A/n thanks again to all who've read and reviewed.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from CM, only my own characters. Also it has been a very long time since I was in high school, so please forgive an inaccuracies in teenage behavior.

Dr Reid goes back to High School

Spencer entered the bull pen at Quantico, dressed in his usual attire and feeling much more at ease with himself. He dropped his messenger bag on his desk and went to the break room for some heavily sugared coffee.

"Hey Reid, you ready to go back to high school?" Morgan asked, entering the room and opening the small refrigerator. He took carton of milk out and poured a little into his own coffee mug. He dropped in just one teaspoon of sugar and stirred it up while watching Reid grimace over his greeting.

"I don't know how I let myself get talked into doing this." He said with a shudder. They headed back to the bull pen. Emily looked up and smiled at them. "Hey Reid, isn't this Career Day?" she asked.

"Yeah, I gotta leave to go over there in an hour, but I wanted to get some paperwork done first."

"No… what you wanted to do is hide out here and hope we get a case." Morgan corrected him, ignoring the other man's look of death.

Emily smirked and Reid murdered her with a look. She laughed and agreed with Morgan. "He's right, you are hiding. I don't think we'll get a case in the next hour anyway. Agent Green isn't quite as efficient as your wife in organizing our lives. It's driving Hotch crazy."

Reid had to snort over that remark. Emily was right, Hotch was a little annoyed by Agent Green's haphazard way of doing things. Reid privately pitied the young agent; he knew what it was like to be the new kid on the block.

"How's Penelope these days?" Spencer asked, looking sideways at Morgan through the bangs that perpetually fell into his eyes.

"She's tired, Damian keeps us both up at night, but she refuses to let me help her with him. She says she is perfectly capable of keeping her other "babies" up and running on slightly diminished brain power. She tells me that I need all of my sleep to keep up with the crazies we chase. I'm not sure whether to be insulted by that or not."

Emily opened her mouth, and then shut it with a snap when Morgan looked at her.

"He's only six months old Derek, give it a few months and he'll start sleeping through the night." Reid lectured and got a glare from Morgan for his pains.

"Right, well I seem to recall that your wife is due to pop at any minute. I don't think you are going to be so cool, calm, and collected when she does. In fact, I got fifty bucks that says you faint. "

"I'll take that bet," Emily said promptly.

"Ha, ha you two make me laugh my ass off," Reid said sarcastically. "If you two are through, I'd like to get some work done."

"We're through, but only for now," Morgan said, ruffling the younger man's hair.

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An hour later Reid was in his SUV, and on his way to his sister's high school in DC. It was ridiculous. He was the last person to agree to get up in front of a bunch of teenagers and talk about his job. He didn't even have any visual aids. He had collected some old case files to take, and then JJ reminded him with a smile that crime scene photos wouldn't go over big with the teacher.

As he drove he tried to anticipate the questions the kids might ask. Surely they wouldn't ask anything too difficult to answer. In fact they would probably be bored by the whole thing, and when it came time for questions he would be left standing there with nothing to say while the silence stretched out like a tight rope. Okay, so maybe that was just a tad overdramatic, but he could see it in his head and he didn't like the scary pictures he was getting in his brain.

He should've talked Gideon into coming with him, and then he could let the older agent talk to the kids. He was good at that. He couldn't bring himself to do it though. Lisa would've been upset and disappointed. When had he become so wrapped around his little sister's finger? He realized that he was three blocks from the school. His hands began to sweat and get slippery on the steering wheel.

Come on Spencer, it's not the inquisition, or the firing squad. It's just kids, stop freaking out!

The truth was that he'd rather face a violent offender pointing a loaded gun at his head, than a classroom full of kids. He pulled into the parking lot and got out of his truck. He stood looking at the building, and suddenly remembered every beating, every time someone locked him in a locker, or flushed his head in one of the boys' bathroom's toilets. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and straightened his tie. He was going to go in there and do this for Lisa. He reminded himself that he wasn't a ten year old kid anymore, he could handle this.

He locked the car and turned to head into the building. He opened the main doors and sighed with relief when he wasn't immediately hit with the fear he'd always experienced when entering his high school. No one here would hurt him and if they tried, they'd become a guest of the Federal Pen. He turned left as Lisa had told him and walked halfway down a long hallway filled with lockers painted a dark blue. He saw to his left the doors to the office. The hallways were decorated with colorful signs welcoming the adults in for Career Day. He noticed other adults looking as out of place as he felt and his hands finally stopped shaking.

