This is my first take on Criminal Minds and it is AU. Here are the basic things in mine that will be different. Seaver never happened. Emily and JJ are still part of the team but this is heading into season 7 story line. A bit confusing? Sorry. But there is no Criminal Minds without Prentiss and JJ! Well without anyone really but just not Seaver. XD Hotch still leader. Morgan will get his da someday in my fic! :) For the sake of my story line, episode 52 pickup was aired in Nov of 08 but dating the actual date this happened was in Jan 06. References to that episode! Just different place it happened. More like season 2. I am talking now forever arent I? Present time and date. Yea, still talking. If I forget to say this, thank you for reading! Special thanks to Rachael (xxxcriminalxxxmindsxxxfreak) who read my idea and gave me the green light to go! Check her stuff out because she is wicked! And to my friend who as annoying as his 65! points so far he gots, I love him to bits. He so gave me the title after I bored him to near death! :) Love love love! On with the story! OH. Not Beta'd. I really do count on spellchecker alot and that is about it as my talents go. Please excuse the errors and I will give you cookies!

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Summary- Spencer Reid is called out to Vegas for a family emergency.

Letter of Secrets.

"If you think about it seriously, all the questions about the soul and the immortality of the soul and paradise and hell are at bottom only a way of seeing this very simple fact: that every action of ours is passed on to others according to its value, of good or evil, it passes from father to son, from one generation to the next, in a perpetual movement." - Antonio Gramsci

"There is no way you can do it." Emily Prentiss sat at the edge of Derek Morgan's desk and crossed her arms. There was no way he could do it! Spencer Reid rolled himself in his chair over to the desk to hear what was going on. All their desks were full of paperwork but this conversation was more interesting. Morgan leaned back and placed his hands behind his head, flexing his muscles and grinning at Prentiss.

"Oh yes I can." Morgan gave Prentiss a smile.

"Do what exactly?" Reid asked.

"Play chubby bunny with 15 marshmallows." Prentiss said. She knew no one could. "We all know you have a big mouth but not even you can pull that off."

"You want to put it to the test. Bring a bag but you are going to lose. I want you to refer to me as your master." Morgan joked as Prentiss laughed.

"Oh really. Lets say I do get this bag. But if you lose you will have to shave that beard of yours." Morgan eyes went wide as his hand went up to touch his beard. Shave it off? The woman is insane.

"I won't lose, right Pretty boy?"

"What is Chubby Bunny?" Reid managed to get a word in between the two. Prentiss and Morgan looked at each other and started to laugh.

"You know the first 200 numbers of the square root of Pi but you are lost when it comes to chubby bunny?" Prentiss said.

"Actually I know the first 1000 numbers and the rest are really not necessary if you think about it." Reid began to recite the numbers when Morgan shook his head and stopped Reid from continuing.

"The first 2 are enough for me." Morgan laughed. He turned to Prentiss and smiled. "15 marshmallows and you will call me Master." He winked as Prentiss rolled her eyes. Reid was going to ask again what was Chubby Bunny when he heard his name being called. He turned to see Aaron Hotchner, his office door opened at the second level of the BAU headquarters and he called out for Reid again. Reid rolled himself back to his desk and stood up. Hotch's voice wasn't giving anything away as Reid's mind went into overload, trying to think of why Hotch would single him out. He could feel eyes on himfrom the bullpen as he made his way up the steps. Hotch went back into his office and sat behind his desk.

"Shut the door Reid." Hotch said as Reid did what he was told. He took a seat and tried his best to read off any emotions from Hotch to give him a hint of what was going on. The man was made out of stone Reid thought. Hotch sighed and held a piece of paper in his hand.

"This came through Fax. Something has happened in Las Vegas." Hotch handed the paper to Reid. He rubbed his palm on his pants, suddenly finding himself very nervous and not wanting to read what the paper had said. He could see Coroner report on the top as a letterhead and did not want to read anything else. He closed his eyes and took in some calming breathes.

"Is this about my mother?" Reid voice broke a bit. She could not be dead. Not now.

"No." Hotch answered, trying to calm down the young man in front of him.

"My father then?" Reid voice eased but was still a bit broken.

"No. Reid, just read the paper." Hotch sighed and watched Reid finally look at the sheet of paper in his hand.

"no... this has to be a mistake. Are we on this case? I mean do they have any leads on who is responsible for this?" Reid mind was full of questions and the paper in his hands didn't answer any of them. Hotch shook his head. Reid tried to say a word but was stuck on the first sylabol. His mouth was open trying to speak.

"The police has one lead. But we are not invited to this case. You are." Hotch handed him another paper and saw Reid face lose all color. "How long as it been Reid since..."

"5 years. 1 month. 2 weeks. 3 days ago." Reid answered as his eyes never left the paper that was just handed to him.

"Sounds about right. Did anyone ever tell you that..." Hotch began when Reid shook his head and got up from his seat.

"You..., would think someone would of told me. I would of known that he was around. And. Hotch... I don't know what to say." Reid paced nervously around Hotch's office.

Reid shuffled his set of flyer's in his hands. He had no idea how to speak to a woman let along a group of them in the nightclub they were at. All were very beautiful and their outfits were very revealing. It didn't help at all. Reid resorted to giving them useless information about the development of spandex to very detailed information about hair dye and its side effects. He saw Morgan coming towards him, his hands empty with a silly grin on his face. Morgan dropped the grin and saw the stack of papers Reid still had.

