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* * * Garcia * * *

Gideon looked over as the girl walked in. She looked so young and who was she? She wore no police uniform or any identifying marker for that matter. Some how she got past the cops, so she must have some kind of identification.

Hotch came back into the room having just gotten off of the phone, "That was the bureau. Apparently they are sending us another agent. They wont say why, just that it's important the other agent be here."

The girl had now introduced herself as an FBI agent, showing us her badge, and said that her name was Natasha. She told us that the bureau had sent her because she has known Spencer since college. That seems odd, because we all know that Spencer went to college when he was in his mid teens. This girl couldn't be older than him, if anything she looked younger than he did.

Everyone went into the other room and I brought up all of the files, "This may take a minute..." I put them all in chronological order. "And by a minute I mean an hour or two. There are quite a few murders and then some other general knowledge videos and then the few that we have of Reid."

"Just play all of them except the ones of Reid I'll watch them individually." She must have seen the look I gave here, because she added, "I'm not trying to disrespect anyone, but this will go a lot faster this way. Trust me I'll still get all of the details."

"Exactly how many of the screens would you like me to run. I mean if you are so amazing how many can you handle," I wasn't trying to be mean, but these people died and they had a write to this woman's time.

"Well in my field briefing room at my last post we only had twenty televisions... and it still only took me a few minutes to do the cross word. Again I don't mean to disrespect anyone, but I don't think you understand... I'm smart. Not like just smart, but really smart and perceptive." She looked at me as I as I played all of the short films for her.

"Okay and now the ones of Reid. I'll set them up, but I don't want to watch them again," I excused myself to go sit in the other room. I tried to close the door gently in my hurry. It was just hard for me to even hear the films. I sat down and everyone started asking me about the girl. Why had I left the room? Was she acting weirdly? "I don't know. She watched all of the videos at the same time. Apparently she's really smart... Like Reid."

After awhile Gideon and I decided to check on her, because she had had enough time to watch all of the Reid videos about five times. We opened the door gingerly and stepped inside. I about cried at what I saw. This poor young girl was standing stroking the image of Reid lying dead on the floor. She was silently sobbing and trying to comfort his limp dead body.

Gideon pulled her into a hug, "Hey. Hey, you didn't finish yet." I nodded at him and started playing the movie again, before he could even finish, "Garcia will you please show her the rest."

She was still sobbing quietly, "But it's no use, he's gone."

"Not quite," I fast forwarded.

She turned back to the screen and watched Reid's captor run back into the room and start cpr. She sighed with relief as Reid took giant gulps of air. She then quickly straightened her top and wiped the tears from her face.

Gideon caught her left arm, "What's that?"

She looked him in the eye, "What's what?"

He dropped it, "That's what I thought."

"I would appreciate if no one talked about this with anyone that's not in this room." Gideon and I nodded. Gideon and the girl walked into the other room and I could hear them talking about trying to find the boys safe haven.

I went into the FBI data base and looked for a Natasha. I didn't know her last name, but luckily the currently employed list wasn't very long. Now who could she be? Well let's narrow it down to Natasha's that work as profilers in the united states. Five, okay, that's a more workable number. I opened them all and started looking at their pictures. One, her hair wasn't the right color. Two, she was way to fat. Three, was ugly like a transgender stripper. Four, she was black, so not her. And.. Where is five? I looked at my tool bar, five wasn't there. I clicked on five's file a few times, before getting a nasty FBI message about classified files. I looked at the full name and was about to use other resources to figure her out. I read, comprehended, reread, and dropped my mug of coffee on the floor.

"Is there something wrong Garcia," Hotch was standing in the doorway.

I opened my mouth as the nine-one-one dispatcher spoke in my ear, "He is at another house. I'm uploading the coordinates to your gps." He left the room and grabbed part of the team, while I watched those poor people.

I couldn't get too hung up on them, there wasn't anything I could really do. I searched for the girl by her full name. I entered one of my many high tech people informant sites and typed in her name 'Natasha Susan Reid'. With that one search I found her. I can't imagine how I didn't know about her to begin with.