A short dark haired woman smiled up at him when he entered the room. "Can I help you?" She said pleasantly.

"Ah… Yes, my name is Dr. Spencer Reid. I'm here for Career Day." He managed to say without blushing or stuttering, well not too much anyway.

"Oh yes Dr. Reid, we're expecting you. Why don't you sit down over there? One of the counselors will be in soon to show you to the classroom you will be talking to today." She gestured to a chair at the back of the room. There was another man sitting by the only other unoccupied chair. He did look like an investment banker, and a rush of relief overtook Reid that his job was more interesting than numbers. Not that he didn't like math, but high school kids were going to chew this poor man up and spit him out!

His butt just hit the chair when two women walked in the office. One was older and blond. She spoke briefly with the secretary and then came over to Reid.

"Agent Reid, or do you prefer Dr. Reid?" She asked holding out a hand to him. He took it and shook it. "I don't have a preference." He replied smiling weakly at her.

"Okay, Dr. Reid it is. I'm Dr. Shelly Taylor. I'm one of the guidance counselors here at the school. I'll take you up to Lisa's class. She's been looking forward to this for weeks. I'm glad your schedule allowed you to come." Reid followed her out the door. The other man and his counselor followed them and they turned the opposite direction. The other man smiled weakly at Reid, and then they were gone around the corner.

"Dr. Reid…"

"What… oh sorry I was just thinking that maybe this wasn't a good idea. I mean it was a good idea for you to have this event it's just that…" Great, now he had offended her.

To his surprise she smiled widely at him. "Don't worry Dr. Reid, they won't bite, I promise."

He didn't believe her, but he smiled back at her anyway. It was the longest walk he'd ever been on, but he didn't want it to end. They finally got to the classroom door and Dr. Taylor grinned at him and said. "Here we are." She opened the door and he stepped in behind her, his brain once again asking him what the hell he was thinking.

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Jessica nudged Lisa's arm when the door to the classroom opened and Dr. Taylor entered the room. She watched Spencer walk in behind the doctor and stand to one side. He looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him.

"Girl, you're brother is hot!" Jessica whispered over the rest of the chatter that had erupted in the room when the door opened.

"You say that every time you see him." Lisa whispered back. She noticed the teacher was looking at her and she jerked her head at Jessica. "Shut up!" She hissed at her friend.

Jessica grinned and turned back to stare at the delectable Dr. Reid. Mrs. Carmichael shushed the class and Dr. Taylor said.

"Boys and girls, as you know today is Career Day and we have a profiler from the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit." She turned to Dr. Reid and gestured him forward. He walked up to her looking extremely nervous at the sight of all of these kids.

"This is Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid. He is -"

"That's some title, is that what they call all the nerds in the FBI." A student called from the back, most of the other kids laughed.

"Henry Dugdale, be quiet and show some respect for once in your life." Mrs. Carmichael said, staring down the dirty blond headed boy in the last row of seats.

Hank smirked sullenly at the teacher while his friends laughed. Lisa was glaring at him and Jessica kicked her. "Stop looking at him like that!" She said through clenched teeth.

"Dr. Reid is a profiler for the FBI. He's helped catch some of the worst serial killers, pedophiles and rapists in the country. He's also helped catch arsonists, and serial snipers. Yes, he is a genius with three PhDs which is why his title includes doctor. He is Lisa Reid's older brother and we have her to thank that he is here today." Dr. Taylor explained.

Lisa felt her face go red when the rest of the class looked around at her. Most of them were murmuring to each other and pointing, some were openly laughing at her. Jessica was beaming in her direction, and when Lisa looked up at Spencer, he smiled at her.

"Dr. Reid will tell us a bit about what he does at the BAU, and then we'll take a few minutes for you to ask questions. Please pay attention so that you can ask intelligent questions." Dr. Taylor concluded, emphasizing "intelligent" with gritted teeth.

Lisa thought that was asking a lot from her fellow students, she only hoped Hank would keep his big mouth shut. She noticed he and his buddies were whispering to each other. Spencer either didn't notice or he chose to ignore the boys.

"Be quiet boys… or you 'll all be joining me in Dr. Anderson's office!" Dr. Taylor warned sternly, her eyes boring into Hank and his group.

