Something was seriously wrong.

That was the thought that ran through Harvey Specter's mind, while he kept his expression as neutral and unreadable as ever beneath his signature cowl.

Mike Ross and Diana Scottie were in Mike's office laughing. A week has passed since the puppy had turned back to his home and he with Dana became something like best friends. After Edward Dardy left the firm and his name was out of the wall, Dana Scott decided to stay in New York and the company but she did not know what her name was on the wall, nor to have sex with him. She refuses all his dinner suggestions

It started off with Harvey walking past Mike's office to find Dana inside. Not the strangest thing as they have been known to work together. Only it doesn't stop or tapers off after a week it happens more. Harvey walks past her office to see them sitting on the couch seems to just be "hanging out". And the strangest thing is sometimes he sees Dana laugh. She's always smiling and yeah of course she smiles but never like this and the whole thing is just unnerving.

So he asks Donna if she's noticed anything. And she just smirked at him ignoring the question. The whole thing is just infuriating.

Plus now he ran into them coming back from lunch together. Harvey rarely goes out to lunch with Dana. They have dinner at his place sometimes but still.

Maybe he is being irrationally obsessed. It's just he has to know what's going on. He can't stand not knowing and Donna isn't any help cause she's still not talking. And dammit he really needs to know.

Harvey felt an inkling of brewing jealousy as he watched Dana explain something to Mike, and Mike arguing back. He even caught a glimmer of pride in Dana's eyes as she conceded to whatever point Mike was making. He stepped into Scottie's office, without knocking, and saw Mike look up at him from his spot on the couch with curiosity.

"We don't have time for your bullshit. Mike and I have lunch with Logan" Dana demanded.

Mike's face turned red.

Another major change in their lives was the relationship between Mike Ross and Logan Sander. No one knows about them until one day, Logan showed up at law firm with flowers for Mike like an apology because he was an asshole. It was shocking for everyone especially Rachel Zane who was pinned after Mike. Only Dana Scott had known and that hurt Donna and Harvey. He considered Mike to be his right hand, his friend and his brother all rolled into one.

"I have a case and Mike must help me"Harvey half snapped, clicking his tongue as Mike gave Dana an offended look shortly followed by one that said 'see what I have to deal with' and what could only be described as a dramatic sigh. The woman couldn't help but burst out laughing, causing both of her companions to give her identical confused looks which made her laugh even harder.

"How about this, Specter:"-Dana stated smoothly, her voice like velvet, "

Harvey and Scottie exchanged challenging stares, then Mike was ready to say something but Scottie's phone rang.

Cause I know I don't understand

Just how your love can do what no one else can

Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's

Got me looking so crazy right now (in love)

Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch

Got me looking so crazy right now (your touch)

She smiled down at the caller ID and answered it immediately.

"Hello?" She answered, a smile on her face. She saw Harvey gag out of the corner of her eye and shot him a dirty look.

"Hello, sweetheart!" A masculine voice sounded on the other end of the phone, causing Harvey to look in her direction. A guy? He turned and saw a slight redness creeping up her cheek. Was it a boyfriend? His eyes narrowed as her smile grew wider.

"Hi," Dana smiled forgetting all about Harvey. However, Harvey watched her as she nervously played with her hair. Although her voice sounded calm, Dana herself was far from calm.

Harvey and Mike tried to decipher the myriad of emotions suddenly rushing across the woman's face in a disconcerting blur, but to no avail. Horror? Shock? Fair?

"WHAT?"Dana screamed almost.

It is a Saturday and usually, Neal would be annoyed about being at the FBI office, but the fact that he has just seen a picture of Peter with a mustache makes it just a little bit better. As he laughs at the picture and hands it to the other agents Neal realizes that his phone is ringing and when he sees 'Dana' on the caller id he can't help but worry.

"Hello," Neal answers, knowing that for the woman to call him, on this number, then something is likely wrong.

"Hi, Neal." A female voice says, and from the second he hears his friend voice Neal knows something is wrong.

"What's wrong? What's happened?" Neal asks, as he hurries down the stairs from the upper office, causing Peter and Diana, both of whom were talking to each other, to look at him in confusion.

"Spencer is at the hospital." She explains.

"I'll be right there." Neal tells him the woman, actually showing his panic, "I've got to go." Neal says to Peter before running out of the double doors and to the elevators, "Woman? You'll be okay. I'm just about to step onto the elevators so I might lose you, but I'll be right there, okay, I promise." Neal tells her as the elevator doors open, and he hurries in.

"What was that?" Diana asks confused.

"I have no idea." Peter says, sounding just as confused, "But I'm going to find out." He says, before following after Neal.

It has been two hours since everyone arrived at the hospital and ever since everyone has been sitting in silence, becoming even more worried with every minute that passes as they desperately want to know how Reid is, they want to know that he is okay.

As the group once more hears footsteps they look towards the door and they see a person who is clearly a doctor, as she is in scrubs, walking towards them.

"Hotch," JJ says to her boss and Hotch looks up to see the doctor and the second he does Hotch is out of his seat in a second.

"Family of Spencer Reid?" The doctor asks.

Hotch was ready to answer when the hospital doors open and seven people storms through them. BAU watched as five of the seven walks towards the doctor with self-confidence and stood in front of him. The small group of five seemed to be strong, poised, surrounded by an air of confidence and power seemed to be radiating off of them in waves.

