A soft curve formed on Reid's face as he looked down on his mobile phone. "Someone is smiling a lot." Morgan teased as he sat in the seat beside the younger agent in the coffee house, stealing a peek his handheld computer.

"It must have been nearly 15 years since I last saw her. I couldn't even recognise her. And she knew me just by my scent. Do I smell 'minty'?" Reid questioned. "I never thought someone would remember me, well someone besides my mother."

Morgan crooked a sly smile as he spoke. "You're not easy to be forgotten, Reid. Maybe you're special to her." Reid just smiled at that statement. She was special to him. She got him to talk and to help other kids. She got him to be comfortable enough to touch and to be touch by people.

Flashback

He was not the most sociable person in the centre, yet when he saw the little frail girl who was sitting all alone, fidgety and scared, he knew who he was looking at. She was him. She was him 5 years ago. She was him when he was unsure of himself.

"Hello." The young boy's voice trembles as he pretended to be brave. Pretending to act like a big brother that he is. "I'm Spencer. Reid." He said as he extended his hand in front of the little girl. She just smiled nervously. "It's okay, little girl." He said quietly. "I don't like touching people too."

The little girl quickly shook her head. "I'm sorry. No. Sorry." She said quietly, trying to fight the restraint in her mind. "I can't see." She spoke as her hand flail searching for the speaking subject in front of her. "My name is Haley."

"Haley." An older voice spoke startling both of them. "I see you made a friend. Are you okay, Reid? Do you think it would be fine if I leave her with you for a while?" She questioned.

Reid just nodded. He too was still quite reserve compared to most other children at the day care centre. "I can read to you if you want." He spoke quietly as the caretaker walked away. "Or I can walk you over to the swing." He offered.

The little girl smiled. "You smell like mint on a hot sunny day." She said so quietly, smiling to herself. "I'd love to read if I could." She said quietly.

"Alrighty then, reading it is. What do you want to hear?" He questioned. The younger girl just shrugged her shoulders. Ruffling through his favourite shelf, he read the titles. "Right. We have 'Little Princess', 'Little Women', 'Heidi' and my personal favourite 'The Secret Garden'."

The little girl giggled. "My brother never finished reading 'The Secret Garden' to me." She said. Reid smiled. He never needed to ask why. He never needed to know the reason. He picked the book and sat beside the little girl at the corner.

Gently he pulled Haley closer to him as she laid her head on his chest. Her shy, reclusive mannerism presented to him as a classic sufferer from Asperger Syndrome. Something that he too had to fight with almost all his life.

End Flashback

Crimsoning Reid smiled. "She was the first person I read to. Why did she change her name? And what is her relation to Hotch?" Reid blurted out the questions ran through his head, Knocking on every cells in his brain trying to find an answer.

Morgan just shrugged his shoulders. "She's pretty cute though." Morgan teased. "I'm sure her Uncle Aaron wouldn't mind her dating a pretty boy like you." He added as Hotchner shook his head ever so slightly as took a seat opposite Reid.

Even without words, Morgan could read Hotchner's body language. Lazily he stood up and sat opposite Jareau. "She talked about big brother Spence all the time. It never struck me once that he was you." Hotchner spoke as he placed his coffee cup in front of him. "She made you to be so, normal."

"I am normal." The younger agent retorted, then paused. "I think." Hotchner just smiled. Reid knows he could be a little neurotic at times, but he never thought that people think of him as not normal. "How come I knew her as Haley?" Spencer question.

The group leader knew that the question would come up sooner or later. Even Sean asked him the same question when she was forced the name she had now. "She's one of the witness in the protection program. At the age of 4, she was placed in CPS. Then she was given back to the system at the age of 8, which was when my parents decided to save her from the future disappointment that she might face."

The younger agent just nodded. "So her name is Katheryn? Or is that another alias?" Reid probed some more. Hotchner just smiled. "Hotch, she used to have Asperger's. She was like me. She could not even handle people touching to guide her."

"She had you to teach her that there were people she could trust." Hotchner replied. "What do you actually remember about Haley?" It was his turn to question the young agent.

Reid shook his head. "Just the apparent stuff, her name, she was hard of sight and she had a hard time trusting people." He responded. "Why?"

It has been 20 years. Yet, Hotchner still could not even identify the man that haunted the mind of his sister. 20 years, yet she still have nightmares about the night. "Do you remember anything that she might have said to you or something that she might have told you before she went away?"

Reid straightened up a little as he shot his unit leader with a questioning look. "What's going on Hotch?" Reid's voice was filled with scepticism. "Does it have anything to do with her being in the New York office?" He speculated.

Hotchner shook his head. "She's just visiting me." He began. Reid just nodded. "And collecting some data for her dissertation." He said with a hint of pride in his voice. "She's finishing her Ph.D in child psychology."

He was so sure that it was not the work nor was it the solemn smile of the brought little girl he once knew. Yet somehow, he could feel there was something wrong with her. "Yesterday, when Sean pulled you away, you came back pretty flushed. Is there something wrong with Katheryn?" Reid fished.

The older man just shook his head. "It's nothing really. Something from the past that has been haunting us as a family." A subtle hint of grief and pain somehow lingered in the resonance of Hotchener's voice.

Reid sat back in his chair, hoping that he was not too forward with his superior. "I'm sorry if I was being rude." He began.

"Reid, it has nothing to do with you. Or her life in Vegas, she loved it there. She was sick a lot in high school. She could not even go to her graduation because she was just too weak." Hotchner began. Before the younger boy could even ask about what was wrong, Hotchner shook his head.