Recap of my hiatus from writing this story: Needed CM detox that involved reading Jodi Picoult, cleaning, day-dreaming Glee fan fiction (ended thinking of a terrific Reid crossover but I'm on the fence about writing it as there isn't much review traffic in that section), and trying to read the Moneypenny Diaries (failed miserably on that one). And finally I just finished watching season six of CM.

I know I could have cut this down significantly, but I seem to enjoy in-depth descriptions. People who have read my first big CM fan story know that I love "setting the stage." Enjoy and be patient.

Quick Update: I am re-reading this broad daylight and can see all the missing words. Sorry.

Trivia Quest: What do the names of the new character and the apartment complex have in common?

Reviews are welcome and encouraged as always.

Chapter 2:

"Explain to me again why I am not at the station working on a geographic profile?" Reid asked as the Hotch drove him, J.J. and Morgan to the Harris Luxury Apartment Complex.

"There isn't much of a geographic profile to work on as the boys were abducted from different locations," Hotch said. "Where the boy's body was found leaves no clue as to what might be his comfort zone. We need to analyze how the last boy was abducted and get some perspective on why he was chosen."

Reid nodded and returned to flipping through the file. Morgan was watching him intently. "Reid are you sure you're up for this?"

Reid threw him a look of irritation. "The guy bullied me in high school. But he wasn't the leader of the pack. In his mind it was just good fun. He probably compartmentalized what he did to me as part of the development of his aggressive personality. He eventually learned to channel this kind of energy into something less physical and helped him become the high-powered C.E.O of one of the most profitable sports betting operations in Vegas."

J.J. looked into the rear-view mirror to look at Reid. "You know he can't hurt you anymore," she said.

Reid slapped his hand against the window. "Will you all please just stop?" he angrily. "I'm not afraid of this guy! I told you about my past experience with him to help explain how he might have picked up a few enemies. I'm just not crazy about facing someone I have tried to forget about which I can't given my eidetic memory," he said with a sudden laugh of frustration.

"Reid if you didn't want to be on this case you should have said so back at Quantico," Hotch said seriously. "I could have found-"

"No its okay Hotch," Reid said apologetically. "This is my home town and I know it better than anyone else. I couldn't just sit this one out based on what happened more than fifteen years ago."

Reid looked out the window. "Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin."

"Where's that from genius?" Morgan asked.

"Barbara Kingsolver. Not an author I'd usually read. But Garcia swore she'd try to read Dune if I read Animal Dreams."

The whole team shared a brief moment of laughter. Their young genius agent had failed to recognize that he had been conned.

"Mr. and Mrs. Davis I need you to calm down," Sherriff Jeff Pross said.

I pace around the dining room. I couldn't remember the last time I wanted to break something so badly. "How can I be calm when my son is out there!" I shouted.

Sally was hovering around the detective playing with the strange large square console thing that would track would trace where the kidnapper was calling from. "Are you sure that thing is set up properly? It's eight o'clock and they still haven't called."

The detective seated at the table kept his eyes on the console. "Ma'am for the fourth time, everything is in working order," he said with a harsh edge to his voice.

This only infuriates me even more. I walk over and slam my right hand on the table. "Show some respect! The last boy was found strangled and beaten on the beach of Lake Mead when the kidnappers couldn't get a hold of the parents. That can't happen here!"

The detective looked at Pross, exhausted, frustrated, and I didn't care. Suddenly Pross' phone beeped. "Thank God," he muttered and walked to the door. Sally and I followed him and we heard a knocking sound on the door. The sheriff opened the door.

A man in a suit holding his FBI credentials up appeared. "Sheriff Pross my name is Special Supervisory Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner."

"Welcome," Pross said with a visible look of relief on his face. He beckoned me and Sally forward. "Mr. and Mrs. Davis, these are the FBI agents I called in to consult on the case."

Hotchner stepped out of the way and a blond woman appeared. "This Special Agent Jennifer Jareau." She greeted us warmly and shook both our hands. "I promise we're doing everything we can to help bring Tyler home safely."

Sally was instantly drawn to this woman who had shown the first sign of gentle concern we had encountered. She put an arm around my wife's sagging shoulders. "Let's go sit down and discuss some of Tyler's favorite things to do." Sally nodded and walked with her to the living room.

Pross looked out the door. "I was expecting more of you," he said.

"We have an agent going over the building layout right now and will be checking in soon. There is one on the ground helping with the canvassing and another talking with the parents of the other the boy at the police station." Agent Hotchner also stared at door. "The agent in charge of profiling Tyler's room should be here-"

There was the sound of hurried footsteps. "Sorry, I got lost," the scrawny young man with a messenger bag slung around his shoulders said as he rushed in.

His appearance slowly sunk in. His hair was shorter but there was still a slight wave to it. I never thought he'd be so tall. He looked liked a nerd with this brown sweater vest over a crooked a red tie. Memories flashed through my mind. Pulling books out his tiny hands and tossing them in the trash. Shoving his head into a toilet. Pouring soda onto his pants. Shoving-

"This is Dr. Reid," Aaron Hotchner said. But I was barely listening as my knees began to wobble. Spencer locked eyes with me. I saw no fear or desperation. It was a shock to my system. His face changed. His hair was longer. His eyes widened in terror as Niles and I hoisted him up the flag pole. His hair turned blond.

I took a few blind steps forward and fell to my knees. I broke down and sobbed.

"Oh God Spency! I'm so sorry!" I shouted and fell backwards.