Part 3

Spencer arrived at his brothers school and as calmly as possible walked inside keeping his mind off his mate as much as possible as he didn't need to be distracted at the moment.

Spencer walked into the principal's office, after the secretary buzzed him him through when he told her who he was.

"Why don't you sit down?" the principal offered politely.

Spencer did so and leaned back in his chair so he looked relaxed, although he was really anything but on the inside.

"You wanted to see me before I go see Brock in the infirmary," Spencer stated calmly his expression unreadable making the principal nervous. He had expected Spencer Reid to be a pushover just because he was still so young at just 24, but he had a feeling that was not going to be the case like he had assumed. It wasn't that he wanted to give in to pressure from the other boy's parents, the one that had got beaten up by Brock, although the principal well knew that Spencer's brother had only been defending Blanche and hadn't instigated anything.

However, he didn't know how to avoid it as they were pretty rich and also had many political connections, while Dr. Spencer Reid was an unknown. He didn't want to throw Brock to the wolves, but what choice did he have if he wanted to keep his job?

"Well…" The principal began to prevaricate.

"Would you please get on with it so I can go make sure my brother is truly all right," Spencer told the man calmly, but with steel beneath his tone. "I know you said it was just a bump on the head and lots of contusions, but I'd like to check for myself."

"Well, the reason I wanted to talk to you was to explain that the parents of the other boy are threatening to press charges. They say that it was an unprovoked attack and since they are very powerful people with a lot of money I don't know that there's anything I can really do," the principal said and Spencer did not react to this at all.

"I hope you informed them, that to press charges over such a minor incident is a waste of time, and I'll make sure that the false charges are thrown out of court," Reid stated calmly.

"I did, and I'm pretty sure it's all bluster because they know they don't have a case, and are just trying to get me in to acting on their behalf," the principal said.

"Well, if they do attempt to press charges I can inform them of a few facts, since I am a federal agent and work for the BAU. I won't threaten to press charges, although I will for false statement if they really go through with it. I know for a fact that Brock wouldn't have started the fight, but he would've stepped in if somebody was being bullied and he happened to come across it. Out of all my brothers Brock has always been the peacemaker and never starts fights. Really, he is the most like me. I know bullies are part of any society, especially high schools," Spencer said with a grimace, "but I will not have one of my brothers have false accusations leveled against him."

Spencer turned pensive then and then added, "I could've let all six of them skip a couple of grades they are that intelligent, but I wasn't about to let them go through the same thing I did when I skipped."

"You were bullied weren't you," the principal asked, a light of understanding dawning in his blue eyes.

"That's in the past," Reid said refusing to discuss it, especially with the near stranger. "I got through it, but I won't have my brothers put through the same thing, which is why I refused to let them skip a couple of grades, although the teachers at their old school wanted them to because classes were dead easy. It is better that they learn to interact with their peers, so they won't be outcasts like I was. All six of my brothers have been adjusting so well over the last year and have told me how much they enjoy school and I don't want this one incident to ruin that."

"Well, I think that I will inform Mr. and Mrs. Algernon that if they try to press charges that their brother is an FBI agent and it would never reach court," the principal said with obvious relish in his tone and Spencer took that to mean that this was not the first such incident with the Algernons. They probably threatened to press charges at least once or twice a year and it probably never went anywhere. They seemed like the type of people that felt their son was perfect and couldn't possibly be a bully and were therefore burying their heads in the sand about their son's many faults. If their son did not correct his path sometime soon, he would probably end up with a record and possibly in prison.

"That will certainly ruffle their feathers, but I doubt very much that they will pursue the matter especially seeing as all the other boy has is some contusions," the principal said.

"So how did Brock get the bump on the back of his head?" Spencer inquired.

"He slipped in the schoolyard while he was trying to protect a girl that just transferred here this last month. I tried to tell her parents that it was late to enroll her, but they explained, that the husband had been transferred by his company and even though he knew it was halfway through the school year, he didn't want to have to hire tutors, especially since he had no idea who to hire since his family was new to the area. I have to admit that Blanche is catching up rapidly with all the work she missed over the first half of the school year and like your brothers she is really intelligent."

