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Present

Spencer waited for his plane with a horrible feeling swirling around his stomach. He hated June. And what made it worse was that his father called him home nearly every June.

Spencer wasn't naive. He fully understood that what his father had done to him during childhood was wrong. The belts, the closet...

Spencer handed over his boarding pass, a lost look in his eyes at the very memory of it all.

He knew that he could come forward now and have his father arrested... except, his father was a lawyer with many friends in the same field. And his mother was sick. If he sent his father to prison she'd go to the closest institution. Spencer knew that. And his father liked to remind him too.

William also liked to remind his son of his real name.

Spencer took a seat to wait for his plane to board. He may be an FBI agent but his father wasn't afraid to still lay his hands on him.

When his flight was finally called Spencer got up. He gave over his pass and the lady smiled.

"Welcome aboard, William," she said, handing it back as Spencer lowered his head.

That was another thing his father controlled. Why was he cursed with the same name as the man he hated? Save for the 'Jr' part. He'd asked countless times to just change it to his middle name but William forbade him.

His mother called him Spencer (not in front of William of course,) always stating how she hadn't wanted to name him after his father.

Spencer had thought he'd managed to defy his father when his colleagues recognised him as 'Spencer', that was until David Rossi joined the team. Spencer knew all about the guy and the fact that the man's son had been called Spencer before he was killed. So to Rossi, Spencer was just 'Reid' and the young man had never called himself Spencer in front of him. He was William Reid Jr.

Dave sat in his office, nursing a tumbler in the warmth of his palm. He held a miniature close to his chest, refusing to pull it back to see the happy face captured upon it. In two days he'd be going to the place they'd buried that once happy face.

He felt guilty for what had happened with Aaron. Grief had stolen his heart and his temper as it had so many times before. He meant to apologise but he was letting himself be selfish.

He sat like that for a good half an hour. Finally, he glanced down at the drop left in his tumbler and sighed. He stood, a little shakily from his chair and staggered toward the window.

"Screw it," he mumbled, turning the glass upside down and letting the amber liquid melt into the soil of a potted plant, left withering on the window sill. He set the glass heavily beside it and watched as the soil moistened. Without looking at it, he buried the picture he'd been holding in his front pocket, setting a personal reminder in his head to take it out before Erin put it in for laundry.

Dave turned towards his blinds and squinted through them. He could just make out Morgan and Garcia in the bullpen. He was about to go back to his own desk when he saw Hotch out with them.

He huffed and patted his front pocket. He was going to have to swallow his pride for this.

"I hate when he goes home."

Morgan shook his head angrily as his eyes passed Spencer's desk.

"He gets to see his mom," mumbled Garcia. She looked at the empty desk too and poked Derek's arm. "What's really eating you?"

Derek grabbed the hand poking him and pulled on it to turn his chair around. When he was facing Garcia he pressed his lips together.

"I don't like the kid's dad. You've seen how miserable he is when he comes back or when he leaves. And his dad, well the dude profiles as a narcissist, I mean Reid is named after the guy for Christ sake. A-and I've seen how Reid flinches-"

"Derek."

Morgan looked up and saw the way Garcia was watching him anxiously. She shook her head. "You know we can't profile each other."

"There isn't a rule-"

"We don't need one, it's bible here."

Derek rolled his eyes. "We can't help doing it, baby girl. And I worry."

They both stopped talking when Aaron walked by. He stopped and glanced their way.

"Have you heard anymore on the Newton case?" he asked. Garcia sat up a bit straighter and nodded.

"They caught her on CCTV and were able to get a match. Strauss..." Garcia glanced over her shoulder then looking back at Aaron said. "She's been handing our cases to the other teams, sir."

"That's fine. We'll just finish off paperwork until next week."

Aaron nodded in agreement of himself as Garcia gave the files on Morgan's desk a wistful glance. Morgan's eyes flickered from Hotch to something behind them and he nudged Garcia, turning his own chair away. Garcia saw Rossi too and she hopped off the desk and leaned over Morgan to fiddle with his computer.

