This is a semi-AU fic. I know that Mrs. Beauregard and Julia have nothing to do with Spencer in the show, same with Dawson, but I thought it'd be a fun fic anyway.

The only people I own are Mrs. Beauregard, Julia, Dawson and the police officers. The rest are owned by the creaters of Criminal Minds. No copywrite is intended.

The case had been fairly simple, depending on your point of veiw. The Unsub, a man by the name of Charles Cotter, had kidnapped and murdered three woman in a small secluded town in southern Idoho. The team had caught Cotter within three days, saving one of his vitims from a similar fate than the others.

The team were on the plane back from Idiho when he got the call. Spencer Reid was trying to sleep, for he never got much of it when they were away on cases. He was just about dozed off when his phone rang. Groaning he picked it up, emiting a groggy, "Reid." into the contraption. Morgan, across the isle, couldn't help but laugh at the younger agent's tone. Spencer would have turned to give him a glare, if it hadn't been for the voice on the other line.

"Spencer!" Called a woman he knew very well from the other end of the call. Spencer's eyes opened wide and his face flickered with what could have been fear at the sound of his name. This Morgan noticed, and curiously tried to listen into the conversation. "Spencer Reid, is that you?" Called the voice again.

Spencer, now fully awake, took a deep breath. Trying to regain his composer after being so thuroly shocked. "Yee-ees its me." He stuttered, closing his eyes for a breif moment he regained his composer. "Mrs. Beauregard? It that you ma'am?" He asked, his hazel eyes staring off into some space, as if recalling a memory from a long time ago.

"Yes, Spencer, it's me." The woman said, Spencer's eyes narrowed slightly.

"What do you want?" He almost growled, seeming angry now that his suspsions were confirmed.

"Calm down Spencer." Mrs. Beauregard said in a soft voice. "I know you are still mad about what happened, and I know you are probably reliving it right now, but you know as well as I do that I wanted her to stay with you. But she couldn't. That was against all rules." She continued. "I'm truly sorry about that. But I am afraid there are more pressing matters to deal with." Her voice sounded concerned, Spencer began to get worried,

Sadly she had been correct, his memory of that day was fresh in his mind. The day his little sister was taken from him.

The sun was hot, for it was mid-summer, but that meant nothing to Spencer, he was from Vagas after all. The police were sitting outside his front door, awaiting his answer. He already knew what they wanted though. They were here about Julia, his little sister, but he wasn't about to just give her up. With a deep breath he calmed his temper and slid the bolt, opening the door. In front of 23 year old Spencer Reid stood three men. One man stood centered between the two, he was significantly older than the others, probably mid 40's, and his bacge read sherif. His name was, in fact, Sherif Jonhston. He was the cheif of all police in the small town. Flanking him on the right was constable Keiner, and on the left was a new member of the squadren, Officer Prenam. Johnston's face was emotionless as he spoke. "Spencer Reid, we have been ordered by state law to remove one...Julia Roberts...from your care imideatly." He said, taking a step forward. But Spencer wasn't about to let him just take the little girl away.

"What gives you the right?" He asked, eyes sherif looked shocked that he would counter against the police like this, but he soon got over this and looked to his right.

Keiner then spoke, "By order of the state, we have all athority to remove this child from your care. You are not fit for care for a child, nor are you, in any way, her legal caretaker."

Spencer was furious now. "I am her god damned older brother, in what way do I not her legal caretaker!" He yelled at the officers.

Johnston frowned and Keiner shook his head. "It was stated by her father, whom you know quite well I've been told, that when he was to pass her care was to be imediatly passed over to one...Mrs. Jane Beauregard." The constable stated plainly. Spencer was at a loss, their was nothing else he could do, the care was legalized.

As he stepped out of the way, allowing the officers to pass through his door, he saw Mrs. Beauregard standing not a foot away. Her van was parked in the drive and her face was solem, but triuphant. She better be happy now, she had won custody over his sister, after years of fighting for it.

A tear was in Spencer's eye as he closed the door on the scene taking place on his front lawn. A screaming seven year old girl was being caried to Mrs. Beauregard's van by a very preturpbed Officer – Prenam. All the while she shouted at him. "Spencer!" She called. "Spencer Help!" But all he could do was ignore her. The tear refused to fall, though, until finally, at the end of her protests, the little girl yelled, "Bulls-Eye!" That was what brought them, and for the first time in almost four years, Spencer allowed himself to cry.

"Spencer. I understand that you are angry, I would be too, but we really need to talk." Mrs. Beauregard said in a careful voice.

Spencer waited a moment, pausing, then he spoke softly, but sternly. "There is nothing I need to talk about with you." He said, attempting to end the call.

Mrs. Beauregard let out two words before he could. Two words that made him stop and his eyes widen in fear. Those words were, "Its Julia."

Spencer took a deep breath, he could sense everyone watching him, worried, but he raised his hand as if to say 'its cool.' "What. Did. You. Do." He said, eyes narrowed.

"Nothing! I swear. I'm just really worried."

"What happened?"

"I saw her, she was running down the road..."

"She's a teenager, they do that."

"...but she was limping. And holding her arm. And...Spencer I think something happened!"

Those were the words that caused Spencer to almost drop the phone. His little sister was hurt and he hadn't done anything to prevent it. What kind of brother was that of him? "Julia..." He whispered to himself, under the impression that no one had heard him, but in fact one certain member of his team had.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yes, positive." She replied. Spencer took another deep breath and layed out exactally what she needed to do.

"Mrs. Beauregard. I need you to find her. You need to bring her home and lock all the doors. Keep her away from all windows and make sure no one sees her." He said, his worry threatening to consume him.

"Okay."

"Then you need to call Dawson." He finished, knowing what would come next.

Mrs. Beauregard gasped on the other end. "NO WAY! I am not bringing that freak back to this town. Never."

Spencer sighed, he had guessed that this would come. "Mrs. Beauregard, he is the only person I trust with her safety. Until I can get over there, I need to know she'll be okay. Please do this, if not for me, for Julia." He sated plainly.

With a sighed, Mrs. Beauregard replied softly. "Okay." And that was that.

Spencer hung up the phone as the plane landed. He could feel Morgan's eyes on him, but didnt' speak. As they began to pile of the jet, he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. "Pretty Boy, is everything alright?" Morgan asked, making no attempted to hide his worry. Spencer didn't turn around, he coughed so his voice would appear as normal as possible.

"Yes Morgan, everythings fine." He replied, but Morgan, obvioulsy, didn't believe him. Still the older agent didn't say a word. Spencer shook out of Morgan's grasp and walked of the jet like everyone else, getting into one of the vans and closing his eyes for the ride back to the B.A.U.