Just a lil' sumthin' sumthin' I decided to do lolz :P I originally started it for a friend, who's OBSESSED on Criminal Minds.

So, here we go~~~~

Chapter 1

"I think Reid's up to something."

Emily Prentiss blinked a couple of times and looked up at Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, who had just come up and was now leaning against the other's desk with a frown furrowing her brows.

"What do you mean by that?" Emily asked, finishing off the report for their last case.

"Haven't you noticed?" JJ said, chucking her head at the direction of Spencer Reid's desk. He was currently having a whispered conversation on his cell phone, a small smile toying on his face as he scribbled something on a report. "The whispered conversations? Checking his phone every few minutes?"

"It sounds like someone has a girlfriend," Derek Morgan chimed in, eavesdropping on the conversation.

"Our baby Reid?" Penelope Garcia frowned, crossing her arms. "I think you've totally got it wrong, my dear Adonis. It's just too hard for my beauteous brain to understand. He's too sweet and innocent to date anyone."

"Come on," Emily said reasonably. "He's a grown man. It isn't that hard to believe that he has a love life."

"Who has a love life?" David Rossi said blankly, putting the pen he had borrowed from Emily back on her desk.

"Reid," JJ and Garcia said in unison.

"You think he does," Morgan corrected with a chuckle, watching Reid as he smiled gently into the phone.

"I kinda wanna hack is phone," Garcia said compulsively, staring intently at Reid's phone.

"Don't do that," Rossi reprimanded gently. "Hotch sure as hell wouldn't be happy about that-you know how he feels about you hacking into things without his permission. If you're so desperate to know, then just ask him yourself."

"But it's so much more fun to gossip," JJ pouted sarcastically.

"Why are you all sitting around, not doing your work?" Aaron Hotchner said as he came up, wearing his trademark frown. "Did you sneak so many files into Reid's stack that you don't have any to do for yourself? I'll gladly fix that if it's your problem..."

"We're trying to figure out if Reid has a girlfriend or not," Garcia told him cheerily, inspecting her long, fake nails.

"I highly doubt that," Hotch muttered under his breath.

"Hm, I wonder what kind of girl he'd go for," Emily hummed, resting her head in her hand with a dreamy expression.

"I'm just surprised he'd actually have time out of work to meet someone," Morgan grinned. "He practically lives here."

"Shh!" JJ hissed. "Here he comes!"

Reid had hung up on his phone and was now coming over, his messenger bag slung over his shoulder and a happy look on his face. "Hey," he said with a curious frown. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Garcia said innocently, "just gossiping over the latest celebrity news."

"Oh, okay," he said. "Um, I think I'm gonna call it a day."

Everyone froze, and Morgan choked on his coffee out of shock. He quickly grabbed a napkin and wiped off the coffee that had spilled onto his chest. He threw them away when they were too soaked to help anymore, and Garcia shoved some more at him without looking, her eyes fixed on Reid.

"You're taking the rest of the day off?" Hotch said in disbelief. He couldn't remember a time when Reid had taken off before work was done. It had to be something incredibly important for this to happen. "What's going on?"

"I just have to go to the airport," he said elusively. "To...pick up a friend."

"A female friend?" Garcia pressed, the interest on her face evident.

"Perhaps," Reid said, a smile toying on his lips. He turned to his boss. "I hope that's okay, sir?"

"Of course," Hotch managed, still confused on what exactly was going on. "Uh, be safe."

Reid smiled and nodded. Waving a hand slightly in good-bye, he started out of the office. There was an obvious bounce in his step, and he was even whistling a joyful tune from between his teeth. His team watched him until he disappeared out of the building.

"That was so...creepy," Emily said, blinking rapidly.

"I was so close to getting answers!" Garcia wailed, shaking her fists in the air as she leaned against Emily's desk. "Damn you, Reid! You're too good at getting away sometimes!"

"You'll get your answers tomorrow, Baby Girl," Morgan said, going back over to his desk. "You'll just have to be patient until then." Garcia frowned and chucked a fluffy pink pen at his head, missing.

