A/N: Yesh, I'm another Criminal Minds Freak, as well as a Spencer Reid Fan X) OK, so this is my first Criminal Minds Fan fiction, please don't be harsh…

Anyway I sort of came up with this idea when I watched 'Profiler Profiled' again. I was thinking 'what if that was Reid in his place? -Wink wink-But instead this happens when Reid hasn't joined the BAU yet =3

Most of this story will be set from Reid and Morgan's POV and occasionally Hotch's. Of course it's about the team as well =P

WARNING: Minor course language; blood, gore all dat stuff; maybe kidnapping not sure yet, I'll just go with the flow =)

Chapter 1: Arrested

Agent Moran edged forward stealthily, following the tall man walking on the side walk. He motioned for the rest of his team to do the same.

"Moran, you sure this is our unsub?" Agent Phillips muttered under her breath.

"We followed the profile provided carefully, I'm sure this is the bastard," Moran replied nodding. He looked at the walking man again and motioned for his team to forward after him. They nodded their understanding. Moran rushed forward and stopped behind the man, gun pointed at the back of his head. The man stopped walking abruptly.

"Put both your hands in the air!" Moran snarled at the man, "NOW!" The man immediately did so without hesitation. Moran removed his handcuffs from his belt keeping the gun pointed at the man. He reached out and grabbed the man's wrists and cuffed them together pushing the man facedown onto the concrete path in the process.

"Spencer Reid, you're under arrest for the murder of Priscilla Walker, Brianna Davis and James Parkinson!" Moran said triumphantly as he yanked the man back up. He saw the man's eyes widen in shock as Phillips rushed forward and grabbed the man's arm, pulling him towards their car.

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Morgan yawned heavily as he approached his desk and dropped his things onto the ground. He opened a file on his desk as Garcia approached him.

"Partied hard last night, muscle man?" She teased.

"Morning, Garcia," Morgan looked up and smiled at her.

"So what WERE you doing up so late?" Garcia smiled openly.

"I was just tired from that so-called haunted house case we had. Plus I was just wondering who the replacement for Elle was gonna be,"

"Aww, there I was thinking you were up 'cuz you missed me,"

Morgan snorted and shook his head looking back down at the file. Before he had actually started reading, however, Hotch walked up to his desk.

"Conference room, now," He said simply, before turning and walking to the conference room.

Morgan sighed, lifting himself up from his chair before starting towards the conference room closely followed by a worried looking Garcia.

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"Three months ago, three people diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia were murdered in the sanitarium they lived in, all one month apart," Hotch announced, "They were hit on the head with a blunt object. The unsub then mutilated their bodies and faces before slitting their throats and leaving them on their beds,"

"Uh, define mutilated," Garcia said with a pained expression.

"They were covered in blood and scars that were left by a knife. They were cut beyond recognition, their doctors only knew it was them because they were wearing their usual clothing,"

"So have we got anything on the unsub?" Morgan asked.

"The police have apprehended a suspect," Hotch replied.

"What?" Prentiss spoke up, eyebrows raised, "Then why are they calling us?"

"They can't get a confession out of the suspect, he keeps claiming to be framed. Plus they haven't got any hard evidence to charge him on, they arrested him based a profile they were provided with,"

"By who?" Rossi said.

"I don't know, the fact remains that they can't charge the suspect like this,"

"Who's the suspect?" Morgan asked.

"21-year-old Spencer Reid,"

"We know anything about him?" Rossi said.

"Not much, we only know that he his mother was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia and committed to a sanitarium when Reid was 18. Garcia, think you could find out more about him?"

"Way ahead of ya'" Garcia, who had opened up her laptop and started typing furiously , replied.

"Got a picture of him?" Hotch said.

"Yup," Garcia answered happily, turning her laptop to them. On the screen was a picture of a thin man most likely at the age of 18. He didn't look the slightest bit threatening to most of them.

"Do they seriously think this kid murdered three people right under the doctors' noses?" Morgan said feeling surprised that anyone would.

"Yeah, get this," Garcia spoke up again and she turned her laptop back to face her and started typing furiously again, "He graduated high school at the age of 12 and he's got an IQ of 187. He's also got three doctorates in Mathematics, Chemistry and Engineering. He's probably got way more achievements but I haven't found them yet… "

There was silence in the conference room, broken by Morgan giving an impressed whistle.

"Hotch, something just tells me this kid isn't the unsub," Morgan said looking determinedly at Hotch.

"Only one way to find out…" Hotch said, standing up.
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The team was surprised that the station Reid was being held custody in wasn't that far away, they didn't even need a jet there, it was just a 25 minute drive.

As they entered the station they were greeted by a plump man in his mid forties. He raised his hand.

"Agent Bryan Moran," He said cheerfully, shaking hands with Hotch.

"Agent Aaron Hotchner, these are SSA Supervisory Special Agent Morgan, Prentiss, Rossi and Jareau, the rest of my team," They ignored Moran's offer to shake hands.