"I'd like to go see my brother now," Reid requested politely getting tired of this conversation because it was going absolutely nowhere and now wasn't the time for chitchat, which he had never been very good at anyway unless they were talking about facts and figures. "I believe I'll have a word with the Algernons myself and inform them exactly what will happen if they continue down this current path and make a false statement against my brother. I will not have Brock have any kind of juvenile record, or a black mark on his school ones especially when he was not at fault. I will not have any kind of black mark on his official records follow him for the rest of his life as it could prevent him from getting a scholarship to the best schools."

The principal knew this to be true, and sympathized with Dr. Reid who obviously loved his brother very much.

"If the other boy was more seriously injured and it was more than a few bruises, then I wouldn't try to prevent that mark, well so long as it was Brock who had instigated it," Reid said, "but the Algernons are making a big deal out of nothing and I don't understand why they just don't send him to a private school where bullying is more seriously dealt with."

"That's probably why, no private school would put up with it and he would be expelled after the third offense," the principal said and Reid nodded. "Not to mention that Sylvester isn't a very good student I'm afraid and depends on his parents money to get him out of trouble. No private school would accept him because of his poor grades if nothing else. Sylvester is fairly intelligent, but he just doesn't put any effort into his classes or schoolwork and has been encouraged to be lazy, instead of studying hard so he can go to a decent college and go into a career he loves."

"Is what happens a lot of times with the children that come from rich families, although that's really just a stereotype and many of them do study hard, get good grades, then go to college, but some of them seem to believe that they can live off their families wealth and depend on it to get them out of trouble. If this Sylvester doesn't correct his path soon then he's going to end up in prison later in life or at least with a record and all because his parents buy his way out of trouble instead of dealing with it properly and that's with discipline, not coddling," Reid said. "Deep down the Algernons likely know that their son is turning into a bully, but turn a total blind eye instead of dealing with it."

Reid shook his head knowing, that he and Shannon had been tough on his brothers when they were younger if only to teach them that there were consequences for their actions and that they needed to think before they did act. Thanks to him and Shannon being tough, but fair on them when they were much younger, they had turned into very mature young men just like he himself had been. They had never gone through serious acts of rebellion like a lot of teenagers had, and for that Reid was grateful.

"Well, in any case, it's not my problem unless they make it so by trying to level a false accusation against my brother and then I will make it my business and they will regret the day they ever met me," Reid said looking incredibly fierce.

The principal was taking aback, for Reid's had gone from his normal mild-mannered self to a force to be reckoned with, all in a matter of seconds and the principal realized that this man, no matter how young he was, was not going to be pushed around and he almost couldn't wait to see the fireworks that were probably a little way down the line, as the Algernons who had been considerable thorns in his side for a number of years and were about to meet somebody who would not be intimidated by their empty threats.

"I'll take you to your brother now," the principal said and Spencer nodded looking grateful.

"That would be much appreciated," Reid told him, even though he had memorized the layout to the school sometime ago and could find his own way quite easily.

