losing you partner, instead of putting yourself back out there, trying to make amends with him, you bought an old white cat who hates you and your son and claws you at every opportunity. Then you started blaming your husband for everything that happened instead of taking responsibility like a reasonable adult.” My piercing blue eyes stare at the suddenly pale woman who’s dragged her son a few feet away from me. “How did I do?”
“You’re a freak,” she hisses, before going to pull him away.
“I get that alot!” I shout after her before turning back to my dad, returning Issie’s fistbump and ignoring his team’s shocked expressions in favor of his proud one. “You were saying, Dad?”
“You’re definitely not grounded,” he grins, “Just - please don’t do this again.”
“Deal,” I grin.”
It’s silent for a second before Garcia pipes up.
“I’m sorry, are we all not still shocked by the fact that Reid has a baby genius?” she says. I turn to raise an eyebrow at her, giving her a once over, before looking at my dad.
He sighs, nods slightly at me, and turns to his team as I walk over so he can place an arm around my shoulders. “This is Finley, but she goes by Finn. She’s fifteen, has an IQ of 200, a photographic memory, and can read 25,000 words per minute.”
I give a smirk and a wink at the shocked looks he receives in response before there’s an uproar I quickly cut off.
“Listen, I get that this conversation has to happen someday, but can it happen while we’re eating food? I’m starving,” I say, focusing the statement towards my dad.
He gives me a stern look. “Have you eaten today?”
I sigh. “Yes Dad. I had breakfast and lunch.”
“Lie!” Issie chimes in on the other side of me, and I give her a glare.
“Fine, I had six graham crackers for breakfast, but I was busy!”
“Doing what?” Dad asks.
“Reading.”
“Lie!”
“Fine! I was skateboarding while reading.”
“Finn, that’s dangerous!” he exclaims.
I shrug, accidentally dislodging his arm. “I was wearing a helmet.”
“Li--” Issie starts, but I elbow her in the gut.
He grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose before turning back to his team. “Listen, I’ll explain everything to you guys tomorrow, alright? I have to go make sure both of these guys eat.” He gestures to me and then Issie who immediately tries to get out of it.
“You know, I actually have a super important doctor appointment so--” she starts, going to edge away.
Dad gives her a grin. “Relax, I’m not cooking. We’ll order takeout.”
“Yes!” Issie and I cheer at the sametime, high-fiving before dragging my dad away from the school.
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