Hey! If you're reading this, you must be a Spencer Reid fan. If you're not, turn away now. Okay, enjoy! M for rape and later lemons.
Disclaimer: I don't own Morgan, Reid, Garcia, Hotch, Prentiss, Rossi, or any other characters that may appear.

Chapter 1

Reid POV

The BAU team walked into the Freedom of the Soul dance studio, owned and run by a group of women from a rehabilitation center, all raped. Our target was Alexandra Wilde, raped at age 18, 8 years ago.

"Excuse me," Hotch said to a woman at the front desk. She was middle-aged with brown hair and eyes. "We're looking for Alexandra Wilde. Is she here?" He showed her his badge.

"Oh, yes," she nodded. "She's teaching a 10-year-old ballet class. Studio 2." We nodded our thanks and down into the wooden-walled hall, decorated with glossy benches and paintings of nature scenes. We passed a door labeled "Door 1" with a door labeled Door 2 on the other side. We knocked and received a, "Come in!" We went in to see a woman teaching 10-year-olds how to pointe. She was short, with long dirty blonde waist-length hair and big bright blue eyes, looking like a living breathing Barbie. Complete with a perfect face and was dressed in a black leotard and tutu with white stockings. She looked our way and grinned, doing a ballon jump, making herself look light as air.

"OMG! Derek! How've you been?" she asked, skipping lightly up to Morgan. He hugged her.

"Awesome. And you?"

"Cool, cool. I'm recovered… mostly. Nightmares here and there, nothing serious." She shugged and grinned at him.

"What's up? And who are your friends?"

"Well, we found some stuff that might be related to your case." She looked aat him incredulously.

"Really? After 8 years, they're just finding something?" She shook her head. "This guy is really trying to throw you guys off."

"He surely is," Morgan agreed. "Alex, this is the BAU team. Dr. Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, and David Rossi." She smiled at us.

"Nice to finally meet the ever-famous BAU. Whenever I call he won't shut up out you guys." She cast a sidelong look at Morgan. Morgan rolled his eyes.

"Quit exaggerating," he scoffed.

"I would if I was," she retorted, putting her hands on her hips.

"Liar," he accused.

"Nuh-uh.

"Uh-huh."

Nuh-uh!"

"Uh-huh!

"Nuh-uh!"

"Um, guys? The case?" Garcia interjected.

"Oh yeah," they said in unison.

"Okay, first, how do you know each other?" Rossi asked.

"Self-defense classes." Again, with the synchronized talking.

"Second, stop doing that," Garcia said. "It's creepy."

"Sorry." That was getting weird.

"What did I just say?" Garcia asked. They laughed.

"Sorry. Okay, what's this lead?" she asked. Alex asked.

"There was a recent outbreak of rape-and-murber cases that we think may be connected to your case," Prentiss said and then looked around at the grinning 10-year-olds. "If you don't mind, we'd like to take you somewhere private?"

"Sure, no problem." She turned to the class. "Ladies, ladies, keep practicing. You're all doing great! Ms. Phillips will be in soon. Got it?"

"Yes, Madame Alexandra," they said. She nodded and grabbed her blue plaid drench coat off of the hanger and followed us out in her tutu and ballet slippers.

"Betsy, send Lilly into Studio 2. I've gotta get interviewed."

"Sure thing, Alex," the woman at the front desk said. We walked out into the warm summer air of Ocean City, MD. We all piled into the SUV, Hotch driving, Rossi in shotgun, and Morgan and Garcia in the second two seats, and me, Alex, and Prentiss in the very back, being the skinniest. My cheeks turned bright pink from being squished so close to someone as beautiful as Alex. I looked at her tentatively. She was blushing as much as me, if not more. She looked at me, feeling my eyes on the side of her head, and our eyes met. We both looked away quickly. I just looked out the window, watching as we passed by Phillips and the boardwalk rides, the bright swirling lights of the Ferris wheel making it nearly impossible to miss. The place we were to interview her was a while away, and we weren't going to the Maryland HQ, since that was 2 hours away. About halfway through the ride, I felt Alex's head fall on my shoulder, scaring the crap out of me. But when I looked down at her, her eyes were closed and her breathing was level and I relaxed. In fact, so relaxed I fell asleep, too. But all too soon, I was woken up by someone shaking me. I groaned and whoever was shaking me shook me harder.

