AN: So I hate myself a little bit for not updating sooner. I'm sorry! But here it is! Also thanks so much Fiction111, you're PM made me feel really good and helped me past my final block. And also everybody else too, you guys are fabulous! Also Reid's gun looks akin to Dean's gun in supernatural, BTW.

DISCLAIMER: I still don't own Criminal Minds, or its characters. I do however own Charlie, Jake, Steve, Danny, Dmitri and Darius. They live in my closet.

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"What?" JJ whispered, taking half a step forward, hesitating, for the man standing in front of her was not the same Spencer Reid she had once known. His hair was short and styled, he had a good amount of stubble on his face and he was very well dressed. Neither she nor any of the other BAU members had ever seen Reid look so handsome and put together.

"Let's talk somewhere more privately." Jake suggested, and the stunned Agent Hotchner, led the three men and the rest of his team to the conference room. The BAU team slowly sat down at the rectangular table and faced Reid and the Marines for an exclamation. But before one could come, JJ jumped out of her seat.

"But Hotch shot you!" She said, looking at Reid as if he were a ghost.

"It was a good shot too, probably would've killed me if it weren't for the helmet lining. I was extremely lucky." Reid replied in a lazy manner, the team was shell shocked; he had even changed in the way he spoke.

"Spencer has been working with my group, undercover, for the past five and a half months. We trained him, taught him and moulded him into the character, 'Reid Gray'." Jake added.

"Does anyone know about this? Besides…" Hotch asked, gesturing to the two large men that stood on either side of Spencer.

"Strauss knows, Charlie talked to her before I started to, um, change, I guess, and a few of the uppers in the FBI know." Spencer explained.

"My Uncle is on the board of directors at the FBI, he knows." Jake spoke up.

"Reid, you're telling us that you've been undercover as a drug dealer for all these months and you shot me, yet you're just randomly and out of the blue coming to tell us this why?" Morgan questioned calmly, yet behind his calm was an anger and hurt that could barely be read if it weren't a profiler.

"Charlie has been kidnapped by two men, whom I believe are your unsubs." Reid replied in a steely voice. Danny froze up at this statement, his mouth dropping open and his heart beating overtime. He knew he had felt that something was wrong, call it twin telepathy almost. He had always been somewhat connected to his sister, like the time she was shot in the shoulder, he felt a nervous twitch in his shoulder the entire day. Danny started to breathe a little heavier, he had no idea what those unsubs were going to do to his sister, but he hoped to any deity out there they would not rape her. She could handle anything but that.

Suddenly a hand clapped firmly on Danny's shoulder and squeezed reassuringly. Danny tried to slow down his breathing, with his brother's support.

"So you're saying you got my sister kidnapped?" Danny accused quietly. Reid turned to look at him and immediately felt grief at the thought of losing his partner. He quickly covered it up again and put his work face on.

"No, I did not get Charlie kidnapped. She signed up for this job. Before me, if I may add, so she knew the risks."

"Wait just back up a minute," Morgan said, "So you weren't doing drugs?" Reid tensed suddenly.

"No." He ground out, "I was not using Dilaudid." He clenched his fists, he did not want to talk about his almost usage of his old poison.

"But why would you lie? Reid, we understand that you were angry with us…" Hotch began, stepping forward to try to comfort his old agent.

"I was angry with you? I AM angry with you! You lied and betrayed me and pushed me to almost…!" He stopped and took a breath to calm himself, "Look, I need to find my partner before she winds up dead."

"And how to you propose we do that?" Rossi questioned, talking for the first time since just after Reid arrived.

"I'm planning on shaking down some of Darius' and Dmitri's runners, and I want you guys to keep on doing what you're doing. The profile." Reid replied, shrugging his shoulders carelessly.

"So you're going to do this right now?" Reid nodded, "Then I'm coming with you." Morgan stated, standing from his chair. Reid rolled his eyes and sauntered over to him.