"so hows it goin'?" Morgan asked. Reid shrugged his shoulders and took a quick look behind him at the women he just spoke too.

"Not good. I gave the profile to one woman and she asked if I was the unsub. How are you doing" Obviously well because this was more Morgan scene. Reid sighed while Morgan shrugged his shoulders, pretending to be smooth. Which was not hard to do if you are Derek Morgan.

"I gave out all my flyer's"

"How many phone numbers did you get.?" Reid gave him the look. Morgan couldn't lie to the kid, even thought at times he had tried. Spencer was just too innocent at times but brilliant at profiling.

"None.. I'm working a case here kid" Morgan answered while Reid gave him the look again. Morgan gave up. "Ok...four offered but I didn't take any of them." Oh he was so tempted to take one. If only Reid could see this Honey... he wouldn't blame him for taking the number. Reid again gave him a look but this look was different. Almost as if he wished he was offered numbers. At least one. Morgan knew it was time to pass the secret of his charm. "What you have to do to these ladies is take control of the conversation. When you're talking what makes you feel like an expert?"

"statistics"

"No... trust me..no something else?" Come on Kid. Anything but statistics

"When I do magic." Reid answered. Morgan bit his cheek. Reid was serious when it came to his magic tricks and Morgan knew if he laughed right now, he would of put Reid down.

"See that's perfect! Magic. Chicks dig magic" Morgan looked around and saw the bartender behind the counter. Perfect. She was cute. "I'm going to give you a chance to work it. Excuse me sweetheart whenever you get a chance" Morgan and Reid approached the counter as the young woman served the previous customer their drinks. She moved her hair behind her ear a bit and looked at the pair that wanted her attention. She smiled at them and tried to guess what they would order. The big guy - Vodka. They always drink heavy. The skinny one, maybe a G & T. Maybe a strawberry flavored drink. Morgan elbowed Reid to make his move.

"Hi.. were with.. the FBI. We're looking for this man. Does he look at all familiar to you?" Reid asked and showed her the sketch of their unsub.

"that's not much of a picture." She said and pushed the sketch back towards them. That looked like every other guy that came in there.

"I know.. you know.. what might help... actually.." Reid twisted his pen and pointed to the scar on the sketch. The pen went right through as his hand was quicker then the eye. The pen seemed to be right through the paper. "He has a scar right about there.. we also know that hes taken classes where hes learn to distract.. and charm his victims." Reid moved the pen through the sketch and the bartender was shocked to see the paper was not damaged. She laughed and gave the FBI agent a look.

"ok how you do that" She asked. She couldn't figure it out and she smiled at the agent who smiled right back at her.

"that's.. privilege information." Reid smiled and tried to sound cool and smooth while his heart was about to explode out of his chest. The bartender seemed to be very friendly towards him.

"So what do I do if I see him... "

"You should call us.. even if you think you see him, you should call us." Back to business Reid thought.

"And if I don't see him, can I still call you?" She said. Reid was taken back but recovered quickly. No one ever wanted to call him. Not someone as pretty as the bartender. Maybe Morgan was right. Chicks dig magic.

"Yea.. you can still call me." Reid smiled and started to turn around, trying to find Morgan in the crowd and saw a few women trying to get Morgans attention.

"Ok. cool." She replied back when she saw the agent turn around to leave. "Wait.. i don't have your number" She asked the agent who smiled back at her.

"Oh its behind your barrette" Reid watched as the girl reached behind her barrette and pulled out his card. Magic. The bartender was shocked on how he did that but Reid said his goodbye and walked towards Morgan.

"See that's what I'm talking about! That's called game!" Morgan placed his arm around the kid and walked out of the club...

"Please Reid. Sit down. Let me get you some water and help you calm down." The memory had ended and Reid wished his curse of eidetic memory was gone. He still remembers. Everything. Every damn thing.

"Calm down? How can I be calm Hotch. I learn that Austin Richards was murdered. Stabbed to death. I.. just that it didn't end well between us but she didn't deserve to be murdered. And she has... had... a son that... Is going to be 5 in February. And... Hotch. Oh god. We have. We had. I... I have. I have a son. No one let me know I had a son. I have a son. A son!" At this point Reid was yelling. How could no one have told him. Hotch helped Reid take a seat and yelled out his office to get a cup of coffee for Reid. Reid kept looking at the paper that was on the floor and tried to make sense of everything. His focus was now on a cup of coffee that was put in front of his face. Reid looked at it and looked up at Morgan who was concerned for his friend.

"Drink this. More sugar then coffee. Just how you like it." Morgan talked softly. He knew Reid's mind was somewhere else as he stared at the young genius. Reid took the cup and took small sips of the hot brew. "Whats wrong? We heard you yelling and I am not the only one worried about you kid." Reid placed the cup on the desk and lowered his head. He shook it back and forth until he finally looked up at Morgan. He felt tears roll down his cheeks.

"I have a 4 year old son no one ever told me about. And I just learned his mother was murdered. Tell everybody that is worried that everything ok. Perfectly fine. Just fine." Reid got up and left the office, running down the hall and taking the elevator to the first floor.

I know Austin worked in Atlanta and the episode took place there and all! Things will clear up in the following chapters! I mean if there are other chapters to this. What do you say? Leave a comment? Review? Throw some tomatos at me? Anything will be loved and made into tomato sauce! I love you all and thank you for reading!