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Janice Reid was running up the stairs. "William, William I just got a call from Dr Folger, your son Spencer is a five out of six match to Evan." She ran excitedly into her husband's office. "William, did you hear me, isn't that great. That's the best news in the world. We've waited for so long to find a match, I know it's not perfect but it's almost as good as it gets." Her husband was not smiling. "William, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong Jan, I'm just surprised, that's all. I was so sure Spencer wouldn't be a match. I mean I went there hat in hand to ask but I actually never thought he would even agree to try and when he did so begrudgingly, I never thought he'd be a match. I guess maybe Spencer might be good for something after all."

"That's not a very nice thing to say, after all, your son is being good enough to do this and he doesn't even know Evan."

"Oh don't make him out to be so magnanimous. He's probably doing it to impress the people in the BAU. He was putting on quite a show when I was there."

"Well, I really don't care why he's doing it. If he wants people to think he's king of the world, that's fine with me as long as it helps Evan get better, that's really all that's important."

"I just hope he doesn't think that this gives him a way into my life, that we are going to be father and son together because he's got another think coming."

"Let's not even think about any of that stuff until the transplant is over. And don't say anything to him to make him change his mind."

"What, I'm not going to say anything to him; I'm not even going to talk to him. Do you think I want contact with the freak or his mother?"

The team had gotten word from Garcia that Jean Schultz had worked at DCFS for fifteen years. She had been married the last fourteen years. She loved children and had not been able to have any of her own suffering through seven miscarriages. Her husband had been killed in an automobile accident two months ago.

"That must have been the stressor," Gideon said. "She wanted so badly to have children and she couldn't and yet every day these files crossed her desk about children being mistreated."

"She figured," Emily continued, "That if she couldn't have children to love then she was going to take these children away from people who mistreat them."

"So she took the children," Morgan added, "And she cared for them, didn't hurt them and eventually just put them to sleep so they would no longer be abused."

"Then she dressed them all in white and left them on the church steps like little angels for God to take them home," Reid finished.

They all headed out for a raid on Jean Schultz's home, finding not only sleeping pills by the hundreds but white outfits like the one each child was wearing when found. The woman was not apologetic for her actions, feeling she had saved these children from a life of misery and hardship.

The team was now on the plane back to Quantico after slaying another dragon; at least Reid thought that's how his mother would see it. He wondered what she would think of his father appearing out of the blue asking for help for his other son. Well, he wasn't going to tell her about that. That was something she didn't need to know.

"So Reid, what are you thinking about this bone marrow thing," JJ asked?

"Well I guess I have to go through a physical to make sure I'm healthy enough to do this, then they have to take a sample of my bone marrow and make sure it's acceptable, that there's nothing wrong with it. After all that is done to their satisfaction, I go for the actual extraction."

"Do you know what that extraction involves," Emily was curious.

"Yeah, I did some reading up on it."

"Of course you did," Morgan replied.

"So how are you feeling about it, I mean it was obvious there was no love lost between you and your father," Hotch added.

"Actually, Hotch, there was a lot of love lost, but it was lost a long time ago when I was struggling to get through school and look after my mother and our home. There was a time when I loved my father very much, just like any other little boy, back when our life was like the Donna Reed Show. It was a happy time, my parents were both professors at UNLV and they would come home at night and I would run into their arms and they would each hold me with one hand and swing me along. That was before my Mom took sick of course, then everything changed. Anyway, although I don't get along with my father, if there's a chance that I can help save Evan I feel I have to do it. I'll never be close to my father again, I don't want to be, but I still feel a need to help the boy. I think I would feel that even if he wasn't my half-brother. Does that make any sense?"

"Yes Reid, it makes perfect sense," Hotch replied.

Evan Reid was lying on his bed in his room watching TV when his mother came into his room. "Guess what buddy," Janice said with a huge smile on her face.

"Dad said we can order out for pizza," the boy looked hopeful. His doctors had put him on a diet rich in beta carotene, low in fat, whatever they thought would help his leukemia and pizza, one of his favorite things, was not on the list.

"Better," his mother said. "Your dad went to Quantico, Virginia a couple of days ago to talk to his first son Spencer about being a bone marrow donor for you and he agreed to get tested and he's a five out of six match and Dr. Folger thinks that's good enough to do the transplant. Isn't that great?"

Evan tried to smile for his mother. It was great news; however the doctors had explained to them all that a bone marrow transplant entailed. Before he could get the transplant, he would have to go through chemotherapy and radiation to kill his marrow cells so his body would accept the transplanted marrow and he was not looking forward to that. He would lose the little bit of hair that had grown back after his last bout of chemotherapy and he would be sick all the time. Yes the news was great.

"Mom, do you know him, my half-brother in Quantico?"

"No Sweetie, I've never met him. He and your father don't get along. I know he's some kind of genius and he works for the FBI in the BAU, that means he's a profiler and goes around catching serial killers and things like that."

"Wow, that sounds really cool. Do you think I'll get to meet him sometime?"

"Oh I doubt that Honey, as I said, he and your father do not get along. Anyway, I'll think about the pizza, how's that?"

"Okay Mom, thanks." Evan continued to watch the TV when a news clip came on about a social worker in Denver who had killed four children being caught, thanks to the work of the BAU. Evan's ears perked up and he watched the screen closely as it showed the police bringing the woman in and she was trying to hide her face from the camera. He could see a bunch of people coming behind her and they had vests on that said FBI. He got up close to the TV and looked at them. There were two women, one black man and one older man that couldn't be his half-brother. The other two men both had dark hair but one was quite a bit older than the other. They both moved by on the screen and he knew. He saw the brown hair and the brown eyes of someone that looked a lot like him only older. That guy must be his half-brother, Spencer Reid.