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A/n hi all! This may or may not be a one shot. I got the idea from some you tube videos I ran across recently. I thought it might be fun to rewrite some Criminal Minds episodes to fit more of how we think they should have ended. So, this first episode is my rewrite of the end of "God Complex." If I do continue, then please be prepared for possible ooc behavior from all characters.

How God Complex Should Have Ended.

Reid left the phone booth and took a couple steps toward the train and home, then, as if a lightening bolt struck, he knew what he needed to do, what he had to do next. He turned and walked down the street in the opposite direction. As he hurried to his destination, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.

"Hotch… Yeah, I need to talk to you. It's very important."

An hour later, he sat in Hotch's office. "I met someone," he blurted out.

Hotch only stared at him with his usual glower fixed firmly to his face. After a minute and three blinks from Reid, he said. "You called me down here to tell me you have a girlfriend."

"No sir," Reid squeaked, "A few months ago, I read an article written by Dr Maeve Donovan. She's geneticist and the article was fascinating. I wrote her a compliment letter and she wrote back. We wrote for a few months and then we starting speaking by phone. You see, she has a stalker and it's not safe for us to meet -"

"Reid," Hotch put up a hand to stop him. "How long have you known about this stalker?"

"Um, about six months."

"Six months, and you've told no one."

"Well sir, I've suggested to Maeve that we help her but -"

"You suggested it."

Hotch got to his feet and began to pace the room. His sudden animation so startled Reid that he sank back into the couch in alarm.

"Yes, but she said she didn't want me to get hurt and I couldn't just -"

"She said she didn't want you to get hurt."

"Yes, she said she loves me," Reid said with much awe in his voice. "I mean we've never met. She's never seen me, or my giraffe neck and my messy hair. Maybe my mother is right and I should get it cut -"

"Reid!"

Spencer snapped up straight. "Yes, sir."

"I think there's something a little more important going on here than whether or not you need a hair cut," his boss boomed. "You know better than to keep something like this from us. Don't you care about this woman at all?"

Reid got to his feet in indignation. "Of course I do."

"You have a funny way of showing it. If you love her, why in the world didn't you come to me as soon as you knew about the stalker?"

"I don't know," Reid hung his head.

"Oh stop acting like Jack. You do know."

"Alright," Reid whispered. "I didn't want to make her mad at me."

"You didn't want to make her mad at you."

"It isn't helping that you're repeating everything I say in that sarcastic tone."

Hotch returned to his chair. "Focus, Reid," he snapped. "Now, tell me everything you know about her and then we'll get Garcia on the phone. We need to find this stalker and stop him before this gets out of hand."

"That's why I came to you," Reid said. "When she said she loved me, I knew I had to find her and help her."

"Thank God for small favors. That's the first sensible thing you've said since I got here. Now, is there any other surprise you want to spring on me and complete the ruination of my Sunday evening?"