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I need to finish this year so I can be done with high school and the annoying people here. I appreciate those that have been patient, and I will try to update more, the first few weeks are just the hardest and set the pace for the rest of the year. Hope you guys like this chapter. =)

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As soon as they finished asking the bartender questions, they went back to the precinct. Young Spencer was rushed immediately into the make-shift lair. He took a seat near the door and looked at her.

"You look so cute when you're working." He said in that tone people use when telling babies how cute they are.

"Thanks Puck just let me finish this." She chuckled, wanting to see what he was wearing.

She finished less than a minute later and turned to look at him, she immediately saw the blood on his arm warmer and the few cuts and bruises on his face.

"What happened?" She asked, getting up and waling over to him.

"Got into a small fight with someone from mine and Spencer's past." He shrugged, not wanting to out his cousin to anyone else.

"You are going to explain."

"I can't. It's not my secret to tell."

She looked at him seriously, assessing in her head just what to do. Finally she sighed.

"Fine. But you're explaining about the arm warmers." She told him.

He took a deep breath and put his hand on the top of the arm warmer.

"Don't freak out." He told her before rolling the fabric down to show her the thin cuts on his arm.

Some were horizontal, others vertical. Some were in groups of ten; some were away from the rest. They went from his below his elbow to his wrist.

She looked at his arm with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. She took the arm in both of her hands and ran her thumb over the marred skin delicately. She really couldn't believe her eyes. He was almost always happy, she would have never guessed. She had no clue what to say, what could she say?

"Hey Garcia." Hotch said, walking into the room.

Penelope let go of the arm, "Puck" rolled up the fabric, and they both turned to look at him. He looked at them with slight suspicion, but let it go.

"We need the information on the man the bartender told Reid and Morgan about. I assume they already sent you what the bartender said." Their leader told her.

"Yes sir, they have, I'll get right to it." She nodded.

Aaron nodded back and left the room.

"We're not done." The techie told the teen before going back to work.

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"Puck" was taken back to the hotel by Garcia. When Reid and Morgan came back, the teen was already sprawled over the bed, head dipping off the front end. His mouth was open in a silent snore.

"How does he change so much in his sleep? He wakes up cuddled into himself. How does that even happen?" Derek asked with a slight chuckle.

"He's been that way all his life, even as a baby he did that. He didn't believe how hectic he was when he was asleep until he got scared awake."

"Scared awake?"

"You don't wanna know."

The two chuckled and began getting out of their uncomfortable clothes.

"Hey, um, Reid, can I ask you a few things?" Morgan asked tentatively, slipping on his pajama bottoms.

"Sure." The doctor said, admittedly a little scared of what was going to be asked of him.

"Do you really mind me calling you Pretty Boy?"

"…No, not really. I was just freaking out a bit; you can keep calling me that." The genius said with a slight smile, not knowing the nickname meant that much to his friend.

"And also, if you wouldn't mind, what happened with Ethan?"

"Oh," Reid said, looking away from the stronger agent as he went to go sit on the bed.

"You don't have to answer."

"It's ok, I probably need to tell someone that doesn't already know. But please… don't tell anyone else? I want to tell them… sometime."

"It's between you and me, Pretty Boy."

"Ok, well, right after my mom got sent to the sanitarium, I was all alone. I started hanging out at bars, not drinking or anything, just hanging out and seeing how normal people acted."

"How'd you get in? Weren't you only like eighteen at the time?"

"Spencer's friend Ricky is older than me, I knew him first."

"Never would have guessed that of our genius."

"They never do." The genius smiled. "So, one night, this guy came up to me. It was Ethan. He asked me why I was being a loner. I told him I wasn't too good with people. Then we started talking. We talked until the club closed, and then talked more as he walked me home. He gave me his number when he dropped me off and we talked for almost a month straight. Then we finally went on our first date. We went quickly through the rest of the relationship from there… until I joined the BAU and he didn't."

He said it quicker than a casual person would have, but he seemed to really want to say whatever else he was going to say. Derek gently urged him along.

"Anything after that?" Morgan asked in a quieter voice.

"Not much. We talked a bit more before he stopped responding. He said he had to work on his career and that I should too. We never broke up or anything, he just stopped responding to my calls, and texts, and e-mails. I eventually gave up."

"Wait, what about when you hung out with him when we had that case in New Orleans?"

"We reunited for the night… unfortunately."

"Why do you say that?"

"I'm an idiot, I thought he loved me. How could I think that?"

"You're not an idiot." Derek assured him, putting an arm around the intellects shoulders.

"But I really am. I should have known he didn't really like me."

"Why should you have known? He's an ass; anyone would have fallen for him if he fed them enough shit."

"He said I was the smartest person he knew."

"You are, even to me. But that isn't the most distinct thing about you."

"Really? That seems to be the only thing anyone ever notices about me. How many times have police chief's said "wow, he has a really great smile"?"

"Well, they're dumb too, you have an amazing smile." Morgan smiled, leaning his head onto Reid's shoulder.

The older Spencer chuckled, and rested his head on top of Derek's. They stayed in silence for twenty minutes, just resting their heads on each other. The genius was the one to break the silence.

"What if they're all like him?" He asked in a somber tone.

"We're not, trust me. Sometime very very soon, you'll find that one guy that loves all those little things about you, that make you the most amazing man on the planet." The stronger agent assured, squeezing his torso a bit tighter.

Reid pulled away and looked at the man he could comfortably call his best friend. The best friend looked back at him. The two began slowly leaning towards each other, both looking straight into each other's eyes. They both knew what was happening, but neither was going to stop it.

…Until Reid noticed that his cousin's phone was propped up with the camera side facing towards the two beds. He tapped Derek on the shoulder and pointed to the camera. Morgan looked at it and then looked back to the genius; he had a nervous look on his face.

"I should… teeth." He said embarrassed, pointing towards the bathroom.

The strong agent got up and hurried into the bathroom.

"Damn you Spencer." The doctor sighed, rubbing his eyes.

He got up and went over to the phone. He leaned down so he was in the shot of the video he knew was being taken. He didn't know why it was on, but he didn't care, he needed to let his cousin know something."

"If you mention what almost happened, I'm throwing away all of your skirts." The elder threatened seriously.

He then straightened up, turned and laid in the bed. He smiled as he pulled the blanket up and around him. He loved the soft blanket, it was SO WARM! He let his mind play the music that it liked, as he let the warmth cuddle him into almost sleep. He was awake enough to notice that something even warmer than the blanket slipped into the bed behind him. The warm thing cuddled up behind him, spooning him, and rested his arm on the intellects waist.

Reid smiled and placed his hand over the stronger males' hand, making sure it wouldn't leave. He moved slightly closer to the warmth on his back and let himself go to sleep; very happy with how the night had ended.