The principal rose from behind his desk and Spencer politely held the door open for him and then the two of them headed towards the school infirmary at a quick pace, although the principal who was considerably shorter had trouble keeping up with the younger man's long stride.

~~~Spencer and Aaron~~~

"How are you doing, Brock?" Spencer asked his brother as soon as he saw him laying on one of the infirmary beds.

"I'm fine," Brock promised him. "It's only a few bruises that will heal up in a few weeks."

Both Spencer and Brock knew that really the bruises would start to disappear within hours thanks to their werewolf physiology, so by morning, it would be like this incident never happened. The only problem was how to explain they disappeared so fast. Spencer studied his brother intently and noticed that most of his bruises on his legs and chest and those areas would be covered by his clothes so it looked like they had gotten lucky. Spencer was going to have to have a very long talk with Brock about getting into fights though because one of the reasons they kept such a low profile was so that stuff like this wouldn't happen.

It was a fact about werewolf physiology that they healed fast, even from broken bones and luckily, Spencer had never had one and had to wear a cast for weeks even when he knew his limb was healed and he never wanted to experience it either if he could help it although he realized that he had a very dangerous job and that it could very well happen.

"You were very lucky that it wasn't worse, young man," the nurse told Brock coming to stand on the other side of the bed from Reid. "You might want to take him into the hospital to have an x-ray just to be on the safe side, although I couldn't find any broken bones or major problems," the nurse told Reid who she thought was very handsome and wouldn't have minded dating him except that he was only in his early 20s and she was 35, which was just too much of an age difference for her.

"I will," Reid promised her.

Brock rolled his eyes at his brother, because he and Spence both know that thanks to their werewolf physiology the bruises would be healed by morning as would the soreness and the bump on the back of his head.

"Brock can go home, but I would recommend you stay home for at least a day or two and also that you check on him every couple of hours at least tonight as I'm not sure if he has a concussion or not from bumping his head on the ground, although I admit he doesn't seem to."

"I'm not surprised, as Brock has always had an exceptionally hard head, but thank you for taking care of him," Reid told the nurse with a smile, shaking her hand.

"I was only doing my job," the nurse told him politely flushing slightly at the brilliant smile Reid was shooting her way.

"Can I take the rest of my brothers as well?"

"Well," the principal said, "I don't see why they can't finish out the school day once you go by and pull them out of class and assure them that their brother is okay, because they all wanted to come and sit with him until you got here and I convinced them to go back to class. I'll make sure to remind them to bring your brother all their homework assignments."

"Alright then," Spencer finally agreed. "The school day is nearly over anyway."

"I'm sorry to pull you away from work," Brock told his brother.

"It's all right, missing a couple of days doesn't really mean anything," Spencer said calmly. "I can always consult over the internet if the team has to go out of town on case and gets stuck."

"But you love your job," Brock protested.

"Yes, I do, but again a couple of days isn't going make me love it any less when I go back. You and your brothers come first always and you know this, since it's been drilled into your head since you were small. Family always comes first," Spencer said firmly. "Besides, as much as I love my job, I could probably use the break, even if it's only for a few days."

Brock nodded and got up from the bed Spencer standing by his side ready to catch him in case he started to he fall because he was dizzy or something.

"I'm fine," Brock told him just a little irritability and Spencer gave him a look that made him shut his mouth but he knew that he and his brother would be having a conversation as soon as he was well enough, which would probably be later tonight.

His brother was the lowest rank in a werewolf pack and that was an Omega, but it also made it easier for him to transition in between the ranks and then slide back into his natural mild personality. Brock knew that his brother had had to learn how to stand up for himself so that he could protect him and his brothers better. Normally he was a gentle and quiet, but he knew how to slide into an Alpha's personality quite easily now, although it had been extremely difficult to learn how. He had to though, because he and his brothers had been quite a handful when they were younger, and Spencer had had to get them to obey his orders without an argument most of the time. Shannon had been there too of course, but she had to let Spencer handle them most of the time when he was available so that he could learn how to get them to listen to his orders when she was no longer there.

He and his brothers childhood had been good for the most part, except Brock remembered how sad his older brother had been when he had learned of his father's suicide, for Spence had still loved the man even though he had abandoned them. Brock didn't even remember their father at all, and neither did his five brothers, but then again they had been only four when he'd left so he supposed it wasn't really surprising that none of them, except for Spencer had memories of the man. In a way, this was a good thing, as none of their memories were tainted by their father's actions when he had lived with them or by his abandonment, four years after their births. On the other hand, it wasn't a good thing at all because it meant that they didn't have any memories of the man that had contributed to who they were today. Spencer didn't speak about his father often and from what he knew from Shannon or had overheard he knew that his father had treated his oldest son rather shabbily, due to the fact that he was unathletic because he was so clumsy and also more intelligent than any ten people even back then.

Brock shook his head thinking that was a rather stupid reason for abandoning your family, but he also knew that his father had been unable to handle his mother's growing schizophrenia, so that had contributed to it as well. Brock supposed it didn't really matter, not to him and certainly not to his brothers. Besides, they'd had Shannon and Spence growing up and because of them they had been raised with love as well as disciplined when it was needed. He and his brothers might not have appreciated at the time being punished, but he knew children needed rules and boundaries and also discipline when required in order to grow into good people. The punishments had never been harsh or unjustified, but it did show him and his brothers that there were consequences for doing the wrong thing that would be more serious the older they got and could even land them in jail. No werewolf would survive very long in jail and would end up killing themselves as they needed to be able to run free, and he and his brothers were smart enough to see that.

"Come on, Brock, let's go home," Spencer said a few minutes later once he had signed the release papers.

"Let's get out of here," Brock said eagerly, as he followed his brother out the door.