She turned to look at Mrs. Carmichael. "I think that's all the introduction Dr. Reid needs. I'll leave you to it then. She shot more daggers with her eyes at Henry Dugdale and his gang, and then she turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.

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Reid had expected to feel more frightened upon entering the classroom with his escort, but surprisingly the bad memories he thought would surface, stayed buried. He realized as he looked around, that he was no longer a child that could be bullied. He let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and relaxed the death grip on his messenger bag. He leaned down to put it next to the teacher's desk.

He listened to the introduction the counselor made, and upon looking around the classroom, found Lisa looking anxiously at him. She was clearly embarrassed by the attention she was getting, so he tried to make her feel better. He was amazed to feel nothing when the Henry kid called him names. The kid was just a bully after all, and Reid had known so much worse.

"Dr. Reid, would you like to begin by telling us how you got into the BAU?" Mrs. Carmichael asked, with an encouraging smile.

So he told them about working on his third PhD, and attending a lecture given by Gideon at Georgetown University.

"Agent Gideon said that I asked so many astute questions that his curiosity was peaked. He had to talk to me, and that's how it all started. Now it isn't normal for a nineteen year old kid to be courted by the BAU, but Gideon said he thought I had the necessary talent to make a good profiler. I always wanted to catch the bad guys and here I am."

"The BAU has twenty six members. We work in teams of six or seven, and we get called to all kinds of crime scenes to figure out how and why the unsub picks a particular victim."

A small red headed girl in the front row raised a hesitant hand. She was blushing furiously, and stammered out when he acknowledged her, "What's an unsub?"

"An unsub, or unknown subject is the person that kills or rapes or sets fires. We call him or her that because they are unknown to us when we are called to the case." Reid replied.

He went on to explain the techniques and specialties the team employed, including their tech goddess Penelope Garcia. He got the attention of several people in the room that had been ignoring him, and talking to each other, when he mentioned Garcia.

"So you can go into a room and look at the body and know who did it just because of how they kill someone or how they tear up a room." This was asked by a plump brown haired boy in the third row.

"Yeah, we have lots of things to help us like precedence and interviews with known serial killers that are in custody." Reid said.

"Does anyone have any more questions for Dr. Reid?" Mrs. Carmichael asked when he finished his speech.

A pretty black haired girl raised her hand and asked. "Are all the profilers as cute as you?"

The rest of the girls in the class erupted into giggles. Reid felt his face beginning to go red. He began to reply, but was cut off by another girl asking without raising her hand. "Are you married?"

Was he married, hello didn't they see the wedding band on his finger?

Another girl said. "Dr Reid can we come out to Quantico and see where you work?" More questions like this were flying around the room, and most of the girls were giggling, and laughing, and eyeing Reid with open interest.

He was unable to respond to any of it, his face crimson. Then a male voice from the back hollered over the girls. "I don't believe it." Hank Dugdale said, scoffing at Reid's speech. "You can't just walk into a room and tell what someone is thinking or what they are all about. It's all just a bunch of bull shit!"

Some of the other boys nodded their heads and a lively argument broke out. "Children…be quiet and listen to your guest, or you will be visiting Dr. Anderson's office is that clear!" Most of the kids shut up after that, but Hank continued to challenge Reid.

Mrs. Carmichael was about to send him to see the Principal when Reid, recovered from his earlier fluster, said, "No, don't do that, I can show the kids what I mean, if they want to see."

He waited till all the kids were silent and he carefully watched Hank as well, not that he needed to study him. He knew bullies and that was exactly what Henry was.

"Mr. Dugdale, this morning you beat up and took this young man's lunch money." He gestured to the dark haired boy in the fourth row that kept his head down and wouldn't look at anyone, but Reid had seen the bruise forming under his eye and his furtive scared glances in Hank's direction.

"You surround yourself with kids that are bullies like you because it makes you feel powerful. Your own father has been beating you since you were a small child. Your mother ignores the abuse and your pain because he hits her too. You hate your father, but you love your mother even though she lets it go on. Your father is an alcoholic that can't hold a job and your mother doesn't leave the house…" He trailed off when he realized that everyone including the teacher was looking at him as though he'd grown another head.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Carmichael; I guess I got carried away." The students began to talk amongst themselves, and Hank was glaring at him with so much hatred that Reid decided to inform Gideon about this young man. Maybe a call to child protective services was in order as well.

