A/N: I told you not to count on that update streak to continue...

Speaking of last week, did I not do a good job with Rossi or something?

In other news, a big mystery is in the character's future...

Mossnose173: Thanks for the advice. I think that I'll have to change my style up a bit once I get to the mystery though.

Anyway, welcome to the Spencer Reid UnSub/Character Dump! This'll be fun.

Enjoy!

Date: Tuesday, 8/25/2015

Spencer hopped of the bus and onto the sidewalk of Quantico High. It was Tuesday. He hated taking the bus on Tuesdays. Of course, he had to take the bus everyday since his mother was not allowed to drive and the DMV still refused to give him a licence, but Tuesdays were the worst. On Tuesday, Wade Hatchett drove his bus. The man was seriously creepy. Spencer got chills whenever the guy turned his piercing gaze on him.

Derek was waiting for him. It still surprised the young genius that he always waited for him outside the school. It was not that bad of a morning, last he checked it was only 71℉. Just wait until January, it got down into the 30's.

Derek flashed the fourteen year old his signature player smile. "What's shakin', little man?"

Spencer frowned. "I'm aware of my height, thank you. I don't need it rubbed in," he replied sourly.

The older boy just raised an eyebrow. "Chill, man. You just need a nickname."

"Why? Spencer works just fine."

"Nah. That's too long."

"Too long?! It's two syllables."

"Yeah. Too long."

"Your name is two syllables."

Derek ruffled Spencer's hair. "Sure." He winked. "But I'm not the one who needs a nickname."

The two juniors walked through the halls. The crowdedness had gone down since school had started, but not much. There was a lot of jostling and pushing and Spencer lost Derek for a second. Once he spotted the older boy, he sped up his pace. Ever since he had made friends with the other junior, most of the bullies had left him alone. Or well, left him alone whenever Derek was around. Spencer hated having to rely on the other boy for protection, but he hated the bullies more.

That being said, not all the students in school had gotten the memo about Derek's protective streak.

As Spencer scurried through the crowd, he kept his eyes on Derek. Billy would probably jump him if he lost the other junior again. Unfortunately, he did not notice a group of senior's hushed whispers as he navigated the crowded hallway. One of the boys stuck his foot out just as the little genius was passing.

Spencer tripped.

The boy went down with a large crash. His stuff fell out of his backpack and papers flew across the floor. His glasses came off and skidded to a stop in front of the student who tripped him.

The senior smirked. "Watch where you're going, toothpick."

Derek had heard the crash and quickly came to the scene. "Hey! Leave him alone."

The older boy looked Derek up and down. He frowned as if smelling spoiled milk. "Who even are you?"

"Derek Morgan. This kid's with me, so you better leave him alone."

The senior seemed to mull over the name. Spencer started to search the ground for his glasses. "Morgan? I think-" He snapped his fingers. The smirk reappeared on the senior's face. He liked a good challenge. "You're the new member of Hotchner's little posse, aren't you?"

Spencer discreetly tried to get Derek's attention. He had figured out who they were dealing with and if Derek answered truthfully then this was going to get painful. However, Derek, being the alpha male he was, ignored Spencer.

Derek nodded and Spencer cringed. The senior's smirk instantly widened and Derek knew that was the wrong answer.

"Name's George Foyet," he held out a hand for Derek to shake. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Derek looked suspiciously at the hand. His instincts told him to grab Spencer and make a run for it, etiquette told him to shake the hand. Etiquette won over and he grabbed Foyet's hand.

Bad idea.

Foyet spun the junior around and smashed him into the lockers. Derek was too startled to do anything before it was too late. Then he was flung across the hall and into the opposite row of lockers. Foyet approached and landed a nasty kick to the junior's stomach just as the bell rang.

Everyone in the hall scattered. No one helped the two boys. Derek lay there clutching his stomach, while Foyet approached Spencer. The little genius could not see clearly without his glasses but he could tell the large blurry shape in front of him was not friendly.

"Derek?" Spencer called out fearfully. He tried to push himself away from Foyet, but ended up with his back pressed up against the lockers.

Foyet picked the fourteen year old up by the collar of his sweater vest. "You gonna tell Strauss, kid?"

Spencer shook his head furiously. Foyet raised his hand and he cringed. The older boy laughed at the genius's fear. Foyet dropped the kid and started to walk away. He stopped, however, when he heard a crunch under his shoe. He picked up his foot to see the kid's glasses. He picked up the mangled eye wear and sauntered over the boy who had gone back to searching for the glass he held.

"Here, toothpick." He smirked. "You're gonna need these." Foyet dropped the glasses in front of Spencer and head off to Civics.

As soon as Foyet was out of the hallway, Spencer grabbed his glasses. He let out a cry of dismay when he found them beyond repair.

"Spencer?" moaned Derek. The genius's focus turned to his friend.