"He's obviously smitten," Emily observed, going to her desk. Even though they weren't supposed to do it, she was profiling him. "Maybe a past lover?" She grabbed a stack of files off of her desk and slipped them into Reid's pile-a small revenge.

"Maybe someone he met while visiting his mother out in Las Vegas," Garcia said, chewing the end of a pencil. "He has to have gone to some casinos while he was there. It's Vegas, for God's sake.

"No profiling," Rossi stated, mockingly chastising her. Hotch minutely rolled his eyes.

"I think I'm gonna go stalk him," JJ said abruptly. At the unapproving glare sent her way by Hotch, she added hastily, "For safety's sake. I want to make sure that everything's alright with him...and stuff."

"I kind of want to go too," Rossi admitted with a sheepish grin.

Hotch rolled his eyes and groaned. "My team's horrible," he growled. "No, you cannot stalk your teammate."

"You're no fun," Garcia whined, pouting her lips. "Come on, what harm could it do?"

"It could destroy the trust he has between his team," Hotch said in a monotone, "and decrease his work performance. You know how he already is with relationships between individuals. This could make him pull away from us all."

"Damn logic," Rossi muttered begrudgingly under his breath. He hated it when Hotch made logical arguments to a situation.

"Fine," Emily said, smiling mischievously. Hotch sent her a warning glare, and she shrugged innocently. Everyone slowly and reluctantly returned to their desks, going back to their work.

Meanwhile, Reid couldn't stop grinning as he drove towards the airport. He'd been waiting for this moment for a long, long time. He could barely sleep the night before out of pure anticipation. He had made sure the room was perfectly in order, and that there wasn't a speck of dust on any surface of the house.

He pulled into the waiting lane and turned his car off. He stepped out and leaned against the car, anxiously tucking at his sweater vest to make sure it was in the proper place. He wanted nothing to go wrong when she arrived. It would be horrible if they're first few moments together ended badly.

The automatic slid doors opened and an average height fifteen-year-old girl stepped out with two bags. She had light-brown hair that came just past her shoulders and startling, icy blue eyes. Her skin was dark, and her features were sharp. She was dressed in a black Hoodie and plain jeans that covered long legs. Black-rimmed glasses covered her eyes, and a purple hat finished the look.

Reid's face lit up at the sight of her. "Eon," he said in greeting. She smiled timidly at him and hugged him around the neck.

"Hi, Uncle Reid," she said in a small voice that had a Swedish accent, pulling back. "It is great to see you again."

Reid kissed her forehead and took the bags from her, opening the trunk. "How was your flight?" he asked as he loaded them into the back of the car. The door came sliding back down easily when he was done.

"Uneventful," she replied. "There was some mild turbulence, but nothing major."

"Good, good," he said easily. He jerked forward and opened the passenger door for Eon. She was uncertain for a second, then smiled and thanked him as she carefully slid into the worn seat.

"How is work going?" Eon asked, staring absently out at the passing scenery.

"Oh, same old, same old," he replied. "Lots of serial killers, stalkers, and schizophrenics." Eon's lips upturned into a smile and a gentle laugh escaped.

"Sounds very boring," she said sarcastically.

Reid's mouth twitched into his own smile. "Is Dahlia still doing okay?" he asked, referring to his older sister and Eon's mother. He hadn't seen her for a few years, and hadn't even talked to her for the same amount of time.

Eon froze. Her fists tightened instinctively, and her gaze lowered slightly. "Meh, she's still the same," she said, forcing her voice to stay smooth and cheerful.

Of course, Reid noticed this. It didn't take a profiler to see that she was distressed about something. He knew better then to press the topic, though. It was only her first day here, and he didn't want her to think that he would be questioning her the whole trip.

Sighing, Reid pushed it out of his thoughts and turned down the street.

"This is your room," Spencer said as he opened the room.

The room was medium-sized, with a large bay window and plain brick walls. The floor was made out of wood, and a circular blue rug covered part of it. A single bed was pushed up against the wall in the corner, and a chest was against the other wall. A door led into a small closet, and in the center was a brand new art easel that Reid had bought especially for her.

