Hey guys, sorry it's been so long since posted, i got carried away with uni and the little social life i had. hopefully by the end of the month i should be back to writing as Uni will be over exams by then. Thank you all that read my stories.
A big thank you to Drownig_In_Beautiful_Tragedies who has volunteered her time to be my Beta. Thank you so much x.

i hope you all enjoy the chapter and please let me know what you think. :)
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P.s. just a reminder that for as long as Spencer is a female i will use female pronouns as it will be easier.


"Kid, what the hell are you talking about?" Morgan asked, he could see three people in the hotel room. Two of which were his team and pseudo family members. One of which had just dropped a bombshell that could rip apart the long fragile trust they had built with each other.

"Um…" Reid trailed off, unable to think of a way she could explain all of this. Feeling Remy's arm around her shoulder giving her a squeeze bolstered her courage. She could see the expectant look in all their eyes, as they looked at her waiting for her explanation. Rossi had a slight glint of knowing in his eye, something like recognition.

"Um, my father isn't William Reid. His name is William Leavitt." She mumbled softly, addressing one of the many questions she had risen. She could see the looks of recognition in their eyes as they made the connection.

"Reid, are you saying the Leavitt Family... that's the core of this case!" Emily said beside her, her eyes went wide as she knew the consequences of what her friend was saying here.

"I know, and that's my father.I'm the youngest of four siblings. My oldest sibling is my sister Abigal, and then my twin older brothers Ellery and Jasper." She kept her voice low, yet this time she didn't stop to let them intervene. Leaning heavily on Remy for support, she mived on to the next part. "My mother died in child birth. Diana Reid was my nanny growing up. My siblings were very much into what my dad taught us, yet Diana, she taught me about books and let me learn things, kept my mind challenged growing up. I met Remy when I was eight years old. I had gone to New Orleans with my siblings, Abigal was seventeen. Dad had sent us on a mission, it was just Intel. We took a wrong turn. Remy was twelve at the time. We ran into him and his adoptive father. The four of us got separated – my powers had just come in and when we separated my shifting went out of control. I was suddenly changing into anyone I brushed up against. I ended up meeting up with Remy again, and we started talking. I explained who my dad was, we spoke. When I went back home, we stayed in contact. He helped me with my dad and with my powers. When I was ten years old, I had control of my powers and my dad drafted me to do a mission. I didn't realise what the mission was at first, I was undercover – much like we are now. I had a fake identity, I thought I was getting information, stealing a few things at best. What I didn't expect was to show up there, and be forced to shift into someone slightly older. I was made to look about eighteen. I was forced into some uncomfortable positions, I was only ten years old." Her voice started to shake as she took a few deep breaths and Remy pulled her tighter to his side.

"I ran before I could finish the mission, I ran to Remy. When I went missing, my dad's team who had taken me over told him what happened. He put a bounty on my head. I was being groomed to take over the classified missions for when I grew up, with my powers I fit it perfectly. All four of us had powers. You know mine. Abigal was – is a pyro with slight telekinesis. Ellery and Jasper both have slight empathy. Ellery has omni-linguism, meaning he can speak any language. Jasper has Astral Projection. We were each taught in different specialties. I had the interrogation and intel, because I could change. When I ran, I got back in contact with Diana. I took her name, she was always like a mother to me so I told her that I'd run. She helped me get resettled, helped me disappear. This was before her illness got worse. I grew up with Remy and with Diana there. Then I went to Caltech and started getting my degrees. I was under my own form of witness protection. We had forged papers for me to make my life as Spencer Reid complete. Spencer Leavitt was gone, he disappeared from the face of the earth. I couldn't be tracked anymore. I was actually free for once in my life." She said softly and hid her face against Remy's neck to try and avoid the tears that were starting to pool in the bottom of her eyes, as she thought back on the pain she had gone through and how Remy was pretty much the only reason she had escaped.

"Reid… Spence, why didn't you tell us this before?" JJ asked as she looked through the screen to see the man – woman, she counted as part of her close knit family.

"When Penny ran, we decided dat it would be best dat he disappear completely. We tell no-one that de identity was false. Extra protection. Don't blame mon mari, was our choice, for de best." Remy spoke, holding Spencer close as he spoke, trying to make her feel protected and safe with him there.

"When did you guys get married?" Garcia spoke for the first time, getting over her shock of what her Junior G-man (woman?) had said and admitted to them.