"Look, just enter the jpg number and..." her voice faded as she pressed a few keys, listening in on the conversation behind them.

Aaron had turned around and he nodded at Rossi as he walked cautiously passed Reid's desk, careful not to knock any books over. Aaron could tell the older man was tired. Not from the deep circles looping below his eyes, or the sluggish way he carried himself, it was the slightly untucked shirt and the half pulled up collar. The typical David Rossi dressed impeccably. So Aaron softened his expression when the Italian stopped in front of him.

"Aaron," he mumbled, looking into his superior's eyes for a moment then looking away and reaching a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. Aaron just waited patiently for Dave to drop his hand. He chuckled to himself and shook his head.

"You're profiling me aren't you?" he muttered, his voice slightly grated as if he'd been shouting... or crying.

"I don't mean to," Aaron deadpanned.

"Perks of the job. Look, Aaron, I-"

"It's fine, Rossi."

"No, I was-"

"You don't have to say anything."

Dave shook his head and reached out to put his hands on Aaron's shoulders. Aaron continued to watch the guilt streaking across Rossi's face.

"No, I do. I was out of line yesterday. I'm sorry."

Aaron raised his hand and gently took one of Rossi's hands from his shoulder and just nodded.

"It's fine, Dave. I understand."

Garcia exchanged a tenuous look with Derek. They waited for the conversation to end before relaxing.

"I have an idea," Garcia said, leaning close to whisper it in Derek's ear. He gave her a doubtful look and she budged his arm.

"It's a good one... and with the ... the anniversary, you know, it'll be good, trust me."

June 1986

Dave stood anxiously with his wife. Thirteen boys had been found. Thirteen! His son was among them, he just knew it. Jason was knee-deep in analysis on the killer still while Dave had taken a giddy Erin to the station where they were told to sit and wait while they got the boys.

It was two hours before the boys were allowed to see their parents. Something about questioning. Dave waited angrily, his fists curling tighter against his knees as the time wore on. Spencer was probably traumatised and they were still making him talk. He needed his mother and father more than the police needed answers.

Dave stood suddenly when the doors down the interrogation room corridor opened. Erin followed her expression a mix of nerves and excitement. She grabbed Dave's arm and squeezed.

"We're going to take him home," she whispered.

Dave watched the door open and an officer holding it. There was a cry of delight as the first boy, no older than ten, stepped into the room and spotted his family.

Erin and Dave watched with pleasant smiles as his father ran forward and threw him into an embrace.

"Oh, Dave," said Erin, her nails digging further into her husband's forearm. He glanced at her with an excited smile.

"How many bedtime stories do you think I'll be reading tonight?" he whispered. Another boy dashed in and Dave beamed over at him before looking back at Erin.

She winked. "All of them. Oh- look, they're all coming, let's move closer!"

Dave chuckled and held Erin back. "We'll see him," he said, letting the thirteen boys flood in.

The stragglers came through the door and still, the Rossi's waited for their son. Their smiles faltered slightly when the thirteenth boy, a teen, stepped through the door.

Dave stared at him for a moment. There must be a mistake, he thought. He glanced back and counted the boys again. He could feel Erin's grip grow loose and her smile was turning down.

"David?" she murmured staring at the door as it swung shut slowly.

"Where's our son?" Dave mumbled, looking around at the boys in the room again and having to listen to the happy cries of their parents.

He turned to Erin, his hands shaking harder while she stared at the door blankly.

"Where's our boy?" he whispered. Erin shook her head and started to cry. Dave looked around frantically. The sheriff came into the room and after seeing Dave's panicked expression, he shook his head sadly and started to walk over.

Dave rasped and backed into his wife. "Where's my son!?"

The sheriff got to the couple as Rossi wrapped his arms around his sobbing wife and whispered that they'd made a mistake.

