Family Reunion

Chapter 1

Disclaimer - I don't own CM. I only own the DVDs and a T-shirt.

Note - Takes place after "The Reckoner." Contain various spoilers up until that point.

Spencer Reid was relieved, but saddened concerning the events that happened at Comack, Long Island. He wished that he had been able to be there with the rest of the team, however, because of his knee, he was not yet cleared for travel yet. Spencer sighed, in both frustration and pain. He sat down, and turned on his old television, finally switching the channels until he reached a Doctor Who marathon. He almost immediately started to drift off when he heard a knock on the door. Spencer opened, and was surprised by the person at his doorstep.

"Um, hi Dad. How did you find me?" Spencer asked nervously. He knew he had an unlisted number and his place was not public.

"Well, Spencer, I happened to be in town on business, so I decided to pay you a visit. I hired a private detective to find out where you lived, and understand if you never want to speak to me again, but I wanted to clear the air between us," William Reid explained.

"Look, uh, dad, I appreciate you coming over, but could this wait until morning?"

"Sorry about the late hour. Would you like to have breakfast with me tomorrow."

William gave Spencer a piece of paper with a number and hotel room number on it.

"That's where I'll be staying for the next month or so," William explained.

"Next month or so?"

"We can't set a a new branch overnight, contrary to what you may believe, Spencer."

Spencer immediately thought of his mother, back in Las Vegas, all alone. He thought about it for a second or so before speaking again.

"But what about Mom? She's up there, all alone," Spencer interjected.

"She has been up there for quite a while, and I have only visited her twice, both time within the past year," William admitted. "You know, if you hadn't have remembered parts of the Riley Jenkin's case, I may have never seen her again. I don't deserve seeing her, or you, ever again. I was a coward, and had plenty of opportunities, but never did anything to help my situation out. I even don't hold any hard feeling about you thinking that I may have been the killer. I knew that your brilliant mind would have eventually remembered."

Spencer stared at his father, still processing all of the information just presented. He had wanted some type of catharsis with his father, but was completely caught by surprise at his father's confession. Spencer reluctantly let his father inside, where his father noticed Spencer's limp, and grew concerned.

"How did that happen?" William asked, pointing towards Spencer's knee.

"I got shot a couple of months back protecting a doctor. The Unsub was psychotic or anything, just a grieving, confused father."

William looked at Spencer with something that Spencer had not seen in a very long time in his father's eyes, concern.

"I never could understand you, son. With all of your intelligence, you still use it for the FBI. I could get you into my firm, you know. I have helped several individuals using my intellects, and we may be even able to help pay for your law degree, not that it will take you very long to get it. I don't think that the bar will be an issue either."

"I enjoy my job, dad. No thank you."

"Please, at least give the offer some thought. And if you change your mind in the future, I WILL be there to back you up. I don't want to see you hurt anymore, Spencer."

Thank god you never found out about the Anthrax, if there really is a god out there, Spencer thought sourly. William looked again at his son.

"Is there something else that's wrong, Spencer? Do I need to know something?" William Reid asked anxiously. Spencer thought for a second or so before answering him.

"Oh no, Dad, just thinking. I, um, was wondering, maybe this weekend, that we might be able to spend some more time together, but right now, my legs are exhausted, and the lasyt case we were on tired me out."

"Rain check for this weekend then?"

"Absolutely. that is, if you can spare the time off work."

"The same goes for you. You never know when a major case will come."

Spencer pointed to his crutches.

"I'm still not cleared for travel."

"Let me understand, then. So unless the BAU has a case here, you can't help them."

"Oh, quite to the contrary. I just means that I am stuck with our technical analyst, Penelope Garcia, and using her computer skills, which are one of the best in the world, helping the team remotely."

William frowned.

"If what you are thinking is did she go through your records and computer during the Jenkins case, she in fact did. She was trying to help, and meant no ill will towards you. She in fact informed me that you have almost every article, every dissertation of mine archived on your computer."

William couldn't help but smile. Then he did something that Spencer never expected, William hugged his son. Then William gave his son his business card.

"That number is to my cell. I don't want to be a stranger anymore in your life. Please give me a call when you can."

"All right. It might be a day or two before I am able to give you a call."

"Anytime. I mean it."

With that, William Reid left his son's apartment. He looked at the light in his son's window, hoping that there would be some way to talk him into leaving the FBI. He didn't want to outlive his son, and knew that if his son didn't leave the FBI, that William may end up just doing something he hoped he wouldn't regret.

A/N - I hope to continue this one, as well as the others. In fact, I am working on some of the chapters on some of my old stories. Please Read and Review, pretty please?