AN: I know I'm still writing "Bend before it breaks" but this popped into my head so I figure why not it's helping me relax from my mental breakdowns over exams I just need a 50% to pass wish me luck!

"Dr. Reid I presume?" A tall brunette stood in front of Spencer's desk; she had pale skin and pink cheeks, her hair was curled inwards like those high class women you see on TV in the fifties... Except she wore no make up but why would be need to? Her face was flawless not an eyelash out of place, her lips were soft and bore no color but she still looked beautiful with her piercing brown eyes, they were pure and clean no flecks of other colours while her hair held natural sun endured auburn streaks that framed her round face.

It was seven in the morning, no one was in the bullpen yet except for Spencer, Hotch was in his office like usual and Garcia in her cave JJ was do to appear next in this half hour bearing four bagels and coffee's for the early morning risers. The genius was not expecting any visitors today or ever really but seeing this beautiful young women was a surprise maybe even joke? By Morgan?

"Uh yes I am... And you are?" Spencer rose from his chair and offered her a kind smile but not a handshake. He noticed the girl lower her hand and place it back in the pocket of her long black button up coat. "I don't mean to offend you its just that the amount of germs spread through your hands it's actually safer to-"

"To kiss. I know. I just prefer not to kiss strangers so soon as just meeting them." Her lips form a soft smile that would make anyone's heart melt. "I'm Libby by the way it's a pleasure to meet you, I've been told so much about you."

Before Spencer could reply the door to Hotchner's office opened and he walked out in a very unhotch like manner, he held a bright smile on his face and his arms were open wide. "Libby it's great to see you again!" He cheered as the two embraced her in a hug. Spencer watched in confusion as his boss wrapped his arms tightly around the slender young women. "You too Aaron, I'm so sorry I haven't been around to see Jack in a while things have just been hectic with school lately and them coming close to graduation in five months."

Her voice was high but not child like, it was soft and clear with an era a maturity not usually found in college students especially girls like her who were commonly stereotyped as brainless sorority girls. She let go of Hotch and gently rubbed his arm. "I wish were meeting under better circumstances though..." She whispered.

"Reid? Why don't you and Libby play a game of chess in my office and I will join you shortly." Hotch walked over to the break room while Libby and Reid walked to the office to play the game. They had set up and Libby pleaded to play the black pieces which didn't really cause questioning to Spencer as he played against many people each having their own 'quirks' for good luck like in poker.

When the unit chief returned he found a very agitated Reid and a smiling Libby looking over a chessboard with black pieces and limited white. Libby had managed to capture Spencer in three different ways as well as get a pawn from one end of the board to the other end making it a queen. Hotch smiled knowing perfectly well that Libby had not gone easy on the genius in order intimidate him. "Alright Lib I think it's time you cut him loose, just end the game please so we can continue."

"Alright Aaron..." Libby sighed moving her piece and calling checkmate before turning to face the older man. "I really do wish I was here on better terms, much better terms. On Monday night at 8:43 pm my uncle Jason Gideon passed away in his sleep. His funeral is tomorrow at nine, he requested in his will to not have it at a church. He wished it to be at the grave sight with only the people named on this list," Libby pulled out a small folded piece of paper with about twenty names written across it in Gideon's messy and curvy penmanship. "He wishes it to not be an FBI or Government funeral but a small gathering around his grave then to Rosemary park for a nice lunch which will be catered and open to anyone who wishes to attend. My uncle has also asks; Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan and David Rossi to be his pallbearer's."

Spencer held a withdrawn look in his eyes "passed away in his sleep." His mentor was dead... Sure he had abandoned him, left him to deal with life on his own, being another father figure that just up and left, just leaving a note which the man with a high IQ reread over and over still not understanding fully what was being said... But still Jason Gideon was dead, no chance of him walking through those doors and apologizing, no chance of him meeting his God son, his future wife and children... He was gone..."

"The will, will be read at 5:45 sharp still at after the lunch has ended and everyone has gone home, the only people present are to be the BAU and myself." Libby's voice starting up again shook Spencer from his thoughts, Libby hadn't shed a single tear since she entered the FBI.

"Aren't members of the families supposed to be wrecks? Hotch is even crying..." Spencer thought to himself as he watched the tears roll down the unit chiefs face, even he himself felt tears welling up in his eyes.

"Mateo Cruz is also welcome if he wishes to attend." With that Libby stood from the room and headed to the door. Before she left she placed a sympathetic hand on Reid's shoulder and a small nod in Hotch's direction. "Well... I will be seeing you tomorrow I hope..." And with that Libby left the room. Both men were stunned for a long time just staring off into space.

That was the way JJ found them when she made it to the office, cooped up in the small office with tear stained faces. "Is everything alright?" JJ questioned as she placed the breakfast goods on the desk in front of her.

"Is everyone here yet?" Hotch asked making eye contact with the blonde.

"Almost we are just waiting for Morgan to finish at the gym."

"Yes sir." JJ hesitated for a moment, Spence hadn't said a word the whole time she was in there. He looked almost...broken... The last time he looked like this was when he was sporting the Kurt Cobain look after Maeve's death.

"I...I... Didn't even know he had a niece..." Reid managed to sputter.

"It's not something he talked about so willingly. You don't have to inform the team with me, you are free stay here as long as you need."

"Thank you Hotch."

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The team was stunned at the news just delivered by their until chief, each one of them had tear running down their face, each one all had a small hope that Gideon would return one day with an explanation for why he left the way he did.