"Oh, god. Derek! Are you okay?" he panicked.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good." The older junior pushed himself into a sitting position. "What about you?"

"Uh, well, he didn't hit me," Spencer said slowly.

"I hear a 'but' in there," Derek joked.

Spencer sighed in shame. "He broke my glasses and I can't see anything."

Derek growled. "What's with that guy?!"

"I don't really know. Something happened between him and Hotch during their freshman year."

"You don't know? What kind of genius are you?" Derek chuckled.

"I asked around!" Spencer exclaimed defensively. "But no one would tell me anything! Not even Dave."

Spencer was getting upset by the whole thing and it was starting to leak into his voice.

"Hey, calm down," Derek said softly. He patted the boy genius's head. "It's okay. You have spare glasses in your locker, right?"

Spencer nodded.

"Let's get them and get you to class, okay?"

"But you-" Spencer exclaimed.

"We can worry about me after we get your glasses."

By thee time Spencer got to the library, he was emotionally exhausted. Derek had been groaning in pain with every step he took. Spencer had personal experience with Foyet's kicks and he could imagine with startlingly clarity the pain his friend was in. At least Emily had not been there too. She probably would have finally managed to get herself kicked out of school. If there was one person more protective than Derek, it would be Emily.

He sat down at a random library table and buried his head in his arms. He did not even realise anyone else was there until someone cleared their throat. Spencer looked up to see Tobias Hankel sitting in the chair across from him. The sophomore was sober for once. Spencer could tell because the other boy actually had an expression on his face - an expression of concern.

The young genius sighed. "Hey, Tobias."

"Hi," The boy looked nervous for a moment, then continued. "Is-Is something wrong?"

Spencer smiled tiredly. "Not really. Just the usual bullies and stuff."

Tobias's frown only deepened. Spencer did not understand why the sophomore even cared. They were not friends. He highly doubted Tobias even knew his name; the only reason Spencer knew the other boy was because he remembered everything.

Tobias's expression suddenly brightened. He reached below the table and into his backpack. The sophomore glanced around furtively before discreetly placing an unopened syringe and a clear, glass vial on the table.

Spencer's eyes widened. "You brought drugs to school?" he asked, incredulous. He knew kids did that but he had never actually seen the drugs himself. He attracted enough trouble without going looking for druggies.

Tobias only nodded. He gave Spencer a happy little smile. He whispered, "You want some? It makes it better."

The junior continued to stare at the drug. He had no idea what "it" even was.

He cleared his throat nervously. "Wha-What kind of drug is it?"

"Dilaudid," he answered simply.

"Heroin?" Spencer hated how his voice cracked as he spoke.

Tobias nodded again. "I mixed a psychedelic into it, too," he said it like it was the most normal thing in the world.

That was probably what terrified Spencer the most about drugs. How, after just a few hits, normal it seemed to continue. How normal they could make someone feel. Yet, at them same time, there were people in the world, like his mom, who insisted that the drugs made them abnormal. But then again, his mother also insisted that all politicians were either aliens or snake people fighting for control of Earth.

Those were the reasons Spencer sadly shook his head at the proffered drugs. Sad, because he could not help Tobias or his mother with either of their problems. He had to be responsible for her; he could not let a drug-induced haze cloud his judgement.

"Thanks, but no thanks."

Tobias simply shrugged, obviously not caring either way. He snatched the syringe and vial off the table. He started to pop the case off the needle, but Spencer stopped him with a question.

"Tobias? What's your next class?"

The sophomore froze and looked up at him in surprise. Apparently, no one had ever asked about his personal life before.

"Uh," Tobias seemed to have to rack his brain for the answer. Most of the time, he probably was not sober until the class was half over anyway. "English 2, I think."

"Cool." Spencer smiled warmly. His distraction was working. "My friend Penelope's in that class. Do you know here?"

The two boys talked until the end of the free period and Tobias had to go. Spencer, however, had another free period to spend in the library.

As he watched the sophomore exit, he decided that he found the perfect person for Mr. Gideon's empathy project: Tobias Hankel.

Spencer used the first half of his second free period to analyze hs entire conversation with Tobias. The second half was spent completing the assignment for his online Advanced Physics class. He was working on his first PhD.

However, as soon as the bell rang, Spencer was out the door. Next was Chemistry, which he had with Emily and Derek. They were the only reason he enjoyed the class. He read the textbook over the summer, which, in retrospect, was not the greatest idea since he was now bored of the class.

He quickly met up with the other two juniors in the Chemistry lab.

"Guess who I met today!" Spencer exclaimed, interrupting whatever argument the two had gotten into in the three minutes since their Trig class had ended.

"The president?" guessed Emily sarcastically.

Derek shook his head at her. "Don't be ridiculous, Emily. It was the director of the CIA, wasn't it?"