"Fine, just stop looking so… Federal Agent like." And with that, Reid left the conference room, getting odd looks and stares as he went, with Morgan trailing behind. Outside, Reid took Charlie's keys to her Challenger which he got out of storage. He was still ignoring Morgan's presence when he entered to muscle car.

"So, you shot me." Morgan said as he sat in the passenger seat. Spencer looked at him for a moment, then started the engine and backed out.

"Yes and I'm sorry." He finally said back to Morgan.

"Why?"

"Because it was necessary for the situation I found myself in." Morgan raised his eyebrow slightly at the comment. Reid however took a deep shuddering breath and tried to let himself calm down. Seeing the team again had brought back an intense longing to work at the BAU again, and also brought back feelings of anger, betrayal and most of all regret. He truly hated seeing the hurt faces of his teammates, and he especially didn't like the look JJ had given him. The look was as if he had come back from the dead, which he sort of did he thought to himself as his cracked and broken ribs reminded him.

"Are you hurt?" Morgan asked, breaking the quiet of the car. Spencer quickly took his eyes off the road and looked at Morgan, truly looked at him for the first time in five and a half months. He was tired looking, his arm in a sling to not jostle the bullet wound and he looked hurt.

"I'm sorry," Reid replied instead of answering the question, "I had to leave the BAU before I went insane. The night that Charlie offered me the job I had bought Dilaudid, filled up a needle and was just about to go for it. She saved me from falling into drugs again and at the time she hadn't even realized I was about to use. And yes, I know I was awful to all of you, but I had to put up a front, it was for a cover story." Reid's mouth turned into a smirk at how well his cover story had worked out.

"You could have just told us." Morgan said.

"I could have, but then you would have never assumed that I could have possibly been the unsub and that would have made the cops not trust the feds even more and that would have created a mess." Reid explained and then as an afterthought, "I left you a note."

"Which I found right before we came to Vegas for this case." Morgan grumbled. He was not in the mood for Reid to act like none of this was affecting him. He knew that Reid was more affected than he was letting on, but he had gotten better at hiding it.

"I'm sorry, I had assumed my desk would have been cleared out and someone would have given you the note." Reid said as they pulled up along a side street. Morgan ignored his apology and looked around him, they were in a worn down part of Vegas, yet still somewhat off the strip.

"Where are we?" Morgan questioned. Reid just shook his head and cut the engine.

"I'm going to need you to do me a favour." Reid said as he reached across the car and opened the glove compartment to remove a silver gun. Morgan raised an eyebrow in confusion; that was not Reid's usual gun.

"What's the favour?" Morgan finally asked after wondering about Reid's new choice in armed assistance.

"Do not interrupt anything I am about to do, do not question it and most certainly do not stop it." Reid told him in a stern Hotch-like voice, with no room to argue.

"What are you going to do?" Morgan questioned, Reid however, did not answer and got out of the car. Morgan quickly followed. They made their way to a darkened alley and inside a deal was occurring. The dealer, Morgan guessed, was thin and wiry with greasy black hair and pale skin. He was handing pills to some kid who was shaking with the strain of wanting them so badly. Morgan heard Reid make a disgusted sound in the back of his throat as he watched the kid pop three pills after receiving them from the dealer. Morgan was about to ask Reid just who they were about to talk to when Reid cleared his throat loudly enough to get the two guys' attention. The younger kid who was popping the pills started and Morgan watched his eyes widen and saw the fear settle into them at the sight of the ex-federal agent. The addict took two shaky steps backward, looking like he was hoping to flee somewhere.

"Did you pay the man?" Reid asked the boy coldly, standing in a relaxed and dominant position. The kid nodded jerkily.

"Then go somewhere else." Reid ordered him; the kid only nodded and ran past Morgan, choosing to stay away from Reid. The dealer looked nervous, clearly he knew that something bad was about to happen. He knew from Reid's posture and the fact that Lily Charleston was not with him that something bad had happened, and his suppliers, Dmitri and Darius were probably involved.

"Hey, Mr. Gray, how can I help you today?" The dealer said and added in a swooping bow in mock respect for the senior dealer. Reid had no patience for the man's games and in two strides grabbed the dealer by his neck and shoved him into the alley wall. Morgan sucked in a small shocked breath; he had never seen Reid do that before.

