A.N.: Hello everyone! I'm sorry, I know I haven't updated in a very long time... but this two schoolweeks were quite rough. I have to study a lot because we write a test every Thursday and Friday. However I gathered some time to write this... hope you'll enjoy it! Thanks for the nice feedbacks of the previous chapter!:) Beta-read by REIDFANATIC.

Chapter Eleven

"Nice vehicle," Reid complimented politely as he looked the huge motorbike up and down with a modest interest.

He had offered a couple of minutes earlier to help Jessica out with something in return for her kindness, but she told him she was in no need of anything. She'd then sent him out in the garage to see if Andrew could use an extra hand with cleaning his bike.

Andy looked up to him. "Hi Spencer, what's up? Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, thanks, a lot better," Reid said, though it wasn't all true; he was still standing a bit unsteadily on his feet. "Nice vehicle," he repeated.

"Yeah, that's my baby," Andrew grinned and patted the seat. "I'm glad you like her. As you can tell I'm a big fan of these. You need some help with something?"

Reid smiled and took an uncertain step towards him. "Actually, I wanted to ask if there was something I could do to help you."

Andrew's grin grew even wider. "Jessica sent you, huh?" He asked, but before Reid could open his mouth to explain, he went on. "Never mind, how much do you know about motorbikes?"

The young agent flushed. "I… prefer the comfort of cars."

"I had a feeling you do…" Andrew murmured, still smiling. "Hey, if you really want to help, grab a cloth and clean the handlebars and the dashboards. She's started getting a bit dusty…"

Reid did as he was told. For a couple minutes they worked in silence, and then Andrew spoke again.

"You wanna try it out?"

"What… try out what?" Reid stuttered, although deep inside he already knew what the other man meant.

Andy motioned towards the bike with his chin, "Riding."

The young agent flushed again and tried to refuse politely. "Um… I don't know… I don't think that's a good idea…"

"Why not?" Andrew asked. "Oh I know, you're afraid. Well don't be afraid, kid, I can help you, and you don't have to start with mine, Jessica's is way smaller…"

He pointed towards the end of the garage and Reid now noticed the other motorcycle. It looked a lot more modest, almost humble compared to the big one.

"Jessica has a bike too?" Reid's mouth fell open in surprise. He couldn't imagine that fragile girl riding such a tough vehicle.

"Yes, I got her one from this friend of mine, two years ago. She always says that when she turns 18, she'll get on it and ride out of the whole damn state. But I don't think she's going to do it really. She loves mom and dad too much."

The young agent nodded and kept staring at the smaller bike, unsure what to say.

"Come on, just one try," Andy pushed on. "Once you've tried it, you won't want to get off her!"

Reid was just about to open his mouth and utter another excuse, but right at that moment, knocking was heard on the front door, so loud that they could even hear it in the garage.

"Coming!" Jessica shouted.

Reid felt the blood run cold in his veins. "That must be my team, they're looking for me," he whispered.

Andrew stopped cleaning the bike, and raised an eyebrow in a suspicious expression. "What's wrong with that?"

"Please," Reid begged, "they can't find me here!"

The blond man stood up and took a slow step towards the terrified agent, who instinctively backed away. "Why not? I thought they were your co-workers…"

"They are," Reid hurried to confirm it, "but we had a… misunderstanding, sort of. I won't have a chance to clear myself if they get me now! Please!"

Andrew was looking at him for another long moment, then turned his back on him, walked to the garage door and shut it.

"Well kid, I don't know if Jessica will tell them you're here, but if not, you're gonna tell me everything, understand?"

Reid nodded gratefully. It was still better after all, than facing Hotch and the others.

"All right then," Andrew's face was smooth again. "The garage has no other door. If they come around the house, they'll find it closed and we're not here, fine?"

Jessica regretted opening the door as soon as her gaze fell on the big FBI badge held out in front of her face. She had forgotten her promise to pretend not to be at home, and it was too late now. The serious-looking, black-haired man was looking at her without the slightest interest.

"Good morning, my name is Special Agent Aaron Hotchner from the FBI, are your parents home?"

Jessica swallowed, and didn't take a single step away from the door, although she knew that she'd have to let them in eventually. "Um, no… they're on a business trip right now."

"Are you alone?" A black-haired woman asked from behind Agent Hotchner.

"Yes," the girl answered without thinking, almost too quickly. Andrew and Spencer could hide in the garage. Maybe, if the agents didn't go around, they wouldn't be found…

"We're looking for our teammate," Hotch explained and gave a photo to Jessica. "He has disappeared from not far from here. He might have been hurt. Have you seen him?"

Jessica studied the picture curiously. It showed a lot livelier Reid, with pink cheeks and smiling widely; he barely resembled his current pale-faced and sunken-eyed self.

"Yes," she answered finally, after a couple moments of silence.

Agent Hotchner exchanged a look with the black-haired woman. "Is he here?" He asked almost greedily.

Jessica took another long moment before answering: "No."

She could feel the disappointment of the agents. Fortunately they didn't notice that she was lying, although she didn't think she was so good at it; but they were quite busy with absorbing the bad news.

"We'll have to look around in the house anyway, if you don't mind," Agent Hotchner said.

"Sure," Jessica nodded and opened the door wider. Now that she was over the first lie, the following ones didn't seem so hard.