" My name is Mike Ross and I want to see my brother, Dr. Spencer Reid," said Mike angrily.

Harvey sat there, frozen. Mike had a brother?

" The others?" questioned the doctor.

"My name is Dana Scott-Caffrey and I am Spencer Reid sister-in-law," Scottie said smiling up at Neal. It seemed like there was always a smile on her face.

"E-excuse me? You have a what? I know I'm not hard of hearing," said Peter, clearly shocked.

Harvey was almost faint.

"My name is Neal Caffey and I am the older brother of Spencer Reid," Said Neal while Peter all just looked at him. How long has he known Neal?

" Logan Sanders. Boyfriend of Mike Ross and future brother -in -law of Spencer Reid" Logan said and Mike blushed.

"And you?"

"Oh Reid's my fiancé and my name is Lola Kinney," Lola said with the biggest smile in the world, and if you looked close you could see a little bit of a smirk there. She knew that none of Reid's team knew about her or them.

Nobody said a word. Even Hotch didn't know what to say.

"What! Pretty boys getting married!" Morgan practically screamed.

The rest of the BAU was shocked when they saw the young woman but when they found out she knew Reid they were all flabbergasted. How can someone like Reid know and be very close to a girl like her? Lola had black hair the went down to her ribs with a green streak in the front, features that would make a model jealous and a look that screamed 'Badass', her knowing Reid just didn't fit. And all of then being profilers, want to know how?

"Wait Reid's never had a fiance" JJ interrupted

BAU team felt a bit dumb for not knowing such an important part of their friend's life, 'why did he hide this? Did he not trust them enough?'

"If he hasn't told you who I am why should I tell you who I am?" Lola said to JJ with an angry expression.

At that JJ turned to Hotch who had been quiet so far and looked like he wouldn't say anything about the matter.

" Because we are his friends," Rossi says causing Neal and Lola to laugh.

"His what?"

Neal stuck his head out and said " You are not Dr. Temperance Brennan or Tony Dinnozo and of course you are not Charles Epps. Our brother is a sarcastic idiot with leather pants and black shirts. His favorite alcoholic drink is vodka and before he met the pretty woman standing next to me he used to sleep around with men and women. He can drive a motorcycle and once he beat me up because I flirt with Lola. That's the real Spencer!"

"Then why does he behave differently around us?" Garcia asked

"Please tell me he doesn't act geeky, shy anti-social round use?" Mike begged

"Yeah, how do you know?" Emily asked

"Oh God, I thought you guys were profilers now I owe him a lot of cash!"

"Why?" Morgan asked confused

"A few years ago I made him a bet saying he can't make people believe that he's geeky shy and all that so when he got this job I thought I was defiantly going to win but since you guys fell for it... oh God!"

"No Spencer wouldn't do that..." Morgan began

"What's his favourite color?" Mike asked

"What?"

"What's his favorite color?" Dana repeated the group looked around at each other before Morgan decided to reply

"Red"

"Wrong it's deep blue, what's his favorite drink?"

"Coffee" JJ answered immediately

"Wrong its PowerAde, what's his favorite book?"

"What's your point?" Hotch asked

"Yes it does, maybe you guys don't really know him..." Logan began

"Of course we know him we've worked with him for about 7 years" Morgan cut in beginning to get frustrated

"Then why do you call him Reid all his mates know he prefers people to call him Spencer or anything else in fact because Reid is too formal!" Dana snapped the whole group was silent not knowing how to answer.

"Please, calm down."Gracia smiled nervously and tried to calm the two team else World War 3 would erupt between the BAU and Reid's family in the middle of the hospital.

"The fairy blonde is right. "Logan said as Garcia looked at him and glared, which was returned by a very deep glare. She flinched.

Neal just nodded and said, "We are here for our brother, we don't need to waste our time with them."

Lola looked at the doctor and said." How is my fiance?"

"He is going to need lots of rest. got hit in the chest and at first, we tough that the bullet went through his right lung. We were worried that he might have a collapsed lungs. We took him up to make an exploratory surgery to make sure that nothing else had been hit since the x-ray wasn't conclusive. Lucky for him, the bullet only grazed the lung before getting stuck in his scapula. We were able to remove it. We are going to keep him for observation for a couple of days, making sure that there is no complication or infection. He is being transferred to a private room as we speak and you should be able to see him in a couple of minutes. I'll send a nurse to show you his room in a couple of minutes."

Mike was so grateful for everything the doctor had done for his brother that he shook his hand.

BAU team, Harvey Specter and Peter Brook were watching the small group sat in chairs a few feet away from them with Neal and Mike right next to them, a human shield between them and BAU

Neal's one arm around his wife, his hand squeezing Dana's arm gently, his family had no idea that his fiance/brother's free hand was in his coat pocket, texting someone to come here as soon as can.

''She is here'' said Neal with his voice filled with love and care.

Everyone heard the woman before she saw her—those expensive Jimmy Choo heels of hers, clicking loudly on the linoleum floor.

The woman was stood in front of them has long dark brown hair that hung down her body, her eyes were cold and held distaste which was a shockingly strange light blue color. Her lips were poutier than and were glossed over with a light pink color, turned slightly upward in a smirk that didn't match her cold expressional eyes.

She wore a black dress that went into stark contrast to her dark skin color. It made her look exotic while she still retained an aura of sophistication. The dress was very tightfitting, but not so that it looked cheap. Her nails were colored in the same white tone as to where the bracelets and earrings she wore. The woman's brown hair hung down straight without a single wave. The lack of volume accented her dark blue eyes and high cheekbones.