"Agent Rossi, Mrs. Rossi, I'm so sorry-"

"No!" Dave yelled and he covered his wife's ears as she started to slowly sink to the floor.

The sheriff put a hand on Dave's shoulder. Some of the other parents and boys were looking their way. The ones who weren't looking or wearing sympathetic looks were holding each other, some were wailing, others were arguing with officers. They were in the same situation.

"Please, Sir, your son... there was a body found inside after the fire, there are also bodies buried from other missing children. We believe your son is amongst these victims. I'm... so sorry."

Dave didn't want to hear it, he held Erin as tight as he could, her legs still unable to hold her up.

"No! No, please, look again. He's three, he ha-has curly blonde hair, b-b-but not too curly... a-and it's starting to g-go brown. He was wearing odd socks. Go back, you'll find him, he's... so special, you wouldn't miss him. He's smart too, please he's not dead, please."

"I'm sorry, sir."

Dave felt himself joining his wife on the floor as she wept.

"No, no not my little boy. NO!"

Erin's hands leaped up to Dave's face and she screamed again. "David! David!"

"Shhh," Dave whispered as he held onto his wife, keeping himself steady as he started to cry. Erin held in a raspy breath before sobbing loudly.

"It ca-c-can't b-be my baby!"

There were more screams too, of the parents who hadn't seen their children yet either.

"Spencer!"

Aaron Hotchener was exhausted when they finally let him see his parents. He walked out last letting the other boys run and grab hold of their parents. He sauntered in and saw his father. He saw the man's face rise into a relieved smile and then he opened his arms. Aaron stared at him for a moment and he suddenly felt a tear roll down his face. He walked to his dad who pulled him into a hug.

"Dad?"

"Aaron, thank god, thank god!"

"Aaron! Oh, sweetheart! You're okay? You're okay, right?"

His mum grabbed his face and started to pepper him in kisses. Aaron laughed and nodded.

"Yea, I'm fine, I'm alright."

Sean was there too and he hugged Aaron so tight that his breath huffed out.

"Rodney said that you'd be dead," he whispered into Aaron's shoulder. He pulled back a little and Aaron shook his head.

"That guy's an asshole, he doesn't have the brain cells to make that assumption."

"Let's go home. We can have takeout tonight, hows that, Aaron?" his father asked and Aaron couldn't seem to wipe the grin off his face.

"That sounds great."

The family smiled at each other with relief.

"Where's my son?"

Aaron's father turned toward the yell across the room. He grimaced when he turned back. "Looks like some weren't so lucky," he mumbled.

Aaron looked over at the man and woman next to the sheriff. The woman wasn't standing right and the man had tears rolling off his chin.

He watched them both sink down and start to sob.

"My little boy... not Spencer, please, he's just a baby!"

Aaron felt his throat stick. Those were Spencer's parents. Those were Mr and Mrs Rossi. Aaron had let their son die. His friend.

"Aaron, honey, let's go," his mother whispered but Aaron didn't move.

"I-I knew their son," he said. His father turned to him.

"What's done is done. You're alive, son, that's all that matters to us."

Aaron sucked in a deep breath as he watched the parents hold each other, whisper to each other. "He... we had to leave him," Aaron mumbled.

"Aaron, let's go."

"He was only three."

"Aaron, come on, leave them to grieve."

The BAU. Aaron heard it echo in his mind. 'My daddy works in the BAU. It's in the FBI! My mummy is in the FBI too, she's in an office job. I wanna work there one day, t-they analyse the behaviour of criminals and put them in prison! They save people, Aaron. I want to save people too.'

Aaron thought about cars. A car had gotten him into this mess. He didn't want to work in the car industry. He wanted to save people. Just like Spencer did... had. Next time he'd save someone like Spencer.

"Spencer saved us," Aaron said finally. He realised suddenly that he'd been walking and that he was stood before the Rossi's. Spencer's father looked at Aaron, his face red and wet.

"What...?" he rasped and Aaron sucked in a breath.

"Your son saved us," he said again.

