A/N: This is my first Criminal Minds fanfic so please bear it with me. The first chapter wont have a case cause is more of an introduction, but the others will have cases. These cases are based in real life situations since my family are all cops, feds, swat or lawyers. I personally have read various books of criminology, victimology and psychology. Please review the story so I can update faster, you have in your hands the story.

*Sorry for the grammatical errors, ideas are welcome. Enjoy =]

Reid PoV

'There are three types of lies: Lies, Damned Lies, and Statistics Lies.' -Anonymous

"I can work on desk duty, hell I can be the secondary hacker if necessary." Emily's voice could be heard from the small gap between Hotch's office. Aaron's soft but rough voice could be barely understandable, since he rarely raised his voice. Reid just shook his head and fought the small smile that was threatening to pass his lips. Emily was two months pregnant and her personal doctor put her on resting mode. She had a high probability of not only loosing the baby's life but her own as well, so Hotch send her home. Knowing Emily as well as his hand, Spencer knew she wouldn't back out without a fight, again he just mustered a twitch of lips.

"This is unbelievable, Aaron how could you do this to me? I know you are just scared that even if I'm pregnant I could be better than the team." Emily wasn't even trying to be quiet; her hormones were kicking in quickly especially when you were having twins. The amount doubles for each ovary that's fertilized…

"I give her a month before she comes begging back at the chief's door." Morgan said, casually resting on the edge of Reid's desk.

"A month is too much and we know it, Morgan. Now stop gossiping like a teenager and get back to work. I want that report on my desk by eight." Rossi said as he walked by coffee in hand to his office.

"But… but… Reid too was talking." Rossi just waved him off. "Why am I the only one who gets busted?" Morgan mumbled as he headed toward his desk.

Reid saw Morgan's 'It's not fair' look plastered on his face and couldn't hold it back any longer. Spencer burst out laughing, tears behind his eyes. Reid took shuddering breaths and fought back his way to sanity. With a last gulp of air, he relaxed into the chair desk and clutch his now hurting stomach. He looked up to see the whole bullpen watching him with strange looks, Spencer was about to start laughing when he heard a door slammed.

Prentiss passed past him going straight for the elevator; Spencer quickly got up and reached her before she took the elevator. On the short way he managed to stumble into two agents, forcing them to clean up the mess of papers from the fall.

"Leave it to you to make a scene before I leave… I'm gonna miss your ramblings, Pretty Boy." Prentiss said as she came forward and gave Reid a hug.

"We are all going to miss you; actually did you know that the mind begins to make you feel miserable after two weeks of not seeing the person you cared about."

"That's supposed to make me feel better Reid?"

"Um… no." He sheepishly looked away.

"Well see you in a year, have fun while I get all fat and hormonal." They both hugged

one more time and then Prentiss left for a long while. She had seven months more before she gave birth and another five extra as ordered by her doctor, Prentiss was in the highest scale of danger in pregnancy.

Snapping back from the confines of his mind, Reid made his way back to his desk, only to find two extra reports on it. He glanced at them then at Morgan who was suspiciously quiet writing down something.

"Morgan…"

"What's up Pretty Boy?"

"Do you know why two of your reports are on my desk?"

"I have no idea, are you sure that they are not yours." Morgan puppy eyes could fool any woman and some men but not Spencer Reid.

"Don't even think about it Morgan."

"Come on kid, please, I'll owe you my life if you do them."

"That's what you always say. But ill do them if you buy me lunch."

"Deal, thanks Reid." Morgan gave him a grateful smile and went back to work on the files in front of him.

"Lazy ass" Reid mumbled under his breath but Derek managed to hear him because a paper ball hit him on the forehead.

At eight the whole team where on their way to the parking lot, happy that the day was over. Everyone said their farewells and went their own way. Reid was just opening the door to his new-used car when his cell rang. When he saw the caller ID he groaned, JJ.

"Reid"

"Sorry guys but we have an emergency that can't wait until tomorrow." Reid close his phone and rested his head for moment against the door of his car. He was tired and just wanted a warm bed, but he had a job to do.

Twenty minutes later he found himself with the team on a jet to Florida.

"I think I've aged thirty years." Morgan said as he poured another cup of coffee.

"Reid what are the chances if I make a report and send it to the committee about installing beds on the jet?" Rossi asked sprawled on the chair his jacket off somewhere in the bullpen.

"Zero to none." They were several groans in the break room. Reid himself was trying not to fall asleep on the table.

The case was rather easy, once JJ made the press conference, the unsub made a mistake in one of his killing making it simple to catch him. The team had just arrived at Quantico and was beat dead, but Hotch had made it clear that if they wanted the weekend off they had to finish half of the reports today.