Stunning, was the only word that came to everyone's mind as they watched her. There was an aura of power and authority emanating from her. This was a woman you did not mess with.

"Where the hell is Spencer Reid?" she all but growled. Her blue eyes like daggers shooting at the woman behind the station with a pixie cut, and blank expression. Once again, she was unfazed. So much so that she seemed to be ignoring her altogether.

"Miss-" she began in a bored tone.

"Miss," she started through a forced smile that was more of a grimace. "You've been here for ten seconds. Unless you're fa-"

"I. Am. Family," she growled. Her death glare could only be rivaled by Devil himself. She didn't need an expensive suit to be intimidating. She could pull off the feat just fine, in flannel pajama pants a worn Henley with a hole in it, and a grey hoodie.

''I sorry miss but the name of the patient is Spencer Reid but your identity say Bastiana Wolf, not the same last names, not family'' said the woman in an upbeat voice.

Before anything else could be said, Bastiana went to attack the woman, Mike and Logan held her back.

«I not family! I am a FAMILY!" She growled out. «My name is Bastian Wolf and the boss of a whole law firm. I am a fucking lawyer and the patient is my brother. '' She spat and shoved her brothers away from her. «If you do not tell me anything about the patient, you should look for a new job''

The poor woman in reception was afraid of her life as Dana, Mike, Neal, Logan, and Lola grinned.

Bastian was walking toward Reid's room with all her family after her. They stood in front of 368 room, Neal opened the door and found their brother sitting in his bed with a book in his hands.

Lola?" Reid called faintly from his bed. "'Is that you?"

Pushing past the nurse and doctor, and squeezing past the hospital bed to get to Reid's other, less crowded, side, Lola said, "Yes, Spencer. It's me; I'm here." She knelt down to stroke his cheek, and his hand found its way into hers. "I'm here."

"Brother," Mike drawled out. Dana threw a pillow at him, and Reid caught it with one hand.

"You can't hit the FBI Agent, woman," he said, grinning.

She and Spencer had an odd but close relationship. Their mutual love of fictional moves had brought them together. Spencer's ability and willingness to snark back with her made them closer still. She was the favorite sister-in-law. She called Spencer her nerd to his face, he called her Woman.

"Oh please, nerd," Dana said, "If anyone knew you, they'd know that being an FBI Agent is not as cool as they make it out to be on TV."

Lola nodded. "Really lame actually."

"Still the same kid who needed a night light in third grade," Neal added.

"First grade-"

But an angry voice cut him off.

''What the hell did you do this time?''Bastiana asked calmly. It was the calm, angry Bastiana that scares all the brothers of her the most.

And oh! There were his sister and his fiance standing at each side of the bed. They were looking... enraged?

Wait. Why were they looking enraged? Oh yeah! The drugging incident. Now that's not going to go very well. Spencer coughed and gulped down.

" Hey! Why are you looking so angry? B? Lola? " Spencer inquired.

SLAP.

Spencer's head moved to the side at the sheer force his sister's hand-delivered to his right cheek.

" Ouch... Hey! Come on. I am an in... " Reid's voice died down when he looked at his sister. He knew that look very well. He knew better than to enrage his sister when she gave him that look. She looked already pretty scary. No need to pour any oil on his sister's fiery rage

Reid looked at the other occupants of the room. Most of them were silent. Dana and Mike and Logan were shaking a little. Neal looked like he was trying not to laugh. And to whoever Spencer looked, they looked the other way.

It seemed none was eager to be a victim of fiance-sister's rage.

' Traitor. All of them. They abandoned their brother. ' Reid was furious. But he couldn't show it as his personal rage was nothing compared to his sister's wrathful gaze.

So, the doctor looked at his fiance as his last hope thinking that maybe at least his beloved would be at his side.

Oh! How disappointed he was!

" Don't look at me. You deserve it. You're lucky that Bastian only slapped you. You're lucky I'm not your sister "

Oh boy! His fiance was angrier than his sister. He was doomed.

Then, it started. The worst scolding he had ever got in his entire life. He was shouted on two front. His sister on one side and his fiance on others. It went on for a full fifteen minutes.

Had Neal not intervened, Spencer was sure that it would have gone for much longer.

" Sister, stop it. Give him a break. He needs to take rest. You'll give the poor boy a heart attack. " while placing herself between the sister-fiance and the doctor saving ' the poor boy ' from her wrathful gaze.

Spencer pouted a little hearing Neal calling him a boy.

"You dye your hair?"Reid said with a warm smile as she closed the distance between them and ran his fingers through her hair.

"Of course I did."Bastian said, not bothering to hide her irritation."They were turning gray."

"No" Reid muttered."You can't just do that. I was rage one of four who gave you more gray hair. You can't just destroy all of my hard work just like that."He teased, bursting out laughing at the wide-eye look that his sister had given him.

Reid burst into a roar of laughter, along with the rest of the group. While the family was having a good time, the BAU team with Harvey and Peter were feeling like outsiders looking at this happy picture. They decided to leave and have their answers tomorrow.

