It was annoying and insistent. It was interrupting a wonderful painless dream, and it was going to be shot. The cell phone on Reid's bedside table was about to die. Spencer groaned angrily and rolled to the side, completely regretting that action when it was met with pain all throughout his shoulder and torso. Spencer's sudden yelp of pain did however wake up the sleeping body beside him.

"What? What is it?" Charlie gaped, as she tried to fully wake up. She was lying next to Spencer, having fallen asleep there while looking after his concussion.

"Phone!" Spencer gasped out between clenched teeth, trying to hold his breath against the pain.

"OH!" Charlie said in understanding and reached to grab the phone. "Hello?"

"It's me; we have a bit of a problem." Aaron replied. Charlie sat up straighter and glanced over at the pained lump that was Spencer Reid, already suspecting the bad news had something to do with him.

"What is it?" She asked all business and none of the usual playfulness in her harsh tone.

"Spencer Reid is dead. They found blood at the scene and of course the damn CSI's tested it before we had a chance to steal it or tamper with it."

"Fuck." Charlie said which had the crumpled form beside her more aware.

Reid had realized something was amiss when Charlie had switched to her no business tone. He tried sitting straighter in bed, but with 3 broken ribs and no pain medication it was a little hard.

"Char, what is it?" He asked in a strained voice. All she did was put the phone on speaker.

"What do we do about it?" Charlie questioned.

"Well, first off we have to make sure no one tries to tell Mrs. Reid. If she thinks her son is dead and then he is somehow actually alive, well she might just go more nuts than she already is." Aaron's voice said floating through the wireless device.

"I'm right here Aaron." Spencer muttered darkly. He didn't overly appreciate his mother's illness being talked about so carelessly.

"Sorry bro, anyway, we're going to have to deal with this."

"Okay, so have Jake call the hospital and make sure that if anyone tries to tell Diana her son is dead, they do not get to her. Also make sure the doctors know he is alive, but there is strict business he is dealing with that no one can know about. Also we have to somehow keep the BAU from connecting Dr. Reid, to Reid Gray." Charlie said.

"Yeah, right, any ideas Dr. Reid?" Aaron asked. Reid thought for a minute, and then came up with the solution.

"Well, we're just going to have to keep Spencer dead for a little while longer, and convince the LVPD and my old team that I was working for myself now as Reid Gray." He said. He didn't actually want to do that, but there were only two options. He could tell his team and ruin the operation he had going or, he could lie some more.

"Alrighty then, it's settled, let's go prove your old self is dead and your new self is still kicking." Charlie muttered, a sudden evil light sneaking into her eyes.

"And how are you going to do that?" Aaron asked. Reid was watching Charlie warily. She was up to something.

"Well, Aaron, you do owe me a favor…" She pointed out with a slightly manic smile.

….

Hotch was pacing back and forth, his foot falls hardly making noise on the hotel carpet below. He had told Garcia to let him tell the team. Although he had yet to admit it to himself that he had shot Spencer Reid. Hell he had been waiting for the kid to waltz back into the BAU like nothing happened for months, but now… Hotch shook his head to try to clear his thoughts. He had to deal with what happened before the team found out from another source. He winced when a sudden memory of Garcia's tortured sobs came back to him. She was so broken up about what happened to the young ex agent, he had considered telling her to take a few days off. But there was still a case to consider and he wasn't about to let more young women be killed.

Suddenly four loud knocks on the door woke Hotch from his racing mind. He had been up all night, in various positions that spanned from sitting, to pacing, to lying on his back on the floor.

"Hotch, were leaving man!" Morgan said through the door. Hotch had to tell them, he had to. He didn't want to but he had to. He somberly made his way to the door, opening it slowly and told Morgan to gather the rest of the team in his room. Morgan immediately noticed that something was amiss and hurried off to comply with the request.

Once the team was all gathered in the room, and all had various looks of confusion on their faces, did Hotch start talking.

"As you know, I shot and killed the man that shot Morgan and whom we all believed to be Reid Gray." He began, and then took a deep breath as worried looks crossed the faces of his team. "Garcia called last night and told me the results of the blood test." Hotch took another deep breath, "It turned out not to be Reid Gray's blood, but, um, the results came back positive to Spencer Reid." Hotch finished off.