~~~Spencer and Aaron~~~

"So?" asked Spencer as he sat by Brock's bed as he had insisted that his brother lay down and relax while his injuries healed.

Brock didn't need to ask what his brother meant for it was obvious as there was only one thing he could mean.

"Blanche, is my mate," Brock told his brother. "I had to step in and you know that I would have at least gone to get a teacher if I hadn't walked upon that damn, stupid asshole Sylvester Algernon bullying someone else."

Spencer didn't bother to correct his brother for his language like he normally would have, because when your mate was in danger it brought out every protective instinct a wolf possessed. He also didn't bother to ask his brother if he was sure that Blanche Carmichael was his mate, because he knew that his brother never would have said anything if he hadn't been. He knew that his brothers were the proper age for the mating instinct that all werewolves possessed to have activated as that happened at sixteen, but for Brock to discover his mate before he had even graduated high school was surprising, as was the fact that Brock was the second member of the Reid family to have a mate who was human. His father didn't count because his mother hadn't been William Reid's True Mate, for if she had been he never would have been able to leave her or his children like he had. A werewolf would no more leave their True Mate then they could stop loving the smell of a forest or running beneath the moon.

There was a way to transform a human into a wolf by feeding that person some of their blood, but it was supposed to be quite painful, as a werewolf's blood burned as it raced through a human's body and gave them the ability to change their shape just like other werewolves. A lot of human mates choose not to go through it, but to stay as they were and Spencer could hardly blame them for that decision. He knew that as soon as he had told Hotch his secret and convinced him it was true, even if that meant shifting shape in front of him, that his mate would want to be turned into a werewolf to. If that occurred he would definitely be an Alpha, since he already had one of the strongest, most forceful Alpha personalities that he had ever encountered in a human or a werewolf.

"All right then, I suppose you are going to have to get to know Blanche Carmichael then," said Spencer and Brock nodded looking dreamy. "So if I may ask why haven't you discovered she was your mate before now since according to the principal she has been here for a month."

"Well, it's a big school as you know and Blanche and I don't share a single class and although we do have the same lunch period, me and my brothers usually eat outside near the trees, especially now that the weather is so nice."

Spencer nodded having figured it was something like that.

"Alright then, I would like to meet this Blanche, although I realize she doesn't even know I exist and she probably doesn't know your name either," Spencer said.

"Luckily, for me she's the same age as I am and will graduate at the same time. In the meantime though I'm going to do my best to get to know her, maybe by sitting at the same table during lunch," Brock said.

"That will be a good place to start," Spencer told his brother with an approving smile. "I'm happy for you and I'm looking forward to welcoming her into the family, although I hope you'll go to college once you graduate to get a degree."

"Whoah, big brother, let's not get ahead of ourselves," Brock told Spencer blushing. "As for college that's only a possibility if Blanche and I go to the same one as you know, as there is no way I could be separated from her for the four or five years it would take me to get a degree."

"We both know that you are way too intelligent for I to take you that long," Spencer told his brother with a smile. "I know you and your brothers have never had IQ tests done, but I wouldn't be surprised to discover that they were close to my own. We both know that you have no trouble in school and could have skipped a lot of grades if I or Shannon had allowed it."

"At the time I or my brothers didn't understand your decision to not allow us to skip, but now we do," Brock said. "You didn't want us to face the same kind stigmatism that you did, being pushed into lockers deliberately, or being shoved down on the floor to be trampled on."

"Having your head shoved in the toilet," Spencer muttered almost to himself.

"We're all older and wiser now and we understand that a lot of children, or even adults wouldn't accept somebody who was way smarter than they were, especially someone four or five years younger. You wanted us to learn to get along with our peers, and not be so awkward in social situations like you used to be."

"I wouldn't have wanted you to go through what I had to," Spencer told Brock gently. "I know that bullying goes on at any high school, especially the public ones, but usually it isn't so extreme like it was in my case. Children don't appreciate being shown up by someone they consider a know-it-all, especially if they are considerably younger. I was lucky that I had Shannon to talk to who helped me sort out my feelings about the bullying, although she couldn't really do anything about all the children picking on me like they did. Also I hope you realize that there is a difference between a little teasing, and the extreme physical abuse that I went through because of just a few people not the whole school."