There it was, the cold American winter in New York City. People walking around wearing a lot of warm clothes. The temperature was getting colder every hour. The employees of Wolf-Wilson law firm were running around to hid as the managing partner, Bastiana Wolf was literally storming down the hallway. An executioner's grin was just peeking out beneath her impeccably composed, professional face. The last time she charged like that, Cutler, Willis, and Robertson all found their degrees, not to mention their signed photographs with various Supreme Court justices, sailing out the window down fifty flights straight to the sidewalk. Amy made for the intercom button to warn Travis but with a quick flick of her head, Amy gave a silent ultimatum. Loyal, but never to the point of suicidal, the secretary quickly went back to the dinner reservations to which she had been assigned.

No sooner had the door to Travis' office been thrown open before a small, girlish yelp rang out from inside.

"You," Bastiana pointed at the frightened, pale associate sitting in front of Travis' desk as he made a feeble attempt to stand up. "Out!"

Zack, bless his soul, managed to fling not just every folder, but actually every individual sheet of paper he was clutching in a different direction. She had to give him that – the kid turned nervous flinches into works of art. Bastiana sidestepped him like a toreador as he sprinted past the glass shell of the office, covering his mouth so as to prevent another emasculated outburst. He didn't even try to look at Amy as he rushed, no doubt for the restroom.

"I thought I told you to hire an associate, not the most awkward man-baby in history. Should I have held your hand through the interview process as well?"

"Well good morning to you, too, Bastiana. My new associate is just fine, thanks for asking. Great suggestion, by the way. He'd probably be even better if you hadn't just caused him to throw his day's work all over the floor. Honestly, I always figured you for a fan of Classical and Renaissance works, not performance pieces, what with all the company shindigs at the Met."

Travis, naturally, had never received the memo about not being suicidal.

"Travis, don't play games with me. You know I always win," Bastiana said as the corners of her mouth started to turn upwards ever so slightly. "Remember the poker game with that Vegas hotel magnate? You were eating ramen noodles for a month." Amy's always knew there was a reason the woman was managing partner.

"I could hire your brother as my associate but Specter beat us. "Travis scrunched his head in mock contemplation, exaggerating his feigned ignorance.

At the mention of Mike's incompetent hiring practices, Bastiana exhaled and relaxed, slightly." I am soo close to losing my shit. After the call, I was in darkness and fair had possessed my body, knowing that I couldn't do something I had flashbacks by Spencer in the hospital because of Tobias Hanks." She bent down to clutch the back of the chair in front of her, shaking her head. A beat later she turned her head back up and stuck a finger out towards him. "Just know this – I have a feeling all that was about to change."

, Travis's face made an unfamiliar contortion. Confusion? No, wait – shock.

Travis was staring at her with sympathy knowing that the woman has made sacrifices for her family. Travis Tanner and Bastian Wolf met during their first year at Yale, their bond is based on honesty, loyalty. The woman was a mentor, friend, mother and sister in one.

Bastiana had been the picture of airiness and a pretty face. But she was more than that. Bastiana was smart and cunning, strong and independent, and was to a degree similar to Travis in the aspect of loyalty. But he wasn't blind though. Travis knew that there was a darker side to the woman. He hadn't witnessed anything sadistic- which everyone knew she was capable of. No, she'd only watched the subtle threats unfold. It was there though, in a look, in a certain posture he took, in the way she said something. Imposing, dangerous, but always subtle.

But behind her mask, she was a human with weakness and faults. Contrary to popular belief, Bastiana Wolf's weakness was not money. It was not her firm, and it was not being goaded by the likes of cheap lawyers. Her weak spot was her family, a family in which she gave war to keep it secret because if everyone finds o would getaway! Worse, they would have an advantage over her, because they would know not only her weakness but that someone knew her weakness and could tell anyone they pleased.

Travis was there when Neal got in jail or Reid had taken by Tobias Hanks and saw all the pain.

"Only about Mike, Spencer, and Neal." Travis's smug face was plastered back on.

"Thank God" Bastiana uttered, with a slightly hopeless huff, as she made to leave. "I spoke with him and he was fury out. He told me that he will keep a low profile for now."She made no further response as she exited, somewhat mollified but apparently more determined than anything else.

"Amy, go and make sure Zack hasn't wet himself. Then have him pick up all of this," Travis said, gesturing to the floor, "and make sure he doesn't have that paralegal do all of it for him out of pity."

As she got up to go and coax out the ferret, she heard Bastiana's voice further down the hallway. "Not now, Wilson." Smiling, Amy remembered the other 10% of why she loved working here.

Life as Bastian Wolf's personal assistant was never easy, or for that matter predictable. Wendy's boss would have her learn a bit of Deutsch this week to impress a client or a whole lot of Hangul the next to make sure that the translator she'd hired wasn't slipping curse words into a memo for the sake of a lark. Or she'd be sent to go console whatever temp was crying in the file room after Cody Wilson had decided that "overbearing prick" wasn't an apt description of himself but rather just two words stuck together by coincidence.

But of all the things she'd thought she'd hear coming from her boss' mouth, this was never one of them.

DA Rafael Barba was looking through the glass in the interrogation room. Two weeks ago the found a woman behind a bar raped and strangled. During the case, they found five other women but no one of them has something in common. Different colors of hair, eyes, and lifestyle.

After a long time, they founf that all the women had rejected the man who was in the interrogation room. Zola Luke, Petrovia Clot, Petra Ivakov , Tilia Hale and Hera Petrov had known who had attacked them

but they were afraid to say the truth as the man has power and money.

