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This chapter is going to be quite a hefty one...ENJOY!

Previously:

A smile was still drawn on his lips as he hissed out a statement slowly for effect on the quiet bullpen.

"Spencer is dead."

William released Reid, shaking his head desperately. Diana's sobs increased and were painful to listen to. Reid straightened himself up; he still had a cruel smile on his lips.

"James...you didn't...you haven't...please tell me you didn't", William stammered, his bottom lip shaking. Reid seemed to enjoy the man's misery and took a step towards him.

"Why? Is it something you didn't want to hear? Your perfect little Spencer...dead. Shall I tell you how I stuck him like a pig", Reid smiled when his mothers cry hitched. He paused again, revelling in the misery he had inflicted. "Shall I tell you how he pleaded?" Reid's gaze turned to Morgan, who was stood stock still; confused. "He pleaded for his team 'help me, Morgan! Please'", Reid turned his voice up a notch to impersonate their resident genius; the team hadn't seemed to notice how Reid's voice had become deep all of a sudden. "He kept telling me that you'd find him...and yet you never even knew", Reid chuckled into the silent bullpen.

William could feel the tears threatening to slip down his cheek. His balled fists shook with rage. Hotch saw it before anyone else but was unable to pull William back in time. William's fist connected with Reid's jaw, causing him to stumble back into his desk, knocking books flying. By the time Hotch had restrained William, Reid was laughing again.

"How could you!?" William sobbed, falling from Hotch's arms to the floor.

"You're really asking me that? I'm sorry that your favourite child is dead, maybe you can finally focus on me."

"What's going on, Spencer?", Hotch held onto the young man's arm, praying that he wasn't having a schizophrenic episode. Reid's head whipped around, and gone was the calm continence. He yanked himself away from Hotch.

"Don't call me that", he said darkly.

"I don't understand..." squeaked Garcia. Reid turned his focus to the tech analyst.

"You wouldn't. I was erased from Spencer's life. There's nothing you could find on your computer. Besides, I've fooled five FBI profilers, do you really think you could figure me out", Reid glowered at her, and she felt herself shrink beneath his stare.

"Who are you?" Growled Rossi, finally catching on. Reid opened his mouth in a mock gasp and applauded.

"And the winner is David Rossi! David Rossi..." he pondered with the name, testing it on his tongue. "Did you know my brother had all of your books. He used to save the money he earned and go out and buy the latest copy. That was until I burnt them", there was that smile again.

Rossi opened his mouth but didn't speak, his mind was thrown back in time.

"I've read all of your books, sir", Spencer said eagerly, watching Rossi as he if were another being.

"Oh. Is that why you've been quoting it?" Reid nodded sheepishly and Rossi chuckled.

"I used to have to the entire collection."

"Yea? Why don't you anymore?", Rossi asked, looking at the kid curiously.

"Um...there was a fire...", Reid shifted slightly...nervously. He looked back up and smiled; hiding something. "But I started a new collection."

Rossi blinked out of the flashback, his eyes large and angry.

"You didn't answer my question", Rossi growled. Reid sighed.

"I thought, being FBI agents and all that you might have figured it out by now...I guess I was wrong", Diana watched her son anxiously, anticipating his next move. When he didn't say anything she stood up slowly.

"That isn't Spencer", she said slowly, pointing an accusatory finger at the young man who'd captured everyone's attention. Reid began examining his nails. "I know my children and that is not Spencer."

"Children? I didn't know Spence had sibling-"

"It wasn't in his file", Hotch muttered.

"Of course I wasn't! They removed me from their lives", Reid yelled.

Diana was still glaring at him when she continued. "You made our lives hell. And you left us. William tried to help you, but it was you who left." She turned to the agents. "Spencer isn't my only child. His twin; James, was born first. Everything was and still is identical about them...except their personalities. They couldn't be more different in that sense..." she was trembling more violently.

"You're going to have to start using the past tense when speaking about him, Mom", James winked. Before anyone realised what was going on, William was on his feet, grabbing his son by the neck and throwing him to the floor.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm gonna... kill...", William tightened his hands around James' throat and the young man blanched, his fingers trying to push William away. Hotch and Morgan were trying to pull the father off, but he was fuelled by some kind of supernatural strength.

"Dad...s-st-stop..." James rasped. "N-not d-dead...tell y-yo-you...", William eased up, allowing his son to take a gulp of air.

"What?"

"H-he's not d-de-dead...y-yet."

"Where is he?" Snarled Morgan. He no longer saw this man as Spencer and he couldn't believe he ever had.

