Criminal Minds fan fiction

"My Secret love"

Disclaimer: I own no characters of Criminal Minds. Only the story is mine.

Chapter one

"New York"

"If music be the food of love; play on!" -William Shakespeare

It was a rainy Monday morning as Special agent Dr. Spencer Reid walked into the bullpen of the FBI building in Quantico, Virginia. His mind was on other things besides the job with the Behavior Analysis Unit. His mind was on New York. The very thought of the Big Apple put a grin on the young genius's face.

"Someone looks happy on a dreary Monday morning."

Spencer looked up and saw Jennifer Jareau, or JJ as she preferred to be called. The pretty blonde was pouring two cups of coffee. She handed one to Spencer.

"Thanks. I need this." He poured enough sugar in his coffee to fuel an army.

"Trying to put yourself into a diabetic coma, Spence?"

"No. Just trying to wake up. Long weekend."

"Speaking of which, Will and I missed you Saturday afternoon. What happened?"

"I had to go out of town. Big emergency."

It was then that JJ noticed a shiny chain around Reid's neck. She lifted the chain and noticed a wedding band on the chain. It was weird that Reid would have any type of jewelry on since he only wore a watch.

"This is new. A wedding band? Something we should know about, Spence?"

Suddenly a voice said, "BAU team. Conference room."

It was Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, the team leader.

Reid was glad that Hotch had interrupted. He didn't want to explain the band he wore around his neck.

"Well?"

"It's my Dad's. he thought I might want it as he no longer wears it."

The fact that Reid's parents were divorced wasn't a secret.

"Oh," was JJ's reply. The answer seemed to suffice, however she had the feeling that Reid was hiding something. The ring, the goofy grin on his face. She sighed. Sometimes it sucked to be a profiler.

Inside the conference room, Penelope Garcia, the technical analyst, was setting things up for the meeting. The colorful analyst hit a button on the control she was holding.

"This case was flagged top priority by the New York City police. One of their own, a hostage negotiator, was taken. No ransom, no demands."

"What is the name of the victim," asked Agent Emily Prentiss.

Garcia responded, "Lt. Madalynn Dubois. She has no record of any living family."

"Why was this case flagged top priority," asks Agent Derik Morgan, a muscle bound black man.

Garcia responded, "Dubois is a graduate from the FBI academy. She chose, for whatever reason, to stay in New York. She not only is a hostage negotiator there, she also works with the homeless kids."

It was then that JJ noticed the goofy grin on Reid's face had been replaced by a look of shock and disbelief.

"Spence, you okay?"

His voice was barely audible. "She has a two year old daughter. Has she been seen or heard from?"

"How do you know this, Reid," asks Agent David Rossi, one of the founding agents of the BAU.

"Her name is Nadine Anna. She's two and is slightly asthmatic."

"Again, Reid," Rossi said, "How do you know all this. And don't say it's because you're a genius."

Reid's answer stunned all the agents into silence.

"Because I am Nadine's father."

After a few moments of silence, Hotch replied, "If you're telling the truth, Reid, I need to take you off this case."

"Hotch, this is the mother of my daughter! With Madalynn missing, who knows where Nadine is. You would do the same with Jack!"

Hotch sighed. Reid was right. He remembered the state he was in when his son Jack and his late ex wife, Halie was held at gun point by George Foyette. In the end, Halie had been killed, and Jack's life was in danger. Hotch didn't want another parent going thru that same pain. He thought of this team as a family.

"All right, Reid. You win. But the moment your emotions get too out of control, I'm pulling you off this case."

"Thanks, Hotch."

"Okay team, we meet on the plane in twenty."

Walking out of the conference room, It was then that JJ began to put the pieces together, concerning Reid's strange behavior. Another secret he was holding. One concerning the wedding band on a chain that hung around the young man's neck.