"Come on, buddy. Shoes on!" you encourage your four year old so you can finally get out the door.
"But Mommy, I want to wear the purple ones!" he shouts up at you from the floor.
"J, we don't have time for this, kiddo, just slip on your vans, they're right there," you plead, one hand on the front door knob, ready to leave.
"I want my purple shoes!"
"Jason Reid, I am not lacing up high top converse for you right now. Do you want to go see dad at work or not?"
"I want daddy to see my purple shoes!"
"Dude, daddy knows you have purple shoes, he bought them for you. You can wear them when he gets home tonight."
"You promise?" J questions, finally sliding his shoes on.
"I promise, baby, now let's go." You usher the kid out the front door and down the driveway. He climbs into his car seat as you secure the container of cupcakes in next to him. The two of you make your way over to the FBI headquarters in Quantico where two guest passes are waiting for you at the front desk. You balance the cupcakes in one hand and hold onto J with the other as you make your way up to the BAU floor.
"Remember, it's a surprise for daddy, so we have to be very quiet, okay?" you remind your son in the elevator.
"Got it," he says in a whisper, making you smile. The doors of the elevator open to a waiting JJ who gives you a grin and immediately takes J's hand from you. The three of you sneak through the hallways to the conference room where you can finally set down the damn cupcakes.
"Where'd you hide Spencer?" you let out a breath and lean down to take J's jacket off.
"Oh, Penelope's distracting him in her cave with who knows what. They should be through in a few minutes," JJ explains.
"Hi Aunty JJ, can I have a cupcake now?" J asks, pulling on the leg of the woman's pants.
"We have to wait for you daddy, kiddo. It's his birthday today, so he has to have the first cupcake," JJ reasons. You giggle to yourself as you listen while setting up the cupcakes. There are a few presents on the round table and a bunch of balloons tied to a chair.
"This is great JJ, thanks so much for setting all this up," you take the chance to thank your friend.
"Of course, anything for the Reid family," she smiles at you.
"Is that? It couldn't be? Is that THE Jason Reid," Rossi enters the room, reaching down and picking up your son. He lifts him with a comedic groan as the boy laughs. "You have to stop growing or you're going to be bigger than you dad soon!"
"Uncle Dave!" J lets out between giggles. You watch as Rossi whispers something into his ear and slides something into his little hand.
"David Rossi, how many times do I have to tell you to stop giving my child money," you chastise the grown man. He's been slipping J twenties since he could keep a grip on things.
"Y/N, I have no idea what you're talking about," he just raises his eyebrows at you as he sets J back down on the ground. J runs over to you and you lift him up, taking the twenty dollar bill out of his hand. You roll your eyes at Rossi and shove the bill in your back pocket. Luke, Emily, and Tara rush into the room one after the other, each greeting you and J.
"Garcia texted me, they're on their way," Luke fills you in.
"Do we think he knows?" Emily asks the group, closing the door behind her.
"He's a profiler, shouldn't we be concerned if he didn't figure it out by now," you offer.
"True, but nobody can distract a guy like Penelope," Tara adds. JJ takes a second to peak through the closed blinds.