"Dr. Reid," Alex cooed. "Wake up." I kept my eyes closed. "Wake up!" She slapped my cheeks back and forth. I opened my eyes to see her blue ones looking straight back at me. "Jeez. I thought you were in a coma or something." I chuckled and she climbed out of the car and we followed the others into the building. Morgan and Alex started to catch up and I just stayed behind and thought about nothing in particular. As we entered the police station and went into a private room, Alex started to really look stressed about her situation. I didn't blame her. Talking about being raped almost a decade ago can be hard. She sat down at the round table, Morgan next to her, Garcia next to him, Rossi next to her, Prentiss next to him, Hotch next to her, leaving me with the seat next to him and Alex.

"Could you explain exactly what happened 8 years ago?" Prentiss asked her.

"Okay, well, I was at an end of the year party with a bunch of my friends in Ocean City," she started. "I snuck off to take a dip. He hit me from behind and everything went black. When I woke up I was in a barn. Everything after that was a haze – he drugged me. The only thing I remember was the raping, him always wearing a ski mask, and disorienting green eye. One day I noticed the barn door's lock not all the way shut, and he was asleep, so, even thought I was still all giddy, I did the one thing any human being would do: I left. I stumbled to a road, like, 2 miles away, and passed out. I woke up in a hospital, white ceiling lights glaring at me. There was some lady I didn't know holding my hand and she called the doctor. They asked me like 20 questions. What's your name? Where do you live? How old are you? Where have you been? What happened? Things of that nature. They tested me and I found out I was pregnant. I didn't even consider an abortion. My twins were my life from then on. I had them, went to a rehabilitation center, I went to college to study criminal behavior and justice, and me and the girls opened the dance studio." Her voice had long since gone far away. She snapped back into the present. Garcia had tears in her eyes.

"Thank you, Miss Wilde," Rossi said .

"Just call me Alex."

"Alex," he repeated. "Well, your case is similar to those of the women we recently found. Only they didn't exactly escape." Alex gulped. "They were abducted from a party in Ocean City, raped, and killed. They all have your general character traits; blonde, blue eyes, pale skin, and fairly popular. Along with 18 or 17 years old and just graduating from high school." She held her temple between her thumb and index finger and groaned.

"This isn't happening again."

"What?" Morgan asked, worried.

"When I was there, there were other women, too. But as far as I could tell, I was his first victim. So, I'm just guessing that he bases all of his victims off of me, like he's duplicating his first steal." That was actually a good profile.

"Nice analysis," I compliment.

"Thanks. I just graduated my final year and have my doctorate degree," she smiled.

"Dr. Alexandra Wilde. It has a ring to it, I'll admit," I mused. She giggled.

"Okay, well, since this guy is coming after you, we fear he may be after your twins, too," Rossi said. Her eyes widened.

"What? No! No, he's not coming anywhere near them!" she exclaimed.

"Which is why," he continued, "Agent Morgan and Dr. Reid will be living with you as protection until this guy is caught." Morgan and I turned to him.

"What? Why weren't we informed of this?" Morgan asked.

"Last minute decision," he shrugged. And with this we set off toward our hotel rooms to get our stuff and then toward Alex's house in Ocean City. She doesn't live here, she just stays here during the summer. Because she can only be in the dance studio when she's off of school.

"Wow. Nice place," I said as we pulled up to Alex's house (Morgan driving, of course). It was a glass walled mansion on the outskirts of Ocean City. It had a pool in the back and had 3 stories, 6 bedrooms, 1 master, 2 medium, and 3 guest, 3 bathrooms, a deluxe kitchen, and a huge fireplace. A guy could get use to this. We dropped our bags in our rooms and settled in the living room. Alex came home an hour later, still in her tutu, followed by two little girls in identical tutu-leotard sets. They looked just like Alex, with blue eyes and dirty blond hair that fell to mid-back. They grinned when they saw Morgan and practically tackled him to the ground.

"Uncle Derek!" they shrieked. He laughed and hugged them back.

"Hey Yin and Yang," he laughed. They looked at me and smiled.

"Hi."

"Guys, this is Dr. Spencer Reid. He works with Uncle Morgan. You call him Dr. Reid or Mr. Spencer, got it?" The nodded.

"Yes, ma'am." They gave her an army salute and then turned back to me.

"I'm Brittany," one said. "Nickname Britt, codename Glitter Puke."

"And I'm Rosalina, nickname Rose, codename Dirt Cake."

"Hey," she smiled at them. They were adorable. "And you can just call me Reid, codename Pretty Boy." They cracked up and ran up the stairs. "It's going to take some time to tell them apart."

"Eh, you'll be able to distinguish them by their personalities, just like you can distinguish unsubs by the way they act," Alex shrugged.

"Are you comparing your daughters to criminals?" I accused.

"No, of course not," she said. "Just the way they're told apart."

"Great."