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The day after her lunch with Dave and Penelope, Emily Hotchner decided she had better warn her roommate about their upcoming dinner plans. As Wednesday was the day Spencer had most of his office hours, she decided it would be in her best interest to stop at his favorite bakery on the way home. He didn't usually eat during office hours because dealing with students still made him too nervous to keep anything down. While Spencer's poor eating habits wouldn't normally be a problem, hunger paired with the stress of dealing with students who still felt he was too young to teach them tended to make the genius pretty cranky. Emily wanted to make sure her roommate was in the best mood possible before telling him that Dave was coming just in case he started freaking out. When she walked into her apartment, pastry bag and coffee in hand, Spencer was hunched over the coffee table in the living room grading research papers at lightning speed. Emily walked over and waved the bag in front of his face to get his attention.
"I brought your favorite chocolate cream puffs and some coffee from Austin's place. I swear that woman has a thing for you. She always puts extras in when I'm not looking."
Spencer grabbed the bag and coffee, narrowing his eyes.
"What do you want Em?"
"What do you mean? I don't want anything I just picked up snacks on the way home from work," Emily said, doing her best not to sound defensive.
"Approximately 65% of the times you've brought me things from Austin's you've wanted something from me. The other 35% you either saw that I was in a bad mood or looked particularly pitiful, your words not mine, and decided I needed cheering up or were settling a bet. As we have no active wagers and you haven't had the chance to see me today, therefore being unable to assess my mood, the only logical conclusion is that you want something."
"All right you got me." Emily said holding her hands up in surrender. "Finish those cream puffs and I'll tell you. I know you haven't eaten anything all day."
"Being a mother hen isn't going to get me to agree to your request any faster."
"No but it will give me peace of mind. Now eat. Austin added kahlúa to the cream this time to make them mocha flavored and they're amazing. She's been on such an alcohol kick lately I wonder if she's planning to sell the bakery and become a bartender."
"No, her most recent boyfriend, Robert turned out to be a pig who treated her like a maid. She's working him out of her system with alcohol and fusing her pastries with it as a result."
"You got all of that from a drunken cream puff?"
"No Austin told me when I stopped by before she closed on Monday."
"Well look at you being all social," Emily said ruffling Spencer's hair.
"Again the mothering isn't helping your case Em."
"Oh just eat before I get Penelope to come down here and start mothering you for me."
Spencer gulped and quickly began eating. While he was scarfing down his food to avoid the wrath of the technical analyst, Emily changed out of her work clothes and sat beside Spencer waiting for him to finish.
"Ok I'm done now what do you want?" He asked when the bag was empty.
"Fine. You know how Jack is supposed to come over again this Saturday?"
"Oh God, Aaron decided he doesn't want us to see Jack after all right? He's decided that you're too irresponsible to watch him and he doesn't know me enough to trust me. I thought you said you managed to convince him that it would never happen again. This is great Em just great. I guess I'll have to return that 3D stegosaurus puzzle I bought for Jack and I to put together because now we'll never get to...."
"Woah woah Spencer calm down!"
Emily yelled trying to soothe the frantic genius, "Jack's still coming over. Everything's fine with Aaron. Just breathe."
"Sorry. I'm calm now, you can continue."
"God Spencer if you're this concerned over visitation of a child that's not even yours I shudder to think what you'd be like as a parent." Emily teased.
"Em both throw pillows are on my side of the couch and I'm not afraid to hit you with them. Just get to the point."
"Ok fine, no need to be so touchy. Jack's supposed to come over on Saturday but his godfather hasn't seen him in a while and asked if he could visit him this weekend too. Unfortunately he has plans on Sunday so Saturday is the only day he can see Jack."
"So you're asking me for permission to let Jack see his godfather instead of us? Why would I get a say in that? As close as we are Em I'm not actually a part of your family. I have no right to dictate who your nephew spends his time with," Spencer claimed, failing to sound like he wasn't disappointed by what he was saying.
"Ok we're going to shelve that family discussion for a later date because I don't feel like lecturing you on the difference between blood family and chosen family again. Just remember that I love you like a brother and you're an idiot. Besides, that wasn't what I was going to ask you. Jack already told Aaron that he was looking forward to coming over here on Saturday so we worked out a compromise. Would it be ok if his godfather came over for dinner and then took Jack back to Aaron's on his way home."
Spencer breathed a sigh of relief that Emily pretended not to notice.
"It's all right with me. I'm sure it would make Jack happy. Besides it will be nice to meet another person who can get close to one of the Hotchners without going completely insane."
"I resent that. We Hotchners are perfectly easy to get along with,"Emily huffed.
"Oh please. You know as well as I do that it took six months and our first drunken Star Wars night for you to form something even resembling a friendship with me. If your brother is anything like you, Jack's godfather would have to be be someone extraordinary to get past his barriers."
"Well I can't argue with that, he is pretty amazing."
"So does this fantastic individual have a name? You've never told me much about him."
Emily cringed and prepared to drop the bomb.
"His name's David Rossi."
Spencer seemed to short circuit for a second.
"D-David Rossi? As in one of the most decorated profilers in the country? As in the man who practically wrote the book on hostage negotiation? As in the author of a third of the books I use as required reading for my abnormal psych and criminology classes? THAT David Rossi?"
"Yes. Although he prefers to be called Dave."
"Emily I can't just call one of my literary idols Dave. That would be like calling Shakespeare Billy. Oh God David Rossi is coming over for dinner! You didn't tell me you knew DAVID ROSSI! All the times you helped me grade papers based on his work and you didn't think to mention that? What should we eat? What do I say to him? I don't want him to think I'm some creepy fanboy or anything."
Emily rolled her eyes at her rapidly babbling friend.
"Spencer calm down! I know your excited but you have to remember that he's just a normal person who's coming over to spend time with his godson and an old friend. It's fine for you to just treat him like you would any of my other friends."
"Right, of course," Spencer said with a sigh. "He's coming to see Jack he probably won't want me to spend the entire time talking about his books and his work at the BAU."
"Spencer don't pout. You can still talk about his work, just make sure that you don't get too carried away. Besides, we both know that the second he walks in you'll lose all control and start talking a mile a minute anyway."
"I resent that. I'm perfectly capable of controlling myself if I need to."
"Wanna bet."
"Emily you know better than to bet against a man from Vegas."
"Oh I think the odds are against the house this time my fanatic little friend."
"Alright then what's the bet?"
"I bet you can't be in Dave's presence for five minutes without forgetting yourself and babbling about his work."
For a moment Spencer looked uncertain, but then he straitened up.
"Loser brings the winner pastries from Austin's for a week?"
"Of course."
Spencer put his hand out.
"You're on."
Emily smirked as she shook the offered hand. Saturday was definitely going to be an interesting night.