Disclaimer- I do not own Criminal Minds or any of its characters.

This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction. would love some constructive criticism and I would love hearing any ideas you may have. I will try and update frequently (school and sports permitting). Thanks for at least giving this story a try. Sorry for any mistakes.

Las Vegas, Nevada

Spencer stepped into the large school building at exactly 7:35 like he did every morning. It was five minutes before everyone else normally arrived; this gave him time to get to his locker (unharmed) and go to homeroom early. Mrs. Gibbs, his homeroom and English teacher, didn't show up until 8:00 o'clock anyways, but she left the classroom unlocked. Spencer ran up the two flights of stairs and scurried down to his locker 204. He twisted the lock using his combination 23-07-13.
It took Spencer a whole two minutes to remember that it was a day 3; therefore
he had P.E. first period and didn't need any books. Spencer could tell you a
hundred digits of pi but when it came to common sense or remembering simple
things such as, where he left his homework, he was clueless. Looking down at his watch he saw that it was 7:39 and that the crowd of high school students would soon be flooding the hallways. Quickly shoving his orange and black backpack into his locker, Spencer walked down a few doors to his homeroom. Once he settled down in his favorite reading chair, a squishy bean bag chair in the back corner, he opened up The Divine Comedy and began reading so fast it would appear as if he was skimming.

Quantico- FBI headquarters, Virginia

Saying that Derek Morgan hated mornings was an understatement. Taking another sip of his coffee he looked over some old cases that he was reviewing in order to finish up paperwork. It had been over week since their last case and everyone was enjoying their much needed family time. After two hours of tedious paper work, Morgan went to go get more coffee and check in with Garcia.

"Look I know you love Henry but please try and cut back on the gifts, every time you come over the house is a wreck the next day."

"JJ, I can't help it, he is the cutest little thing in the world, I mean how can you not spoil that child"

"I found Legos in the cereal box this morning, he must have put them in their last night." JJ said.

Morgan was outside the door silently laughing to himself. He could just imagine JJ pouring out some Cheerios only to find Legos mixed with the cereal.

"Hey, Baby Girl" Morgan said. He popped his head inside her lair of computers.

"See my Morgan is here to defend me, tell her Morgan that Henry deserves to get toys from his godmother."

"I don't know Garcia, JJ has a point." Morgan added.

"Both of you out," she said shooing them away "I have work to attend to, oh and Morgan you may want to have a go-bag ready Jayje was telling me you guys have a case."

"Really," Morgan sighed.

"Sorry Handsome,"

Morgan walked out of her office.

"Round table in five." he asked JJ.

"Yep, you know the drill"

40 minutes later they were on the plane heading out west to Las Vegas. So far three men in their late twenties had been found shot in the back of the head execution style. Devin Gold, James Carson and Alan Chang were the victims. There were no signs of sadism; most likely this person was a mission based killer.

"When we land, Morgan and JJ go to Las Vegas High, all three men attended maybe we can find a connection. Rossi, you and Prentiss go check out the disposal site; now that it has been compromised he will have to use a new one. I will set up at the station." Hotch said.

"Hey Hotch," Morgan exclaimed looking over the crime scene photos again."

"Yes," he replied.

"Could this killer be a woman, look at the way they were laid out neatly, definite signs of remorse. Also, there is no blood down the neck; someone must have wiped it off post-mortem."

"It's defiantly a possibility, if this killer is a woman she may be going after men that remind her of someone."

"I agree with Morgan," Rossi piped up "I don't think a male mission based killer would show this much remorse. Even though one victim was Asian they all have dark hair and brown eyes."

Las Vegas, Nevada.

Physical Education or P.E. as it was called was horrible. Even though Spencer was only 11 he still was in the same class with juniors and seniors. The locker room situation was horrible changing into gym clothes was easy; as long as he got to class early the room was vacant. After class was another story, bullies had evolved, they know that there are no cameras in locker rooms and that after gym is the best time to bully someone. It was at times like these that Spencer wished he was a girl, he doubted that an 11 year old girl would ever get beaten up in a girls locker room. Quickly Spencer changed into a gray t-shirt and black shorts and, ran out of that room and into the gym as fast as he could. Today they were running outside on the track around of school. Days like these were good, Spencer could just walk and not show off how uncoordinated he was. No one would dare mess with him because every classroom had windows and teachers would easily see. After signing in on the attendance sheet, Spencer headed out gym doors and started to just walk around.

An hour goes quickly when you are thinking, and boy, did Spencer think. He thought about his parents who had died in a car accident three years ago. He thought about his current foster family who he would do anything to get away from. Mason, his foster dad, liked to drink. A lot. Sometimes when he was really drunk he would take it out on Spencer. He would use his belt and whip him on the back. Sometimes, Mason would straddle his hips and just punch him in the face; for no real reason. After walking three laps the whistle blew to let them know that they had to head back inside. Cursing at himself, Spencer ran back to the gym. He was on the opposite side of the track when the whistle blew so he wouldn't be able to get to the locker room early today.

As he re-entered the building, Spencer could see that he was probably the last kid to come inside. He darted into the room only to bump into Mike. Mike was easily the scariest dude in the school, he was the star basketball point guard and an a$$.

"I'm s-so s-sorry" Spencer managed to say.

"Next time watch where're you're going, fag." Mike said. He pushed Spencer into the wall to prove his point.

Spencer just hurried on to his locker, thanking the lord that Mike hadn't decided to beat him up. Spencer was pulling of his shirt when he felt someone grab his hands from behind. His shirt was stuck on his head, so he couldn't see who had grabbed him, although he assumed one of Mike's crew.

The shirt was pulled of his head just as his shorts were pulled off too. Spencer stood their scared out of his mind, barefoot with nothing but a pair of blue boxers on.

"Wh-what are you d-doing?" Spencer asked in a high pitched voice.

"Teaching you a lesson," Mike said.

Mike put his hands on Spencer's shoulders and marched him out of the locker room and into the hallway.