Spencer Reid let out a purely internal sigh as he made his way up the ramp and toward the conference room. They'd just gotten home yesterday from a week spent in Tallahassee, Florida, chasing a serial killer that raped and killed nine women before they were brought in and killed another three before they finally managed to catch him. It had been a hard case for them all and one that they were glad to be done with. Spencer knew he wasn't the only one this time that was looking forward to a few days of paperwork to break up the tension from this last case. But now they were all being called into the conference room once more.

It was surprising to see that JJ was seated with Garcia at her side, already waiting, while Aaron was the one standing. On the round table stood a box that was already opened. Spencer eyed it curiously as he took a chair, Morgan moving to take one beside him. Emily came in next, with Dave on her tail. "Another case already?" Emily asked the room. "Don't they think we deserve a little breathing space after this one?"

"This one is slightly different." Aaron's voice brought silence to the room. The minute everyone was seated, he looked from one to the other and then gestured to the box on the table. "A package was just brought to me a bit ago. On the outside of the box there was a label addressed to 'Dr. Reid and the BAU'."

Wait, what? Spencer's eyes shot to the box and he couldn't stop himself from tilting his head slightly to look at the label. There, in computer printed black and white, it was just as Aaron said. Dr. Reid and the BAU. What was going on here? What could have possibly been addressed to him? He got that answer as he looked back up at Aaron.

"There was a DVD inside. I viewed it alone in my office first, to see what we're dealing with. The video itself is short, just thirty seconds, and there's only a single message on it. I'd like to see what you guys think of it. Maybe you can shed some light on this." Though he said 'you guys', his eyes moved to Spencer, clearly wondering the same thing that everyone else was. Somehow this was obviously connected to Spencer in one way or another; that was why it was addressed to him specifically before being addressed to the team. So whatever this message was, it was most likely for him. Something in Spencer's stomach twisted a little. This couldn't be good.

He had no idea how bad it was going to be.

Aaron pressed a button on his remote and a moment later, an image appeared on the screen. It was a black screen first. Then, like some kind of PowerPoint presentation, letters appeared one by one until they spelled the words "One by One, I Will Take Them From You. He is the First." The next second, the words vanished and what came onto the screen had the blood freezing in Spencer's veins.

A man was against a wall, his feet shackled at the bottom, his hands shackled above his head, holding his body like an X. He was dressed only in a pair of green pants, part of a pair of hospital scrubs, and black tennis shoes. Blood ran down the right side of the man's face from an obvious wound on the side of his head, easily visible through the high and tight haircut the man sported. His head was hanging almost as if he were unconscious, partially blocking his face. It didn't matter. Spencer recognized him instantly. Even without his face, he knew the man. He instantly recognized him but still, he sought confirmation, his eyes travelling to the man's left side where he saw the confirmation in the form of a small network of scars. Scars that had come from falling onto a barbed wire fence when he was thirteen. The image cut away and new text popped up, saying "I will contact you in 24 hours."

Even when the video turned off, Spencer stared at the screen. No. No, this wasn't true. There was no way in hell this was true. This had to be some kind of sick trick, right? Some sick, disgusting trick.

A small hand touched his arm. "Spence?"

That touch returned life to Spencer's body. His eyes shot over to who had touched him, taking in JJ's concerned expression, and then he was moving without even thinking. Pushing back from the table, he rose even as he dug in his bag for his cell phone. With shaking hands, he managed to get his phone out and start dialing a number. Someone started to say his name and was hushed by someone else. Spencer didn't care. He put his phone to his ear and listened as it rang, and rang, and rang, and then the answering machine picked up. "This is Micah. You know what do." Beep.

"Micah, it's me. If you're there, pick up the phone. Now is not the time to be ignoring my call, do you hear me? Pick up the phone." Spencer paused, fighting the nausea that grew with each passing second. "Call me when you get this. It's important."

As soon as he ended the call, he was dialing another number, fingers shaking so badly this time he almost couldn't get it dialed. His feet had carried him toward the windows, away from the team though he knew they were watching him. Who cared? Let them watch. He felt like he was going to be sick. This time when he put the phone to his ear, it only took two rings before someone answered. "Hey there. I was just about to call you, honey." Said a slightly tense voice.

"Have you seen Micah?" Spencer didn't waste time before asking the most important question. Nothing else mattered right now. Nothing.

He swore he could almost hear the man on the other end freeze. "Why are you asking me?"

The way he asked that was enough to have Spencer's eyes closing the nausea in his stomach clawing harder and harder. "It's true." Spencer whispered past lips that felt numb. "He…he's gone, isn't it? He's gone."

"What do you know?" The man demanded. "What is going on, Spencer?"

Still in a soft voice, Spencer asked "Why didn't you call me? Why didn't you tell me something had happened?"

There was a pause before he got an answer. "Because I just found out two hours ago when I got to his apartment for breakfast and the door was broken open. Now, Spencer, tell me what the hell is going on."

It wasn't a joke. It was true. It was really true. The low sound he made was aching and full of an inner pain that surprised those around him. Never, never, had they seen Spencer so close to breaking in front of people. This was the type of thing the kid always took private. If he started to get emotional about something, he would either lock it down for later or find some way to excuse himself until he was under control. But now, he looked like he was breaking a little in front of them. "You…you need to get here." He found himself saying. It was the only thing he could think to do. "Gather all your evidence, everything, and get out here. Whoever took him, they, they sent a video of him and they said they'd contact us in twenty four hours."

"I'll be there before then. Hang tight, honey. We're gonna figure this out."

"Hurry." Was all Spencer could say before they hung up.

When he turned back around, everyone's eyes were locked on him. Spencer couldn't help the defensive posture he took or the way his hands seemed to quiver, but a few deep breaths had him grabbing onto the control he'd learned a long, long time ago, locking down all the fear and pain underneath a hard exterior, the only thing that could keep him going right now without screaming. Licking his lips, he looked at his friends and knew he'd have to explain. He just hoped they weren't too upset with him when all was said and done. "I, I know the man in the video." He stammered out nervously. "His name is Micah. Micah John Edwards and he's a physician at the Kaiser hospital in Pasadena, California. The man I just called is his older brother, Scott."

"How do you know them, Reid?"

It wasn't surprising that it was Aaron to ask that question. Once more Spencer looked around him, taking in all their expressions, these faces of people that mattered so much to him, and again he couldn't help but wonder what this news was going to do. There was no going back, though. Not now. Not with this. He took a step back without realizing it, distancing himself from them just the slightest bit in preparation. Then he said the very last thing they'd ever expected to hear. "Micah and Scott are my brothers. Well, half-brothers. Their Dad well, he and Mom, yeah."

Stunned silence filled the room.

Wow, so I know this is just a little bit different, but this has been percolating in my head a while, ever since I helped a friend of mine write their one shot called Meet The Team (they needed help writing Spencer, but their story is a XMen/CM xover lol) and I wanted to do something ever since then with him having brothers, and this little drabble was born from that. This is one I can definitely say I'd like to continue one day and I hope you guys like it.

Okay, I've got my poll winner now (but I'm going to surprise you with it lol) And now I'm sticking up a new poll to pick which drabble you want to see next, because well, I can never have one story at a time going LOL. And now, I'm off to go shopping with my Dad. The man's taking me out for the day :) Which is, btw, awesome. Gotta love Daddy ;) I'll hopefully get the first chapter of the poll winner up within 1-2 days folks, so keep an eye out for it!