"Aren't you supposed to interrogate m-me first?" He snuck a look at his father. "I need to tell you my story. You remember how I loved my stories dad?" He asked innocently, like a child.

"How do we know you're not lying, that Spencer isn't already dead?" Hotch asked, cuffing the young man.

"I saw him last night. There's a video on my phone", Morgan grabbed the phone from the desk.

"Passcode." He demanded.

"I'm not telling you." Garcia rolled her eyes, took the phone and stepping behind James, pressed his thumb against the button. Morgan took it back and swiped through the apps to find photos. And sure enough, there was the video.

Morgan looked over at Hotch who nodded.

"Conference room", he ordered, pulling James along with him. Garcia took the phone and threw the video onto the television screen with a few clicks. The video was black until a torch flicked on.

"James? James is that you? P-please turn the l-li-light on", they heard Spencer plead and they suddenly realised the difference between the two voices, it seemed so obvious now.

The torch on the camera shone down a hole in the floor where Spencer was sat. His arms and legs were bound tightly with tape and rope. His clothes were ripped and bloody in some areas and if it was possible; he looked even skinnier.

"No", James deadpanned. Reid whimpered, squinting against the bright torch.

"T-The-They'll figure this o-out."

"I saw Dad the other week. I forgot to tell you", Spencer faltered, his shivering becoming more convulsive.

"You didn't...y-you haven't h-hurt him h-have you?" Spencer whispered.

"No. But I wish I could", James shuffled with the camera, pulling out a bottle and a small box of sandwiches and slinging them down at Spencer.

"There...I'll be back tomorrow", the team watched as the bottle slid far from Reid, and he reached out desperately for it. James watched him struggle, keeping the camera rolling on the young man. Spencer looked up, hot tears slipping down his cheek. His teeth were gritted having clearly aggravated a wound.

"P-pleas-please", he pleaded and James growled behind the camera.

"For god's sake you're pathetic", James set down the phone and the sounds of 'no' and 'please' filled the silence, followed by several loud smacks. The sounds stopped for a minute and only a few grunts could be heard before someone gasped.

"That's what you get! Don't ever try that again!" James deep voice echoed through the room. Reid was silent. James grabbed the phone, but he didn't show Reid this time. He turned out the torch and Spencer sobbed.

"Don't l-leave m-me in the dark...p-please..." James didn't answer and Spencer rasped. "Morgan! Hotch? JJ, Em, Rossi?" He cried weakly, "Garcia?", he whispered this last name, his breathing becoming laboured. "Help me..."

The video shut off.

All eyes were on James whose own eyes were still glued to the screen; his lips turned up maliciously.

"So what now?" He asked eagerly. Suddenly, Morgan slammed the young man into the wall, ignoring the loud crack of James head against the wall.

"You sonova- I'll kill you!"

"Get off! Get off!" James squeaked kicking out. Hotch reluctantly pulled Morgan off Spencer's twin.

James took a shuddery breath; composing himself, before a smile returned to his face.

"You don't want to kill me, Agent. If you still want to find your 'Boy Wonder' that is."

"What do you want?" Hotch demanded coldly. James pouted.

"Is that really how you talk to your agents?" James asked, raising his eyebrows.

"You aren't one of my agents. You can't even do the paperwork. Every single one of Reid's files that you sent off were returned; none of my agents has their work returned...never", Hotch growled, he felt himself swell with pride at the thought of his agents. James looked down at his feet, his cheeks burning red.

"Ah, but I fooled you for 2 weeks", the smile was back.

"We will find him", Emily said.

"Of course you will, you're the FBI. The FBI never get anything wrong... oh wait..."

"You're going to tell us where he is!"

"Am I? Well seeing as how I have the upper hand, I think you will be doing what I say".

Morgan shook with rage.

"JJ, Rossi, take him to an interrogation room. Don't speak to him",

"This won't help you find him", JJ gripped James' arm harshly, Rossi grappling with the other, his hold equally savage. "I'm your only chance!" James yelled over his shoulder as they dragged him from the room.

"You need to explain", Hotch said turning to William and Diana Reid.

"It's a long story", Diana mumbled.

"We have time."

"Do we? Hotch, we have no idea where Re-Spencer is? From that video he could already be- he could-", Morgan couldn't face finishing the sentence.

"I refuse to believe that. We'll find him, Morgan. Mrs. Reid, please take a seat. You too sir", Hotch motioned to the chair and a very shaky Diana collapsed into her chair.

"There are some people from Benningtons downstairs...I-I should get them", William mumbled, departing with haste. Emily and Morgan exchanged a look while Garcia put her soft hand over Diana's.