"Do you like it?" Reid asked nervously. He'd always been an uncertain, skittish man, and this was making even more so.

"It's amazing," Eon breathed, setting her bag down on the bed and staring at the room in wonder. "I couldn't have asked for anything better!" She stopped at the easel and rubbed it with her hand reverently. She turned to Reid and smiled widely at him. "Really, Uncle Reid, this is too much."

"Not at all," he replied easily, awkwardly putting his arm around her shoulders in a brief one-armed hug. "I hope everything's alright?"

"Better than alright," Eon enthused, returning the hug with one of her arms. After a couple of seconds, he let her go and stood back, scratching the back of his head in an embarrassed gesture.

"I'll let you settle in," Reid said. "And I'll start making dinner. Does spaghetti work for you?"

"Sounds good," she replied. "I will not take long, I promise." He nodded his head and went into the small, yet nice, kitchen. He started boiling a pot of water and set out a jar of tomato sauce.

His cellphone started ringing, his work ringtone. Sighing, he put it on speaker as he continued cooking. "Reid."

"Reid," Hotch said on the other end. "There's a new case we need your opinion on. "

"Go ahead," he replied as he pulled out garlic bread also from the fridge.

"Police outside of Des Moines, Iowa were alerted of a potential abuse case," JJ calmly said, joining the conversation. "But there wasn't a bruise on the victim's body."

"248,300 women were abused last year," Reid stated calmly as he set the oven. "Only 40% of those women actually seek medical treatment after the initial attack-maybe it was something that happened in the past, and was brought back up by a painful experience. How did her partner act when questioned?"

"The husband's obviously an Alpha male. He refused to admit that he had ever laid a hand on his wife," Emily joined in.

"Domestic abuse doesn't have to necessarily be physical," Reid said thoughtfully, running a hand through his hair as he stuck the bread in the oven and put the spaghetti into the now boiling water. "A large margin of it can be all psychological-little things, like taking away her right to go out with friends, or as seriously as calling her demeaning names and insulting her on a regular basis."

"Do a psychological eval on the wife," Reid heard Hotch tell someone in the background. "Question the husband about how he treats her at home, and do the same to the victim." In a louder tone, he addressed Reid with, "Thank you for the opinion."

"Is there anyone there with you?" Garcia blurted.

Reid raised an eyebrow, a smile quirking his lips as he pulled the bread out. "I thought this was a strictly business call," he pointed out.

"He doesn't deny it," Emily crowed on the other end.

"Yeah, I'm hanging up now," Reid chuckled, rolling his eyes.

"Not until you explain in explicit detail about who's with you!" Emily ordered, giggling maniacally.

"Is she European?" JJ asked. "I bet she is. Oh-h, probably from Spain! You seem like the type who would go for a Latino girl."

"Why are you-wait where'd you get that?" he asked blankly.

"I have my ways, O Genius One," JJ giggled maniacally.

"I think you're spending too much time with Garcia," Rossi's voice said in the background. There was a noise of something hitting another thing, followed by a yelp. "Geez, Garcia, I wasn't trying to offend you or anything."

"Think before you speak, O Chubby One," Garcia mocked, and Reid swore he could hear her sticking out her tongue at him.

"Definitely hanging up," Reid said loudly as Eon came in. He ended the call just as Garcia and JJ let out annoyed shrieks. "Hey, sweetie," he greeted pleasantly to her. "Is everything all set?"

"Yes," she said. She gestured at the phone. "Was that a work call?"

"Uh, yeah," he said as got out a strainer for the noodles. "They just needed a quick consultation. You'll meet them sometime in the near future." Eon nodded and sat down at the small kitchen table, messing with the bracelets on her wrists.

"What are they like?" she asked.

"Very..." he searched for a word. "Very different, I believe is the best way to explain them." She raised a questioning eyebrow. "You'll understand when you meet them." Chuckling slightly, she nodded.

"Can I put on some music?" Eon asked, pointing at the stereo in the living room. After he consented, she flipped through the CDs until she found one that she liked and popped it in. K-OS started to gently thrum through the stereo, filling the room.

