It would be another two days before Paris would wake up. He was disoriented, frightened, and in pain, but was quickly calmed by the presence of his relatives…especially his cousin Janet, home from college for spring break.

Reid knocked gently on the door frame and walked into the hospital room. The day or so before Paris had regained conscious, Reid had spent with the Williamsons, all four keeping vigil over Paris at the hospital.

Once Paris was awake, Reid had slipped out for a change of clothes, to let the team and the officers still gathered at Norster know the good news, and vowed to return with coffee for the family (coffee other than the hospital's version).

Detective Williamson and his wife Lori were both reading, while Janet, their daughter sat on the edge of Paris's hospital bed, both playing a video game on the TV; the family looked up when Reid walked in.

"Dr. Reid!" Paris exclaimed, his voice still hoarse from the tube that only days before had been keeping him alive.

"Hi Paris," Reid replied, handing the coffee cups to the Williamsons, before looking at Detective Williamson who nodded. He knew this conversation had to happen, Paris deserved to know and the conversation needed to happen without an audience.

"Hey Paris, how about I sneak you in some real food?" Eric said taking a sip of his coffee, the grin on Paris's face was priceless as he nodded quickly.

"Oreo cookies…please bring me some Oreo cookies." he begged "I will clean the dishwasher and vacuum the whole house for a year if you just bring me Oreos!"

"Oreos might be a little rough on your throat," Lori reminded him "how about some gogurt? I know you love those and they might make your throat feel a little bit better." Paris frowned, but nodded

"Ok, gogurt."

Janet laughed at her younger cousin and paused their game.

"When I get back you are so getting your butt whopped!" she said kissing the top of Paris's head.

Paris watched as his aunt, uncle, and cousin headed out of his room, he was a little confused, but was happy with the prospect of actual food and that distracted him for a few seconds.

"How are you feeling?" Reid asked taking the chair near the bed.

"Better…my arm still hurts a little and my throat hurts, but not as bad as it was yesterday." Paris paused and looked at Dr. Reid carefully "so it was Mr. Cramer…I wasn't jumping to conclusions?" Reid shook his head and Paris lowered his head "I never got the chance to thank you…you and your team for coming to get me…you guys saved me. I don't remember much…but I do remember you and Agent Morgan calling my name…you guys found me didn't you?"

"Paris, it's what we do, you of all people should know that." Reid paused, and took a deep breath. He had gone over this conversation in his mind over and over and each time sounded worse than the previous "Paris, I need to discuss something with you, something that's going to be hard for you to believe and maybe even hard to understand, I just need you to trust me."

Paris raised an eyebrow

"Dr. Reid…what's going on?" he asked quietly, his face scrunched up in confusion.

"How much did your mom tell you about your birthmother?"

Paris shrugged

"Not much I guess…she didn't know much. Mom told me everything she knew,"

"And what was that?"

"Well…she said that my birthmother was sick, she couldn't take care of me and she gave me up not because she didn't want me and definitely not because she didn't love me, but because she wanted me to have the life that she couldn't give me." Paris paused and looked at his hands for a minute "when I was little, I thought it might have been because I was a preemie, that maybe if I hadn't been so sickly and stuff my birth-mom might have wanted me. But Leslie always insisted that wasn't true." He looked up at Reid "that's all I know… that's all mom ever told me."

Reid reached into his messenger bag and pulled out a file and Paris eyed it nervously, he wasn't sure what was in that folder, but he was certain he wouldn't like what it held.

"This is something that was sealed…but it never should have been kept from you."

"What's this?" Paris asked opening it and carefully dropping the documents onto the blanket.

"It's your original birth certificate." Paris looked up quickly, he had never seen his original birth certificate, he had never asked about it, because it never seemed important to him.

He knew he wasn't Leslie's biological son, but in Paris's mind, sharing a biological connection with someone doesn't automatically make you family…there's more to family than the sharing of the same genes.

He carefully looked over the document, there was only the name Baby Boy X under name of child and there was no name under father, the date of birth was correct, but it was what was written in black ink that caught Paris's attention, it was the name under mother… his birthmother, the one who had given him up…Diana Reid.

Quickly Paris looked up and looked Dr. Reid in the eyes…searching for confirmation about what he had just read.

"Diana Reid…that's my…" his voice trailed off…unable to say the word 'mother' aloud.

Dr. Reid nodded

"Diana Reid is your biological mother…and mine."

Paris stared at Dr. Reid… unbelieving…this had to be a dream…he had to still be unconscious.

It didn't take long for any doubt Paris had to go right out the window, the evidence was just to overwhelming to not be true…especially when the Williamsons returned (toting double stuffed Oreos) and Eric confirmed the whole story.

Paris still wasn't sure what to think…he was confused about the whole thing and had so many questions…but he really didn't think Dr. Re…his brother could answer them all, or would want to for that matter.

Obviously he had no idea that Paris had existed, so that meant that all this had been kept from him as well.

But two questions hung heavy in Paris's mind…why was his father's name not on the birth certificate…did that mean they had different fathers? And if so, who was his. The second question was about their mother…this Diana…where was she? Was she as sick as Leslie had told him? But that brought its own question, if she couldn't be that sick because she had obviously raised Dr. Reid.

Maybe her illness had gotten progressively worse and by the time he had come around she didn't think she could take care of him. But then again why hadn't she told Dr. Reid that he had a brother, that's eleven years she kept that from him. A thought passed through Paris's mind, what if he had been an accident, what if he wasn't meant to be. Paris felt his stomach go sour and all he wanted to do was curl up in a ball and hide.

"Go ahead Paris, I know you have questions I can see it." Reid spoke up, bringing Paris back to reality. A place he really didn't want to be at the moment, he was perfectly happy staying as far from reality as possible. "Look Paris, we're both going to have to get used to this fact, neither of us was prepared for something like this, but it did and we both have to look at it as a good thing, sure its life altering but it is not destructive."

Paris nodded and pulled himself up so he was sitting. His whole body was stiff, but he managed to pull himself into an Indian seat and looked at Dr. Reid expectantly, Reid nodded and pulled over a chair next to the bed.

"Can I ask you a question?" Paris asked

"Of course."

"Is you…our mother, is she sick?"

Reid took a deep breath and nodded

"She is, she has something called paranoid schizophrenia." Paris nodded again

"I've read about it, sort of." He paused "is that why she gave me up? I knew when I was little that Leslie wasn't my real mom, she told me that my birth mom was sick and couldn't take care of me the way she wanted to."

Reid rubbed his temple and nodded slowly. Paris didn't need to know the entire story, at least not just yet, Reid hated his first act as a brother to be to lie to Paris, but this truth particular was hard to explain to an eleven year old kid who had just experienced what Paris had, let alone help him truly understand it. Reid wondered how much time it would take, especially when the truth surrounding Paris's birth came to light, but Reid knew he'd have to try.

A minute or so of silence ticked by, Paris was trying to sort the last few days out and failing. For one thing he had almost been killed and he would carry that memory forever, a grownup he had trusted had been the one who tried to kill him, neither of those made sense, and Paris doubted they ever would. But Paris knew he wasn't alone and would have to learn that and he knew it.

A/N: Again I apologize for the mix up with the last chapter. I was having trouble with the site the day I uploaded that and apparently the trouble was more than I thought. Thank you guys for putting up with the insanity that went along with updating these chapters, it was not my intention to confuse or annoy. Next chapter up in a couple days.