"But none of the teachers or the students helped you out," Brock pointed out looking indigent and angry on his brother's behalf even though his high school career was years the past.

"It's over and done with," Spencer told his brother gently, "I'll never forget, because as you know I can't due to my memory, and even without an eidetic memory you don't forget stuff like that. However, you have to realize that all that bullying helped for me into who I am today and decide that I wanted to help people and use my intelligence for good, when I could have easily gone into some kind of business and made a fortune. There are a lot of good decent people out there Brock and you can't be against humanity until you learn more about the world. I know there are a lot of ignorant, arrogant people out there to, but I chose to help the good and decent people who are victims of some killer or rapist or pedophile. In a way, I did it to get back at our father, even though he's dead, to prove to him and to myself that I was nothing like he thought I was. He thought I was useless just because I was so clumsy and he couldn't see that not everybody is good at sports and that the human race is very diverse. Every human on the face of the earth has different talents, and mine is my intelligence and the ability to absorb and remember information at warp speed."

"And do your coworkers appreciate your talent?" asked Brock a little curiously.

"They do," Spencer said with a smile, "and like you and your brothers they are my family now. Family is not always related by blood or marriage, but by how close you are. Morgan is like an older brother, Gideon more of a father then our own was, JJ and Elle are like the sisters I never had, Garcia is like a crazy aunt as she is very flamboyant, but also warmhearted and genuinely caring and compassionate and as for Hotch…."

Brock already knew that Aaron Hotchner was his brother's mate even though he had never met the man. In fact, he and his brothers had known practically from the moment Spencer had met his boss, as their brother had come home all excited, which was a very unusual state as Spence was usually calm and collected and yet he had been practically skipping with happiness and joy on that particular occasion and he had been in a pretty good mood over the last year.

"So when are you going to tell this Aaron Hotchner that you two are mate's that you're a werewolf?" asked Brock.

"I don't know," Spencer admitted looking suddenly uncertain, which was very unusual as usually his brother always knew what to do. "We've only known each other a year, and while he is a stern man and almost always serious, underneath that gruff exterior is a warmhearted, compassionate, caring individual. Aaron Hotchner isn't the type to believe that such things as werewolves are real unless given a practical demonstration, which I can do mind you, but..."

Spencer bit his lip as he thought about that.

"You're afraid to tell him," Brock realized suddenly. "You are afraid that he won't accept you."

"Maybe a little," Spencer admitted a little sheepishly. "I mean we've only known each other for a year after all, and although we've gotten pretty close in that time, he is still my boss. Besides, relationships for someone on the same team are not exactly encouraged, although they aren't really forbidden either just so long as it can be proven that the two involved can still do their jobs without worrying about their spouse and I have to say that both Hotch and I should be able to do that without too much trouble. We are both professionals after all and we're both good at internalizing our fears and concerns and not letting it outwardly affect us."

"You can't keep it from him forever though," Brock said, "as you know that even working beside him every day isn't really enough. I don't know how you keep working in such close quarters with him, and not jump his bones."

"It hasn't been easy," Spencer admitted blushing. "When we're in the office or out in the field it's easier as we're not in close quarters then. When we are in a meeting, like we were when the principal called because you had been hurt or in close quarters like an airplane, it's harder, but I've managed so far, although I know that can't continue."

Spencer didn't bother to mention the intense sexual dreams he'd been having about and Aaron Hotchner for the last year and how much harder it had been getting to get rid of his hard-ons as time went on. He had been taking a lot of cold showers recently and sometimes even that didn't help. When he got a hard-on at work he tried to think of things like icebergs, or being trapped in a place like Antarctica, without the proper cold weather gear. Since his memory was eidetic most of the time that worked.

"You need to tell him because if what the Alpha of the Las Vegas pack told us was the truth, you could drive yourself insane being around him every day and not letting him know of your feelings," Brock told his older brother, "and I know being away from him for any length of time would be even harder, and depending on how strong you're will was, eventually impossible."

"I know," Reid said looking pensive. "There are some things that Keenan didn't mention, simply because you and your brothers were so young when I went to college and you weren't really old enough to hear what he told me."

"But you were only 13," Brock protested.