They gave a man and the team found out that the women eas right about the man. Nikolai Zork was a young CEO of his own technology multi-billion company. There are rumors that she can destroy politicians and blackmail people to escape the law but Olivia Benson was a badass bitch and will put that bastard behind the wall.

"You rape those women." said a voice and Barba's heart skipped a beat when he met the blue eyes if the man. Dominic Carisi, while maybe not the most considerate or respected of the detective Benson, has something enthralling about him. Maybe it's his boyish smile and dimples that he never grew out of. Or his bright blue eyes that sparkle when he's excited or proud. Or his exaggerated gesturing with his long-fingered hands when he talks. Or his slim-fitting three-piece suits that are always perfectly tailored to his body. Or his brilliant laugh that fills a room.

Barba shakes his head and remembered the little rainbow flag in the pencil holder on his desk. His mother was there for him when he came out as bi. His mother was died for years and say the truth he will never give a fuck for his father's opinion.

It was then that Denson entered the room, catching the attention of both of them. "Ah, this is Detective Benson," Carisi stated as if the man would care for introductions.

Except, the way the man watched Benson, with wide eyes and a strong lick of his lips—maybe an introduction was just the trick. He wasn't subtle as he checked her out and even seemed to disregard Carisi completely as Zork started at Benson. Not that they liked him to begin with, but this definitely solidified Barba's and Rollins' disdain for him. Barba noticed him staring but felt it was more from the quality of outfit than him wearing it.

Carisi stood on the wall letting the woman lead their interrogation. While the interrogation Carisi was mesmerized, blue eyes following his Lieutenant with razor-sharp precision as the brunette expertly unraveled the perp he was sweating in the interrogation room.

In reality, the guy was guilty as sin. They knew it. He knew it. And on some level, he knew they knew it. Even without a confession, the squad would be handing an airtight case to their ADA. Ideally, their victim wouldn't even have to testify.

But Olivia had wanted a run at him anyway. She wanted to get him to admit what he did, if for no other reason than to help the victim on the path toward healing.

This tenacity was one of the countless things that drew Carisi to the older woman; that had his rooted to this spot, hypnotized as he followed Olivia's every move.

Olivia Benson was a force to be reckoned with. Her reputation had preceded her to the point that Carisi admired the woman from afar before she ever got a chance to work with her. But getting to watch the Lieutenant close up? Getting to learn from her, work with her...

Carisi thought was cut off by the man laugh.

He smiled profusely. "Punishment?Really? "

Benson stood straight up and moved around the table to grab the file which lay upon it. She turned her back to him as she pretended to read the papers inside. Of course, she'd already memorized everything in its pages." You are young, with power and money. Every woman would like to have sex with you." she turned to face him.

His face remained as it was, amused." Even you?"

It was Carisi's time to speak. "They rejected you. "When they noticed a slight change in his face, he continued." "

Nikolai growled, clenching his fists. Carisi and Benson smirked.

"During college, you were not so beautiful and every time you tried to ask a girl on a date, they always rejected you. You snapped when the first woman did it and you forced to have sex with you."Olivia paused and the twitch of Nikolai's lips, the clench of his jaw, how hard his right-hand fingers dug into his left arm.

"Using your technology trying to find we they turned you down" Carisi teased. Zork simply glared."But you..."

"What.!" Zork growled.

No response.

Zork's face remained as it was, amused.

"You know.."Zork turned to face them."I see you did your homework. But I did the same. After your last visit, I reached your files and they were kind interesting."

"Quit playing games, Zork."

He seemed to finally be getting annoyed by her remarks, and he answered her if only to shut her up.

"Me? Playing games? Now, why would I do that? "

"Anyways" Zork made a fake pout."The file of Detective Carisi was my favorite. "

Even though the level of anxious rose on the table, obvious by the anticipating worried glances that the other shot to each other not so subtly, the sounds of silverware hitting glasses did not lower down. Sonny cleared his throat.

"I don't know that you are talking about."Carisi pretended to be confused.

"So beautiful... "The man said after a moment." It would be shame is something happen to her.."

Sonny's hand gripped onto the table and then he suddenly flipped it up and sent it flying across the room. "What the fuck did you do?"He screamed and sent the boy falling back towards the floor.

The door flew opened and Fin and Barba charged in to stand between Carisi and Zork, mostly out of concern for their friend.

"You son of a bitch!" He roared," I you come near her I will kill you."Finn looked at him in alarm and he felt Bqrba freeze at his side once the words left his mouth, but he couldn't stop, wouldn't stop,

"Your rat," Zork growled, glaring at him angrily."I always get that I want and trust me I will get her or I got her already. "

Carisi tried to dislodge Finn's hold on him, but he held tight. Rollins hauled Zork up and pushed him to the cage, locking him in.

"Sonny," Barba whispered, voice choked," Are you ok?. Do you want something? "

" I want a fucking car. Now" Carisi demanded

Few minutes later, Carisi with Fin, Benson and Rollins were running out of the car toward the large silver building they saw how tall it actually was, it towered over everything. They went out of the elevator with Carisi run through the corridors trying find the right office.

He found her.

Suddenly hugging the woman with all the strength he could muster. She didn't even hold back.

There was a very odd sense of ... near jealousy then.

The woman was beautiful. They didn't recognize her at all. Long, darkened brown hair- nearly a dark, coppery, brownish red. She was tall, too. Skinny, but with very rounded hips. SVU team couldn't take theri eyes off of her.

Meanwhile Carisi was still hugging her, his arms tight around her, one migrating to the back of her head.