"School starts next Monday," Reid offered in the silence that followed, dumping the boiling water and its contents into the strainer. "Don't worry, I bought all the supplies for you."

"Cool," Eon said, getting up to set out the plates. "Thank you so much for doing that for me. You did not have to do it."

Reid smiled and patted her head, embarrassed. "It, um, wasn't a problem. I just didn't want you to be stuck with nothing on your first day at a new school. It's already going to be hard enough that you're going to school in the middle of the year, and everyone's going to be older than you..." He knew that he was babbling, but he couldn't stop. Why am I so nervous?

Eon laughed, setting the plates and forks down on the table. "It was kind of you," she said once he was done. "So thank you again."

He clamped his mouth shut, stopping the stream of nonsense. He put the pasta and sauce onto a plate before setting it in the middle of the table, along with the garlic bread. Eon filled up two glasses of water, setting one down by both plates. They both sat down, and started to put the food onto their plates.

"This is good," Eon complimented around a mouthful of pasta.

"I could have cooked it longer," Reid frowned, licking the corner of his mouth. "It's too hard for my liking."

"That's what she said," Eon couldn't help but mutter. Reid choked on a mouthful of food and quickly swallowed.

"You did not just make a 'that's what she said' joke," Reid laughed, pinching the bridge of his nose in mock shame. "Of all the jokes at your teenage fingertips, you had to choose perhaps the most overused one."

"Yes," she smiled cheekily, putting a hand up to her mouth, as she giggled, "I could not help it If you are going to live with me, you are going to have to get used to such jokes and not set yourself up, Uncle Reid."

Reid laughed, and was about to reply when the doorbell rang. He was confused-who was at the door? He wasn't expecting anyone. He wiped his mouth with his napkin and stood up. "Be right back," he muttered, before hurrying to the front door.

"Hello-" he stopped in mid-sentence when he saw Morgan and Rossi standing there, smiling winningly. "What do you two want?" he asked blandly.

"That's no way to treat friends," Morgan said, pouting sarcastically.

Reid sighed and leaned against the doorframe, making sure to block out the view of the inside of his house. "Well, I'm just wondering why you two showed up at my door-wait, how do you two even know where I live?"

"Garcia's records," Rossi replied easily. He tried to sneak a glance around Reid's shoulder, but the younger man hurriedly intercepted it. "Do ya have someone else here?"

"No," he lied, his voice too loud and his reply to fast. It didn't take a profiler to know he was lying.

"Maybe..." Morgan wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Female company?"

"Look," Reid groaned, "I really don't have time for this, and I'm not in the best of moods for this type of delinquency. So could you both kindly go away and do...whatever it was you were doing before you decided to ruin my evening?"

"Touchy, are we?" Rossi asked, craning a neck to try and sneak a glance into the apartment.

"Are we interrupting a date?" Morgan asked, doing the same. "The music and soft lighting seem very romantic...I wouldn't peg you as the type to know how to romanticize a woman properly."

"This conversation is done," Reid interrupted quickly, awkwardly moving his body so they couldn't see inside. "I'll see you two at work tomorrow. Bye!" He quickly closed the door before the conversation could go any farther.

"Sorry," Reid sighed, sitting back down at the table. "It was just some more work issues."

"It is fine," Eon said, finishing off the last bite of her dinner. "Since you made dinner, I will do the dishes. No, no, I insist. I want to do them."

"Okay," Reid said, holding up his hands in defeat as he finished his food. "Do what you want-obviously you're not going to listen," he said with fake exasperation. Eon smiled winningly and turned the sink on, rolling up her sleeves.

The rest of the evening was spent by sitting in the living room, catching up and laughing. Around eleven they both called it a night and went into their rooms. Reid uncertainly made sure that she was comfortable, wondering if he should stay with her and talk or just leave. Eon answered that question for him by telling him a gentle goodnight.

Reid went to sleep soon after, feeling happy and satisfied with the day's events.

Soooo? Good? Bad? Absolutely fantabulous? Absolutely horrible? Please review and let me knowww~~ ^_^