It took the teacher some time to quiet the class, and Reid noticed that Lisa was watching him intently. He was about to apologize for his bluntness, when the fire alarm began to blare through the room. He grabbed his bag and followed the teacher out into the hallway where other classes were spilling out of their rooms. He didn't know whether to laugh, or be concerned at the apparent nonchalance of the kids as they made their way out into the sunny parking lot.

He started a little when a hand touched his arm. He looked around to see Lisa walking beside him. She smiled at him.

"Hey peanut!" He said, and laughed when she flushed red. "Spencer… stop calling me that, I'm not a kid anymore!" She whined, making him laugh. They walked side by side to the outside of the building.

"I can't believe they scheduled a fire drill for today." Lisa said to Jessica.

They stood in the parking lot squinting against the sun. Spencer took out his sunglasses and put them on. "Way to go Spencer, now you really do look like an FBI agent." Jessica teased.

"I'm going to talk to Dr. Taylor and find out if this was just a drill, or if something else is going on." Reid said, leaving his sister to pass the time with her friends.

He found Dr. Taylor at the front of the group speaking to a tall dark haired man, with graying temples. He wore a suit much like the one Reid had considered wearing that morning. "Dr. Taylor, is this a drill or the real thing." He asked.

"Oh… Dr. Reid, this is Dr. Mark Anderson. He is the Principal of the high school." Reid shook his hand and Dr. Anderson said. "It's a pleasure to meet you Dr. Reid. Your sister is one of my best students and one of my best behaved." This he added as though it was the more important of the two, and maybe with his job he had a right to think that way.

"Dr. Anderson, is this a drill or something else?" Spencer repeated his previous question.

"We don't know it wasn't a scheduled drill so we'll wait till the building is cleared." They began to hear sirens in the distance and most of the kids began to cheer as they thought this meant an early day.

The truck pulled up its siren wailing so loud that conversation was impossible. Reid was making his way back to Lisa when his pager vibrated against his side where it was clipped to his belt. He stopped and pulled it off the belt loop. When he saw the message, he felt his heart begin to race.

"Spencer… hey Spencer… what's wrong!" Lisa said approaching him at a slight run. "Spencer, you're white as a sheet, what happened?"

"Ah - I have to go." He stammered, turning in the general direction of his SUV.

"Spencer, what's wrong?" Lisa repeated, grabbing his arm when he began to walk away.

"Ah - it's a 911 page from JJ. She's in labor." Spencer said with a terrified and stunned look on his face.

"Wow… that's great… can I come with you to the hospital." Lisa shouted.

That seemed to wake him up. "No… you have to stay here. It's probably going to be awhile before the baby comes and you would be bored waiting at the hospital." He said.

"Oh Spencer please… I promise I won't complain!"

"No… stay here at school, I promise you I'll call you when anything happens."

"Your brother is right." Dr. Taylor was standing behind Jessica. "The firemen have cleared the building. It was a small grease fire in the kitchen that set off the alarms. No damage and no one hurt, so we are resuming classes!"

Everyone else was getting the news and there was a general grumbling amongst the students at this news. The teachers were herding everyone back into the building. "Dr. Taylor… can I walk with Spencer to the car?"

"Alright, but then you get back into class okay?" The older woman patted her on the arm and said to Spencer, "congratulations, give you wife our best from the school."

Spencer made some vague remark and headed to his car. He couldn't believe that an hour ago he'd been worried about talking to a classroom full of kids. This was so much more important than that! This was a reason to be terrified.

"Hey, it's going to be okay. You are going to be an awesome Dad." Lisa said when they got to his car.

He stopped and stared at her. "How do you know? I never really had a Dad, what if I screw it up?"

"You're nothing like our dear old Dad, which is why I know you are going to be great. You're an awesome big brother, so it can't be that much harder to be a Dad, right?" Lisa took his hand and her touch reassured him that even if he screwed it up, his kid might turn out okay. After all, he and Lisa were okay in spite of William Reid's influence on them. His heart finally began to beat normal speed. He squeezed her hand and gave her a shaky smile.

"When did you get to be so wise?" He asked her.

"When I found my big brother, and he taught me to be wise." She gave his hand another squeeze, and then she let him go and stepped back.

"Love you Lisa… and I will call you when the baby is here, okay."

"Love you too Spencer, if you don't call me, I'll sic Morgan on you." She teased.

"Don't do that… I'll be good… I promise." He said with mock horror, and crossed his heart and hoped to die. She watched him start the car and drive away before going back into the school.

A/n one more chapter to come