"Yes, that's true, but Shannon told the Alpha that I was way more mature then other 13 year olds and that I could handle that information that isn't usually revealed until a pup is 16," Reid said.

"So what did Keenan tell you?" asked Brock curiously now.

"Well..." Spencer began, as he remembered back to what Keenan, the Alpha the Las Vegas pack had told him over 10 years ago now. "He told me some of the horror stories of what happens when a True Mate doesn't accept a werewolf. This only happens if the True Mate is human and not another wolf. When a human True Mate doesn't accept the fact that the person they've been dating is a werewolf and tells them to get lost it either ends in suicide or a killing rampage."

Spencer went on to tell his brother some of the stories that Keenan had told him.

"Well, let's hope that doesn't happen with Blanche or your Aaron because, I for one don't want to die at such a young age."

"Sometimes the mate survive even if they feel like half their sole has been ripped away, like Aunt Shannon, but it doesn't happen very often, since most mates would rather join their other half in death then live without them. In any case, I don't believe you need to worry about it at the moment," Spencer soothed his brother. "You've only just met Blanche after all and as for me I do plan on telling Aaron my secret just as soon as the team has more than a few hours of free time."

"So when do me and my brother get to meet the team that you work with?" asked Brock.

"Sometime soon," Spencer promised his brother. "You know how protective I am of you and your brothers and I had to get to know them before I would let them anywhere near you, well besides, Gideon."

"We haven't seen Uncle Gideon in awhile either," Brock said with a grin.

"The team has been extremely busy that's all," Spencer told his brother. "I'm glad that the team wasn't already on the plane flying to some city when the principal called me."

"Perhaps, this weekend we can have a cookout and you can introduce all of us to your teammates?" Brock suggested.

"Well, that's possible just so long as we aren't all sent on a case in the meantime," Spencer said thinking about it. "I'll mention it to them when I go into work, but I'm sure they'll all be eager to come as they've been wanting to meet you, as Gideon and I tell them about you all the time. They understand that I'm very protective of you, with good reason, so have waited patiently and not badgered me until I learned to trust them."

"Do they know why you didn't trust them right away?" asked Brock.

"No, not really, but they are all intelligent and observant people or they wouldn't be part of the BAU, so I know they have guessed that I had a reason not to trust any of them until I got to know them. They likely have guessed that I was bullied, because as I said they're all extremely intelligent individuals and know how people can be to someone who doesn't fit in," Spencer said. "I have revealed little pieces of my past as we got to know each other, sometimes inadvertently because that happens when you work so closely with someone. Garcia knows the most about me, because Gideon had her do a background check while I was still in college."

"So, Garcia isn't an agent then?" asked Brock.

"Well, not technically," Spencer admitted. "Not a field agent anyway as her expertise is from behind her computer screens. She is the team's technical analyst and although she has traveled with us once or twice when her expertise was needed in the last year it doesn't happen very often at least so far. Garcia is a whiz with computers and can find out practically anything, about whatever person the team needs her to do a background check on. Still, she is part of the team even if she stays behind at Quantico while the rest of the team travels. Still, we wouldn't have caught so many unsubs without her help as it's very hard to hide anything from her unless it has never been recorded electronically. Each one of the team brings their own area of expertise."

Brock and Spencer continued to talk until the brothers heard the door unlock and all five of their brothers enter.

"Hey, Brock are you really alright?" asked Al as soon as he entered his brother's bedroom followed by the other four.

"I'm fine," Brock assured his brothers. "It was only a few bruises, and the bump on the back of the head."

"Yes, his head is too hard to take much damage," Spencer said dryly causing laughter. "He was damn lucky and he knows it."

"So why did you defend that girl," asked Bailey, "as that isn't like you at all as we all know you are more like Spence here then the rest of us and prefer to play the peacemaker."

"Her name is Blanche," Brock said, "and she is my mate."

All five of his brothers stared at him in shock for a moment and when they all saw he wasn't joking at all and understood why Brock had had to step in. The sextuplets all understood what finding your True Mate meant, even if none of them had expected for one of them to find theirs so early, they all understood that Blanche was now an unofficial part of the family who would hopefully, become an official part of it in a few years. They also understood the consequences if that did not happen, but they preferred to concentrate on the positive and not the negative.

"Well, we'll just offer our congratulations now," Jason told his brother giving him a hug the others following suit.

