Change My Name

The team is called to Forks Washington to solve a case involving a serial killer who only targets brunette females. Meanwhile, Reid is acting very strange around a young female professor named Bella Swan.

Spencer/Bella

Three: Discovering

"Belle Carson, twenty-five. Fits the victimology just right," Morgan stated, staring down at the body. Hotch sighed before his phone beeped. Excusing himself from the others, he turned and answered the phone.

"What do you have Garcia?"

"Sir, I've got everything you asked for. Belle Carson was nurse on vacation visiting her grandmother in Forks with her three year old son, Freddie. Izzie Welsh was here looking for a job as a RN when she died. Zoey Tyler was a medical student and Isabelle Fields had just gotten her medical license," Garcia said with a sigh before she opened up a new file. "And I have the other information for you."

"Let's here it."

"Charlie Swan was born in Forks, Washington. He went to school here, graudated and started going to the police academy. Somewhere along the lines, he met a young girl named Renee, married her, had a daughter: Isabella Marie Swan, and the tow divorced when Isabella was six months old. Although he was granted custody to see her."

"And Bella?"

"She lived her her mom all the way up until she was seventeen, moved in with her father, attended Forks High School, graduated and went on to get a GED, for some strange reason. She had been taking nursing classes before starting medical school when she was sixteen. She recieved her license when she was twenty-two. And sir, you're gonna want to hear this."

"What is it?"

"Swan is her maiden name. She's married."

"So she isn't going to be a problem."

"Actually, sir, she might. Her last name is Reid."

Hotch stole a glance over at Spencer, who was chatting with Morgan and JJ. "Husband's name?"

"You already know the answer, sir. But there is one more thing."

"Which is?"

"They have a three year old son."

"Hello?" Bella asked, knocking on the door. "Any mechanics home?"

"Har har Bells!" she smiled when her old friend, Jacob Black shut the hood of the car he was working on and turned to his best friend. She rushed over and gave him a hug. "Missed me that bad?"

"Wel that, and I came to pick up my little genius," Bella laughed.

"And he's right here." A female voice called. Bella turned and smiled. "Hello Bella."

"Hey Nessa," Bella smiled. The caramel toned woman walked over to her husband and best friend, holding a sleeping three year old. Bella took him from her, brushing some of the hair out of his face. "Thank you both for taking care of him today. I didn't think I'd be working overtime."

"No sweat, Bella." Vanessa smiled.

"Yeah, he just sat and watched Avatar five times before reading seventeen books, then tried to burn down my kitchen." Jake scoffed. "We had to order pizza."

"Sorry," Bella blushed. "He's still learning the cooking part."

"A kid genius with the IQ of 196 and he can't cook. Please tell me he can make a peanut butter sandwhich." Jake begged.

"He can, he just is a bit picky with his food," Bella shrugged. Her son muttered something in his sleep about the square root of pi.

"And he sleep talks, just like his mom!" Vanessa teased.

"Ness!" Bella whispered. She looked down at her clock. "I'd better get going. Connor's got school in the morning."

"See ya." the happy couple chorused before watching her leave. Bella drove to her childhood home, which had been remodeled so she could have a room for herself and a few extra rooms as well. She pushed open the front door, thinking Charlie just forgot to lock it and walked into the living and gasped.

"What areyou doing here?" she snapped.

Edward Cullen smiled warmly towards his ex-girlfriend. "Hello love," he greeted before patting the cushion next to him. "Come join me."

"No," she replied, venom in her tone. A knock on the door caught her attention. She turned and opened it and paled.

"Dr. Swan, may we come in?" Aaron Hotchner asked. She glanced behind his shoulder to see his entire time before sighing and opening the door wider. This was going to to be a night she wouldn't forget.