Spencer and Reid arrived at the apartment; Morgan had gone to tell Hotch about their latest advancement on the case. Reid had decided to take Spencer home first before going back to the BAU. Spencer entered before Reid, her arms crossed and a frown on her face. She threw herself on the couch and buried her face in a pillow while yelling something incoherent.

"What was that?" asked Reid.

"I said, you don't need to take care of me!" exclaimed Spencer, Reid took a few steps towards her astounded.

"You're only fifteen! And you're injured" Reid told her. Apparently in her opinion this still wasn't grounds for being taken care of.

"I've taken care of myself when I was injured before, and I was thirteen" Spencer told him smugly. Reid shook his head

"Remember how well that turned out?" he asked, she rolled her eyes.

"Beside the point, all I know is you're overreacting! I'm fine being by myself" she told him defiantly. Again Reid shook his head.

"No, not this time. I am responsible for you and you have to follow my rules. You broke them and now you have to be punished" Reid sounded extremely awkward; he had never had to say anything remotely like this in his life. He had no children; even with Jack of Hennery he never said anything like this.

"Punished?" shouted Spencer.

"Yes, punished. You are, um..." Reid searched for the right word "Grounded, you are grounded"

"Grounded! I've never been grounded in my life" she told him, not believing what was happening. Reid licked his lips, trying to decide whether or not this was a good idea, but he stood his ground.

"Yes, grounded" he said, Spencer looked at him shocked, never in her life had she ever been grounded, no one had ever held that authority over her. And if they did it was easily ignored. Suddenly a thought came to her and she smiled smugly.

"oh ya? How are you going to make me stay here, you have work tomorrow" she said, Reid was only stumped for a moment before he came up with an answer to this potentially problematic situation.

"A babysitter" he said.

"Good luck with that, any sitter that you would get I could think circles around. Reid then came up with another solution.

"You come to work with me" he said, she looked at him like he was crazy "We can keep you in the conference room, so you won't disturb anyone"

"That's crazy! Hotch would never let you do it" she told him.

"When there is no other option, yes he will" Reid nodded.

"Leave me here! I won't cause any trouble" begged Spencer.

"I don't think so, Hotch will let you stay there if he thinks you're in danger" Reid said, Spencer rolled her eyes and groaned.

"Why does everyone think Hotch cares about me so much, he hates me" she said in her 'I know everything' tone.

"I thought you were supposed to know everything" said Reid shaking his head, "nevertheless it's been decided and you are coming to the BAU with me and you are going to stay out of trouble"

...

The next day, Spencer dreaded going to work with Reid. Sure it would be nice to see the team again but what was she going to do alone all day? It was going to be so boring, and this stupid case kept messing with her mind, her visions never did follow a specific pattern. Sometimes she saw exactly what was going to happen clearly and vividly other times she could barely see anything at all. That's what bothered her, inconsistency, she hated that. She wanted something that was consistent in her life, she had never had that.

Spencer woke with a start, 6:00 AM. She groaned and rolled onto her stomach. She hoped Reid wasn't still mad at her. She's different than she was when she was thirteen even she herself could see that. She knew that Reid missed the girl who was thirteen, Spencer missed her too. Her blonde hair had grown darker than it was almost three years ago, her sixteenth birthday was slowly etching close, she missed her sun bleached hair.

She walked to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She certainly did look different. Her once bright green eyes had grown darker, they were almost looking hazel. Just like her father's. She looked away, but quickly looked at herself again noticing more changes. Her cheekbones more pronounced her nose had straightened out. She looked older, maybe even older than sixteen.

After she finished getting ready her and Reid, with a coffee cup in his hand, loaded into his small car. They made it to the BAU in very good time, there was little traffic. It looked just as it did the first time she visited when she confused the hell out of everyone and gave Hotch a headache, good times.

"Hey look it's Spencer" said Prentiss noticing the teenage girl entering the building, the rest of the team came to say hello.

"So, why are you here?" asked Prentiss,

"Reid doesn't trust me" Spencer pouted.

"Well at least some good has come out of his genius" said Morgan "At least there is no teenage boys around here"

"Boys? Boys?" Garcia came running out of her technical room "I heard the word boys, what about them?"

"Well Spencer here..." started Morgan.

"Do not!" Spencer cut off, but Morgan pretended not to hear her.

"Was with a guy at a coffee shop, Reid and I caught her" finished Morgan, Spencer smacked her hand on her face and groaned.

"A boy?" question Prentiss surprised.

"A boy!" exclaimed Garcia at the same time. "Oh Spencer, don't tell me you were wearing something like that?" she gestured to Spencer's outfit.

"What's wrong with my clothes?" asked Spencer frowning and examining her pants. Garcia simply shook her head.

"And was your hair done that way too? Oh wow, and I bet no make-up either. Well that's what you get for living with Reid"

"Hey!" protested Reid "Anyway, she's here because she wasn't supposed to be out last night and I can't have her sneaking out anymore, so she's going to be in conference room alone, alright Garcia"

Garcia put her hands up in defence "Of course" but she winked at Spencer.

"People, let's go we have a lot of work to do" Hotch poked his head out of his office and pretended not to notice Spencer. Reid put Spencer in the room and turned on the TV so she wouldn't be completely bored.

Spencer flipped thru the channels lamely but stopped on one station when she saw a familiar face. She breathed in sharply. It was a picture of an average boy with blonde hair; he had cocky posture and an arrogant look on his face. The woman on the screen was talking about how he is known as Thomas and was last seen in a coffee shop in Quantico Virginia.

"Oh no"