Spencer's mother blinked up at Aaron and she smiled weakly.

"He did?"

Dave touched Aaron's arm and he started to sob again.

"That's our boy," he said.

"Aaron! Come here! Leave them alone!" His father jogged over and pulled Aaron back. "I... I'm so sorry... for your loss."

Dave looked at the floor and covered his mouth.

"Your sons a hero," Aaron said quietly and Dave looked into his eyes and Aaron swore he saw something fond twinkle there. He let his father pull him away then.

Aaron didn't speak for a day after that. His head was filled with the BAU.

Present

"Lay another hand on me and i-it's as-assault on a federal agent!"

Spencer stepped away from his father. William was glaring at his son, a look of disgust on his face.

"You really do make me sick."

"This is why I don't come home, mom." Spencer turned to his mother and shook his head.

William reached down and grabbed one of Spencer's letters to his mother. He'd neatly arranged them all to throw at Spencer when he arrived.

"You sign your name wrong, every god damn time! And who's this you keep talking about? Morgan this, and Derek that-"

"He's my co-worker... h-he's a friend," Spencer said as William wrinkled his nose. Spencer stood limply as William flapped around the letter.

"I didn't raise a fag," he hissed coldly and Spencer glanced at his mother for help. She turned her head away as William drew closer to Spencer, the letter smushed in his grip.

"I'm not gay, dad. And if I was, my sexuality wouldn't be any of your concern."

"Spenc-Will, you... um, you are more on the sensitive side. Your father is right to have suspicions."

Spencer turned to his mother and just blinked at her, there wasn't anything more he could do. She looked down, her eyes searching around her bare feet.

His father smirked then and raised a letter he'd already torn. "And who's this David Rossi guy?" he asked. William knew exactly who David was; it scared him that his son was so close to the man.

Spencer shook his head and met his father's fierce eyes. "He's another co-worker."

"So you like older guys now? Not just guys, but the older ones too? You really do disgust me, boy. In fact, I don't want you calling yourself my name if you whore yourself out to men."

Spencer snapped then. He stepped forward and snatched the letters from his father's hand, being sure to drag his nails across the backs of his father's fingers. "David Rossi is my co-worker but since you like to analyse all my relationships you could say he's like a father to me. A better one than you have or will ever be!"

"William!" Diana gasped, reaching out to grab Spencer. Spencer was the same height as his father and he glared at him, eyes at the same level.

"Don't call him that, Diana, he disgraces my name," said William. He didn't look at his wife, instead stepping forward menacingly.

Diana looked at Spencer as if he was someone else, her eyes filled with contempt. Spencer stared back at her then at his father who was troublingly close, his hand gently smoothing the bloody nail-marks left by Spencer.

"You should have died when they said you did," mumbled William, his voice cool as water. Spencer frowned lightly and glanced at his mother who was looking away with tears in her eyes. He looked back at his father just as the man threw a fist his way. Spencer went straight down.

William Reid looked at the young man on the floor for a moment. Spencer wheezed and his father silenced him with a quick kick.

He turned to Diana who was still looking away.

"I'm bored," he said plainly, stepping over Spencer. "It's been a long time, Diana. I deserve a break."

Diana looked down at Spencer before hurrying after her husband.

"William?"

"Let's have some fun? Like in the good old day?"

Diana shook her head suddenly.

"We can't."

"Why?"

"We're... we moved on from that. Do you want to be caught?"

William smirked and he glanced back at his son. "I'm very careful."

"D-don't... please William, you said I could keep him-"

"That was a long time ago. Did you really think I'd want to associate that with my name?"

Diana turned her gaze down to cover her tears. William watched her with a sad smile and he sighed.

"Alright," he whispered, l;lifting Diana's face up. He kissed her lightly. "I won't kill him. I'm just going to play some games."

Diana looked alarmed and William soothed her with his fingers stroking down her cheek.

"Not with him. Someone even better. You kept his teeth right?"

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