Letter of Secrets

Chapter 11

Disclaimers: see chapter 1!

AN: Its my Birthday soon and planning a party with a couple of drag queens is really time consuming and it really isn't an excuse for the delay! This chapter made me want to giggle. But I hope the twists are coming up are leaving people very confused.

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"Talk to me mama, what else have you found?" Morgan placed the phone on speaker through the SUV he drove down to Aaron Miller's house. Prentiss had learned what Morgan was up to and how Garcia had found the information through their investigation. At first she was upset at both of them for even considering the fact that Spencer was not Reid's son. That part of her wanted to torture both of them and had made her not speak to Morgan through the whole trip. The other part of her wanted to see this to the end. She needed to know now for sure if the two had really cracked the case and found Austin's murderer.

"Aaron Miller is pretty wealthy. I saw his contract deals and his business and while it is not part of the fortune 100, he pulls pretty good bank in the past 7 years since he took over the company."

"Enough money to make trips down to Atlanta." Morgan added.

"Yup. And he owns property there and a co-corp that handles his labor deliveries there. "

"What exactly does he do?"

"Shipping. The middle man of major corporations who need to ship their items… and.. Wait.. I just compared his recent financials records of his bank and he missed some contracts in the past 2 years. Mostly deals that did not went through. Huh."

"What is it Garcia?"

"The properties went for a higher price with another company and they are still in business. Why would he leave it in the market like that?"

"Recession?"

"No.. just weird. If it was just about money, then he would of pulled off those contracts."

"Keep me updated."

"PG out."

"Maybe he went down hill since Austin moved to Vegas?" Morgan looked at Prentiss wanting to get her option but she kept her arms crossed across her chest and looked straight out. "Emily."

"Yea. Maybe." Prentiss answered.

"Emily.."

"Lets just get this done and we will talk later ok? I am too mad at both of you right now."

"Fine. We are almost there."

Morgan turned the SUV to the block where Aaron Miller's home was located. Morgan whistled while he drove down the block. All the houses were amazing. The homes were two stories high with a massive lawn. Not one home was without a iron gate closing the property. They arrived at the location and was a bit surprised to see the gate to the home was open. Enough for the SUV to drive up to the home. Morgan and Prentiss exited the vehicle and looks around.

"This is not good." Morgan looked around the front of the home and the property. "The lawn looks like its dying. The plants here are dry and the bushes around the driveway are outgrown. This block seems to hold themselves in a higher standards of keeping their lawns maintained. Especially for the money he makes."

"Or Austin leaving caused a downhill spiral and nothing else mattered to him. The outside of the home looks as if it was abandoned. The straight line of the home says that he is extremely professional but the color means that he has to maintain it clean and there is dirt in the corners." Prentiss added and looked at Morgan who nodded.

"Lets talk to this guy." Morgan took a step towards the steps of the home when he felt Prentiss grab his arm.

"Let me do the talking."

Prentiss took the lead and stood outside the door. There was a strange creepy feeling coming from the house and gave her a chill. Something was really wrong with the atmosphere of this home. She knocked on the door and stood back when it started to crack a bit open. Morgan reached for his gun and pushed the door a bit more with his foot. It opened completely and both were shocked to see the inside of the home.

No one there. Strange. shouldn't someone be there? House looks so empty. So dead.

Morgan stepped inside and kept his gun raised. "Aaron Miller? FBI…" Prentiss followed Morgan and kept her weapon in her hands.

"Shouldn't there be maids and butlers around cleaning up?" Emily questioned while they walked more into the home. "Seems like someone left here in a hurry." Prentiss noticed the closet entrance opened with all the coats and clothes on the floor.

"No one been in this part of the house for days. The remote controls have dust around them." Morgan noticed the remotes to whatever the house was set up with on the glass table. "All these paintings are expensive." Prentiss gave Morgan a look. "What? I know art. And I know this isn't cheap. Leaving the door open like that…." Morgan went on when they walked into the large kitchen.

"I'll check upstairs." Prentiss looked up the stairs and started to climb them. Her gun still in her hands with the safety off.

"Be careful." Morgan warned while he made his way to the kitchen. There has to be some sign that someone lived here recently. Maybe this home was a rental and it would explain the state of the home. Or maybe for once in Garcia's life time she was wrong about the location. Morgan opened the refrigerator door and took a step back in shock. "Prentiss!" Morgan yelled. He opened the door to the refrigerator more and was face to face with a head in a jar. He closed his eyes and frowned. There was a small part of him that wished he was wrong about his suspicions.

"Morgan… you have to look …. Upstairs.. And…shit." Prentiss saw the head in the jar. The liquid in the jar was clear and the head's eyes were open. "Who do you think is that?" Prentiss tried to put a profile together in her mind. Who could it really be inside this rich man's refrigerator.

"What did you find upstairs?" Morgan cleared his thoughts and wondered what Prentiss had discovered.

"A nursery. Blue walls and a crib. Brand new…" Morgan grabbed his cell phone and called Garcia.

"Garcia, I need a crew here and a coroner. We found a head."

"Don't you mean body? A head? Its not in a duffle bag right?" Garcia questioned while she handled Morgan's request.

"No. We need to find out who this person is."

"Garcia, send me a photo of Aaron Miller to my mobile." Prentiss leaned in and spoke into the phone. She heard a small beep from her phone.

"Sent. What's wrong Emily?"

Prentiss looked into the head's eyes once more. She looked at the photo of Aaron and zoomed in. She zoomed so closed and looked at the jar once more.

"Morgan… its him. Its Aaron Miller."