"My partner is missing. Dmitri and Darius are my top suspects. Where did they take her?" He questioned calmly and with a repressed anger that made the black haired man's eyes widen in fear.

"I, I don't know, I… they…" The dealer stuttered. Reid tightened his grip on the man's neck and pulled his silver gun from the waist band of his pants. With a cool clam Reid clicked the safety off his gun and put it on the dealer's forehead.

"That wasn't the answer I wanted to hear." Reid said very quietly. The dealer was now shaking quite visibly. Morgan on the other hand was quite stunned and slightly appalled by the turn of events. Morgan took a step forward to stop Reid from hurting the dealer when his friend shot him a look. The look stopped him in his tracks; it actually frightened him a bit. He had seen that look on some unsubs who were desperate for what they wanted and knew who they had to kill to get it.

"Look, I don't know nothing about them taking Miss Charleston…" Reid pressed the gun more firmly against his forehead.

"BUT they have this warehouse where they took some hookers! The ones that turned up dead!" The dealer desperately cried. Reid responded by clicking his safety back into place.

"Where?" He questioned stonily. The dealer gave him the address quickly and all in one breath. Reid put his gun back into his pants waistband and shoved the man into the wall.

"Whatever you do, don't tell them that I'm coming, if you do, you won't be alive for very long." Reid threatened and walked with a hunter's grace back to the challenger. Morgan followed him somewhat numbly; unable to comprehend what had just transpired.

Sitting in the cramped car space, Morgan openly gaped at the once shy and innocent Spencer Reid. The same Spencer Reid who had just intimidated, scared, and had a gun to a dealer's head just for information.

"I would've taken a more… tactful approach if we had the time but to be completely honest, we don't." Reid told him with his lazy lilt to his voice that was all too new to Morgan.

"You held a gun to his head." Morgan said quietly. Reid just smirked and Morgan could see the arrogance in his posture.

"Reid Gray has done far worse than that."

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Charlie had no real sense of where she was. Her body was floating in a drug induced haze and even though she was weighed down because of it, her brain wasn't entirely. She was very much panicking as she realized she would have to battle her addiction a fourth time! She was slowly coming out of her haze when she heard her kidnappers enter where she was being held.

"The bitch is still out?" She heard Dmitri say. Then she heard someone walk close to her and she could feel them breathing on her face. On an impulse decision, she jerked her head forward, hopefully giving whichever guard in front of her a bloody nose.

"OW MOTHER FUCKER!" She heard Darius yell and she opened her eyes to watch blood drip from his nose and onto a warehouse floor? Where the hell was she? She shrugged internally and tried to focus her drugged brain on the issues at hand. She smirked as Darius gave her a murderous glare.

"Well fuckface, that's what you get for kidnapping me, and then drugging me." She said, slurring slightly. Her hands were bound behind her with duct tape and her feet were bound to the chair with the same bindings.

"You bitch!" He snarled. Dmitri quickly held him back as he rushed the tied down Marine.

"Not yet, we have plans for her remember?" Darius only shook with anger then smiled, showing his bloodstained teeth. He lazily walked toward her and leaned close, but not close enough to get his face smashed in again.

"We also have plans for Gray as well." He hissed at her and before she knew what was happening, Dmitri had drugged her again and she was falling into a drugged haze of slight consciousness again.

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READ THIS! Well here, you guys just couldn't leave me in peace could you. Gah I hope you enjoy this! Haha in all seriousness I feel so bad about not updating, the writer's block coupled with my complete inability to do life has crippled me, but I am finally getting back into the spin of things! Yay! So thank you all do much for your lovely reviews and comments and love because without it I would have never been able to update or feel this guilty! (That last part was a truthful joke) So please R&R and I will hopefully update more again sometime soon, and not in three months! THANKS SO MUCH! I would love to name all of you that reviewed but I am seriously too lazy but trust me when I say I'd become a polygamist and marry all of you!

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