He always won. No matter what anyone would try, he always won. Poker was his weapon against them and they hated it. He was an arrogant son of a bitch that deserved a good hit to the head. In his defence though, he was excellent at his job. He moved along the drug dealing ranks faster than anyone could ever imagine, he was one of the guards now. He protected the boss, with his little bitch, who isn't a prostitute. Most of the men found that out the hard way.

Lily Charleston watched the intense poker game from the bar. He was counting cards again and none of the men he was playing against even realized. She sighed as he won another round and an arrogant smile donned his gorgeous face. He had turned into an amazing drug dealer and guard. All that training from those five months paid off.

"UGH!" Spencer cried as his body slammed into the mat again. Steve was not going easy on him and had almost broken one of his ribs.

"C'mon skinny boy, get it together, I taught you how to block every punch I throw and you still can't block them!" Steve exclaimed in a frustrated manor.

"Don't you think you're pushing him just a little bit, Steve?" Jake asked as he calmly walked into the ring and helped Spencer from the floor. He was panting hard; the past month had taken a lot out of him. What with the training, the "dealing" and being away from his team, he was starting to wear himself out.

"Hey, the runt should know this, we have been teaching him everything we were taught." Steve shot back.

"Yeah but he isn't getting it in the three year process you guys had, or in Jake's and mine's case, our childhood." Charlie added as she went to Spencer's other side and looped his arm around her shoulder. Jake and Charlie, now holding up an exhausted Spencer, both levelled a glare at the tall man.

"Alright fine, he can take the rest of the week off and practice his shooting." Steve finally exalted.

"Yeah and maybe he can figure out a way to get that pesky hacker off his trail!" Aaron added. He was seated at his computer adding onto the new identity for Spencer.

"She won't stop until she finds me." Spencer gasped out in a desperate attempt to say something. Charlie cast a concerned look at him and she noticed he was slowly losing his battle to sleep.

"Spencer, let's go back to the apartment, you need sleep." She told him simply as her and Jake started to lead him out to Charlie's car.

It seemed she always lost track of her thought when she watched him play poker. It was intriguing the way he would stare down the cards, how he'd look right through his opponent's moves, and especially how if one looked closely enough they could see his calculations in his eyes.

"How the hell do you always win?" Dmitri finally exclaimed, slamming his chair to the ground in the process.

"It's because he's a better player than you." Lily called from the bar where she sat. Then she gracefully stood up and walked over to where her partner sat, winning poker games.

"If you don't like losing your money, Dmitri, you can always leave, the door's that way." Gray said as a lazy smile graced his features and he jerked his thumb in the direction of the door.

"Go to hell." Was all he muttered as he gathered his stuff and left the table to get a drink.

"Anyone want another round?" Gray asked, the rest of the men shook their heads and pushed their chairs from the table.

"You've gotten more ass hole-ish." Lily whispered in his ear. All Gray did was raise his shoulders in a shrug.

"It helps us get by, doesn't it?" He pushed his chair from the table and got up, "Shouldn't you call Chris for more stock?" He asked in code. It actually meant, 'shouldn't you call your brother, Danny, and ask what the police have?'

"Yeah I will. I'll be back in a few." And with that Lily left the quiet room that occupied the boss' guards.

"So Gray, how exactly did you end up meeting Charleston again?" One of the men, Johnny, asked. Gray smirked as his eidetic memory went over how she apologized for getting him kidnapped and poisoned by crazy serial killers when they first met. It was in that hospital room and Morgan had been listening.

"Well, we met through the business. We're all ex druggies of some sort. She used to deal to me, she helped me get clean and stay that way and she offered me a job. The end." Gray told them shrugging off the story like it was nothing.

"But she is so damn sexy."

"And she is so damn unavailable." Lily sneered as she came up behind the man who said that, scaring him off his bar stool in the process. All the other men laughed and teased him; Gray and Lily were the only ones who did not.

Gray could immediately tell something was wrong from the look on Lily's face. He did have years of profiling under his belt. She quickly motioned for him to leave with her.