"He doesn't like talking about...him", Diana explained.

"Who?"

"James", Garcia tightened her hold on Diana's hand when the woman trembled at uttering the name.

"Why not?" Garcia asked gently.

"You have to understand; I loved both my boys. I was never biased...at least not without good reason. I just always thought James was of a different temperament. I gave him space", Diana licked her dry lips nervously. "Over the years he just kept getting worse and worse until...he-he-"

"Take your time," Hotch said calmly, sitting down opposite her.

"I don't want to start there", Diana whispered, her eyes glazed over at the thought of the bad memory.

"Start wherever you want."

"Okay...I first noticed James' behaviour was...cruel when they were 3."

"Daddy, Watch!" Spencer cried, lifting his wand and shifting the huge hat on his head.

"I'm watching."

Spencer opened his tiny palm to reveal a quarter.

"Watch cosly (closely)" he instructed, waving his wand and exclaiming. "Abwa kadabwa!" He opened his hand and the coin was gone. He giggled profusely.

"Wow! Uncle Dan has been teaching you well!" William grinned, tickling the small boy's sides. Spencer squealed with laughter and rushed over to where his mother was sat as a means of escape; the giant hat that his uncle had given him slipped off his wavy brown hair.

James was sat on Diana's lap and had been glaring at Spencer. He hadn't wanted to sit there, but Diana had pulled him onto her when Spencer announced that he would be hosting a magic show. James kicked out at the smaller boy before he could reach their mother. Spencer bounced back to their father, a smile still spread across his face.

"Abwa kedabwa...turn you into a fwog!" Spencer yelled, tapping William lightly on the nose.

"I think you'll have to keep working on that one, Spencer", William pulled the smaller boy onto his lap.

"Don't lie to him, William" Diana said absentmindedly.

"I can do that too!" James insisted, sliding off Diana's lap.

"Okay, your turn. What trick are you gonna do?" William asked, shifting Spencer to a more comfy spot on his lap so he could watch. His hazel eyes widened eagerly. James stomped up to Spencer and snatched the wand away from him.

"James!" Diana chided.

"Need it!" James muttered, sticking his tongue out at Spencer, who's top lip had started to quiver. William set Spencer on the couch and took the wand from James.

"NO!" He screamed, jumping up to try and get the wand. Spencer toddled over and William handed the wand back.

"You will ask your brother to borrow things. You will not snatch", William ordered. James turned and scowled at his younger brother. Spencer was smaller than James, his hair a lighter brown, his eyes wider and of a deeper brown, but other than that they were completely identical.

"NO!" James repeated defiantly. Spencer's incredibly above average brain whirred and he knew he had to do something to help. He held out his much-loved wand to his twin with an anxious smile.

"James can borwow it", he offered. James slowly took the wand, eying his brother.

"What do you say, baby?" Diana asked. Spencer frowned and looked up at her.

"Thank you?" Spencer asked, not understanding what she had wanted him to say.

"Not you, Spencer. What do you say to Spencer, James?" James looked from his mother to his father and then to the smallest of their family, who was smiling sweetly. Something inside of James wanted to break that smile on his brothers face. He wanted to hurt the boy. He looked down at the wand in his hand and carefully bent it.

"Jame-" a snap interrupted William and they all stared at the snapped wand. James dropped the remains on the floor in front of Spencer and the small boy dropped to his knees in tears.

"Daddy fix it! Pwease! Fix it pwease!" The small boy sobbed, trying to give his father the two halves of the wand. William watched as James dashed from the room and he got up and followed, leaving Spencer on the floor in hysterics.

Diana quickly scooped up Spencer and rocked him gently, the wand still in his hands. He cried into her shoulder, his breath hitching as a child's does.

She could hear her husband shouting upstairs, but surprisingly she didn't hear her other child crying.

William was back in the room by the time Diana had finished, with two nurses by his side.

"When I tried to tell him off he just stared at me. It was only when I spanked him that I got a reaction and after that he didn't talk for days. That was the first time we noticed his...behaviour.", Diana nodded along with her ex.

"Do you think you can tell us why you removed James from your lives?" Hotch asked hopefully. Diana sealed her lips and let her head hang, willing tears not to fall. William sighed and took a seat.

"The boy's were only 10 at the time. After...it happened, I knew it wasn't safe to keep Spencer and James together. I left and I took James with me. It was the hardest decision of my life, but I couldn't risk Spencer and Diana's lives anymore", William took a shuddering breath.

"Wait...that's the reason you left Spencer?" Emily gasped. William nodded sadly.