"Thanks, but it's not like I went looking for my mate so I was not expecting to meet him or her until I was at least as old as Spence here."

"Things often happen when you least expect them to," Reid told his brother with a small smile patting him on the shoulder gently. "At least in this case it's a good thing and not a bad one."

"So have you decided how you going to officially introduce yourself?" asked Bailey curiously

"I just thought I'd sit with her at lunch and hopefully, we'll introduce ourselves and it will go from there," Brock explained.

"It's best to start out slowly," Spencer said approving heartily of the plan. "The best relationships start from friendship, and it sounds like to me that your Blanche could use a friend or she probably wouldn't have been bullied."

"Why do you say that, Spence?" asked Logan.

"Because bullies prefer solitary victims," Spencer explained and Logan nodded for that made sense. "You can help your brother, by being friends with her as well, and making sure that she is never alone in order to be picked on. However, you need to keep your distance as well as Brock needs time to really get to know her and she doesn't need to develop a crush on any of you as that would just complicate things."

"Doesn't the rescuee usually fall in love with the rescuer? At least that's what movies would like you to believe," Ethen said.

"Those movies are based on actual truth, although there's a great deal of the writers taking free license when it comes to stuff like that."

"So the writers create whatever their imagination tell them too," Logan said.

"Yes and a lot of times the truth of the story gets lost in that writer's interpretation," Reid said. "Still, rescuer and rescuee tend the bond because of the shared danger, although a lot of times that bond is only temporary, but not always. In any case, the ideas for books and movies have to come from somewhere and a lot of it is based on real life events that either happened in the writer's life or someone else's."