"When Penny got recruited by y'r agent Gideon, we knew we'd be separated. I needed t' be able t' know when he was in trouble. I joined de X-men and we knew dat it would be dangerous t' be in constant contact. Mais I needed t' know." Remy spoke, resting a hand on the back of Spencer's hair, pulling it out of the high pony tail she had had it resting in. running his hands softly through the now loose, long chocolate locks. "dis whole story, dere is a point." He continued, "Merde, Dis man, James. He be apart of Spencer's papa's organisation. If he recognises Penny, dere is a 10 million dollar bounty on his head. Dat would be why I am concerned." Remy's voice was soft and sincere as he spoke about the possible peril his husband was in that, until now, the BAU team had no idea of.

Spencer lifted her head and glared at the other man. "James and I were friends growing up, my father used to bring me along on his trips to LA, because I was able to look at their ledgers and calculate better plans for their organization without missing too much school. He never knew me long enough to know about my mutation, he won't recognise me this way. The biggest fear is this meeting he was talking about tomorrow, that will be with the higher ups – it's a general status report meeting, but it's something one member of my family will attend. If it's Ellery or Jasper I might be in trouble, they can recognise the emotional signature through their empathy. I don't think Abigal would notice me, my father is more likely to have a slight idea. He knows what I look like at this age. We have reason to believe he knows my name change and has kept tabs on me." Spencer explained as she situated herself to rest back against Remy, yet still facing her friends in the computer. Seeing the morphing of their face in the possible danger she was in.

"Damn kid, can you go anywhere without trouble following you?" Morgan asked, his face lifting into a small smirk. Although his eyebrows rose in surprise at the laugh from the man Spencer was leaning on (it was still hard for him to get his mind around the fact that his little sibling was married and had been for several years).

"Dat is somet'in' Penny is good at, always has been. De stories I could tell y'," Remy smirked, placing a kiss to Spencer's nose when the younger glared at him. Knowing that when she returned to looking at the computer she would see Garcia's face light up with the prospects of stories from Spencer's past. Something he wasn't very good at sharing. Yet, now they knew he had good reason. Glancing to her side she could see Emily looking at her with an almost mischievous smile. Groaning and swatting at Remy's chest. "Now you've done it." She huffed.

"Reid, do you want us to extract you from the case?" Hotch asked, pulling them back to the seriousness of the situation and the information that had just been brought to light.

Reid knew what Remy wanted her to say right now, they had worked so hard to get her to this point, a place she was safe and could be kept that way. Knowing she could possibly be throwing herself back into danger just by being here. Yet, she also knew what she wanted to say and what she needed to say. She joined the FBI to help people, to stop people like her father from ruining the lives of more people. To do some good in the world. She let out a breath as she shook her head. "No Hotch, I can handle this. They won't recognise me. I learnt how to shield my mind a long time ago. If the twins show up I'll make sure they don't recognise me." She spoke, her voice firm emphasising her intent to finish this case all the way through.

She could see as Hotch nodded and sighed softly. "Alright Reid, but if there is a hint of anything going wrong we are pulling you out. I am going to count on Prentiss and Remy to ensure that they tell me if you don't." His own voice was hard and firm, leaving no room for arguments as Spencer nodded her assent. Even though the choice never really was hers.

The skype call ended soon after their conversation and Prentiss and Reid started retreating to get ready for bed. They began going through their routines. Spencer was still getting used to going through the familiar movements in her new body.

She was surprised to find that Remy was waiting for her in her bed when she returned from brushing her teeth and combing her hair.

"You're going to stay?" She asked with curiosity evident in her voice as she watched the lean form of the man who had shed his jacket and boots and was laying on the bed in his undershirt and boxers, making her feel nostalgic and a little bit home sick – it had been months since they last saw each other, every time she was free Remy was on a mission and vice versa. It may not be the most typical of marriages but it kept them both safe and allowed them to do what they felt they need to in order to help people.

"Oui, Remy hasn't seen y' in a while. Know it's a case, me, mais, Wolvie will keep an eye out. Wanna be near y'." he spoke his accent thick with fatigue as he moved to get under the covers and invite Spence in as well. They never did sleep all that well when they were apart.

"Logan's here aswell?" Spencer asked perking up slightly. Although she knew it would be unlikely for Remy to have come on his own, the older feral had always been really close with her. She didn't know if she'd call them friends or family – but she trusted him with her life and he was good company. She could see Remy's smirk at her question when he just nodded and she curled against him in order to get comfortable and fall asleep. Knowing as his arms wrapped around her that he wouldn't be moving until they both woke the next morning.