"Ahem," Moran coughed awkwardly, "I suppose you're here about the murdered schizophrenics case?"

"Correct," Hotch said, "I believe you have a man custody?"

"Yep, a man named Spencer Reid,"

"You have any proof this is the unsub?" Morgan demanded.

"We arrested this guy based on a profile we were provided with," Moran answered dismissively.

"Who provided you the profile?" Rossi said.

"Prff, why do you need to know?"

"We need to know because the person who provided you with the profile may not be completely reliable," Prentiss said looking angry.

"Hmph, well if you must know, he was a highly respected profiler who heard about the case and that we had no leads, so he offered help,"

"What's his name?" JJ demanded.

"I'm in no jurisdiction to answer that," Moran answered, tilting his head uncertainly, "The name sounded familiar to me, though, and I thought he did work in the BAU at some point… I have a horrible memory so I'm not really sure…"

"…May we speak with the suspect?" Hotch said finally after a stunned silence from his team.

"Now look here, pal-" Moran started.

"We're the case too, now, if you want the guy to confess, we're ones who can get it from him," Rossi said.

Moran hesitated for a moment.

"Fine but I'm coming in there as well,"

"We can take care of ourselves," Hotch said.

"I know you can, Agent Hotchner, I just want to be there to see his confession in person," Moran said. He turned and led the team to the room that Reid was being held in.

"That's him," Moran said smugly, pointing through the one way mirror. The man sitting handcuffed at the table was extremely thin. His head was bowed, his long brown hair hiding his face. Hotch nodded and slowly entered the room followed closely by an eager Moran.

Reid looked up as Hotch entered the room. Hotch was shocked to see a bloodied gash on his right check and a black eye. He looked close to tears.

Sighing, Hotch sat down in the chair opposite of Reid while Moran lurked at the side of the table watching them both. Hotch took a deep breath.

"Spencer Reid, I am Agent Aaron Hotchner," Hotch said, showing Reid his badge, "You have read and understood your rights, correct?"

Reid nodded and muttered a soft 'yes…'.

"You understand that you may ask for a lawyer anytime before anyone starts talking to you?"

Reid nodded again, not looking at him.

Hotch sighed, "So do you understand why you were arrested?"

Reid nodded slowly, "I'm being charged for the murder of Priscilla Walker, Brianna Davis and James Parkinson,"

"See?" Moran, cried triumphantly, "He even remembers the names of the victims! Who remembers-"

"Agent," Hotch said shooting Moran a look that shut him up. Hotch turned back to Reid who looked closer to tears.

"Why did you do what you did?" Hotch said slowly.

"…I didn't do anything to them…" Reid muttered. He lifted his head and looked straight into Hotch's eyes determinedly. He looked so sad and scared that Hotch felt a pang of guilt shoot across his chest.

"You're telling the truth, Reid?"

Reid broke eye contact and looked down, nodding. A sudden loud bang on the table made him flinch.

Moran had slammed his fists on the table.

"God dammit!" Moran snarled down at him, "Every time we ask you that question you say you didn't do it!"

"It's the truth," Reid said, staring up at Moran.

"We have witnesses saying you were at the scene of all three murders!"

"The murders all took place in the same sanitarium," Hotch said.

"Oh, so you're taking his side, now?" Moran shouted continuing to stare at Reid.

"I… didn't do it…" Reid whispered.

"YOU ARE A LIAR!" Moran screamed, slamming his fists on the table again, causing Reid to flinch again and turn his head away from him.

"Agent Moran, calm yourself!" Hotch said standing up. An officer that was lurking in the corner rushed forward and pulled the furious Moran out of the room.

Hotch stood there stunned for a moment before sitting down again. Reid was looking at the door Moran had left, he looked closer to tears than ever.

"Reid," Hotch started. Reid turned his head back to face Hotch, "Tell me the truth, did you murder those three people?"

Reid shook his head quickly, "I would never do something like that…"

"How do you know the name of the victims after Agent Moran said it once to you?"

Reid hesitated before answering, "They were my mom's friends… in the sanitarium…"

Hotch sat there stunned for a moment before gathering himself.

"Is your mother friends with most of the patients in there?" Hotch asked.

Reid shook his head, "They were her only friends there. I visited her a lot more after the first murder because I was worried about her, I was on my way to the sanitarium when I was... arrested,"

Hotch sighed, "OK, I'll be going now," Reid nodded and looked down at his handcuffed hands again.

Hotch stood up and started towards the door.

"Did you know schizophrenia is passed down generically?" Reid whispered behind him.

A/N: …Soooo… How was it? =D Sorry, if you didn't get the ending of this chapter, it shows that Reid was scared that the murderer might have thought he had schizophrenia and decided to murder him like all the other victims =)

I'm not really sure what to put the rating as, I might raise the rating to M when it get nasty =}… You know what, screw that, It's being rated M =P

Uhm… -cough- Please, please, PLEASE review! If you do I promise the next chapter will be up sooner. And I just like knowing people read my stories…

…~3