"Sorry boys, it looks like we need to head out." Lily told the immature men.

"And thanks for your money." Gray added as they left the room and walked through the dingy hallway leading to the elevator.

"What's going on?" Reid asked as the elevator doors closed.

"I'll tell you in the car." Charlie answered. The small ding of the elevator alerted them that they were in the parking garage. The briskly walked to the new car Charlie had for the 'drug dealing' occasion. It was Aaron's but he lent it to her. A 1973 Nova SS, dark green, she had a thing for muscle cars.

"So what happened?" Reid asked as they drove out of the parking lot and onto the bright streets of Las Vegas.

"I called Danny and he told me there have been some rather suspicious killings. He also told me there were unknown concoctions of drugs in their systems. Like the stuff that Dmitri and Darius have been testing." She said. He looked at her suspiciously.

"And...?"

"And the chief called in the BAU, your team more specifically." Reid tensed and his cool demeanour completely drained out of him. He had turned back into genius, weak and miserable Spencer Reid. Not the infamous dealer and guard Reid Gray, but Spencer Reid, the kid with the IQ of 187, the eidetic memory, the reading 20 000 words per minute, and the trust issues.

"No, no, no, no no no no no! Crap, this is all going to go to hell, they are, oh crap, what are we going to do? If they recognize me? That could ruin the entire facade we have built! Charlie, we need to do something! I am not able to... OW!" Charlie cut him off with a rather hard punch to the arm.

"Shut it, Spence, we just won't let it come to that. They won't get anywhere near you and we'll make sure your face is covered most of the time alright? Plus you look different than you did five months ago." Charlie assured him. It was true though, he did look different, very different. He had grown some stubble on his chin; he wore designer clothing, jeans that fitted his model-like body and shirts that complimented his look. He kept his hair short but he styled it differently and his posture and personality changed. He was no longer the small, skinny, slumped over awkward guy who stuttered when talking. He now had muscle definition and could take down a guy twice his size. He could charm any girl he came across. He also never stuttered and had a lazy yet sexy way of speaking. Dr. Reid had truly left the building.

"Are you sure?" Reid asked. He nervously wrung his hands together while he waited for her answer.

"Yes, plus, you'll look good in a fedora." Charlie smiled as she drove them back to their penthouse apartment.

...

Unbeknownst to the two young undercover agents, the BAU agents were getting off their plane and getting into their provided SUVs. Each one of them were wondering the same thing, would they see Spencer Reid? They would probably see him, but they probably won't recognize him.

Hotch, JJ and Emily were all still feeling extremely guilty. They felt as if they pushed him to do drugs, to destroy his career. Morgan was angry at everything but, from that note of Reid's he found he was relieved in an odd way. It was like Reid had told him that he was fine, Morgan truly wanted to believe it but seeing as the way Reid treated him it was hard. Then again there was always an internal debate going on inside Morgan's mind.

Rossi however was still sceptical. He didn't believe that Reid was ever on drugs, he just needed to figure out why Reid would pretend. Of course Rossi would never tell anyone that he had other suspicions about what Spencer was truly up to. He liked for the others to figure it out for themselves.

As the black SUV holding the agents sat at the intersection waiting to turn to get to the police station a dark green car drove by. It caught the attention of everyone in the silent car due to the loudness of the motor. Morgan looked out the passenger window and noticed the car was an old Nova, an early 70's model perhaps? The windows were tinted so no one could see in but the agents were pretty sure that whoever owned the car was not someone to be messed with.

...

As Charlie drove though the intersection Reid's eyes wandered to the black SUV waiting to turn, not thinking much of it. He remembered when he would sit in one of those and joke with the team. He really did miss them sometimes, even though he said all those terrible things.

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I was slightly on an "I don't want to write" Hiatus, sorry for the random drop of this story. Good news is I am back on track, I hope and I'm not going over two weeks in my update times, I promise! Cause it's been like 5.

KAY, sorry again, and hope you enjoyed!

~Love SpiderKate