James Cramer had been sitting in the integration room for nearly three hours and had refused to speak. He simply sat in the chair, staring at the wall. With him refusing to cooperate, Greg Francis had no choice but to send him off to lock up to await arrangement. There was enough evidence to hold him on kidnapping and attempted murder of at least Paris, but Francis hoped there would be enough to tie him to the other kids, though Agent Gideon assured him there would be.

Eric had followed the ambulance to the local hospital while Agent Morgan went with Paris in the ambulance.

Francis wanted to be there with his friend and fellow captain, but he knew there would be enough people at that hospital…someone needed to work on Cramer.

The phone call he had been waiting for, came not long after Cramer was lead towards lockup. Letting Francis and the other officers know that Paris was alive…he was unable to breath on his own and the hospital had not only pumped his stomach, but used charcoal to speed up Paris's metabolism to eliminate the effects of the Phenobarbital. Eric hadn't been able to talk long, he just wanted to reassure everyone.

Paris was still unconscious and the doctors were expecting him to remain that way for another few days, but all the doctors and nurses felt confident that physically Paris would make a full recovery.

That had been two days ago and all that was left was the waiting…waiting for Paris to wake up.

The FBI was still in Norster, the media liaison Agent Jareau was wrapping things up with the vultures, while Agents Morgan and Greenaway were pulling together the files to finish their reports. But it was Agents Hotchner and Gideon who caught Greg's attention.

Hotchner had a folder in his hand and was guiding the younger agent, Reid towards Eric's office; the young agent looked confused as he followed his superior.

Gideon on the other hand walked over to the fax machine and extracted the small pile of papers it had produced, before he too walked into the office.

The other agents (save for Jareau) looked as confused as their colleague, but if they really were, they didn't push their curiosity.

Greg knew it was FBI business, but he was curious and found himself wondering if it had anything to do with the case.

Gideon and Hotch had been discussing the best way to approach the situation. Now that Cramer was in custody and Paris was safe and recovering, the issue that would have been a distraction was ready to be resolved. Reid of course had to be told, but both Agents knew that he would want proof, facts, Reid never went on anything with faith alone.

Gideon had spoken to Detective Williamson while his wife and daughter sat with Paris, still waiting for the boy to wake. Williamson unlike Reid had no trouble believing in faith as opposed to facts, Paris's birth certificate was enough for him to allow for a DNA test of his nephew.

The paperwork Gideon had been waiting for, was the result of that test, which he now brought in Detective Williamson's office, the agents had been given permission by the detective to rent his office for as long as they needed.

There would be no dancing around the subject, so Hotch and Gideon decided to just present Reid with what Garcia had stumbled upon and what testing had showed.

"Reid, you know we asked Garcia to dig around to see what kind of connection she could make between Paris and the other kids." Hotch began, "and during the search a couple of red flags showed up."

Gideon reached into the folder and pulled out Paris's second birth certificate.

"No mention of his birthmother or father, just his date of birth and the doctor who delivered him. This one is also dated two days after Paris was born; it's dated March 14th 1995,"

"You know Garcia, her curiosity was irked and she had to know more, particularly why Paris's original birth certificate, the one with his birthmother's name on it was sealed." Hotch paused and exchanged a look with Gideon, Reid looked at the pair suspiciously, wondering why he was being told this.

"This is Paris's original birth certificate, it's dated March 12th 1995." Gideon finished, handing the certificate to Reid as he and Hotch waited for the reaction.

Reid's eyes grew wide as he scanned the certificate

"There has to be a mistake." He finally said "or someone else with the same name."

"We checked Spencer." Gideon replied "we ran a DNA test on Paris. He is your half brother."

"It's not possible. I was thirteen, I think I would have known if my mother was pregnant."

"Reid where were you in March of '95?" Hotch asked "correct me if I'm wrong but weren't you in your first year of college?"

Reid slumped back in his chair, how could he not have known…it wasn't logical. There had to be a mistake.

"But even still, I would have noticed."

"Not necessarily. Reid think about what Williamson told us, Paris was born four months premature, chances are your mother wouldn't have been obviously pregnant, especially if she was intentionally keeping it from you." Hotch answered

Reid's face went pale for a moment and Hotch and Gideon looked at him alarmed.

"Spencer?" Gideon pushed

"When I came home for a weekend, it was about the last week of March, my mother, she was apologizing over and over again and repeating the baby the baby." Reid paused "I could tell she had stopped taking her meds I couldn't be sure for how long so I just assumed she was having a delusion. I never…"

"Reid you were thirteen and in college and your mother was pretty adamant about keeping this from you. She went to great lengths to make sure you didn't know, that no one knew."

"Who knows now?" Reid asked setting the files back on Williamson's desk.

"Garcia at the moment, we told the Williamson's so they could consent to testing Paris. No one else. It's your decision on who else you want to be told right now and if you would like we can explain it to the rest of the team. But I think there is one person you need to go see right now, you both have been kept in the dark about this for a long time." Reid nodded…he had so many question that needed to be answered, Paris would have many if not more as well, and Reid wasn't sure if he could answer all of them. He also wasn't sure how Paris would react to this news, because he was having enough trouble with the information himself.

As Reid was leaving the station, he glanced at the calendar and realized the date…it was March 12th 2006, Paris was exactly eleven years old today, and eleven years after the fact, Dr. Spencer Reid was learning that he was an older brother.