"So, you happy that you got to have sex?" Doctor Reid chuckled as he made himself coffee the next day.
He was ignoring the slight head ache pounding in his temple.
"Very much so. Thank you cousin dearest." Young Spencer smiled, twirling around the kitchen as he fixed himself a bowl of cereal.
"You are far too happy about a little of physical activity."
"I seem to remember a time when you were elated after a night with that special someone. "
"You don't even like my special someone."
"That is very true. I wish that special someone was six feet under. Still, I remember when you were happy after just twenty minutes."
"Shut up."
The teen just smiled, knowing he was right.
"Hey, um, Spencer, can I talk to you about something?" The doctor immediately got serious as he walked to the couch.
"Am I in trouble?" The kid asked immediately.
"No, not at all."
"Well ok."
"Puck" joined his cousin in the couch, apprehensive as to what was going to be said to him.
"So, you've been here for just about a month and a half, and you seem really comfortable." Reid said, turning to look at the young male.
"I am." The younger nodded.
"You seem to be having a good time and so does everyone else. They really like having you here, and, as hyperactive as you are, so do I. So, I wanted to ask, would you want to actually live here?"
"Spencer, this was only supposed to be for a few weeks at most. I can't make you take care of a kid, especially not one with ADHD."
"It's no problem, trust me. Just, don't think about that; don't think about me, do you want to keep living here with me."
"Not thinking about anything else… yes. I really like living with you."
"Then why don't you stay? I make a good amount of money, admittedly. So I can take care of you, I don't want you to keep living alone. I know your parents don't deserve you, but if you think I do, I would love to have you live here."
"It's not that I think you don't, it's just that you're still pretty young, and you shouldn't have to take care of a kid. With you being away so much, it might not be the best."
"I'm not that young."
"It's not that I don't want to live with you, it's just that-"
The teen was cut off by his cousin's cell phone ringing. The genius gave him an apologetic look as he answered.
"Yes?"
"Sorry Spence, I know you're head probably hurts a bit from yesterday, but we have a case. I would have waited, but the body count is too high. You and Puck need to be here quickly. We fly out as soon as we're finished briefing. Oh, and Garcia's going on this case with us, so Hotch said Puck could too." J.J. sounded very apologetic.
"Ok, we'll be there as soon as we can." He assured her before hanging up.
He turned to his cousin.
"We'll continue our conversation later. There's a new case."
"Oh, I get to hang with Beautiful again?" The teen smiled.
"Yea, but she's coming with us, so you are if you want to."
"Sure thing. Just let me get ready."
"Don't forget to pack a bag."
"I'm paranoid; I already have a bag packed." Young Spencer smiled at him before going to get ready.
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He came out ten minutes later in a pretty awesome outfit. He had a bag in his hand that said;
"SUPERNATURAL Team Dean The Winchester brothers Since 2003"
He smiled as he cousin took in his outfit. He was wearing a brown shirt that had a pentagram sun thing like what he drew the first day he was at work with Garcia. Above it, it said "Winchester Brothers" below it; it said "Demon Hunters". He had ironed a little thing onto his black skinny jeans that said "Walking Encyclopedia of Weirdness". His necklace had the same pentagram sun thing as was on his shirt. He had on simple mostly black shoes on his feet.
"Your devotion to that show amazes me." The elder chuckled.
"I love that show. And you like it too. "
"True. Ok, let's go."
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The Reid's went into the briefing room and sat down. They smiled at not being late.
"We have a case in New Orleans. Over the past month, nine male prostitutes between the ages of fourteen and nineteen have been murdered. They were all found in the Greenwood Cemetery. Necks had been cut and their mouths were super glued shut." Jennifer said, pulling the pictures up on the screen.
"A plague upon my brethren." "Puck" breathed, looking at the pictures of the boys that admittedly did look kind of like him.
Again, he wasn't as shocked as he probably should have been. No one paid much attention to that; they were focused on the case.
"If there were nine all in the same place and the same victimology, why weren't we told earlier?" Hotch asked.
"The police chief said it's because they weren't sure that they were connected."
The teen scoffed and said at normal volume;
"You know that's not true."
"Spencer." His cousin warned, not wanting to make Aaron regret letting him come with them.
"What? You know it's not. You weren't told because no one cares." Young Spencer told him.
"That's not true." Aaron said, looking at him.
"Oh really? When I first started working in this job, I got beaten up… really bad. Two fractures, a sprained ankle, broken arm, broken nose, and some internal bleeding. I had a good friend who was working with me. He called the cops and told them where I was. It was on a street everyone knew prostitutes worked on. As soon as he said my gender, the line went dead. He had to call his sister, who was a nurse just so I could get to the hospital." He told them, looking directly into Aaron's eyes. "He called her from the same pay phone and spent more time talking to her than the police. The phone was fine. Hardly anyone cares about me and my brethren. I'm used to it, but I won't let them lie and not let everyone know the truth."
The tension in the air was stifling.
"So, heading to New Orleans then?" Garcia said loudly, standing up.
Everyone joined her, going back to how they were. Everyone left the room and headed to the jet. Aaron did pull the youngest back a little as everyone walked ahead of them.
"Some people do care. But if it makes you feel any better, I believe that's why we weren't contacted before now as well." The adult told him.
"Thanks. Sorry I interrupted your meeting." The teen apologized.
"It's ok. Please try not to do it again though."
"I'll try."
They smiled at each other and headed off to the plane.
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Jer really appreciates all of the birthday wished you guys gave him. I have the best followers. *gives everyone a hug*