"Sonny was going on?." The woman said through a tearful voice. It was a soft and dignified tone she spoke with, even through her worry woe.

"I don't want you get hurt." Craisi replied, pulling away to look at her. He looked extremely unhappy then. "Sister..."

"Sister? "SVU questioned with a tilt of their head.

It always amazed Reid that for a group of top profilers the team failed to know anything about Reid he didn't tell them himself. He never intentionally hid things from them—apart from his family, but that was different. That a team, often rated as the best the FBI had to offer could be so oblivious to one of their own, even with the promise not to profile each other, astounded him. He guessed they were so comfortable with who they thought Reid was they refused to acknowledge the Reid in front of them, and that was okay because Reid liked his privacy. He figured it was lucky for the world he wasn't a serial killer because he'd get away with it for far too long. That probably wasn't true. When they were out on cases there was plenty of local law enforcement who saw exactly who he was, and that was okay too, especially when Reid got to experience their confusion at how his own team treated him.

The fallacy that Reid was a virgin—or at least virginal—was perpetuated in part by each of his team members wanting the rest of the team to maintain the belief.

He liked sex. Okay, he loved sex. And he was good at it, which was unusual for him and physical activity, so he embraced it. Kind of like his work out routine.

Being surrounded by profilers he deeply respected who had failed to recognize the impact of graduating high school at twelve could have on an impressionable young boy was sometimes a conundrum. It was expected that his classmates wouldn't be interested in a child sexually, which was true bar the occasional instance of bullying, but being a young impressionable child amidst all that sexual and hormonal tension was bound to have an effect. By the time Reid reached college he was so horny, he could drill concrete. The thing most people failed to recognize was that he wasn't the only early entrant at CalTech. By the age of fourteen Reid had given and received oral sex from and to both girls and boys. At that time, boys had been his preference. There were areas of the libraries the younger kids used to hang out, and they were a breeding ground for sexual experimentation. By sixteen Reid had fucked and been fucked. A lot. Again, both girls and boys. When it came to fucking he didn't really have a preference at that stage, though the mechanics were less complicated with girls, you could just slip right on in. He was nineteen when he started to add older people to his repertoire, and why wouldn't he, he had his own house off campus where he lived alone. He could even entertain the odd professor without anyone knowing. There was a comfortable familiarity with those older bodies—thirty, forty, fifty-plus—who over the years had developed a sense of their own pleasure, much as Reid already had. He was a quick study, after all, and it didn't seem to matter to them that he was socially awkward, they just wanted something young and hot to roll around with.

It was around that time another interesting thing happened in Reid's life his colleagues had no idea about it. He was spotted on the street and recruited to a prestigious modeling agency. The idea was too bizarre to pass up, at least the money was and traveling the world as a glorified clothes horse was an experience. The bonus was visiting museums, libraries, historical monuments, of trying out his grasp of languages, and of course, having lots of sex with lots of beautiful people. Staying away from the drugs and alcohol was harder, but Reid appreciated his brain too much to compromise its integrity for a few hours of 'fun'.

Sex was still the only thing Reid had discovered that switched off his massively overactive mind for more than a few minutes. Over the years he had tuned in to every single one of his erogenous zones. He knew them intimately. He liked other people to know them intimately. It didn't need to be complicated. Reid was well on the way to categorizing himself as a hedonist, although in his case it was the more traditional understanding given that as much as he loved the pleasures of the body, the pleasures of the mind were equally important. The quest for knowledge was still as heady and all-encompassing as a phenomenal fuck.

But with Lola Kinney was different.

Beauty. Hostility. Warmth. Brains. The list could go on and on.

Spencer remembered the first second he met Lola Kinney. As she passed every day in front of his house going to school. Her fierce and sarcastic way of moving around was what had caught his eye in the first cared about her brothers, about everyone that she laid her trust upon, and would use witty/snarky commentary to express her 'unadulterated love' towards someone. Spencer admits, he wasn't exactly the picture-perfect kind of person to be around years ago when they all first met; he was cold, guarded, and self-reserved. He didn't trust anyone. To him, they were too destructive. Lola was the only exception at first, someone that Spencer found reliable.

He did allow himself a look at the photograph of his fiance that sat on his stand night. His fiance...even after almost four years, the words seemed alien to him. The peace and happiness he had experienced these last few years were unlike anything he had ever known before. But he had a feeling all that was about to change.

As soon as Reid's so-called friends got wind of this, they were sure to make trouble. If Reis was honest with himself, he wasn't quite sure what to do about them. But then how often was Spencer Reid honest with himself? He did know, however, that if any of them dared to come near his family, he would have them killed.

All heads turned towards him as she pushed the door open and he could feel herself flushing as he gave everyone a crooked smile, assuming that it had to be evident that he'd been rushing to get here. The young doctor ignored the surprised gazes from everyone, he knows that everyone must use his real self. After the bet, Reid had decided to go back starting for his clothes. Today he was wearing casual dress pants with dirty converses. His light blue dress shirt was stretched across his chest. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing thicker forearms. Coupled with a skinny black tie and a new short, tousled, just-rolled-out-of-bed hair cut and scruff.

The young man walked into the meeting room were Morgan, JJ, Garcia, Hotch, Prentiss, and Rossi spewed questions to him when they had recovered from the first shock. But their friendship wasn't going to give them not just one answer and planned to leave it there, but Morgan grabbed him spiritedly and he wasn't going to let him go until he responds.