"We always thought you just left...because...because you couldn't deal with Diana's illness", Morgan scowled.

"James was making Diana worse. I could see it happening before my eyes. I had to do something, you have to understand that."

"We understand", Hotch said.

"At first we moved to a different state. I joined a firm there and enrolled James in a school for children with behavioural issues. I couldn't contact Spencer or Diana in case James found out. I had made sure that they'd moved house so James couldn't return to our old address. I knew he'd try to. The first time he tried was when he was 14. He came back and destroyed much of our apartment. We never spoke much...", William chuckled a little, "I felt more like a prison guard. When he was 16 he took my car and was involved in a hit and run...the boy survived...", Garcia took a sharp intake of breath. "The boy looked just like Spencer... after that, he was in prison for 5 years...he should've gotten longer, but the boy wasn't hurt, just a few cuts and bruises. I tried to make him come back when he was released, but he had already gone...I even tried to find him, for Spencer and Diana's sake, b-but part of me never wanted to see him again. I would've returned to Diana, but she was already in Benningtons."

"Is that when you took him out of your records?"

"I took him out of Spencer and Diana's when we first left. After he ran away and I couldn't find him, I decided to take him out of mine."

Emily bit the inside of her gum, she had to ask what everybody wanted to know. "What was...it? What was the reason that you left?"

William gulped audibly before continuing. "Like I said they were both 10 at the time. They'd finished school early..."

James glowered at his brother. Spencer was clutching his test in his hand; a proud grin smacked on his lips. The paper said '100%' on it, it was just another one of Spencer's perfect results that he couldn't wait to show his parents, especially since he was a few grades ahead. James looked down at his test. 56%. He could easily steal Spencer's test and show it as his own, he thought to himself. He only had to grab it.

The bus stopped and Spencer sprinted down the aisle. Obviously, with how distracted he was with his test, he completely missed the foot stretched out to trip him. He stumbled over, dropping his test. The kids were laughing at him as he blushed. They saw James coming down the aisle and quickly pulled their feet in. James glared at them, but not for what they did, it was to ensure that it didn't happen to him.

"Get up!" James growled, giving his brother a small kick. James' eyes caught Spencer's test ahead of them and he jumped over (and on) his twin to grab it. He snatched it up and high tailed it off the bus.

"NO! Please, James! Wait!" Spencer begged, struggling to his feet. A few kids on the bus pushed and jostled him, making it difficult for him to find his feet and chase after his brother.

"JAMES!" Spencer yelled, stumbling down the steps.

"You alright, Buddy?" The bus driver asked kindly, sending looks of disappointment to the other kids on the bus. Spencer couldn't answer, as soon as his feet touched the pavement he was chasing after his brother. James was faster than him and he knew it, but he also knew James would burn his test like he had done with his collection of David Rossi books.

He ran all the way to their house, the door was already flung open and he lept up the stairs.

Diana was sat on the couch trying to see herself through the aftermath of a particularly bad episode.

"I knew that the boys only had half a day and I had managed to get some hours off to come home and spend it with them", William explained and the BAU nodded, waiting patiently for more.

James slammed the bathroom door and filled up the sink. He knew that he couldn't pretend the test was his now and that was all Spencer's fault. He had to make his little brother pay.

He heard Spencer's footsteps on the stairs as he turned off the taps.

Spencer tore into the bathroom just as James ripped up his test and dropped it into the water.

"NO!" Spencer cried, rushing over to the sink and trying to rescue the pieces of paper. The ink was already running and the 100% mark had all but dissappeared.

"You couldn't just let me have one thing!" Snarled James grabbing his brothers hair and throwing him into the wall.

Spencer tripped over his own feet as James pushed him again and his head landed with a painful crack into the porcelain sink.

"Help!" Screamed the smaller 10 year old, touching the back of his head and finding it sticky. James yanked Spencer up and held him close to his face.

William parked his car and frowned when he noticed his front door open. He stepped out and cautiously walked up to their door. He peered in and saw Diana sat last looking dazed. He then heard a scream from upstairs.

"This is for ruining my life! Maybe they'll finally notice me if you're gone", spat the older twin and before Spencer could take a breath his head was thrust into the sink.

The water was cold and stung his red and sweaty skin. He hadn't taken a breath beforehand, so already he struggled against his brothers hold. He knew the average length of time someone could spend underwater, but every single fact he knew seemed to vanish as he panicked.

James watched as his brother smacked his hands against the sink trying to push his head out. James pushed harder.

Spencer's small hands reached up and tried to bat away James. James gritted his teeth and wrapped his fingers into Spencer's hair, which was slick with blood and held him in place.

