"You should have thought about "Being sorry" before you yelled at me to get out!"
Reid could do nothing as she backed out of the driveway, and out of his life. At least right now.
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Reid sighed as he watched Morgan and Prentiss slip to more files onto his ever growing pile of paperwork. He got up to get some more coffee, and when he came back he saw two teenagers talking to his co-workers. He walked up to his desk and plopped back down into his seat to observe the two kids who were still talking to his friends. One was a boy, while the other was a girl. They were obviously twins, looking exactly alike. They both had brown hair and a set of hazel green eyes that looked extremely familiar. The boy had on dark wash jeans and a light purple shirt with a light blue scarf similar to his around his neck. The girl had on black jeans with a light blue shirt with a purple scarf around her neck similar to her brother's. They both had on bright yellow high-top Converse. Both of them looked dusty and dirty. Reid continued to look at the rarity of two kids in the FBI building, when he heard his name being called. He watched the siblings flicked a look each other a look before training their eyes on him.
"What Morgan?"
"They need to talk to you." He said, pointing his head at the two teenagers. The girl took a deep breath before speaking.
"Our mother is Mariah Dean; you dated her twelve years back. Umm your turn Elliot." She said looking at her brother. He shot her a look and she just shrugged. He said as he took up the story.
"Apparently you were young and forgetful at times, 'cause you have kids. Us to be precise. You need to read this letter as soon Blair gives it to you." At this, Blair hastily pulled a rumpled piece of paper out of her pocket and set it on his desk. Reid, with a shocked look on his face, quickly grabbed the letter and carefully read through the contents.
Spencer, if you are reading this, then I'm dead. Wow, that sounds blunt. I have been putting up a fight with cancer and I lost. You must know that these two are yours, surly you can feel the connection if you are the same man twelve years ago. The day after I left, I found out I was pregnant. My pride, though kept me from going back. That is the worst mistake of my life. But I had Elliot and Blair and life was good. Until the cancer came. I beat it once, when the twins were three. It came back when they were eight and that is when this letter was written. Enough about me, you probably want to know about your kids. Elliot Jason Reid Blair Alex ReidBorn: October 9, 1999 9:43 p.m. Born: October 9, 1999 9:45 p.m.
Allergic to: Chocolate Allergic to: Chocolate
They are both genius level in school. They have graduated high school and college. Elliot was on the college team for baseball, and Blair played softball. They both majored in Criminology, they got that from you! Now, you know the basics of your children, it's your job to learn about them. I am sorry Spencer that I sprung this on you on surprise, but please, one last thing for me, keep our children safe.
I am sorry, Mariah
Reid looked up from the letter to see Elliot and Blair with their heads bowed, shoulders slumped. They looked down right crestfallen, and Reid couldn't believe this. He had two kids, two genius kids, to take care of. He looked down at the letter again. He stood up and walked over to them and gently said,
"How did you find me?"
Blair smiled faintly, and nodded her head at her brother. Elliot looked up and said,
"You and the team are everywhere on the Internet."
After Reid, Morgan, and Emily all the immediate shock, they kicked it into gear. Emily hurried over to JJ's office and Morgan sprinted up the stairs to Hotch's and Rossi's offices to inform of the shocking news. That left Reid to supervise his children. They were forever sharing glances and seemingly understanding what they meant. Every once and a while, they would throw a glance at him and Blair would bite her lip, while Elliot seemed to flash him a look of what seemed to be uncertainty. Reid had just opened his mouth to question what they were doing, when a bright ball of pinks, greens, and yellows, tackled him with a squeal.
"Reid, why didn't you tell me you had kids! Oh, what's their names, when did they get here? Oh my gosh are they those two? Awww, Reid, you have twins! Oh, they are the cutest thing I have ever seen! Where's their mother? Did she just leave them here without coming in to see you? Well, that was kind of harsh; I mean it's not like you intentionally knocked-"
"Pen, your scaring them." Came JJ's voice, eyes looking at the two teens. Elliot had managed to move his body that he was protecting Blair, yet looked able to fight at the same time. Blair had not managed to contain her fear, but looked ready to take down anyone while having her brother's back. It scared the team of profilers and the tech that they seemed to have everything planned to a point, from the simple moves of the bodies to the fear, alertness, and readiness in Elliot's eyes, and they pure fear and determination in Blair's. Before they could voice their concerns, Hotch called them all into the Round Table room. Slowly the twins followed Reid up the stairs with JJ, Prentiss, and Garcia bringing up the rear. They had all noticed Elliot's hand placed protectively on Blair's back. All of them had wondered what had happened to these poor children that made them so fearful and protective of each other. Reid, especially.
CM*CM*CM*CM*CM*CM*CM*When they had all settled in the room, everyone turned to look at the two teens that had walked into their family.
"Would you two like to explain exactly what happened after your mom's death?" Reid suggested. Eliot gave a look at Blair and started to speak.
"After mom died, we went into foster care. They couldn't find a living relative willing to take us," Elliot said, casting a look over a Reid, "After a while, we ran into a string of bad foster parents. We would be hit, kicked, starved, you name it, it happened. Nothing ever happened to Blair, though we have come close. Those were the worst and not for the obvious. They didn't care about the kids; they would pay enough attention to the kids to be able to keep being foster parents. One family had a kid killed, because they let them go out in the road. That was when we were ten, and she was Blair's best friend. We were moved the following evening. When we turned twelve, a kid hit Blair so hard that it left her comatose for a month. That's when I decided enough was enough. As soon as she was good for transport, I took all the money out of mom's bank account that was in our names and with the clothes on our backs, we left. Blair had insisted we take the photo and letter mom had given us, so we took it with us. We were robbed once, and the photo was gone, but we knew that on the back said 'Mariah Dean and Spencer Reid' so we took a guess and looked you up, because I mean, look at us. We got your looks and nothing of mom's. It also helped that the letter was in Blair's pocket the entire journey, and had you being called our "Father". Mom's money didn't last though, because the majority of it was with the photo, and we had about fifty in our pockets. So we hitched rides in backs of trucks, in railcars, and we even met a fishermen who gave us an old two seat bike that is outside the building right now. Then, we ended up here. Talking to the family we aren't apart of."