"You have a secret family?"He repeated his question.

"Yes. " Reid reacted."Let's go, we have a case"

"Not, until you explain that," he insisted.

"It's not your business "

"What?!" everybody blurted surprisingly.

"Great! Another excellent response, which doesn't make sense. So you're with her, married or not?! Why didn't you invite us to the wedding?" Morgan growled. "Aren't we friends?! Aren't we your family?! Why do you want to leave us?! Why didn't you say anything?! Why did you lie to us? We protect you, we love you, you were our friend, so why the hell..."

"Shut up, Morgan!" Reid hissed with a strange authority and dangers. "I have every right not to discuss my personal life with you. I like to keep secret and talk them with people who I can trust."

But we're f..."

"DON'T!" Reid interrupted her. He stared at Garcia and Aaron was sure that if she was a man, Reid'd have slapped her. "I have a family. I have people who have my back and I can talk about my problem with them without been judged. You dare to talk about family. What family lie to each other ..."

JJ wiped her eyes. "Why said sorry about Prentiss.."

"I don't give a shit about Prentiss."Reid took a deep breath and let out a bitter laugh. Reid gulped down a lungful of air, hands shaking even as he gesticulated to express his anger, eyes locking onto a pale, horror-stricken Emily."I was not in depression because of Prentiss. During those time one of my brothers was beaten up really badly, I will not lose my time for a dead co-worker"

"Reid," Hotch interrupted, his voice solid and more than a little stern. "That is enough."

"Oh, don't even get me started on you." Reid practically hissed out the words," You should be the last person to judge me for keeping a secret. Everyone has a secret. Morgan secret was Buford, Garcia dark past and Rossi maybe his ex-wives but I don't give a shit. I have a family and I am always going to choose them. "

Reid turned on his heel and moved towards where he was.

"How do I not know you have a family?" It was the first question of Peter Brook when he walked into his office to the next day.

"Because I made sure you didn't."

"I looked into you, everything I could find. Nothing I found indicated you had a family." Peter says to Neal.

"That was on purpose. I've always protected my family from what I did." Neal reveals, "They never called or visited me when I was in prison, I wouldn't let them. Kate passed messages between us. Bastiana and I made every file of our family to disappear without leaving a trace behind. Our different last names were a huge help for us and it was a plan of Bastian, no one of us is so stupid to go against her wishes."

"Wife?" Peter asks as it would make sense.

"Four years of a perfect marriage." Neal confirms." I met her because of my brother. She is s beautiful sarcastic woman who never criticizes me about my past. She loves me and I love her"

"Thought so," Peter admits.

"Look Peter, family, there is nothing I wouldn't do to protect my family, to look after my family." Neal says, turning to look directly at Peter, "My brothers, my sisters-in-law, Logan and Bastian are everything to me. If you thought the lengths I went to for Kate were extreme it's nothing compared to what I would do for them." Neal reveals, and it is more than clear that he is telling the complete truth.

Neal with a great sigh, he leans backward in his large, comfortable, black leather chair. Thinking about all that has happened this last week, resulting in him trying to solve the problems, he unconsciously starts playing with the wedding ring on his left-hand ring finger. Suddenly he seems to realize what he is doing. Staring at his wedding ring, he remembers the day like yesterday.

FLASHBACK

Standing next to him, was a beautiful, 38 years old, brown-eyed lawyer, standing in a beautiful white wedding gown. Her chocolate-brown hair was curled and pinned up, with little white diamond pins. Her vail was behind her head and the little make-up she had applied on her face, made her even more beautiful. She had a huge smile on her face, and the look she was giving him spoke of so much, love, affection and trust, that it melted his heart completely.

"Do you, Neal Caffrey, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, until death sets you both apart?" the minister asked.

"I do," said Neal Caffrey, while looking his beloved in the eyes and a small smile on his face.

"And do you Dana Scott, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, until death sets you both apart?" the minister asked.

"I do," said Dana Scott, looking her beloved, 41, fiancée in the eyes, with a very big, happy smile on her face.

"Then I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!" the minister said.

Seto didn't have to be told twice and captured his wife's lips in a passionate kiss.

An enormous cheer went through the crowd.

END FLASHBACK

"I want to meet them, "Peter asks.

"It's nothing you need to be concerned about. This has nothing to do with FBI business." Neal says.

He's your brother, that makes it my business." Peter tells Neal, as he is pretty sure he wants to be involved in anything involving Neal, "Don't try and get revenge on your own."You don't trusted me"

"Of course not," Neal reveals, telling the complete truth.

"Neal..." Peter starts to say.

"Look, Peter, you don't get it. They are my family. I've always looked after them, I've always protected them, I have since the day they were born." Neal reveals, to Peters shock, as that almost sounds like Neal was a parent to them instead of their actual parents."Nothing will stop me from protecting them."

"Now will you excuse me I have dinner with my wife," Neal said leaving the office.

The second Neal walks through the double glass doors Diana gets up and walks over to Peter.

"So? Why'd Caffrey go running out of here?" Diana asks curiously.

"He has dinner with his wife," Peter explains as the two of them walk towards Peter's office.

"Caffrey has a wife." Diana says shocked, "I didn't know that."

"Neither did I, until today," Peter admits.

"How's that possible? You dug deep into Caffrey, how did you not find out that he had a wife?" Diana asks.