He watched with pleasure as Spencer's small body began to buck and convulse. Spencer's efforts dwindled as the fight left him.

James felt a smile creep over his lips and Spencer stopped kicking and hitting.

William opened the boy's bedroom door in panic. Neither Spencer nor James were in there. He stood in the hall glancing around and saw the bathroom door was shut. He smacked into the door and almost collapsed at the sight.

James held Spencer's head in the sink. Spencer was limp; his knees had buckled and his arms were strewn across the sink.

"What the hell are you doing!?" William Shouted, pushing his elder son off his younger one. James fell into the bathtub and felt tears prickle his eyes as he rubbed his painful back; William didn't care. He caught Spencer as he slipped down from the sink.

"No, no, no", he whispered, laying Spencer down gently and checking for a pulse. He listened to the boy's chest and breathing...he wasn't breathing.

"DIANA! DIANA, CALL AN AMBULANCE!" William screamed downstairs. Diana had seemed to have snapped out of her stupor and was scrambling upstairs, the phone in her hand.

"William wha-?" Diana asked, the phone glued to her ear. She stopped at the sight of Spencer.

"Oh God! No! Not my baby...help him William...", Diana fell to her knees and stoked Spencer's wet hair from his eyes.

"He's not breathing! Have you called them!?" William demanded.

"Yes..yes...hello...i-it's my son...he's not...he's not b-breathing! He was...", Diana glanced at the sink. "He was under t-the water too long", she whimpered, gazing down at her unmoving son as William tried CPR. "Oh baby..baby, please wake up...my husbands trying CPR...the address? Yes it's..."

William pumped on Spencer's small chest, stopping every few seconds to hear if Spencer was breathing. He tried mouth to mouth, Spencer's lips were tinged blue, before going back to pressing against his chest.

"He's bleeding William", Diana sobbed, dropping the phone and gently stroking Spencer's cheek.

James remained frozen in the bathtub. He watched with curiosity, a smile still stretched over his pale lips. Unlike his parents he was willing his brother not to wake up.

"Come on, Spencer", William pleaded, checking again for a pulse. "Come on, son", he pushed down on Spencer's chest and the small boy started to convulse.

"Turn him!" William ordered, helping push Spencer on his side as he coughed up the water he had unintentionally swallowed.

William gathered the boy into his arms as he continued to cough and shiver.

"Shhh...you're okay...you're okay", he whispered patting Spencer's back as he cried and rasped.

James jumped out of the tub, anger bubbling inside of him and he stormed from the room. Neither parent noticed him as they held Spencer tightly, soothing him until the ambulance came.

"They kept Spencer in the hospital for a week. In that time I packed away mine and James' things and sorted out all the details of our move. I went to see Spencer before I went. I told him that me and James were leaving and he begged me not to go. He kept throwing statistics and facts at me and I-I t-told him-", Williams voice shook slightly. "I told him that we weren't statistics", William whispered.

Morgan stared at William and felt any bad feelings he had for the man ebb away. He wanted to applaud the man. He wanted to hug him. He'd been so wrong about William Reid; Morgan finally realised where Reid got some of his personality traits from.

"That's why we have to find him...James has killed Spencer before...he will do it again...I-if he hasn't already a-and we might not be able to save him this time," William mumbled.

Spencer lay on the rough ground; his breathinhg shallow as he tried to calm himself after another panic attack. It was cold and dark...so dark; Spencer continued to tremble violently. Everything hurt. His entire body ached with pain and he didn't dare more for fear that he'd aggrovate his injuries.

He lay on his side, in who knows where, praying that his team would find him. His family...they'd all be looking for him...They have to be, he thought hopefully. He knew that anytime now Morgan would storm through the doors and resucue him. Spencer sighed with relief at the thought.

Anytime... Reid thought, looking in the general direction he knew the door was in. Any-

A small beam of dim light trickled above his head. He tried to stretch his neck up to look over the muddy walls of the hole he was in.

"M'rgn?" He mumbled. No answer.

"James?" he asked fearfully. "J-James...help m-me...p-plea-please..."

The door shut and Reid was plunged into darkness again. His breath hitched.

Whoever had come in was now shut in with Spencer.

Phew, I had to do some work on this chapter, I made it shorter by taking a big chunk and putting it in the last chapter and I couldn't leave you guys with measly 1k words, so this is what you got.

I had to put a bit of the real Spencer in this because I miss him!

So now you know! Leave a review on what you think about the reveal, I'd love to know.

Thanks for your reviews and support.

Hopefully, I'll see you tomorrow in the next chapter; things are about to get interesting!