The seven of them continued to talk for awhile until Spencer shooed them towards their rooms so they could do their homework including Brock who was fine as his bruises were already starting to fade thanks to his wolf genes.

~~~Spencer and Aaron~~~

"So how's your brother?" Gideon asked as soon as Spencer appeared at work two days later.

"He's fine, it was just a lot of contusions and the bump on the head," Spencer answered.

"So is Brock in any trouble?" asked Morgan.

"No," Spencer said shaking his head, "he was defending a new girl by the name of Blanche Carmichael that moved with her parents when her father was transferred to Washington by the company he works for about a month ago. The parents of Sylvester Algernon tried to cause trouble and threatened to press charges against Brock claiming that it was an unprovoked attack on their son, but I calmly explained to them what would happen if they went to the police and filed a false report. There were way to many witnesses for the charges to ever hold up in court including several teachers."

"It sounds like they believe the sun shines out their kid's backside," Elle said rather crudely, but no one disagreed.

"That's entirely accurate," Spencer told Elle. "Apparently, the family is quite well off and has many political connections, but then again so do I. They blustered a bit, but once they realized they were going up against someone that knew the law inside and out and that wouldn't back down and that I also worked for the FBI there was no way they could discredit me enough to get at Brock, so they decided to let it go. I tried to explain to them what would probably happen if their son continued down the path he was on, but they didn't want to listen and showed me the door."

"You can't change peoples attitudes," Gideon said wisely shaking his head, "especially if they don't want to change."

"In a few years, we'll probably be putting Sylvester Algernon in jail for some kind of crime," Morgan commented.

"It's possible he'll straighten up before then," Elle said although even she looked doubtful.

"I doubt that," Reid said, "simply because his parents encourage his behavior by not disciplining him when he does something like acting a bully. Children need boundaries and discipline to show that they're real consequences to their actions, and from what I've seen of the Algernons he's not getting that from them. I have yet to figure out why he's not going to a private school, since the Algernons are definitely rich enough to send him."

Spencer didn't mention what the principal had told him about Sylvester Algernon about how his grades were so poor because he didn't half listen in class and it wasn't due to intelligence, but pure and utter laziness, that likely came from having everything handed to you on a silver platter instead of working hard to earn it.

"By the way, how would all of you like to meet my brothers?" asked Spencer changing the subject.

"When?" asked Garcia excitedly who had just come into the bullpen.

"I thought I would have a cookout this weekend, so long as we don't have to case before then, and you could all come and meet my family," Spencer said.

"Can you cook, pretty boy?" asked Morgan.

"Of course, I can," Spencer said rolling his eyes at Morgan, "Aunt Shannon is one of the best cooks I know and she taught me all her recipes. She insisted that I needed to learn how to cook for myself and not eat out all the time as not only was that not healthy it could get expensive and I had six brothers to support. She told me that she wouldn't be living with me forever, and that I had to learn how to take care of myself and my family when she wasn't around to do that."

"Spencer is a good cook," Gideon chipped in. "I've been over for dinner a lot in the last four years."

"You mean you've met his family and we haven't," Garcia protested looking upset.

"Yes, but you have to remember I met Gideon three years before I met any of you. He's the one that encouraged me to join the FBI and go through the training, after all. He was with me every step of the way and even called in numerous favors to get me into the BAU instead of me quitting because I couldn't pass the physical aspects. He even went out of his way to get the physical training waivered in my case."

"You should be honored that he's allowing you to come to his house and meet his brothers as that means he trusts you," Gideon chipped in. "He would never invite you to his place to meet his family if he didn't trust every single one of you as he's very protective of his brothers."

"That's been rather obvious for quite awhile now," JJ said coming out of the office, "although I suppose if I'd had to raise my siblings practically by myself, I'd be very protective to."

"I didn't raise my brothers all alone guys," Spencer protested. "Aunt Shannon was a very big help and I never could've done it without her. I'm still not sure how she handled all six of my brothers practically by herself as my mother was practically no help and my father definitely wasn't. I'm not saying I didn't help, but I had school and homework, and later college courses, and even more homework."

"Which would have been incredibly easy for you," Morgan teased him.

"Just because it was easy doesn't mean that it didn't take me time to do it even with the laptop that Aunt Shannon bought me so would be easier and faster to write my essays and do my other homework. I'm sure you will remember how much homework they give you in college, which is much more than you ever get in high school."

"Oh, yes, I remember those days," JJ said looking reminiscent, "Do I miss them?" JJ seemed to think about it for a minute then said, "No I don't think I do."

"Who does?" Morgan said remembering his own college days.

"So all of you up some good hamburgers, hotdogs, and all the food that goes with having a cookout?"

"I am," Morgan said looking eager, "I don't ever pass up free food, especially when I don't have to go buy it considering I can't cook."

"Can I bring anything?" Elle asked.

"Some dessert or a beverage," Spencer suggested. "Really whatever you want to bring will be fine."

"So is bossman also invited?" Garcia asked looking at Hotch's closed office door.

"Of course," Spencer said. "I was just going to go make him the same offer I made all of you, although if we are out of town the cookout will have to be rescheduled for another time."

"Which might very well happen," Gideon said and everybody nodded in agreement.

"Well, if it does we'll just reschedule for another weekend," Spencer said. "We can't all put our lives on hold, just because we're gone out of town so much and things have to be rescheduled. We have a right to a private life, as we can't work 24/7. We'll all burn out quicker if we don't take breaks from our jobs, especially one that is as highly stressful as ours is."

"That's not always easy," Morgan said, "as our days off often get interrupted when we're called in."

"That's the price we pay for being the most elite unit in the FBI," JJ said philosophically. "If we weren't so good at what we did, our services wouldn't be required so often."

Gideon and Spencer smiled at each other when they heard the other four members of the team discuss excitedly the cookout that Spencer wanted to have at his place in just three days.

"Well, it looks like they're excited," Gideon commented to Spencer with a half smile watching his teammates. "I'm proud of you for finally inviting all of them to meet your family as I know it takes a lot to gain your trust."

"All of you are really like family as well," Spencer told Gideon. "You know the reason I don't trust easily, as you know my full past while they don't. I'm sure they have guessed a lot of it since all of them are extremely intelligent individuals, not that I have neither confirmed or denied either way. What I'm trying to get at though is if I do trust them to watch my back when I'm out in the field, I can trust him with my brothers lives as well."

"Good, you're making progress," Gideon said approvingly. "Besides, it's healthy to be a little suspicious and not too trusting as we both know there're a lot of extremely bad individuals in the world."

"I know," Spencer told Gideon quietly. "I have made sure that my brothers understand this as well and to always be careful about whom they trust because while some people are obvious in their evilness, others are more subtle."

Gideon said nothing, but slapped Spencer gently on the back to silently tell him how proud he was of the progress his protégé had made.

~~~Spencer and Aaron~~~