"He didn't want me to." Peter explains, " He has a whole family: three brothers, one sister in law, a future brother in law and a fucking scary sister."

"You're worried about something." Diana realizes as they walk into Peter's office.

"He kept it secret for a reason. " Peter explains.

" What do you think you will?" Diana asks curiously.

"I don't know." Peter admits, telling the truth, "His brothers, Mike and Spencer and his sister Bastiana, I looked many times. I never found any record of a Mike or Spencer or Bastiana Caffrey when I was hunting Neal."

"You think they have another, legal, name." Diana realizes, "Which means Neal might have another name we don't know about."

"Seems like it." Peter comments, "I hadn't been able to find anything about Neal from before he turned eighteen, it is like he didn't exist before then, but he clearly did."

"I'll look into him, and his family, see what I can find," Diana tells Peter.

"Thanks, Diana," Peter says gratefully.

"No problem Boss," Diana says before leaving.

"You have a family."Harvey asked and really Mike could just hear the blood vessel that was about to burst." Which I didn't know"

A look of pain crossed Mike's face, but it was quickly abated, and after a second Mike quietly replied, "I didn't want you to know about them ."

Harvey was slightly shocked at the tone of Mike's voice, he sounded like he had just admitted his worst flaw or had just unwillingly told his darkest secret. He really wanted to ask him why, but knowing that Mike would avoid it, he didn't pursue it, but instead asked, "You are Scottie brother in law?"

"You.. you... you have a husband ?" Harvey asks, sounding shocked, as he didn't know that.

Other than Neal, Harvey was the closest Dana had to a worthy sparring partner. Unfortunately, while perhaps not as cutthroat as Bastiana could be from time to time, there was always that undercurrent of competition - real competition, not just the friendly rivalry like with Neal - running through the barbs Harvey tossed her way.

He was constantly trying to prove he was better than her, smarter than her, more prepared to do whatever it took to get the win than her. Maybe he had to be that way to survive and thrive and get ahead in what was still very much a man's world, no matter what anyone said, but Dana was tired of the relentless one-upmanship component to their banter. It certainly wasn't the basis for a healthy relationship of equals. And, deep down, that was what Dana wanted now. But there was only one person she wanted it with, and that person wasn't Harvey Specter.

With Neal, the banter had flowed effortlessly, spontaneously, from the moment they met.

Falling in love with Neal the first time was as easy as breathing. One minute they were friends and the next thing Daba knew she was in love. He fell for Neal like a woman falling into the water, willing to drown for love. It had to be magic or fate. Nothing ever happens like that - nothing. People spend their entire lives looking for the type of love she and Neal had shared and somehow Dana just sort of backed her way into it. It was perfect. Though while Dana breathed in "he" and breathed out "we", Neal kept his head above water.

Their years apart have changed them both, Dana is quickly discovering.

Her relationship with Harvey was different. Sure she had loved him, but it had been nothing like what she felt (feels?) for Neal. And God had she wanted it to. How many nights in those first couples of years apart had Dana wished for a second chance? A do-over. Anything to have Harvey back in her life. A fool's dream, she had labeled it. Because lightning just doesn't strike twice. So she had stayed; longer than she had ever thought she would, longer than he ever should have. But that's over, been over. And now? Now, Neal and she are replaying their love story that at times feels awkward and wonderful and disorienting. Neal is surrounding her with words, with touches, and with a love so deep, so hot, so encompassing, he sometimes finds herself unable to breathe. Neal is all but begging her to drown all over again. But this time it's her who is wading carefully, keeping her head above water.

It was fitting that they had held their promise ceremony under a blossoming Sakura tree. It was a small gathering. Only his family, Gideon, and Strauss had been invited to witness it.

Looking around the room, she got lost in her thoughts.

Neal's face close to her.

Her blue eyes sparkling with love.

Her decent lips turned into a small smile.

His arms around Scottie's body, holding on to him.

Her chest pressed against Neal's chest.

Her forehead leaned against Neal's.

Slowly dancing to the music while their friends watching them.

Neal's ss fingers gripping on the woman's thighs, feeling the fabric of the white dress.

Everything seemed perfect. Every single breath. Every single second.

Everything.

Dana looked at her brother-in-law, who was chatting with Harvey. The woman hated the fact that she was the only child in the family and for this one tried to find friends to fill the void but he could not stop envious of her friends when they were telling stories about their brothers or when they were telling the school that their brothers had helped them in their maths. She did not care about being a boy or girl but she wanted someone to play when she was a young child as her parents were not in the house because they were immersed in their work, she had promised herself that if she does children she will play every day with them even if she was tired of working because she did not want her son or daughter to feel neglected.

When she came back to New York, she had not expected to meet Neal Caffrey and his family. At first, Mike Ross came with his sarcasm after she met Spencer Reis where he became a little brother who could protect and teach him and for the end it has Logan Sanders and his taste in American films, Lola Kinney and Bastiana Wolf filled the void that she had for the desire to acquire sisters.

'Being genetically related doesn't make you family. Love, support, Trust, Sacrifice, Acceptance, Security, Compromise, Gratitude, Respect, and Loyalty, is what makesyouru family'' said Bastiana to her on the wedding day. The relationship of the Ross-Wolf-Reid-Caffrey siblings had always been a mystery to Dana. They were overly protective of each other, Bastiana more so as she takes on the position of being a surrogate mother to her brothers. They respected each other and they simply adore the other.

They were her family and she will do everything to protect them.

Everything