A/N: Yes, another fic, one for CM. Got the idea after watching a rather corny movie, so I'm going to put my own spin on it. Hope it gives some laughs, tears, and a few boners. Or whatever! Enjoy! Most things will be left canon and picks up not long after Morgan has been gone.

On a whim Hotch allows Jack to convince him to get his fortune read, only to be informed that the love of his life would soon find him but unless he opens his eyes he will remain blind. After a single night of magic, his soul mate vanishes without a trace. Will he be able to find the one that got away?

Couple: Hotch x Reid

Warnings: Will be put on the chapters as needed.

Disclaimer: Don't own it or make any money from this work of fiction.

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Chapter One

"Careful, Jack," Aaron softly warned his son before the trio of boys ran towards the nearest game. It was rigged, he knew it was, and there was no way a child would be able to knock all three weighted cups down with just a single ball. The boys happily gave the man the required fee to test their might. "Thanks for tagging along."

"No problem, but do you realize the amount of money people waste on these things each year?" Spencer cringed as Jack's ball soared past the target to strike the back of the tent. The eleven year old was better with his feet it seemed and should probably stick to soccer.

"That's why I was glad that Jessica managed to talk him into going to a theme park last year." Aaron laughed at the horrified expression. The money fronted for that trip had cost him thrice what tonight was taking from his wallet. Jack had enjoyed the trip and had learned a few things since his aunt had insisted that one day be spent at the museum. "I offered to take him camping."

"You camp?" Spencer frowned as the carnie managed to swindle more cash from the three kids eager to prove themselves. He wouldn't be the one to crush their hopes and give them the statistics of winning one of these games.

"Been once or twice, you?" Being a dad Aaron waved to the dejected boys to come along and the stern look told Jack that he meant for them to move along. He wanted them to enjoy their night out but that wouldn't happen if they blew all of their money trying to win one game.

"I don't like bugs," Spencer remembered the one time he had gone for a walk when he was a child and he had gotten eaten up by mosquitos. He didn't really care for these things either but he had jumped at the chance when Hotch had asked if he'd liked to tag along. His being here was only due to the fact that Beth had cancelled her plans on returning at the last moment. He wasn't brave enough to ask what was going on between the two, it wasn't any of his business. In his honest opinion the woman didn't deserve to have either of the two males in her life. Jack needed someone that would be around because even someone that sucked with kids as horrible as he did could see that the boy was craving motherly affection. The disappointment that had been on Jack's face when he had shown up instead of Beth had been a kick to the chest. Hotch's son was still very fond of the brunette woman. "Are you going to Rossi's 'bash'?"

"Ha, yes, I don't think I can get out of it." Aaron wanted to fall into a fit of giggles seeing the genius mock Garcia by forming quotation marks in the air when bringing up the party. He had almost asked the hacker if she had snorted a bag of sugar when she had bounced up to him to insist he go to 'The Bash of All Times'.

If only he could as well, Spencer didn't really want to attend but he would. Since Morgan had left the BAU the team tried to do more things together. Hotch was in the process of searching for two more to fill the team. As long as the blonde flirt that had been all touchy feely with him last week didn't make it, he didn't care. "Do you know what you're dressing as?"

"Not yet," he'd probably attend as a pirate or something simple. Aaron didn't want to put too much thought into dressing up for Halloween. "You?"

"Myself?" Spencer didn't want to buy a costume and he really wasn't in the mood to party. It was next weekend and he figured he'd just wear a suit and go as a lawyer or something boring.

"Garcia will skin you alive," Hotch cocked his head to spot the boys standing in front of another booth. This one was for a chance to win fish. At least they no longer wanted to get on the many rides. Barry, the larger of the trio, had vomited promptly after stepping off a ride that spun too fast to be safe.

"Not if I put a bag over my head," Wasn't Beth also invited? That meant their boss would be spending most of his time with the woman and not really mingling with the team. There was supposed to be a lot of people invited to the party, most he wouldn't know. Spencer planned on eating, letting them know he was there, and then promptly go home to sulk. Everyone else was happy that the woman was thinking about returning to the city, especially Hotch. He didn't want her to come back and it was wrong for him to feel that way. The woman had left without a second thought. If it were him he would have given up the job before giving up the man, but it hadn't been him.

"We'd still know it was you," Aaron nodded towards Jack who was waving him over frantically. What kind of tent was that?

What was that? Spencer disliked that smirk right about now. What was that supposed to mean? Was Hotch saying that he wouldn't be able to pull off a good costume? That even if he were to try to disguise his face that he would be easy to pick out in a room filled with close to a hundred people? "I beg to differ."

"You do?" Whatever retort his teammate was going to make was halted by the rush of his son grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the open tent. "What is it, Jack?"

