Disclaimer: Don't own Buffy or Criminal Minds. If I did there'd be a lot more of Xander and Gideon would never have left.
Beta: Queen Sereya.
Timeline: This story does twist the timeline. It sets Buffy in the Criminal minds timeline.
//This is set during the summer where Buffy runs away. The events prior to this event do happen. Only, this is AU as everyone from that show is about a year younger.//
The BAU team was enjoying an unusual lull in cases. Gideon and Hotch were in Hotch’s office discussing past cases. Reid, Elle, and Morgan were by there desks, waiting for JJ to bring a new case. But things had been slow for the past few weeks. It was as if the psychos had all calmed down.
Morgan let out a bored sigh. He almost wished there was a case. Then he’d have something to do. He wondered if everyone else was as bored as he was. He looked over at his team members. Reid was staring intently at whatever he had on his desk. Elle was engrossed in what looked to be solitaire on her computer. Who else wasn’t busy? He glanced at the phone and grinned. Grabbing the phone, he leaned back in his chair as he dialed. “Hey, Baby girl. What’s cooking?”
As he laughed lightly at Garcia’s comeback, he glanced up at the entrance. A tall man dressed in a tweed suit was walking in with a grim expression on his face. He wasn’t anyone Morgan knew. He had a visitor’s pass attached to his front pocket. His hand held a folder packet to his chest. The man looked around before staring in Morgan’s direction. Morgan frowned. “Princess, I’m gonna hafta let you go. Talk to you later.”
Morgan sat his chair down and watched the man. The others looked up as the man approached them. Morgan stood up to meet him. “Can I help you?”
The man pushed up his glasses. He looked snottily at Morgan. “Yes. I’m here to see a,” He glanced down at the folder in his hand, “Mr. Jason Gideon. Do you know where I might find him?”
The group looked at each other confused. Finally Reid spoke up, “Uhm, Agent Gideon is. . .”
Reid whirled around to see both Hotch and Gideon standing right behind him. Gideon eyed the man curiously. “I’m Jason Gideon. You were looking for me?”
“Yes. Well. I’m Patrick Trent, with Wolfram and Hart.” He reached into his pocket and handed over his card.
Gideon glanced at the card. “I’m sorry. But what does your law firm want with me?”
“Especially one that has a reputation for helping out the wrong sort of people.“ Hotch stated mildly.
The lawyer glanced at Hotch who had been staring at him since he arrived. Nervously, the man ruffled through his papers. “Uh.well. . . There’s . . . uhm. . . uh. ..a legal matter between Mr. Gid –“, a cough to his right interrupted him. Glancing over, Trent realized he was surrounded by the BAU team and Reid was looking at him pointedly. “Uh, Agent Gideon and a Jessica Harris.”
Gideon looked at Trent, his brow furrowing in confusion. “I don’t know a Jessica Harris.”
Trent looked down at his papers. “Uhm. .. her maiden name was Davens.”
Gideon thought about it. “Jessie Davens. I haven’t seen her in over fifteen years. What is this about?”
“Well, sir. It’s about your –“
“Hey! Who are you? You shouldn’t be here without a pass. This is a Federal building.”
Everyone glanced over to where JJ had caught some kid. The kid was dressed in a pair of baggy pants with a long sleeve shirt. Hanging off his lanky frame, he wore the most garish Hawaiian shirt you could think of. The brown haired kid snorted. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a visitor’s pass.
Showing it to her, he said. “Look, lady. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Tweedle-dum over there,” he gestured at Trent who glared at him, “hadn’t dragged me down here. I’d be happy to go back to Sunnydale.”
“That’s not your decision to make, Boy.”
“Again with the ‘boy’ crap. Does that make you feel better, Tweedy? Make ya feel like you’re above me? Trying to make me feel like a little kid who can’t defend himself?” The teen approached Trent, ignoring the group that surrounded him. “I’ve got news for you, Tweedy. I’ve seen a lot worse than you.”
“What did you need, Mr. Trent?” Gideon asked.
Trent gulped. He glanced at Gideon. “Uh . . . could we step into your office?”
Gideon stared. “Anything you need to say to me, you can say in front of my team.”
Trent paled and glanced at the group around him, especially the boy smirking at him. Finally regaining color to his face, he stood straight.
“Yes well. I’m here to inform you that Jessica Harris died last week.” He glanced over at the boy and smirked to see him flinch slightly. The others noticed as well and their dislike of the man grew. How could the man enjoy hurting the boy? Although no one knew why her death affected the boy, it clearly did.
“As I’ve said I haven’t seen her in years. How does this concern me?”
“Well, it concerns her son, Alexander—“
“Xander.” The teen mumbled, suddenly subdued.
Trent glared at the teen. “As I was saying, Alexander Harris, as a minor, is unable to care for himself.”
“Bet me. I’ve done fine so far.”
“As Anthony Harris, his stepfather, has declined responsibility for the child—“
“—the courts have decided to award custody of said minor to his biological father, one Jason Gideon.”