A/N: So here's the next one of the prompts that my lovely beta, Diamond Cobra, has been giving me. This one's a rather... interesting prompt, that I can say!

Rating: K+

Genre: Angst/Humor

Pairing/Characters: Reid, but with the entire team

Prompt: Reid used to have his hair dyed blue.

Spencer Reid had never been one to tell people about his past. He'd always been a very private person, never really comfortable with telling other people his closely-held secrets. He knew that it was inevitable that some of his past would eventually come out, and he accepted that fact. There were some secrets, though, that Reid never wanted to see the light of day.

Once a month, the BAU had taken to- work permitting, of course- having some sort of meal or gathering at the house of one of their team members. They had cycled through every team member, even having dinner at Garcia's twice. Every one, that is, except for Reid. He was very apprehensive about hosting the event; partly because he didn't think he'd be a very good host, and partly because he was afraid of what the team would find in his house. It wasn't bad, necessarily, but Reid was terrified of them seeing it. Their whole impression of him would change, and he didn't want that at all.

Despite Reid's best efforts to avoid it, the team had finally coerced him into hosting dinner one Saturday night. Rossi, Morgan and Prentiss had all immediately counted their places out; all three of them just refusing to host. Hotch was the next to say no- he'd hosted last time, and Garcia had already made a rule that no one was to host twice in a row. Garcia herself had said no as well, owing to the fact that she had hosted twice already, and was the only one who had so far done so. That left JJ and Reid.

"I really, really, can't," JJ had said, a very apologetic look on her face. "Henry's got the flu, and Will's been home all week looking after him. I couldn't risk you guys being there and possibly getting sick as well."

"I guess that leaves Reid over here, then," Morgan had replied gleefully, slapping Reid on the back. "And it's about damn time, too; I was wondering when we'd get to see the kid's place."

"No, Morgan, I-" Reid spluttered, but Garcia had cut him off.

"Come on, boy wonder!" Garcia had exclaimed. "All the rest of us have hosted- you're the only one that hasn't yet! Please?" she had said almost sadly, pouting at Reid. "You knew it had to happen eventually!"

Reid had known that there was no talking his way out of this, and so he reluctantly agreed to host. The other team members had been very happy about this; especially Garcia, who had been particularly gleeful that they were finally going to eat at Reid's house. The genius himself quietly wished that they hadn't been so happy about it- it would make things a lot easier for him.

One thing Reid wasn't worried about, though, was cooking for the team. He was actually quite a skilled cook; he'd had to cook a lot for both himself and his mother when he was younger after his father had left, especially when his mother was in the midst of one of her episodes. However, this was something the team did not know this about him and Reid fully expected them to be surprised when they saw and tasted the food. He couldn't wait to see their faces. He just hoped that that was the only surprise they would get that night.

Reid's heart was pounding in his chest when the team finally showed up at his house Saturday evening. They showed up in two groups: Prentiss, Hotch and JJ first, closely followed by Rossi, Morgan and a very eager Garcia. They sat in the front room of Reid's house, chatting animatedly, while Reid busied himself in the kitchen. He kept half an eye on them, silently pleading with them to stay where they were, or to at least not go any farther than the bathroom.

As Reid had predicted, the team were very surprised when he presented their dinner to them, and even stunned when they took the first bite.

"Wow, Reid!" Prentiss exclaimed. "This tastes amazing!"

"Yeah, Reid," Rossi agreed. "I come from a background where everyone loves to cook- and cook a lot- and I think nearly all of them would struggle to hold a candle to you."

"I think we've found another one of the genius's many talents," Morgan laughed, clapping a hand on Reid's shoulder.

Reid blushed slightly. "Thanks, guys," he said in a slightly shaky, but happy voice. "I'm glad you like it."

The conversation descended into happy, safe territory, and Reid finally began to relax. He relaxed so much, in fact, that he didn't notice that Garcia had been gone far too long to just be going to the bathroom. He didn't notice, until a rather excited and shocked squeal sounded down the corridor.