Natasha was born approximately three years and twelve hours after Reid was and she graduated high school two years after he did. They went to college together and both graduated although she did it a bit slower, not by much though. She was only two words per minute behind him in the super fast reading category. She had two of the same degrees that he did. She wasn't that smart though, it doesn't make sense. She isn't like Reid. I looked up a photo and even found one from this year. It was definitely her: dark red-brown hair, bright green eyes, the face of an angel, and the body of a sex god. Well maybe not a god, but she looked pretty smoking. This was Reid's wife?

I was pulling up the marriage license when the team returned. I quickly minimized everything. Natasha was the first in the room, "Did Reid see me?"

"Yeah, does it matter?"

"Well we can send messages to each other."

I played back what had happened while they were gone and kept the life stream of now going. "I'll be damned." I looked more closely. "Did you see that? That was him seeing you and now he is thinking. To anyone who doesn't know him he looks indifferent, but to us he is thinking."

"There," she pointed at the screen. "Some one get me a bible and turn to... Lying?"

I looked up at her, "What?"

"That motion that he is saying no to the drugs with. That's shame in sign language. Little kids will use that to make each other feel guilty about lying. But why, who lied Reid." We were almost caught up with real time when he did the motion again and then clutched his chest. "He lied... what did he lie about."

Everyone started throwing out ideas. Hotch spoke up, "He said I was self centered and thought I was better than everyone else."

"So?"

"Well it's not true. I may be many things, but I am under no delusions that I do not need this team."

"Did he quote the bible with that?" Gideon asked. Hotch looked it up and read it out to us. "A grave yard."

I typed away at the computer and sent the coordinates to their cars. "Hurry," I yelled after them.

* * * Natasha * * *

I bit my lower lip as Gideon drove us to the grave yard, "So... How long?"

"Since we were eighteen. He locked his mom up and I guess with out her there it was easier for him..." I picked at the tips of my fingers.

"So? What ten years? And you spent the last eight apart?"

"Yes and no. we see each other between cases." We were finally there and got out of our cars. I took point breaking into the small shed. They weren't there, but they couldn't have gone far. We started a canvas of the area. Gideon motioned to where he say them and the two of us came up on either side. "FBI drop your weapon." The unsub dropped his shovel and turned to me.

It was like time slowed down. I could hear Spencer yelling, "No." as the bullet hit me in the lower right abdomen. I could also see Gideon pull the trigger on our serial killer. Spencer ran to me and sobbed, "Please... Please, don't die."

"Spencer I'm going to be fine."

"If it wasn't for me you wouldn't be here. This is all my fault."

"Spencer I'm alright."

They pulled him onto a medical gurney and I was next. Gideon was walking with me, "You're going to be okay."

Things were getting kind of fuzzy and starting to go in and out know, but I think I managed to say, "I know."

The black to over my mind for what seemed like forever till I heard his voice. I could hear Reid, "I'll switch departments or quit my job altogether. What ever you want. Just, please, wake up." he kept muttering sorries and making promises. I could start to feel my body and his hand holding mine. He was stoking the back of it with his other hand. I willed my eyes to open and with a few flutters the scene became visible.

Reid was sitting in a chair at the edge of my bed with my hand in his. He was looking down muttering his regrets. I gently squeezed his hand, "Hey stranger." I smiled as his face lit up.

"Natasha. I've been so worried. I'm so sorry, you shouldn't have gotten drug into this..." He went on for a minute and stood up at some point to make it easier for me to see him. After a few minutes passed I shushed him and told him to come closer so I could tell him something. He leaned in totally oblivious to my intentions. I grabbed the back of his had and pulled his beautiful lips to mine.

When we came up for air I said, "don't you ever worry me like that again."

He put his forehead to mine stubbornly, "No you don't ever scar me like that again." I looked into his eyes and we both laughed, before falling into another kiss.

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