Dear Reader,

I realize that most of you will probably skip over this, fine, but you can't say that I didn't warn you. I would like you to know a few things before we begin this journey: first is that this will most likely not only be my first authors note, but my last. I do not enjoy all the extra talking immediately before and after the chapter, it only confuses and serves to pull you out how I have intended this story to be read. Therefore, this disclaimer shall have to be sufficient: I do not own Criminal Minds, its characters, plots, actors or anything of the like, I have simply written this for my own entertainment and thought that you might like a look into my head.

I would like to apologize in advance for any misspellings, grammatical errors, etc. as my brain often likes to work faster than my hands and I get a little mixed up, I am using Word though, so it shouldn't be too terrible.

Which brings me to my next apology: I am sorry if at any time any of the characters seem… out of character. I have tried my hardest to keep them true to the show, I have done my research, but it is difficult sometimes to deliver actions and responses that they would give and not that I would give. But, I think that is the key to good writing, multi-dimensional characters that are different from one another. So I will work and rework each paragraph to make it as genuine as possible, however, some creative license will have to be taken to get the story where it needs to go.

Well, I hope that covers most of it. Here is where I should beg for comments and reviews, and while I would appreciate them, my posting will not be dependent on them. And although I would hope that this is obvious, 'flames' are not appreciated; I can take criticism, but only if it will help the story or me as a writer.

Thank you for your time and patience, as I am known to suffer writers block.

Alex

"I think that went well," the tall skinny genius said to his older team mate.

"Yeah, Reid, okay," the Italian man said wearily. Reid had told another one of his jokes, and these kids weren't even in college, they were sent to a local high school this time. They didn't even have a chance to understand his jokes. But there were a few nervous chuckles.

"Rossi, I'm sorry, high school was never my element. It might be better if they sent a well-trained monkey on these visits. It might be more relatable." He sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets, and continued to walk down the hall.

"What kind of a teacher are you?" A young woman yelled at a tall, muscled man in basketball shorts, "no sorry, you're a P.E. teacher; so that was a stupid question. What kind of person are you?" She was huffing and in the man's face, he had the decency to look ashamed for whatever he had done. Well, she was trying to be in his face, in reality she only came up to his shoulders. Reid tried not to stare, he went to turn away but then he noticed the child clinging to the woman's skirt, he couldn't have been more than ten years old, he was of Asian descent so Reid was curious as to the relationship between the woman and the boy. Reid wanted to look away, but the profiler in him was curious, so he shooed Rossi toward the door while he bent down to re-tie his shoe. "He is younger, he is smaller, he needs people to stand up for him, he is strong but he can't do this alone! You are supposed to be someone he can look to for help! This is how you help? You were going to stand there and watch him get beat to a bloody pulp!" The boys standing off to the side chuckled. "Oh! You think this is funny, huh? You arrogant, air-headed twits, if you ever lay a hand on him, or anyone, again, well, everyone will exactly why it was that Jenny Bellman moved away," the buff one gave the squat one a disgusted look. She turned on the buff one "and I know exactly what you do after school, wouldn't it be a shame if everyone else did?"

She turned on her heel and towed the boy along behind her. Reid stood up and tried to discreetly watch as she passed, but when she made it to him she stopped and turned to him. "I am sorry you had to see that, bullying is unacceptable, don't you think?"

Reid looked startled, "uh- y-yeah."

They turned to walk away and Reid stared after them, "uh, wait! Wait up a moment!"

They pair turned to look at him, and the woman spoke, "sorry?"

Reid walked up to them, and then bent down to be on level with the boy, "my name is Spencer, what's yours?"

The boy looked up to the young woman and she shrugged. He looked back and answered, "Charlie, and this is my mom, Adeline."

Spencer Reid looked up at the young woman, mildly surprised, she looked very young to be a mother, "Hello, Charlie and Adeline, Charlie, I was- uh- I was wondering, do you attend school here?"

Charlie looked slightly confused and Adeline drew herself to her full height, prepared to defend her son. "I do," he answered calmly.

"And how old are you?"

"I'll be ten in June."

"You're pretty smart then, no? Well I know it feels, and you should be thankful for your mom, that she stands up for you." Spencer looked up at Adeline, then back at Charlie, "I wish I could tell you it gets easier, but I haven't gotten there yet."

"I have an IQ of 173, I am in calculus, I know four languages, I play three different instruments and I know 604 constellations, you know how it is? I am easily the smartest student in the district and probably the state and yet I am walked on and pushed around like a speck of dust, you know how that is?" Charlie looked at Spencer with eyes full of pleading, there was not an ounce of pride in anything he said, he simply stated it as fact. Charlie was tired of it, the only reason he came back to this hell every day was because of the knowledge, but even that was wearing thin.

"I do, I have an IQ of 187, I read 20,000 words per minute, have an eidetic memory and graduated at age 12, I have three doctorates and two bachelor degrees, I know what it's like to be the awkward little shrimp that everyone shoots dirty looks and makes fun of." Charlie looked surprised, but happily so, he seemed excited to speak with someone of his caliber. "Here is my card, call me if you need anything, or just want to talk." He gave an awkward little smile. The card read 'Dr. Spencer Reid – FBI'.

Charlie handed it to his mom, and she nodded and tucked it into her back pocket, "FBI huh? Well, Dr. Reid, we have an appointment to get to, I hope we'll get to talk to you again soon." She smiled, and when she did something inside of Spencer clicked, and her dark brown curls bounced as she walked off and something else clicked.

"Yeah, I-uh I hope so too." He said softly.

A week had passed since Spencer Reid first met Adeline and Charlie Owens at the school and since then they had talked every other night (with Addie and Charlie using speaker phone) and had made plans to meet this Friday and go to dinner and go bowling, Spencer was to pick them up at 6:00, and he was very much looking forward to it, just one problem, he had no idea what to wear.

"Hey, Morgan, I need your help," Morgan looked slightly surprised but came over to sit on the edge on Reid's desk. "What would one wear to go to dinner then go bowling?"

Morgan looked shocked for a moment, but that was soon replaced with a more confident look, "why? You got a date tonight boy genius?"

"Not really, so are you going to help me or should I go to Garcia?"

"Not really?" Morgan said ignoring the threat and continuing to tease the younger agent. "Are you going with a woman?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"Then it's a date, personally, I wouldn't go bowling, you should take her to a club, it is Friday. Wear some jeans and a button up shirt, ditch the sweater vest though."

"I don't think a club would really be appropriate-"

"Appropriate? What are you? Thirteen? Do it. Buy her a few drinks, who knows you might get-

"We're taking her son."

Morgan was speechless, for a moment. "Don't take her to a club. Don't get her drunk. Jeans and a button up are good." He got up, and started to walk away, "I want details later."

"We met when-"

"Later." He walked away.

Spencer was confused by Morgan's actions but he got what he needed so he let it go.