In the room there was one beat of silence before Morgan stood from his seat and shook his head back and forth.

"That's not possible Hotch! It can't be, you couldn't have, Reid wouldn't have…" Morgan trailed off not quite sure what to say.

"Maybe the blood was there before you shot…" JJ trailed off, not quite wanting to say who was shot.

"The CSI's were positive it was Spencer's, they had a sample of it from when he was still a part of our team." Hotch stated calmly. Rossi was about to say something when Morgan shot across the room and grabbed onto Hotch's shirt.

"How can you be so damn calm about this?! You shot Spencer Reid, you shot him Hotch! Does none of this even get to you?" Morgan demanded right in Hotch's face.

"It does Morgan, I'm feeling so unbearably guilty at this moment, but we have a case…" Hotch suddenly found himself pushed roughly against the wall, hurting the sore spot from where he was kicked. The older agent winced in pain, but still held a steady gaze with Derek.

"A CASE? My best friend is dead and you're thinking about a case? Well guess what? This case has gotten not only my friend but yours too, killed! Why should I be thinking about this god damn case?!" Morgan yelled before dropping his hand from Hotch's shirt and storming out of the room.

"We, we're sure…?" JJ's broken whisper interrupted the tension filled silence after Morgan left. Prentiss immediately ran to her and hugged her, while JJ wept about the loss of her friend. To her it didn't matter that he had been fired or that he had been on drugs. She had been trying to get him back for the longest time, and then just as he was in her reach, he'd been taken.

"Garcia faxed me the papers, they're sure." Hotch mumbled solemnly. Rossi who had remained silent throughout the entire conversation just shook his head. He had been so sure…

"I just don't know why he would be there…?" Emily suddenly muttered, her own tears had started falling. That was what snapped Rossi from his thoughts.

"Yes, why would Reid be there?" He said aloud, and then turned to Hotch, "Morgan said, he moved quickly, and rolled out of the way right?" Hotch nodded, "And Spencer has never been known to be that good a shot. Hell the kid can shoot to kill, yes, but to maim, he never was very good at that. If he was to maim it would have been by accident, so how did he shoot Morgan's shoulder without hurting anything else? None of this makes sense." By then everyone else's minds were whirring with the same questions.

"You're right…" Hotch muttered. Morgan who had been out in the hall trying to calm down, re entered the room.

"Yeah, but that doesn't matter anymore! You shot him Hotch; we felt for a pulse man, we didn't find one. None of these questions matter because Spencer is dead." Morgan exclaimed as a few of his own tears fell from pain filled eyes.

"We…we'll need to notify his mother." JJ told them and as she looked up anyone, not just profilers, could see the large amount of pain and grief on her face.

"Oh no." Emily whispered beside her. Diana Reid, a paranoid schizophrenic, who had lost everything but her son in the past, was now without anyone she loved. How were they supposed to tell her that the only person who truly makes her life matter is dead?

"We should do it after…" Hotch began.

"Don't you dare say we should do it after the case! We should be there right now Hotch!" Morgan snapped. That froze Hotch in his tracks. Suddenly, the shrill ringing of someone's cell phone interrupted the tension. Hotch unfroze just as quickly as he had frozen and answered the phone.

"Hotchner." He answered, "What is this man willing to tell us?" whoever was on the other line said something, "Alright we'll be there." He said and hung up.

"And who was that?" Rossi asked.

"It was Officer Moscoe. He just informed me that someone inside the drug organization has been arrested and has come through with some information on Reid Gray and Lily Charleston in exchange for a deal."

"Wait, what about Reid's mom?" Morgan asked anxiously.

"We'll go immediately after we talk to the witness." Hotch said. Then with that being said the team gathered their things and left to go to the police station, all wanting answers about just who was on the motor cycle and why was Spencer Reid involved.

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Hehehehe, so sorry for taking so long with the update, but you see I was in Florida and was all lazy and vacationy, but now I'm back, don't fret! Also I went to Harry Potter World, it's fantastic you should all go! Also R&R, much obliged and it helps me write, also if I don't update in forever feel free to do some forceful reviews to make me write, not anything mean, but something funny or begging enough to get me going again, I don't mind! Once again R&R have a nice day!

~Love SpiderKate