Reid's heart jumped into his chest. Oh no, he thought to himself. Oh no oh no oh no…

His worse fears were confirmed when Garcia appeared, holding an old shoe box in her hands. "Spencer William Reid!" she exclaimed, furious yet excited at the same time. "Why didn't you tell any of us about these?"

Reid bit his lip, refusing to look at anyone else on the team. "Well, I, uh, you see Garcia…" he stammered, trying to think of what to say. Trying rather unsuccessfully, he had to admit.

"What are you talking about?" Prentiss and Morgan asked at the same time.

"Garcia, what's in that box?" Morgan added.

Reid shot Garcia a pleading look. "They- they don't really need to see those, Garcia," he said timidly.

Garcia's expression softened slightly; the excitement was still there, but the fury had vanished. "You don't need to be embarrassed about these, Reid," she assured him. "They're well… decidedly hot."

If the team had been confused before, they were even more confused now. "You may as well show them, Garcia," Reid sighed. "You probably would've found them eventually anyway."

Garcia squealed in delight, and set the box down on the table. "I think we've found another one of boy wonder's many talents," she said, as she extracted several photographs, handing them around to the team.

Reid couldn't miss the gasps that left the mouths of his team members and friends. "This… this is Reid?" JJ marveled.

"Yes, that's me," Reid admitted. "You don't all have to sound so shocked about it, though."

"I'm sorry, Reid," said Prentiss. "But these are just so… wow. You have to admit, they aren't what anyone would expect of you."

"Money was tight back then," Reid explained. "I mean, I didn't have to pay for college because I got in on full-ride scholarships for every degree, but I did have to pay for anything else."

"I guess this brings a whole new meaning to the nickname 'pretty boy," Morgan laughed, a photo in his hand. "I never knew there was this side to you." He indicated the photo, where a much younger Reid was sprawled out on a leather chair, shirtless and with a rather sultry look on his face. A modeling pose.

"It was a lifetime ago," said Reid, snatching the photo out of Morgan's hand. "It was only to make ends meet. It wasn't really what I wanted."

"This is what you were afraid of what we'd find if we had dinner at your house, wasn't it Reid?" Garcia realised, her voice and expression softening.

Reid nodded, looking down almost ashamedly. "I was worried you'd think differently of me or something," he admitted. "They're… they're not me."

"We don't think any differently of you, Reid," said Hotch. "At least, I don't. You're still the same SSA Doctor Spencer Reid to us." The others nodded and murmured their agreement, and placed the photographs back into the box. Everyone except Prentiss, who was scrutinizing hers rather closely.

"Hey, Reid," she piped up. "I'm sorry, but I have to ask you this: is your hair blue in this photo?"

The rest of the team instantly leapt up from their seats, moving over to Prentiss so they could see the photo in her head. Sure enough, Reid's hair was dyed a shade of midnight blue.

"It was only for one shoot," Reid mumbled. "I got rid of it as soon as I was done."

"No need to look so embarrassed, kid," said Morgan, playfully hitting Reid's shoulder. "It looks good on you."

Reid could tell the others were trying to make him feel better about the situation, and for that he was grateful. He'd been so afraid of the team finding out about his past; he didn't want them to treat him any differently, and he'd been worried that that's exactly what would've happened. But to the team's credit, they hadn't done this. Instead they had taken in the new information, worked it into the information they already knew about Reid, and moved on to other topics. Reid was still the same person to them. He didn't need to worry anymore.

"So," he said to his friends, his family. "Who's hosting next month?"

A/N: Hahaha, so what did you think? This one may have featured Reid again- but it was in the prompt, so I couldn't avoid that! But for once, it wasn't Reid/Morgan slash! :P So did you like it? Send me a review and let me know!

"I always thought this one would be interesting. Not what I expected that's for sure."