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He had been leaning against his desk talking animatedly to the deaf ears of Derek Morgan. As Spencer Reid took a breath of air, Morgan couldn't help the small chuckle escape him.
"What? Was it something I said?" Spencer asked, making his co-worker laugh more.
It was then that Morgan noticed two men had walked in and were wandering around as if looking for something or someone. He stopped laughing to call out, "Hey, do you guys need help?"
The shorter bulker of the two looked over their way, "Yeah," he replied in a booming voice. "I'm looking for someone."
Spencer tried to turn his face to hide the shocked expression from Morgan and the fact that he was even there from the two men.
"Who might that be?"
His vision began to blur a bit around the edges- turning it into an out of body experience as he anticipated the answer that was to come.
"Doctor Spencer…" he heard through someone else's ears. There would be no way of hiding from them now. Spencer turned the two men dressed in jeans, plaid shirts, and jackets- one a worn brown leather the other a heavy pea green jacket. "Yeah, Reid's right here." Morgan was saying at the same time.
"Dean? Sam? Why are you here?" he asked his brothers.
"Good to see you too, Spence," Dean smirked. Spencer could feel Morgan's questioning eyes sear into the back of his head as his eyes flashed from the strangers to his co-worker. "We need to talk."
"Dean, this is not the time nor the place," Spencer said through gritted teeth.
Sam snorted in amusement from just behind the eldest but shortest sibling, gaining attention to himself. "You should have seen how he got me," he explained. Dean shrugged.
"Spencer, it's about dad," he insisted. The old fool had finally done it- he should have known.
"This isn't the time or place, Dean," Spencer repeated turning to his desk to write on the back of his business card. At the same time, Morgan held a curious look at the mention of 'dad.'
"Go to this address and I'll be there as soon as I can to talk." Taking the paper, Dean mouthed 'thank you' and left with Sam at his side without another word.
As soon as the doors to the elevator closed, Spencer released a huge sigh as he dropped into his desk chair. He felt like he had just aged ten years in those five minutes his brothers had been in the office.
"Friends of yours?" Morgan asked.
He leaned back, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You could say that," he replied, not wanting to talk about it.
"So who were they?" he pressed on ignoring him.
"You could say call them old family friends. I mean they were practically my brothers," he shrugged.
"Dude, you're a terrible liar," Morgan pointed out.
"Well then, I guess you'll never know," Spencer said pulling his coffee cup to his lips.
It turned out to be one of those days where you had to work through lunch just not to get behind. Somehow in the middle of all the work, Spencer completely forgot about the visit from his brothers. That was, until- "What are you going to do about those friends of yours?"
The expression of 'oh shit' crossed his face. Regaining his composure, he answered, "See what they want I guess."
"Good luck with that, Man," Morgan said, "I'm going home and hitting the sack."
"Lucky," he muttered under his breath as the pair climbed into the elevator.
"Sorry, what was that?" he asked hitting the ground level button.
"I didn't say anything," he said back his voice a slightly higher pitch than normal.
The ride down was quite after that. As the doors opened to let them out and closed behind them. Morgan said, "Let me know how that goes," and he left to find his car and take off.
The ride home seemed shorter than normal. This wasn't something he was looking forward to. So instead of prolonging the inevitable, he quickly climbed the stairs of his apartment, taking it two steps at a time.
Reaching the top, he found his neighbor, Mrs. Cavanaugh waiting for him- her lips were pursed and her arms crossed.
"Spencer," she started, "There were these two men that came to your apartment. I know they didn't knock and I'm pretty sure they broke in." she looked like she wanted to say more.
"Thank you, Mrs. Cavanaugh," he said cutting her off before she had the chance to continue on. "I know these men so it's okay." As he talked, he continued on his route to the door with the big golden '23' on it. He wasn't ready to fight with his cranky cat lady neighbor.
He reached into his pocket for his keys as he continued. "I do appreciate they worrying though." He finally had the out and his door open. Slipping inside, he said, "Good night," as she gave him the skunk eye. He gave her a bright smile as he closed the door in her advancing face.
As soon as he heard the reassuring click of the closing door, the smile slid off his face as he muttered, "Nosy bitch."
Even with the two in his apartment, Spencer continued on with his normal routine of switching from shoes to slippers and starting a pot of coffee. He then when to his spare room/office to set his messenger bag down only to return to his freshly brewed coffee. After adding one part coffee to his two parts sugar, he rounded the corner to his living room.
What he saw was hardly a surprise. Scattered across his coffee table were several beer cans, a bag of chips, and the wrappers of what he assumed were burgers from the diner down the road. They had the TV set to a football game and were lounging in the leather sofa with a beer in hand.
"You call that a play!" Dean was yelling at the players.
"Make yourselves at home," he said from behind them.
"Hey, Reid," Dean said equaling the sarcasm his brother had just used. "What the hell kind of name is that?"
Dean lifted his arm pointing the remote to turn the volume down. Sam kept his eyes glued to the screen.
Spencer crossed the front of the couch to sit in the adjacent arm chair. "What is this about?" he asked getting straight to the point.
Letting out a sigh, he replied, "It's been almost a month since dad left on a hunting trip out in Jericho where it turns out there was a women in white. He had figured it out and then left it for me and Sammy-"
"Sam," he corrected without looking away from the TV.
"Finish off," Dean continued on without missing a beat. "Anyways, while we were there, we got dad's journal"
"He never goes anywhere without that," Spencer cut in.
"I know, but he left it with coordinates for me."
"So why involve me then? Or Sam?" he asked glancing at his little brother, wondering what his story was.
"Spence, something's wrong; I can feel it."
"Dean, you've been dealing with these things for six years with dad and Sam and you've never needed my help before," he argued.
"Actually, for the last two years, I've been at Stanford," Sam filled in absentmindedly.
"This time, it's different. This time I think he's in trouble," he looked at Sam to share a look, "and I think he needs our help."
"Dean, I have a job, I can't just walk away from that."
"So call in sick or tell 'em there was a family emergency." A look of pure guilt spread across Spencer's face. "They don't know anything about us do they?" Spencer shook his head. "What do they think?"
Both his brothers looked at him and everything was quiet- quiet enough that a pin dropped on the other side of the room could have been heard crystal clear.
"I-ah- they- they think that my mom is a schizophrenic that lives in Las Vegas," he bit his lip continuing on, "They don't know anything about either of you or dad-"
"Wow, Spencer, I- wow," Dean stammered in shock- unable to believe what he had just heard. "So, regardless of that, tell them something just help us this once. For all we know, dad is there and needs us."
"Yeah, and for all we know, he isn't. It's not like he hasn't done something like this before."
"Spencer, I swear, this doesn't feel the same," Dean insisted.
"Dean, I can't."
A/N: Never mind, I think I'm going to try and update daily and as that idea will more than likely fall flat I apologize ahead of time. And I want to thank every single awesome one of you that read this, review this, follow, and favorite this. It means the world!