Chapter 12

After the profile was delivered to the police, the FBI team went out to lunch. "You left a hole in the profile," Hotch told Gideon as they ate at the Italian restaurant, at one large round table.

"What's the hole?" JJ asked as she passed the breadsticks to Gideon.

"Why don't you tell us," Gideon turned to Charles who had just nibbled on a bite of pasta. He looked up startled. "I left out something in the profile. Notice what it was?"

"Um… was it that you left off an occupation?" he asked.

"Which occupation?"

"Police officer themselves," he nibbled on his lower lip being quizzed.

"Ten points to Gryffindor," Morgan teased. "Now, five more points if you can tell us why he would have left them off."

"Uh well… one things you guys mentioned for why I would be a good asset with my mutation was that sometimes the unsub is a guy on the inside. A police officer… or the police force. You, uh, don't want to let them think you are onto them?" he nervously said, still nibbling on his lip.

"Exactly so. The last thing you want to do is accuse the police of being murderers," Morgan nodded. "Didn't anyone ever tell you to eat your food not your lip?" he teased, causing Charles to turn pink. "For that, I only give four points to Gryffindor."

"Actually, Ravenclaw," Reid spoke up from between JJ and Charles, earning him a questioning look. "If Charles was at Hogwarts, he'd most likely be in Ravenclaw," he explained. "He is a genius and shows the signs of being a student wanting to learn everything and anything."

Charles remained pink as he dropped his head and focused on eating his food.

"So the police could be easy to see. They are definitely overworked and underappreciated. They are criticized for every move they make," Morgan said as he took a bit of his own pasta. "Often when a vigilante comes up they sometimes refer to them as a public service."

"Why?"

"Vigilantes do not have to follow the rules of the law. They do not need search warrants or need to await a trail for their criminal. They can take care of the criminal right there and then."

"I suppose that would be nice when you know someone actually is guilty," the newcomer nodded with a small shrug.

"It is easy to see why people would sympathize with the vigilante and not want them caught," he nodded.

"Isn't that why superheroes are so popular? They take care of crime and always get the bad guy," Charles added.

"Probably. Plus, they get to wear caps and have special powers," Hotch agreed.

"Can we get the little cutie here a cape to wear?" Morgan teased Charles, ruffling his hair.

"Don't touch my hair," Charles whined like a little kid. "I am not going to wear a cape," he also added.

"Aww, but why?" Morgan playfully whined.

"Have you never seen The Incredibles?" the telepath asked. "Capes are deadly. You want your new little intern to die for your amusement?"

The older agent laughed, "Fine, we won't make you wear a cape, but you need a code name."

"Back in high school, Raven and my other friends decided to give us all nicknames. Some were pretty clever like Raven was Mystique since she could transform into anyone. One girl was named Angel for her wings, though to me they look more like a dragonfly's wings than an angel's feathery wings. Others were basic to their powers like Hank was Beast. Without his serum he turned into a large blue furry beast. Total sweetheart though."

"What about yours?" JJ asked, as everyone leaned in a bit to hear Charles confess his secret name.

"Mine was the lamest nickname ever," he waved them off.

"Mind-o-controllo?" Morgan teased. "TelepathicMelody?"

"Those are just terrible names, especially that last one" Charles shook his head at them all. "No, mine was just completely lame."

"Well now you have to tell us," JJ laughed. "You opened yourself up for this conversation. Now we have to know."

He sighed, "You guys cannot laugh though…" he looked around the table and everyone nodded. "Professor X…" he mumbled.

"Professor X?" Morgan asked. "You have Mystique, Angel, Beast, and then Professor X?"

"I told you it was completely lame."

"What? Did they just think you should stay off the field?"

"You know… that was probably it actually. I was not really the person who was going to go out into the field. I would help them figure out who they needed to apprehend, but I was not going to be the one chasing them down," he rubbed the back of his neck. "Or so we thought."

"Look at Professor X now though. Joined the FBI, helping them solve crimes and catch the bad guys," Morgan patted his shoulder. "We can get you trained up and carry a gun. Technically you do not have to have one, but ask Reid how he felt without his."

"You didn't need a gun?" Charles looked over to him.

"I am not required to know how to use a gun," Reid nodded to him. "I felt like it would be better for me to have one though. I look like a teacher's assistant without one."

"Took him forever to actually learn how to use it and actually hit something," Hotch sighed.

"You had to train him?" Charles laughed softly thinking of Hotch standing over Reid with a gun ready to fire. "Well thank you for that. He saved my life by having a gun," he smiled to the genius beside him.

"Thank Hotch for not giving up on me," Reid sheepishly spoke.

"I'd be more than happy to setup some time to teach you," Hotch nodded to Charles.

"That would probably be great," the telepath nodded. "Thank you, Sir."