They woke bright and early the next morning, knowing they needed to go over a game plan with Emily before they could head out for the day. Today would really put them to the test – it was their first full day under these identities and they were about to prove why they should be allowed to continue in the crime syndicate. Which meant showing off their skills. Then this afternoon and evening there would be a 'meeting' with local members. Which meant there would be a need for formal clothes as meetings were generally disguised as banquets or balls in which several dignitaries were invited under the big names that were linked to the crime syndicate. This just made Spencer happier that she had packed clothing for almost every occasion and so had Emily.

She grinned as she opened her eyes to look at the familiar red-black eyes of her husband and best friend.

"Bonjour Mon Coeur," the French words spoken with a rough just-from-sleep voice as Remy looked down at her. She couldn't resist lifting up to place a kiss to his lips. Morning breath be damned – they hadn't woke like this in quite a while and truth be told, she longed for the companionship and love she was always surrounded with when in the presence of her beloved.

"Salut," She replied, her accent perfect as she took part of what she had stored from Remy to be able to mimic the proper pronunciation of foreign words – because god knows she couldn't do it on her own.

They were pulled from their perfect bubble of contented-ness by a knock on the door. Seeing Remy grin she knew it wouldn't be one of the men to whom they would have to pretend today.

"I got it Em." She called to the other woman so she wouldn't have to rush out, knowing she hated waking up from alarm. "Remy, make me some coffee." She ordered her voice not wavering and leaving no room for argument as the man stood with a laugh, putting up both hands and walking towards where the coffee maker was in the hotel suite.

She bounced over to the door and swung it open, near on leaping on the short but sturdy man in front of her as she pulled him into a hug, only moments before he realised who it was opening the door and he let out a bark like laugh. Scenting her slightly just to confirm the identity due to the appearance and gender change. Probably also the rather revealing red pyjamas she had worn to bed.

"What's up kiddo, what are you doing here? Looking like that?" he spoke as Remy appeared at the door again, carrying two mugs of coffee. Logan stepping in and shutting the entry to the suite as Remy handed Spencer her mug and wrapped an arm around her waist while he took a drink from his own. "oi dere Wolvie, keep y' eyes off what's mine." He teased and kissed the top of Spencer's head.

Spencer laughed and this and playfully shoved Remy's shoulder – careful not to spill either of their coffees. "come on in Logan, I assume you are here to find out the plan for today. We can explain to you why we are here then." She spoke and smiled as she passed an almost zombie-like Prentiss who scowled at the fact Reid already had her coffee and was settling into a chair at the table.

As Spencer folded herself into a chair at the end of the table, cradling the mug between her hands, she focused her attention towards the rest of the small group as they each took up their own seat. Prentiss now looking slightly more awake with coffee in her hands.

"So, pup, Rem never told me you were gonna be here." Logan raised an eyebrow as he kicked back in his own seat to Spencer's left. Spencer tried to ignore the disgruntled noise from her right where she could feel Remy had settled down, still staying close to her, high protective instincts on high, yet she had no clue if it was to do with her being female currently or if he thought she was in too much danger.

"He didn't know I'd be here Logan," She spoke and took a sip of her coffee before turning her head to face Prentiss, making it obvious that the conversation would have to wait. "While what I said to Hotch is true, there is a chance that my family will make an appearance, they are getting trained to take over after my father dies. They won't recognise me like this, it's been too many years for them to put the similarities together. However, we do need to discuss how we are going to approach the meeting and the test today." She spoke.

A couple hours later and everything had been sorted to their plans as both the ladies go changed into their chosen gear for their skill set. They hadn't portrayed Emily as being overly acrobatic and she was to be more stealth, which would fit the woman perfectly. For that she wore simple black pants and a soft shirt that she could move in, her gun strapped to her hips and smooth soled shoes to allow her to move silently.

What she didn't expect however, was for Spencer to exit the bathroom, in a full body jumpsuit, obviously altered for her feminine shape, hair braided over one shoulder, slight heeled boots and a decoration of deep pink-purple plating running over her torso and softer more vulnerable parts of her body. The colour almost a perfect match to the chest armour that Remy wore as he appeared from the bed room, pulling on his trench coat. Emily's eyes were drawn to the holsters strapped to Spencer legs, - it didn't hold a gun as one would have thought, but instead each holster held a 9 inch blade.

"Are you ready?" Spencer asked as she approached Emily, smiling at the stunned look on the woman's face. "What? I used to help the X-men out when I was available, and I'd do it like this, that way if they ever got caught on media, no one would recognise me." She smiled and headed towards the door.

"You're full of surprises, Reid," Emily laughed as she followed after the other female, Remy and Logan only just behind her. Emily caught up to Spencer and linked their arms together – heading towards the meet up point where they would be asked to show their skills and be evaluated for areas of the syndicate. "Let's go show these guys what we can do." She laughed challengingly.