"Can we do this?" Jack pointed to the freakish woman sitting behind the table. She was cool looking and Tyler said they'd be able to learn if they would be rich one day. He wanted to ask a few questions and this woman could see things no one else could. He wanted to have his fortune told.

"I don't think it is meant for people under a certain age though." And he really didn't want to waste money on something that was a complete and total scam. These people did nothing but profile a person then tell them what they want to be told.

"Dammit!"

"Barry!" Aaron gently scolded the boy for his language. He could promise the boy that his mother would find her next husband very soon, so yes, he would have a new daddy by Christmas.

"Then you do it," Jack insisted since they were here. He wanted his dad to find out if they were going to be a family again. His dad wasn't happy and was getting sadder because of Beth. This woman could help his dad find who he was supposed to be with. Determined to help, he pulled his parent towards the opening of the tent. "Can you tell my dad when he'll be happy again?"

"Jack," that was rather embarrassing. Aaron heard the chuckle from behind and would insist to send the genius in next. The woman held out her hand and indicated that he should take a seat to begin the fortune. He wanted to sternly tell them that she was a fraud and that it was a waste of money. All three were looking at him with wide eyes, wanting someone to experience having their fortune told. Quickly glancing back, he frowned seeing that the younger agent had taken a few steps back, he was on his own. "Fine, but you boys will have to wait with Reid."

"Okay but you got to ask that." Jack let go of his hand and happily returned to the others.

The curtains dropped to place him alone with the fortune-teller. Aaron spotted the cord that was used to draw the material apart. The spectacle was fake and he would rather not have someone trying to lie to him but it was all for fun.

"Come, sit," the teller pulled a silk strip of cloth to expose a donation plate.

"Alright," he took the seat opposite of the woman and deposited the ten bucks onto the plate. This shouldn't take too long and he would just tell Jack what he wanted to hear once they left. A pale hand was extended for his own, which he gave for her to pretend to examine. She was going to profile him, he knew what she'd see. His clothing would point to someone that made a fair living. His tidy appearance of someone that took care of himself, which indicated pride, self-awareness, and being in control. Then she would note the lack of a wedding ring, which meant he wasn't married or unhappily wed. That left the conversation between he and Jack. His son's eagerness to find out about his happiness would inform the woman that he wasn't seeing anyone seriously and that he wasn't happy if he was.

Just like he could tell that she was so accostumeed to living on the road that she didn't bathe regularly and wasn't aware that more than two days had passed since the last. Her hair was pulled back in a tight net but one could see the knots in the pale light. There was a pale ring where the wedding band used to sit on her finger. That with the smell of vodka, she was most likely going through a divorce.

She began after clearing her throat, "Your son wishes you to seek answers on how to discover happiness, but you do not wish to know because you no longer believe that it is possible. You believe that you lost your chance when you lost your first love and her death was a sign. I also see disappointment because what you recently thought might be love wasn't, she didn't stay."

Not bad, but he wasn't going to say so. The woman could be grasping at straws and her words could mean anything. Most men dated after losing a spouse. "And will I find happiness?"

"No, it will find you. It is already in your life and has been for a long time." A bony finger ran along a broken line on the calloused palm. "Very soon what you thought wasn't possible will make itself known. What you have always wanted will appear before you. I see unconditional love surrounded in the sky's blue, an angel."

"I see," So an angel was going to come down from the sky and bless him with love? Aaron knew what he had always wanted and that was to find the one person he was meant to be with. For a long time he had thought that person was Haley but it hadn't been. He still loved his wife but it pained him to think that he would never find his soul mate.

"A warning," she gripped his hand when he tried to move away. "If you refuse to open your eyes, you'll forever remain blind, and another will take what you seek."

"Thank you," he wasn't blind. He wanted to inform the woman that he made a living of profiling people, he was very good at his job. There was no way he'd be able to miss it if there was someone perfect for him in his sight. He was good at judging people and he would know it if someone could make him happy. Beth could have made him happy, she just hadn't loved him enough. The entire point of trying to support her decision of leaving was to discover if they had a future. He had waited for any hesitation on her part that would indicate that she didn't want to really leave him.

The curtains were drawn apart and he stepped back out into the busy causeway to see that his company was no longer there. Panic set in until he remembered that Reid was with the boys and he looked around until he spotted them at another game.

The woman's words were placed in the back of his mind as he neared to see what was happening. All four were sitting, lined up with rifles in their hands. The carnie was taking something from Reid and stepped out of the way. A light came on over the seats and each seemed to be focusing.

"Dammit, I'm out!" Barry pouted and huffed to turn in his seat. "Sorry, I mean darn it."

"I'm going to win you something, Dad," Jack eyed the moving target that his first shot missed.

"Go for it," he stood next to the other profiler who had yet to take a shot. Seconds later all three boys were finished with their ammo leaving just Reid, "What are the odds?"

