A/N: This takes place in the first season (Which means no Emily or Rossi, sadly). Spencer's past connections come to light when a new case hits the desks of the BAU, how will his coworkers react?

This is a short chapter to see if anyone is interested. I am still writing Bureau Boarding School (working on it right now, actually).

This is for Annajadekin, who requested for me to write this. I hope you enjoy!

Tell me if I should continue!

/

Chapter 1: The Past Always Finds Its Way To The Future

"I have never seen him voluntarily start a conversation that didn't begin with a statistic, so I doubt he'll go to the club with you, Derek." Elle, who was currently sitting to his right at the round table, laughed as he continued a report he'd carried along.

Morgan ruffled Reid's hair, "Aww...Pretty Boy, you'll go with me, right?"

Spencer glanced at him blankly, and Derek instantly received the message. "Okay, maybe not...but, man, you have to open up to new experiences!"

Oh, believe me, I've had plenty of experiences. Spencer Reid thought to himself as he prepared himself to respond to his coworker. "Clubs are feeding pools of germs and STDs, so I will gladly pass on your generous advice."

Greenaway snorted as Derek gave their young colleague a look of disbelief. "Yeah, I shouldn't bring you out. You're too socially inept." Derek teased him shortly after, a smug smile on his bearded face.

Spencer rolled his eyes, turning back to his files. His mind, however, did not quite make it to the work, instead it had momentarily sent him back four years.

"Put your hands in the air! NOW!"

He closed his eyes tightly, a pained feeling striking his chest as the words rang in his ears. He wondered what his coworkers would think if they knew about his life before the BAU. As far as they knew, he came here directly after college safely under the wing of the beloved Jason Gideon.

Derek would be mad, he knew that for sure. But he wasn't as sure about the others, they-

"Each of the victims were aged 19 to 25, the local department first assumed they were victims of opportunity but they are too similar in appearance to put it down to just that."

Spencer's ears perked at Jerau's words, ripping his mind out of the past and shoving it into the present. How much of the meeting had he missed? And they couldn't possibly be talking about the case, could they?

"The four victims were each abducted on the 27th of July, their bodies were found dumped carelessly behind libraries nine months after. They suffered from severe physical and sexual abuse."

Spencer's eyes widened, There's no way...It's not possible, he wouldn't risk it again...not after-

"So, the UNSUB kidnaps one person a year, and still manages to find a new one in around four months?" Elle asked, "He seems to have a strict type, I wouldn't think four months would be enough time for someone like him to find a good enough choice."

There's more to it than that... Spencer thought desperately, hoping they'd be able to figure it out without finding out about his own situation, but he knew it was next to impossible.

Gideon shook his head, "His type is fairly common though, I mean look at Spencer! He fits it to a T."

And they did, only to see their coworker on the verge of distraught. Aaron's usually stoic face clouded over with concern, "What is it, Reid?"

He can feel the eyes on him, an all too familiar feeling, and his breath catches in his throat as he takes in the stares. "I...I think I know this case."

Their eyebrows collectively furrowed, and Spencer quickly amended his statement. "I mean, I think I read about it...It's a bad one."

"Every case is a bad one." Garcia commented as she glanced at the TV with disgust.

Spencer nodded dismissively, She has no idea...

"We're leaving as soon as they finish repairing the plane." Hotchner told them. "Hopefully it's only a few hours."

"Study the case files, we're going to need as much knowledge on this case as possible." Gideon advised, picking his copy up before retreating to his office.

Spencer remained in his seat, watching as the others left the room. He looked at the papers he had no use for, the details of this case had forever been burned into his mind.

"You became a CIA agent at 16? How impressive." The voice dripped with sarcasm as the well-built man stood over his most prized capture. "Though, you can't be that amazing if I caught you...right, Spencer?"

Twenty-two year old Spencer Reid gazed back at the man in a haze, having not quite recovered from the blow to the back of his head. "I wouldn't say a blitz attack is the best way to judge your abilities."

The man stared back with distaste, "Very cute, agent, but witty comebacks will not help you in this situation...you are smart enough to know THAT!" His sentence ended with a bang as the man's large hand reached Reid's already bruised face.

"You coming, Pretty Boy?" Derek asked his near-catatonic friend from the doorway with a scrutinizing eye.

Spencer jumped back, before nodding with a forced smile, "Yeah, is there any coffee left?"

Derek chuckled, shaking his head. "Is that all you think about?"

I wish it was. Spencer thought as he followed his unknowing colleague.