So here's another one! Pleaz enjoy ;)Oh, this is in…let's say late season 4, so it does not have Gideon in it. I find him…hard…to write, but he'll hopefully be in it next time! Spoilers for 'Revelations'.

A Good Man- A Look inside a Tragedy

"I don't understand you, Dr. Reid."

Spencer Reid turned his head around sharply, a sad expression on his face. Seeing that David Rossi was looking to start a full conversation, he sighed and twisted around so he was facing him directly. "I'm not yours to understand, Rossi," he smirked.

"Well, you're succeeding with your mission," he replied, rolling his eyes. "But that's not what I meant," he added.

"Then what did you mean?" Spencer frowned.

"I've been told- I've heard, that is- about your hazardous track record in the BAU," Rossi admitted, "and I was just wondering why you do it…"

"Do what?"

Rossi sighed, rubbing a hand over his face as he did so. There was no polite way for him to ask Reid what he wanted to ask, but he knew that he somehow had to. He was sure, anyways, that he hadn't been told about every 'crusade' that Reid had been a part of. 'What the hell?' he muttered to himself.

"Get yourself into danger like that. I mean, most of the, uh, situations that I've heard about could have been easily prevented, and on your half it seemed-"

"Like an overreaction?" Spencer supplied.

"Yeah, I guess so," Rossi huffed, suddenly afraid that he might have offended the kid. "Listen, just forget about it. It's just the musing of an old man…"

"No, it's…it's understandable," Spencer nodded, his voice raising an octave in the process. "I know that some of the…some of the ways that I've handled the situations are a bit unorthodox, but if you were in the situation in my perspective, things looked a bit different," he sighed.

"What do you mean?" Rossi frowned.

Spencer bit his lip nervously, unsure of how to approach the 'situation'. Suddenly, another thought came to mind, and he frowned.

"What cases have you heard about?"

The sudden change in conversation made Rossi suspicious. It was obvious that there was a case that Reid was thinking of, but he unsure what exactly he was afraid of him finding out. He was nervous, that much was obvious, but why?

"What case are you talking about? I can tell you if it rings a bell..." he supplied. Spencer took the bait; he instantly relaxed. Now Rossi was curious.

"You haven't heard about it, then," he muttered.

He could tell that Spencer was trying to dismiss the conversation, but he wouldn't let the kid off that easily. "Well, I think this is something I should know about. It obviously makes you comfortable, so that must mean it's still bothering you. Come on, Reid, I think you need to talk this out."

Reid laughed bitterly back, shaking his head as he threw something shiny in Rossi's direction. Rossi picked up the coin and flipped it over, suddenly understanding. He was surprised, though, that Reid- SSA Dr. Spencer Reid with an IQ of 187 and the ability to read 20,000 words per minute- would do something so stupid. As if understanding, Reid shook his head, quickly correcting the older profiler.

"The dr-" he stopped, though, suddenly finding it inappropriate to say the 'd' word. "They were forced on me, and I never told the team. Of course, they found out, but I was stupid for not telling them sooner," he admitted.

"But that's not what's still bothering you about the case, is it?" Rossi easily profiled.

Spencer let out an exhausted breath and momentarily shut his eyes. 'Enough sharing for tonight,' he quickly decided. 'Let's leave it with a cliff hanger.' He could hear Rossi continue to talk, but he drowned out the older man. Everyone else on the team had fallen to sleep, and he too was tired- no, drained. Although, truthfully, he hadn't intended to ignore Rossi, he just couldn't find the strength to stay awake. Before he knew it, he was sound asleep.

Rossi smirked from his seat as he watched Hotch pop his eyes open. "Oldest trick in the book, Hotch- I knew you were awake."

"Yeah, well, Reid obviously didn't," he responded.

"He's also been dead on his feet for about four days now. Can you blame the kid?"

"So do you think he'll ever tell you the truth?" Hotch asked.

Rossi stared at Hotch for a moment before passing over the medallion. Hotch fingered the proof with a sigh, then promptly threw it back at Rossi. "As far as I'm concerned, he just did."

Hotch nodded from his seat, understanding Rossi completely. Reid had always been the hardest member of his team to talk to, and even when he did open up, the most important details were left out.

"A look inside a tragedy, I suppose" Rossi sighed.

"Yes, but unfortunately, that's the most you'll ever get," Hotch replied.

Rossi turned his head back to Reid, who had someone managed to pull his tall form into a very tight human ball, to Hotch, who seemed to have given up on sleep altogether. Hotch too was glancing at Reid, and both of the older men secretly envied the innocence and purity that he had managed to preserve over the years. Relinquishing, Rossi turned his head back to Hotch, shaking his head.

"We'll see about that," he mumbled.

~* AGM *~

So not at all what I expected, but it never is anymore. Cheers and New Years Wishes to all!