"Reid, do you always have to ruin my fantasies?" Rossi asked with his eyes closed.

"Guys stop fighting. I know we are all tired but let's finish this so we can take the two days completely off." Hotch spoke while he looked in the fridge for something to drink. Everyone groaned.

The door opened and a brunette head appeared. "Is Aaron Hotchner, in here?" Her voice was low and feminine with a barely visible hint of accent.

"That may be me, in what may I help you?" he kept seated but his face turned to all seriousness and no kidding.

The woman opened the door completely and strolled in, she went up to Hotch and gave him a file; using his peripheral vision Reid could see it was a sort of resume. Aaron glanced over it quickly and his brow wrinkled.

"I don't understand."

"I'm Agent Rodriguez the temporary replacement for Agent Prentiss. I'm from the BAU in London…"

"No I mean that I wasn't notified of this replacement."

"The process was arranged and completed the five days you were in Florida on the Back- Breaker case." The Agent gave a timid smile and glanced around the room. "So where do I put my stuff?"

"Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry is that I know you must be tired and I don't want to be much of a bother."

"Agent Rodriguez I don't want to seem rude, but I wasn't notified and even if I was I would have turn down the offer. This team is well equipped to be with one less agent." Aaron's eyes were hard and penetrating. Reid knew he didn't like the Superiors making decisions without his permission, in reality this was his team.

"You lost me."

"I'm turning down the offer."

"But they already approved it, the transfer is done."

"Look Rodriguez you are not needed here, we are capable of doing our job ourselves." Hotch was being a little cruel with the agent, the silent was almost unbearable.

"Hotchner I know that your team is more than capable of doing this job, but I'm here to give you an extra hand." It was strange to Reid that Aaron hadn't taken this conversation to his office.

"I won't repeat it again you are not needed, besides from what I could read you do not have much experience in the field." The woman was slightly shocked and her mouth was bit open.

"I've been two and a half years on the field, in that time I haven't taken vacations and the days off are scarce. I have been shot twice, taken hostage once and solved numerous cases. I think I'm pretty capable of being in the field Agent." Her eyes glared at Hotch, you had to give her credit she didn't seem to be scared of Hotch.

"As I said you are not needed and it's a matter of time when you can't do your job correctly." That was low even for Aaron. Spencer took a quick look around and saw the expression of his friends. Morgan and Rossi were staring at Hotch, and JJ and Garcia left quietly.

"You are afraid I'm going to break? Then Agent you are completely wrong, if I didn't break when I was a little kid, when my own father raped me and abuse me not just physically but mentally, I'm not going to break now trust me. I have no problem if you want to profile me, think what you want from me, but don't you ever doubt I can't do this job." Her eyes were hard and her voice unwavering. "And frankly you do need my help, the Agents here can do their job but how more do they have left? How much time does it need to pass before they can't do their job correctly and end up getting hurt?"

"Rodriguez your ego will be your downfall." What has gotten into Hotch, his never like this. Reid was thinking interrupting before something really bad happens, in fact 1 out of every forty job related fights end up in severe injury.

"My ego? I'm sorry if I gave the wrong impression when I entered that door, but I'm no where near righteous bitch." She turned to leave, but when she reached the door, stopped suddenly. "Since I'm not good enough for the field, my next comments will be wrong. Aaron Hotchner you are in your late thirties maybe early forties, you have a child, you still wear your wedding ring but you are divorced from her because you are not preoccupied in arrive home. You used to smile allot since there are faint laughing lines around your eyes, but that changed when something dramatic happen in your life. The stressor may be a family member or someone you loved dearly. You love your team and wouldn't hesitate to take a bullet for them. You probably have nightmares every day, your eyes are to baggy and your pupil enlarges when you focus in dark corners, as a result of a physiological trauma. You've barley moved since this conversation started which only means you have something strained in your body, in my opinion it may be the right foot or the neck. One more thing never loose your way, I can tell you are a great man, but don't let the shadows take control of you and turn you to the animals we hunt. Any case you need me my cell phone and address are in the file. I'll be here tomorrow in the analysis room on the second floor. Goodnight." She left slamming the door. The room felt heavy, Reid glanced at Hotch and could see the man was struggling. Morgan met his gaze and made a gesture in the direction of Hotch, Reid shrugged.

"Hotch…" Reid started, but Aaron had gotten up and was leaving the room.

"That was interesting." Rossi said as he saw Hotch enter his office. "I'm going to talk to him, see if I can figure out what has gotten into him."

Morgan and Reid nodded, after a few moments his phone vibrated. It was message from Garcia:

'Meet me in the Cave of Knowledge, we need to discuss something and pronto.'

He just shook his head and followed Morgan to Garcia's office.

First chapter finished YAY! Well please review if you want me to continue!