Spencer Reid sat in his lab, scribbling down notes in his barely legible handwriting. Looking back at the board of extensive mathematical equations, he head a faint knock at the door. He turned to see one of the internes, a young blonde woman, waving nervously at him. He smiled at her warmly.

"Sarah, what can I do for you today?" He greeted, pushing his glasses further up his nose. She smiled.

"Ah, I heard you grumbling about the lack of coffee this morning, and…" She let her sentence trail off as she handed him a large Starbucks coffee. He grinned broadly, now showing teeth. He accepted the cup eagerly.

"Thank you, thank you so much, this is exactly what I've been needing." He said emphatically. He took a huge drink of the sweet liquid and smiled. Everyone at his work knew exactly how he took his coffee. "He takes about a quart of sugar in it." the masculine voice floats through his head, almost like a memory. But it's NOT a memory. He silently scolded himself.

"Wow, if I knew coffee got that kind of reaction, I would have brought some sooner." She quipped. Reid gave her a slightly blank look before saying,

"Coffee will always get this reaction." She laughed, despite the fact that he was dead serious. "Well, um, thanks, again…" He said, holding the cup up slightly. She smiled and nodded before slipping out of the room. He rubbed his temples, trying to ward off the migrain he could feel coming on. This was going to be long day.

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Getting back to his apartment that night, Reid was ready to fall into bed, clothes and all. He walked into his bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror. The best way to describe is current look was haggard. He sighed, rinsing his face and walking into his bedroom to change into his nightclothes. As he did so, he thought about the strange dreams. They involved, for the most part, six other people. The problem was, he had never seen any of them before in his life. It was the strangest thing, because he would remember meeting anyone like these people, even without an eidetic memory. He had similar dreams every night. In these dreams he was in the FBI (Ridiculous… right?) and worked with a team of profilers to help catch serial killers. Reid pulled himself back into the present and turned off the lights, all accept the bathroom light, and crawled into bed. He was out within minutes.

Reid sat at his desk in the bullpen, demonstrating his physics magic to Garcia and JJ.

"Nothings happening." JJ said.

"Shh, watch, watch!" Reid told her. They all watched the tiny rocket in anticipation. At that moment, Prentiss walked through the doors. The rocket went flying across the room and both of the girls jumped.

"Ow, ahg, what?" Prentiss exclaimed as the rocket hit her square in the forehead. She rubbed the sore spot.

"Oh, I'm so, sorry Emily!" Reid said, trying and failing to hold back a laugh.

"What was that?" She asked, looking around for what just hit her head.

"Don't you recognize a rocket when you see one?" Garcia giggled.

"I- I was merely demonstrating a- a physics law, I didn't mean to-" Prentiss interrupted him.

"Ooh, show me!" She said rushing over to the small group.

"Alright, ah, turn around, please." He requested.

"Turn around?" Prentiss asked incredulously.

"Yeah, he's not gonna let you see how it's done." JJ said, playful exasperation in her tone.

"A magician never reveals his secrets." He said.

"I thought you said it was physics…?" She asked.

"Physics… Magic." Came his answer.

"Trust me," Garcia said, "It will not do you any good to argue with him." All of the girls turned, and he set to work making his rocket. When he shook it up and set it back down, he told them,

"Alright, alright, turn back and observe." He made a face, wiggling his fingers. All of them turned back and watched, as requested. The rocket went flying and all except Reid jumped. They all watched as the flying projectile landed at Hotch's feet. In sync, their eyes widened as he gave them a stern look and picked it up. And suddenly, all the girls had something else to do and they hurried away from Reid's desk. 'Traitors' he thought as Hotch made his way over to him.

"Physics magic?" Hotch asked, though it sounded more like a statement.

"Yes, sir…?" Reid answered, unsure if that was the right response.

"We talked about this." Hotch reprimanded.

"Sorry, Sir." Reid said, slightly bashful as Hotch set the rocket on his desk.

"You're starting to get some distance on those." He said, raising his eyebrows slightly, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Reid smiled back, relieved he was off the hook. Once he was gone, the girls gathered back around the desk.

"So, he does have a sense of humor?" Prentiss asked.

"Sometimes." Reid laughed.

Spencer groaned and rolled over to turn off his alarm. Opening his bleary eyes, he looked at the time. His clock read 7:00 in red letters. He sighed and got out of his warm bed to get ready for the day. After getting dressed, he sat at his kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal and drinking his coffee, while reading the news paper. The police had connected a series of murders, but were giving the media close to nothing. There was talk of bringing in the feds, but that's all it was. Talk. Rumors. He folded up his paper and stood from the table. He gathered his things and set off to work.