"Now who's being ridiculous," teased the brunette. "He'd get picked up by the FBI before the CIA ever saw his application."

"Actually-" Spencer began to correct them.

Sensing a lecture coming on, Emily interrupted, "Who'd you meet?"

Spencer blinked twice, startled at the sudden topic change. "Oh! Right," he exclaimed after getting his conversational bearings. "Anyway, there was this sophomore, Tobias Hankel, he tried to give me Dilaudid but-"

Derek exploded, "He did WHAT!?"

The genius recoiled at the sudden outburst and the room fell silent. All heads turned to their table.

Emily glared at the nosy class. "Don't any of you have anything better to do?" They slowly went back to their own conversations, leaving the three friends to their discussion.

"What did he give you?" Derek repeated, still angry but not quite as loud.

"He didn't give me anything. He offered me Dilaudid. I didn't take it."

The other male junior's body visibly relaxed. Emily smirked. "Never knew you cared so much, Derek."

He took her teasing in stride. "Gotta keep our baby genius safe."

"Can't use that one," Spencer said absent-mindedly. "It's one of Penelope's."

Derek groaned. "Can't get anything past you, kid. Can I?"

"What are you two talking about?" Emily asked, obviously lost.

The boys answered in unison, "Nicknames."

Spencer held mixed feelings towards lunch. Of course, he got to spend time with his other friends, the ones he did not have classes with, but he hated the noisy throngs that filled the place. The room was always so difficult to navigate without bumping someone and with his propensity for finding trouble wherever he went….

Let's just say the cafeteria did not hold the most pleasant memories for Spencer Reid.

This year was better. Now he had Derek to clear his path. People nearly dove to get out of his way. Part of the reason Spencer found this so funny was because if any of them actually got to know the "scary" junior, they would probably find him to be nicest person they ever met.

That was the best things about his group of friends-they purposely defied expectations. By all rights, JJ should be hanging out with the snooty fashionistas, Derek with the jocks, and Penelope would be so goth it wouldn't be funny. One look at Dave and anyone would see a classic slacker, but when he wanted something bad enough, he was unstoppable. An outsider would describe Hotch as cold and unfeeling, an emotionless brick, however, Spencer would say Hotch was the kindest and most selfless man he ever met.

Emily was the only one of them who conformed to the classic rebellious teen stereotype. She bathed in sarcasm and eye rolls were second nature. She dressed mainly in reds and blacks. She even used to smoke, but after Spencer had merciless begged her to stop, she had. He was so proud of her for quitting.

"Heya, Spence." JJ's voice shook the young genius out of his thoughts. "Whya so quiet?" she asked, concerned.

"Just thinking," he replied simply.

"About what?"

"Smoking." JJ visibly flinched. Spencer panicked for a second. What had he done wrong? He trusted JJ, so he told her the truth.

"Why?" she asked slowly.

"'Cause I'm happy that we finally got Emily to quit." He smiled at her, but JJ refused to meet his eyes. "JJ-"

He was cut off by the bell. JJ quickly gathered her things and dashed out of the room without leaving time for Spencer to finish his question.

Spencer day had three free periods: first, second and fourth hour. Of all of them, fourth was the best.

Why?

Two words: Maeve Donovan.

She was smart, funny, and the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. She was just a few months older than him. Her smile was gorgeous and she was one of two people in the school who could keep up with his brain.

He saw her in the library and his faced flushed involuntarily. Derek noticed instantly.

"What you looking at, lover boy?"

Penelope laughed and Spencer scowled, but his blush remained. "That's not-"

"It totally is!" Penelope squealed.

"No."

"Yes!

"No!"

The two's argument had started to draw attention and soon enough the librarian approached. She glared and hushed them. Then they sat down around one of the tables.

"C'mon, kid," Derek encouraged. "Just go over and talk to her."

"Yeah! You don't have to do anything. Just talk," Penelope whispered.

The two students went on like this until Spencer finally stood and sighed. "The only reason I'm doing this is to get away from you two."

They glanced at each other knowingly. "Sure. You keep telling yourself that," Derek said slyly.

Spencer glared and left. He picked up his stuff and moved to Maeve's table. She smiled at him when he sat.

"Hi, Spencer," she said. "I'm glad you came over. I want to introduce you to the freshman I'm mentoring. Spencer Reid, this is Diane Turner."

The young genius looked to see another girl sitting at the table. She was thin and her hair was dark and straight. Her skin was pale and she was pretty, but not as pretty as Maeve. She smiled, but Spencer could tell it was forced. She honestly looked rather annoyed.

"Hi. It's nice to meet you," he said to her. She did not stick her hand out to shake and that was fine by him. When she did not say anything either, he turned back to Maeve. "Is that why you weren't here Monday? You were showing Diane around?"

Maeve nodded. She was about to say something when the freshman interrupted.