"Where did you see him?" A dark-skinned agent asked her as the team walked into the living room. "Was he here?"

The girl nodded, smiling innocently. "He was. I found him at the riverbank two days ago. He was hurt, gunshot wound to the side. But don't worry," she hurried to say as she saw the horror in the dark-skinned man's eyes, "he's fine now. I took the bullet out of him. I'm preparing to become a doctor!" She added, a bit proudly. It was a lot easier to lie when you put this many true statements between the false ones.

"That's great," the dark-skinned agent sighed. "Do you know where he is now?"

"I don't know, sorry," she said, looking the man straight in the eye. "He went into town with Andrew a couple of hours ago. I don't think he'll come back, he took all his stuff with him too…"

The agent looked even more disappointed. Jessica almost felt sorry for him.

"Did he say where he was going to go?"

"Nope," the girl shook her head. "Only that he had work to do."

The other agents were circling in the house in hope of finding any sign, any clue that could lead to the whereabouts of their youngest. Agent Hotchner even took a walk in the garden and around the house, but he also came back empty-handed.

"Well, thanks for your help, um…"

"Jessica," she helped him out.

"Jessica," Agent Hotchner said. "If you see him again or find out anything about where he could possibly be, give us a call."

"I'd be pleased, but we don't have a phone at the moment," she explained. "Well, we have, but stupid Andy forgot to pay some bills and now we can't call anyone. I'm sorry."

Hotchner's eyes went narrow, but then he said: "Fine, then, we'll drop by later, if you don't mind."

"Anytime," Jessica smiled innocently at him.

"Fine, kid, they're gone," Andrew spoke up, hearing the front door closing behind the departing agents. "Now, I want to hear everything."

"It's not a long story," Reid tried to explain it quickly, his eyes glancing nervously at the still closed garage door. "Someone's after me, a woman named Phoebe, whose brother I killed years ago, because he was a serial killer and threatened to kill innocent people in a hospital."

Andrew looked at him confusedly.

"Now she has committed a crime in my name. She killed that old man I was talking about earlier and tried to make it look like I did it! She wants revenge, and I can't go to prison because she has friends there who will finish her job! At least it was what she told me…"

"Spencer!"

Both men turned their heads towards the garage door that was opening in that exact moment, revealing Jessica's head peering inside.

"Spencer, I just lied to your colleagues, did I do the right thing?" She asked with a soft and shy voice; she obviously wasn't sure if she did."

"Um, for me, yes," Reid answered after a couple moments of thinking. "I told you not to tell them that I'm here, and I'm an FBI agent as well, so you did just fine. I'll talk to them later, but before that, I have to arrange some things."

"They looked so worried about you," Jessica admitted. "There was a dark skinned one, he looked so sad. I think they were worried about your injury."

"It's okay," Reid smiled. "I was expecting them to be. I'm planning to leave today; I'll call them back in town and tell them that I'm okay."

The girl's eyes grew wide. "You're leaving already? You haven't fully healed yet, and you could tear up your wound again…"

"I'll be careful," Reid smiled. "But it's Monday tomorrow, I assume you have school and work and everything… and besides, you've already done a lot for me."

"Hey, what about that motor ride?" Andrew interjected. "Before you go, you have to try out one of them!"

Reid was about to make some excuses again, but Jessica's face lit up. "He's going for a ride? Awesome! I want to see it, it'll be fun!"

"Cool down, I don't even know how to!" The young agent protested, but the girl was getting more and more enthusiastic.

"You've never ridden a motorbike before? No problem, I'll show you how to use it. You know what? I can even lend you it, just until you get your car back. I barely have the chance to use it anyway; I would so like to go to school with a motorbike, it would be totally cool and all, but mom and dad don't allow me… But don't worry; we can try it out around the house!

She pulled the vehicle out of the corner and pushed it out onto a dirt road next to the garden. Reid followed her quite uncertainly; Andrew came out after them and watched the scene with a wide grin.

"Come on, I'll ride with you first. Sit behind me and get a hold on my waist… right."

Reid complied hesitantly, not really believing that he was actually doing this. What would Morgan say if he saw him? He would probably be rolling on the floor laughing. The young agent could see each of his teammates' faces at sight of their 'genius' sitting on a motorcycle behind a girl. He couldn't help but smile as he imagined their expressions.

"Wait, I'll bring you the helmets," Andy said, but Jessica was already giving the ignition.

"I won't go so fast, I don't want him to faint," she teased.

A moment later they were off. Reid found himself holding the girl's waist strongly, as if his life depended on it, and he kept watching the road over Jessica's shoulder. She laughed as she felt his terror.

"I was just as scared when Andy took me for the first round," she explained, "but after the third, he could barely get me off!"

However, Jessica kept her promise and didn't go overly fast, which Reid was really grateful for. He could feel the wind blowing into his face, and as they passed the trees one after the other, he started to have a feeling that he was getting more and more away from the city, the people and the tidal wave of his problems; and he was getting freer and freer.

It was a good feeling, even if it was temporary.

I decided not to bug you with another cliffhanger, I'm so thankful for your patience:)

Btw what do you think about this idea? Reid and a motorbike? Quite crazy pairing, isn't it?:D