OccultatioIustitiaNulla

Author's Note: This is my first fanfic ever, so please don't hate me if you think it sucks. ^ ^ Well, I have this bad habit of day-dreaming (esp. during math class...) and one day I thought, "Hey! Wouldn't it be fun for Reid and Grissom to meet each other?" Then the evil and violent part of my brain said, "Oh yes! Mini Reid and mini Grissom should meet and Reid should DIE! MWAH HA HA!" But, no that would be way to mean to poor Reid. So, my mind will have to deal with him being seriously injured! Anyway, sorry there's not a lot of Grissom yet, he'll be a bigger character next chapter, promise! I hope y'all like chapter one! Please review if there's anything you really love...or hate... :D Oh yeah! And for those who want to know, "Occultatio Iustitia Nulla" is Latin for "There is no hiding from justice." What can I say? I like Latin!

Disclaimer: Well, I thought it would be obvious but I don't own Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid, CSI: Crime Scene Investigation or Gil Grissom. That would be the job of CBS. I am however, the proud owner of Eric Fletcher! Mwah ha ha!

Eleven-year-old Spencer Reid was running, running as fast as his legs could possibly carry him. He didn't know where he was running to, but he sure knew whom he was running from: Eric Fletcher and his gang were after him…once again. Why did he even bother trying to defend himself whenever they antagonized him? This skinny preteen was no match for three brawny seventeen-year-olds.

Spencer yelped as he tripped and fell onto the asphalt of a parking lot, skinning both his knees and his palms. The older boys soon had him surrounded.

"Well, well. Looky here, boys," Fletcher said in his annoyingly cocky voice. "Smart Ass can' even stay on his own two feet! Ha!"

The other two laughed stupidly at their leader's joke. "C'mon Einstein. Don' you know nothin' 'bout gravity?"

"Leave me alone," Spencer said quietly, avoiding eye contact as usual.

"And what'f we don' wanna?" Fletcher said kneeling next to the younger boy, his bleach-blond hair falling in front of his eyes. "Whatcha gonna do 'bout it? Bore us to death with your statistics and crap?"

Spencer could come up with about 473 different comebacks, but he decided that the smartest thing to do right now would be to keep his mouth shut.

One of the other boys, Jeff Duquesne, roughly shook the younger kid's shoulder. "Where're your manners Einstein? Answer the frikin' question!"

Spencer sighed. "Whatever I say isn't going to make you leave me alone, nor will stop you from bullying me, so what's the point in answering you?"

"Aw c'mon! We ain't bullying you, Smart Ass," Fletcher said with a grin and then kicked the younger boy hard in the chest so that he toppled over. "Now, see? That there would be bullying."

The other teens laughed again, one of them smashing the younger one's glasses. Soon a full beating ensued.

"You shouldn't've said that 'bout my mother Smart Ass," Fletcher said kicking the kid in the face. "Should've known nothin' good would come've it!"

And now my nose is broken along with my glasses. Wonderful. Spencer thought wryly, moaning in pain, unable to defend himself.

Once he heard the retreating footsteps of the older teens, the boy rolled up into a ball and prayed the damage wasn't as bad as it had been last time.

"Oh, we ain't done here yet Smart Ass," Fletcher whispered right in Spencer's ear. "Get up!"

The kid just groaned in response, so Fletcher grabbed him under the arms and yanked him up, holding him in a strangle hold.

"Let me go!" Spencer screamed, struggling to get free.

"Oh shut up you son-of-a-bitch," Fletcher pulled out a switchblade from his pocket. "You know, you really shouldn't've said that about my mother, Smart Ass."

Spencer's eyes widened in terror as he stared at the knife. "P-please."

"You really need think before you talk."

Spencer cried out as the knife was vehemently stabbed into his abdomen. Falling to the ground and clutching both hands to his stomach, he heard a man's voice yelling and running footsteps.

"Control, control! This is CSI Grissom requesting immediate paramedics and patrol to Lorenzi Park off of W. Washington Ave.! A kid has just been stabbed and the culprit's on the run, so far on foot. Do you copy?"