Sorry for so long no update! Just writers block, and a bunch of other things that I have been advised would not be great for me to tell everyone. So, here goes, hope you guys like it!

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Young Spencer had set the diary on the coffee table and was now circling around it, debating everything to himself.

"It's his diary I can't read it! Well, he did leave it under the entertainment center, if I was smart enough to find it… I should be worthy to read it, right? Then again, I did find it but mistake… BUT! I did find the key using my smarts. But it's his diary! He has read mine. It was a long time ago though. I can't read it… it's his diary! He did challenge me to try though. But it was three years ago, and it's his diary!"

He walked over to the window, biting his lip. He wanted to read the diary SO BAD! But he knew he wasn't supposed to.

I NEED to read it! But I'm not supposed to read it! Then again, I'm not supposed to like boys the way I do… according to certain people. He wouldn't find out. But I'm not supposed to! I'm also not supposed to wear girls' clothes… according to certain people. But I really do care about him.

"Puck" pulled out of his thoughts and walked to the fridge, looking at the coffee table the entire walk there. He opened the door and sighed deeply. He wanted to call his "Beautiful" and ask her opinion, but he knew he couldn't put her in that position, so she was a no. And he wasn't really awesome friends with anyone else (he was still working on making his relationship with Gorgeous and Stunning as great as it could be). He sighed, let the door fall closed, and walked over to the coffee table.

"One sentence, from one page. That's it." He said to himself, grabbing the diary.

Before he could change his own mind; He opened it to a random page and looked down. It was an entry from only about a week and a half before the young prostitute had started staying with him. He looked at a line in the middle of the page and began reading it.

"Last night we got home from another case, I was going to write in you yesterday, but I was FAR too tired, he looked at me in the way he looks at those SLUTS at the dance clubs (I slept on his shoulder on the plane ride home)… Oh my God, I sound like a girl! But how can I help it, I am so in love with him. I AM SO INLOVE WITH"

Young Spencer knew it was more than one sentence, but he had picked the right page and the right line to read. He was just about to read who his cousin was in love with… when his phone started ringing. He had a habit of losing it… so it was on its highest volume setting.

It scared him so much that he accidentally threw it; he heard it land with a 'thud' on the other side of the couch. He quickly answered his phone, knowing if it rang much longer, he would be found out.

"Yes, Hello? What's up?" He asked in rapid sequence.

He was doing that thing that people did when they get sort of caught doing something they're not supposed to. He was overly talking to make up for what he had done.

"Did you drink three cups of coffee in a row again?" His cousin asked from the other end, voice saying that he was pretty sure he was right, but he was still unhappy that it was occurring.

"Um, yea! You caught me, sorry, I was just really bored." He said, happy his cousin had given him that.

"Well take some Ritalin; I'm going to be there in a few minutes."

"What? Why?"

"Garcia begged me to come get you on my lunch break. I admit, I over reacted, just don't being that up again, everyone wants you there, even Hotch seemed a little happier when I mentioned getting you. So, I'll be there in about two minutes. I'm coming up to get a file I forgot, please be ready."

"Yea, totally, I'll be ready. Ok, see you in a bit. Bye."

The teen quickly hung up and jumped over the couch. He grabbed the diary and ran back over to the box. He placed the diary inside just right; his cousin wouldn't know that anything had occurred. He locked the box back up and slid it under the entertainment center. He smiled and plopped onto the couch, he really had gotten worked up over nothing.

He was perfectly fine with going to his cousins' work in what he was in. He was wearing a red and white letterman jacket over a plain black tank top. He was wearing leather skinny jeans and black tennis shoes. His jewelry complimented his jacket. He had a broach that were shaped like lips, the background was black and a British flag was over it in red, he had a red London bus on the end of his necklace, and a pair of Spiderman gauges.

He sighed, smiled, and let his head flop onto the back of the couch. He heard a car park; he was fairly certain that that was his cousin. He laughed and put his hand up to his head.

That's when he felt metal pressing into his fingers and forehead.

"Holy crap!" He said, jumping up, hoping the elevator was broken.

He ran into his cousin's bedroom and fumbled with the drawer.

UGH! How could I have been so stupid?

He thought to himself madly, trying to remember where exactly it was. His cousin was pretty secretive; he would notice it if anything was out of place.

He heard footsteps coming closer (He thanked everything he knew of that he had such awesome hearing, it got him out of trouble frequently.) He finally remembered where it was, put it in its place, closed the drawer, and bolted to the living room. He honestly ran almost as fast as he did that one time the cop pulled up to him and a client in the alley way.

He threw himself on the couch and closed his eyes, trying to slow his breathing down just enough to make it seem like he had just gotten ready.

The doctor entered less than a minute ready. He took in the trying-to-be-casual state of his cousin.

"You blew off getting ready until you heard my car… didn't you?" The elder asked.

"Crap, how did you know?" The younger asked, opening his eyes.

"I know you. Now catch your breath for a second, I need to go get the file."

With that he left. "Puck" smiled. He was happy that his cousin knew him so well, it really worked for him in times like this. Other times it was his doom… but we're not talking about that right now.

The BAU agent walked back in a bit later with a folder in hand, and a smile on his face.

"You ready?" He asked the teen.

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Link to his outfit on my profile. Sorry it took so long for me to update! I promise to try harder!