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"Boys! Camp fire out back!" Hotch yelled from outside and heard footsteps running down the stairs. Both boys were laughing and racing each other to the outdoor fire. The sun was setting and the sky was full of color. Both boys looked up once outside and looked at all the swirls of colors. Reid was feeding the fire more wood and had the marshmallows on sticks ready for the two boys and themselves.

"This is so great dad!" Jack said

"Thanks Buddy."

"I've never done this." Spencer picked up a stick. Jack took Spencer's stick and started to show Spencer how to burn the marshmallow Once he blew the flame out, Jack carefully removed the melted marshmallow and bit into it. He offered it to Spencer who took a bite and smiled. "That is so cool! It is so good!" Spencer giggled and placed another marshmallow on his stick and prepared one all by himself.

"Marshmallows date back to Egyptians, about 2000 years ago. They weren't fluffy and mostly was a syrup type of honey and mallow pant goo. French also couldn't perfect the fluffy mixture until Alex Doumak did in 1948. The burning of one is a reaction of chemicals called combustion. It is a chemical change because it is impossible to reverse it. Since the main ingredient is Glucose…."

"Uncle Reeeiiiid… " Jack whined a bit and Hotch couldn't help but laugh. Reid stopped his rambling and blushed. Jack had picked up that tone when Hotch would say that to Reid to stop rambling.

"I have an interesting camp story. But I am not sure if I should say it. You two are just babies." Hotch stretched his limbs and yawned.

"No we are not!" Jack gave his dad a good Hotchner stare which now made Reid laugh.

"I think you both are too young to know the story buddy."

"Dad… please! We promise we won't get scared right Spencer?" Jack turned to Spencer who was licking his sticky lips.

"Yea!" Spencer agreed as he too was curious what kind of story Hotch was holding out on them.

"Alright but if it gets too scary let me know. Because the last time this story was told, a little boy began to scream and screamed forever…." Hotch warned.

"Forever?" Jack looked surprised. "Screaming forever? Even in his sleep or during cartoons?"

"Forever. His dad was telling him the exact same story. And suddenly his dad started to feel itchy. Itchy everywhere. And then.. Huh. My arm itches." Hotch playfully scratched his arm while the two little boys sat closer together and stared at the area where Hotch was scratching.

"What… else happened?" Jack's eyes widen

"Oh.. Well after the itching, his face started to twitch. Like… oh what was that…." Hotch squinted his eyes and made his left eyebrow move. Reid tried to kept himself from laughing at Hotch story telling. He wondered where he was going with this.

"And.. What happened next?" Jack asked and worried maybe telling the story was a bad idea.

"Huh? Oh yea. Um.. He… starts laughing. And.. Wanting other people to laugh. He.. " Hotch begins to laugh and stand up. "He.. Becomes… the.. Tickle monster!" Hotch yelled and extending his hands out to reach the boys. Both boys jumped and ran behind Reid.

"Uncle Reid! Save us!"

".. I'm starting to feel itchy…" Reid began to scratch his arm and turned to see the two boys stepping away from him. He blinked rapidly and started to laugh. The two boys looked at each other and ran into the house. The two kids ran towards the sofa of the cabin with their fathers close behind. The two boys grabbed a pillow each and was ready to defend themselves from the tickle monsters.

"Come here boys!" Hotch yelled and rushed towards Jack. Jack took a swing at his dad with the fluffy weapon but was still lifted into the air and laid on the floor. Hotch began to tickle his son when he felt Spencer hit him with the pillow. "Get him!" Hotch ordered Reid who now was coming after Spencer. Jack couldn't help him now. He was laughing too much to help him. Spencer was alone with his own tickle monster.

Reid cornered Spencer and smiled. Reid picked him up and sat him down on the sofa. He also begins to tickle Spencer while Spencer struggled to get free. He was crying and laughing to stop but he really was almost to the point where he was going to wet his pants.

"Daddy! Dad!.. Stop!" Jack laughed but Hotch shook his head.

"No way buddy!" Hotch smiled and started to blow raspberries on Jack's tummy.

"Daddy!.. Stop..stop… Daddy!" Reid stopped. Daddy. Spencer had called him Daddy. Spencer recovers and starts to tickle Reid. Reid laughs but takes control once again and starts to tickle Spencer once more.

"Daddy!" Jack and Spencer yell again.

"You have to say Uncle! Surrender! It is the only cure!" Hotch said to both the boys.

"We surrender. Uncle! UNCLE!" Both boys yell and Hotch grabbed his head. Reid followed the same act and held his head as well.

"Whoa… what.. Happened?" Hotch looked confused and looked at Jack. "How did we get in here?"

"You don't remember dad? You turned into the tickle monster!"

"What? Tickle Monster?" Reid also looked confused.

"Yea! You too daddy! Both of you were the monster! Don't you remember?" Spencer looked at Jack and back at his dad. Reid shook his head and felt Spencer hug him really tight. Reid hugged him back and looked over to Hotch. Jack had followed Spencer's actions and both fathers hugged their sons. "Glad you're back daddy." Spencer whispered to Reid and tried to hug him tighter.

"Alright boys. It is getting late. You both have to get up early so we can go fishing. Catch them while they are asleep."

"But dad can't we stay up just a bit more?" Jack wanted to stay up late with his friend and his uncle.

"Yea dad.. Can't we?" Spencer gave Reid the puppy eye look. Reid couldn't say no to the kid but was still silent. Dad. He called him dad and not Reid. Hotch grinned and took charge.

"Upstairs. March young men." Hotch pointed upstairs and looked at his arm. "huh.. It feels itchy…" Both boys eyes widen as they both rushed upstairs. Not again! Hotch placed an arm around Reid's shoulders and gave him a gentle hug. Reid closed his eyes and leaned into the hug.

"He called me Daddy…"

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