"Um, Maeve? Could you help me with this physics problem?" she asked.

Maeve turned to the younger girl and smiled. "Of course. Where do you think it's going wrong?"

Spencer's eyes widened in surprise. He knew Maeve was smart, but this new girl was just as clever. Most freshman didn't take Physics after all.

After fourth hour free period, Spencer had Selected English. It was the highest English course the school offered. Very few students were allowed to take it; this year only five. Besides himself, there was Harvey Morell, Caleb Rossmore, Theodore Bryar, Maeve, and Kat Adams.

Kat was weird. For starters she would always try to show off, as if she had something to prove. She needed to be the best, and needed to make sure everyone knew it. She tried to answer questions first, regardless of being right, and whenever her answers were challenged, she would get extremely defensive, almost scarily so.

Spencer had no idea why Mrs. Blake put up with it.

But other than Kat, the class was good. At the moment, they were about to start a mystery unit on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Mrs. Blake assigned the first three chapters of the book and Spencer had not read more than that. He used to finish the books as soon as they were assigned but after several teachers and students had complained that he spoiled the stories, he decided that it was not a good idea.

The last class of the day, Behavior, was one of Spencer's favorite classes. Well, all of Spencer's classes were favorites, but this one held a special place. Mr. Gideon was a good man and treated him like a son, something Spencer had been looking awhile for now.

Besides that, the class itself was incredibly interesting and Spencer knew that this was never something he could learn from a textbook or article. Not that he hadn't tried.

"Alright," announced Gideon, starting the class. "We're going to work on an interactive profile study today."

Every head in the classroom shot to to stare at the teacher.

"What's an 'interactive profile'?" questioned JJ. They had done profile studies before, reading articles and profiling the writers, but this seemed different.

"Good question. Interactive profile simply means that instead of simply reading people's thoughts from paper, you're actually going to interact with that person."

"Like an interview?" asked Dave.

"Precisely. Today, you're going to work on questions you would ask. Tomorrow, you're actually going to use these questions to interview one of the staff at the school. Your goal is to profile said person's Saturday afternoon. I'm going to divide you up in groups. You have to work together here or this won't work out. Reid and Morgan. Hotchner and Rossi. Jareau, Prentiss and Garcia."

The students quickly divided themselves into their assigned groups. The girls quickly began murmuring, while Dave and Hotch simply started writing.

"You know," whispered Derek. He gestured to Dave and Hotch. "Sometimes I think those two can read each other's minds."

Spencer turned on his professor voice. "Actually, mind reading, also called telepathy, is a completely unfounded idea. It is a pseudoscience, seeing as no experiments have ever yielded consistent results. Twins-"

"Thanks for that," Derek interrupted. "What should we ask?"

Spencer blinked. It always took him a moment to adjust out of lecture mode. "I think it would be better to come up with a list of things to ask about, prioritize that, and then come up with questions. Do we know if there's a time restraint?"

Spencer raised his hand to ask but Penelope beat him to it. Mr. Gideon said that each group would have fifteen minutes on Wednesday to ask their questions.

"So we need to focus on personal questions, like family and work," Derek concluded.

"We should probably ask about their hobbies too," Spencer added.

The juniors quickly came up with their questions and worked out a game plan. If the person they interviewed was a woman, Spencer would go in. If a male, then Derek. Whoever was not doing the interview would watch body language and take notes.

By the time they finished, class was over. The bell rang and the seven friends dispersed to their lockers. Derek, Emily, and Spencer all headed down to the junior hall together.

Spencer had hoped that Derek had forgotten about the whole nickname thing, but no. He was still trying. Emily was not helping. Well, not helping Spencer.

"How 'bout 'bookworm'?" Derek suggested.

"No. Too long."

"Brain boy?"

"Too simple."

"Smart ass."

"Swearing." He glared at her. She glared back and Derek had to concede.

"Spenc-opedia?" She just looked at him like he was crazy. He held up his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay! Fine." The older junior stared at him for a moment. His eyes were narrowed in concentration and thought. The longer he looked the more uncomfortable Spencer got.

Suddenly, Derek straightened and put his index finger up in the classic "idea" pose. "I got it. 'Pretty boy'," he said with a grin.

Emily tried her hardest not to smile. "I could get behind that one," she said slowly.

Spencer just stared at them, mouth agape. "Wha- No. Y-You can't-"

"Yep. It's perfect," Derek said, seeing the kid's reaction. Emily had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep her laughter in. "Ain't it, Pretty boy?"

Featured Unsubs:

Wade Hatchett - 5:7

George Foyet - 4:18 & 5:9

Tobias Hankel - 2:14 & 2:15

Diane Turner - 8:12

Harvey Morell - 7:11

Caleb Rossmore - 7:11

Theodore Bryar - 1:9

Kat Adams - 11:11

Next time: The Auditions - Aaron Hotchner