"Don't ask," Reid was mentally calculating the best time to try firing the cheap gun. The rifles were rigged not have much force when firing so the speed in which the BB was ejected from the barrel made the odds of being able to gauge when to shoot difficult. He was sure the carnival would insist that the guns were tampered with to ensure that no one lost an eye. "Don't worry, if I win, you can have the prize."

"I want the blue bear," Aaron pointed to the small stuffed animal on the nearby shelf. The rifle made a noise as the trigger was squeezed and the light blared overhead announcing that the target had been struck.

"He wants the blue one," Spencer wiped his hands on his jeans as the attendant snatched it from the shelf to hand towards them. He leaned over to take the prize, "Here you go."

"Right," he was going to look real cute carrying it around all night. "Boys, why don't we go get something to eat? Then we can get on the ferris wheel after I wash Barry's mouth out."

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Seven hours, that was all the time he had. Spencer paced in front of the closed door, feeling like an idiot the longer he waited for someone to hear the knocking over the loud music. He knew they were both home and he didn't know who else to ask. JJ had called him two hours ago to remind him that the bash was still on and that they were expecting him to show. She had politely asked what he was going to wear and he had told her that he wasn't dressing up. The blonde had laughed and asked if he needed to borrow a bag. It hadn't been funny and he had repeated what Hotch had said last week about being able to tell it was him. After getting off of the phone he decided to dress up. The problem was that it was the night of the party and he really didn't want to go in something traditional or cheap. That left him with one option; to seek outside help from someone that would understand what he needed.

The door was yanked open and the blonde male almost had his temperature turning deadly. The stacked body was on display, nothing but a towel wrapped around the hips. Austin was a beautiful man and had no sense of decency. "Uh, hi, is Shelby in?"

"Yep, come on in," Austin held the door open for him to enter the apartment.

"Thanks," Spencer stepped inside, making sure not to cause any contact with the naked male. It wouldn't be right to garner attention from one of the only people he felt comfortable enough with to ask for help. He had met the couple six months ago and he had instantly loved the duo.

"Spence," Shelby came out of the kitchen in sweats, adorning a bright pink apron to boot. The long, black hair was pulled high in a ponytail, leaving large, brown eyes free of the bangs that normally blocked the man's view. "I thought you had a party tonight, did you change your mind?"

"Um no, egging houses is still considered destruction of private property, and I'm thinking about going to the party." Spencer didn't care what they did in their free time but he wasn't going to break the law just for a few kicks. "I actually came to ask for some advice."

"Oh, who is he and when do we get to meet him?" Austin plopped down on the couch.

"None of your business and don't sit on that couch while you're still wet. Go put some clothes on, you're making him uncomfortable." Shelby brought the dishrag across the bulky arm to get the lazy ass up. They knew not to pressure the agent about his love life. Not everyone was out of the closet and he was putting his money on the cutie still being a virgin. "What do you need?"

"Well, it is going to be a costume party and I don't have anything to wear." Spencer didn't just want a simple costume to wear to the event. He wanted to test out a theory and he would need their help. "The thing is one of my coworkers made the comment that he'd be able to identify me even if I were to completely cover up my head."

"Wow, that is kind of a good thing, you know. It just means that he knows you well enough that he'd be able to tell it was you."

"I doubt it, we aren't that close, and I'd like to test it. I need you to help me look different somehow without completely covering up my face." Spencer wasn't sure how to do it but he was willing to go the extra measures to hide his identity. Then when it was done, he would have the pleasure of proving Hotch wrong.

"So you want to look different to prove that some ass won't know it was you?" Austin came back into the room after yanking on boxers.

"Something like that but I wouldn't really call him an ass." And he didn't like someone else calling Hotch an ass. Spence ignored that the towel had covered up more than the skimpy boxers. "So what can you do for me?"

"Hmmm, you have such a pretty face." Shelby clicked his tongue and walked behind the slender frame. It would be kind of difficult due to the height but it was possible. "I can do something for you but I have two questions: Can you wear heels and are you willing to shave your legs?"

"I can wear one inch without breaking my face and I guess." Spencer had gotten used to the concept of heels while playing dressup with his mother's clothes. He had broken his ass many times when attempting to walk down the stairs in three inch pumps. When he wasn't reading he had been pretending to be his entire family. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that your hair is long enough to plaid, so a full head weave."

"Wait, don't you have wigs?" Spencer didn't want to go that far for a costume. Wasn't that painful? He didn't like having his hair messed with except to get cut and that wasn't often.

"A wig is cheap and wouldn't give the look we want. We want it to appear that you aren't what you are. We will put in an entire weave, some makeup, and I have the perfect costume to pull it all off. Austin, put decent clothes on, I'll need you to head down to the mall to pick up a few things. We are going to turn our Spence into the belle of the ball."

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