Author's Notes: I haven't written Criminal Minds fan fiction before, so if this isn't the norm I apologize. This is AU later and possible OOC may occur. If you don't like what you're reading, press the back button. PLESE do not bash me. Thank you.

I don't own Criminal Minds. Bummer.

Read and review and I hope you enjoy. And please no bashing.

This is based on a short story I read today. I don't own that story either. I am just using it for inspiration. Thank you! Anyway….

"My Good Shirt's For Church"

Reid's Point Of View

When I look back, it was a pathetic excuse. "My good shirt is for church." Who says that anyway? I doubt they believed it anyway. It was the first thing that came to my mind and out my mouth. I was twelve.

I was a senior in high school at the time. Well, that was the grade was in but I wasn't consider a senior, at least now when I think back to it I wasn't really a "senior" like the rest of my classmates.

I don't like to consider myself a genius. When you're a twelve year old graduating high school and you get cocky, it doesn't end well with other students.

And when you're twelve and you have four seniors; actually seniors picking on you and throwing questions at you like you're someone to be interrogated for a crime, you get scared. You're freaked out, and stupid things come out of your mouth. Stupid things that make them laugh. And I hated hearing them laugh.

I have never dressed "normal." I dress in what I please and from what I see it's not the typical generic form of fashion. I haven't changed that much. I dress basically the same way I did then. And then was when it seemed like an issue.

'Hey Spencer!' They had said sitting down next to me. They were so much taller than me; all four of them. One of them, the tallest stongest one looked at my t-shirt I had on.

'What's up with your shirt genius?' They had mocked. I was used to this by then.

'What's wrong with it?' I had replied, shyly yet trying to sound as forceful and strong as possible which didn't count for much. They laughed. All four of them.

'Why don't ya just dress like the rest of us? Why don't you try to fit in as much as you can? Which is impossible to do since you're the short genius boy.'

'I like my clothes…' I had said simply. They laughed again and I remember I had tried not to cringe.

'Well it makes you look more like a dork than you already are. It's not like you're gonna get any friends here wearing that thing!'

'I have friends…' I said softly. I did. A few of the younger kids in my neighborhood. A few but enough. Other smart kids who I could talk to.

'Those other nerds?' They said laughing.

'Don't insult my friends!' I had yelled suddenly. 'Just because I don't have tons of cool shirt like you means nothing! Just because I don't have as many friends as you doesn't mean you can tease me!' I had yelled frustrated. I got the things I got, and I asked for nothing more. My family didn't have as much money as everyone else in this school, which made me stick out even more. Poor short smart boy.

They laughed at me.

'Why don't you just wear a nice shirt for once short stuff?' they said still laughing. I had pulled my books to my chest to walk away from the lunch table.

'I only have one nice shirt. I can't wear it to school.'

'You only have one?' They were rolling with laughter now and I had reached by breaking point. 'Why can't you wear it to school smartie pants?' They said in high childish mocking voices.

I opened my mouth to speak. I didn't want to wear that one nice shirt. I didn't want to be like the other people there! Why would I want to be like them? These people that had done nothing but be mean to me? I didn't want to dress like them I didn't want to be like them, and even if I did I only had one shirt. Just one, just that one nice blue one my mom said went well with my eyes that I never wear.

I knew I needed to answer them. Why couldn't I wear this shirt? I couldn't give the real answer; that I WANTED to be different. I was different. I opened my mouth again and said the first thing that popped into my head.

'My good shirt is for Church.' I said that and had ran away like the scared little boy I was, listening to them laughing behind me.

I haven't thought about that day in ages. I thought about it now as I sat drinking my coffee at my desk.

I'm much older and taller now. I'm a member of the BAU with the FBI but I still dress the same, and I never wore that shirt.

"Spenc….Gideon needs you." JJ said across the room, distracting me form my memories. I blinked and looked up at her, looked at her blond hair, her beautiful eyes. She looked in a hurry, but it was obvious she was waiting for me. People never waited for me then, and even if they did when they walked I couldn't keep up.

I stood and walked with JJ. I walked wth her, and could keep up with her with no problem, which wouldn't be a big deal to almost everyone.

But keeping up with a gorgeous girl like JJ, that's a huge deal for me.

I finally was somebody. I wasn't in high school but I am now. I made something of myself. Ever since that day when those boys challenged who I was I've silently fought every barrier and obstacle in front of me.

I fought hard and quietly, but I am who I am today because of it.

I look over at JJ, smiling in her direction hoping she was looking at me. She is looking dead ahead and isn't looking at me and wasn't smiling either. I nodded slightly to myself.

Maybe I still wasn't much. I'm not that attractive, I know I'm the worst dresser around, I know I'm a geek and I know I intimidate some with the things I know. I know I wasn't anything someone like JJ disserved.

But at least I'm something. And right now, that's good enough for me.

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AN: not a one shot I have more planned! If you want to see it contined let me know!