Ok, so, I have a request for my lovelies! So… I was made privy to the information that stories on here can now have their own covers (YAY!) and I REALLY want one for this story… but I can't draw (honestly, like the most I can do it edit photos together so they look kinda ok) so, I was wondering if there was someone who would like to create a cover for this story? I would give that person full acknowledgement (and if there were multiple, I would DEFINITLY post all of them on my profile so that everyone could see the amazingness). So… any takers? (Someone please say yes)

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"So, on a scale of one to ten, how mad was Tracker that you had to leave your date so early?" Young Spencer asked as he changed into more appropriate clothes.

They had come home to grab their go bags, because the case had an internet aspect that linked the victims, so the tech goddess was going to go, which meant the prostitute was going as well and they both needed to change into less flamboyant clothing.

"Nah, he was actually cool with it." Elder Reid shrugged, pulling a white button up shirt on.

"You know why that is… right?" The teen asked, popping his head out of the closet, where he was changing.

"Yes Spencer, I am aware that by him not getting mad at me ending the date early, our next will have to go extra long." The adult rolled his eyes chuckling slightly.

"So long that the sun might just come up before it's over." The prostitute laughed.

"Whoa now, not all of us have your stamina."

"Oh I don't doubt you."

The two went back to changing. They were happy they already had bags packed, so the jet wouldn't be waiting on them.

"Oi, am I the only one that noticed Derek being a total chav?"

"First, lay off the Misfits if its gunna affect your speech this much. And second, you are not the only one, I thought Prentiss was gunna rip his lungs out when he muttered something about me being easy because I met Tracker at Hot Topic."

"First, no, never, I like British slang, I just forget about it. And second, he's a prick! Don't pay any attention to him; he's probably just mad that you're getting some when he's not."

"Yea." That was all the adult said as he stood in front of his mirror and ran a brush through his hair.

"So… tell me about your partial date." The flamboyant youth said, stepping out of the closet in really simple clothes.

"I'll tell you in the car."

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"First, he picked me up and immediately said that I was the hottest thing he had seen since he stared at the sun in third grade."

"Corny, but funny."

"Exactly. And then we went to this not too fancy, but still nice restaurant where he held the door open for me and pulled out my chair."

"Gentleman, I like him so far."

"We ordered, and he didn't try to do that stupid thing where he ordered for me, we talked about a whole bunch of things like my job, his job,"

"What does he do?"

"Book store manager as well as aspiring world known author, he already has a few things out, but they're not as well circulated."

"Well I guess I know what you'll be reading as soon as we get back from this case."

"Shush, and just normal stuff that people talk about on dates. Then I got the phone call from J.J., I explained to him that I had to leave, he said he understood, we got the check, and he drove me to the BAU."

"Did you guys kiss before you got out of the car?" The teen smiled, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, alright? Jeez, sometimes you're worse than Garcia, Prentiss, and J.J."

"I can't help it; this is the first date you've had since that New Orleans idiot."

"Ok, honestly? He's out of my life now, will you stop addressing him like that?"

"Nope, never." "Puck" shook his head, letting a breath out.

The two were done talking then. They just listened to the songs playing on the radio, and wondering just how the hell they were going to get through this case with no one getting maimed.

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"Man it's weird to be back." The youngest Reid sighed as he got off of the jet.

"What do you mean?" Emily asked, walking out behind him.

"This is where I grew up, lots of Mormons in Illinois."

"Do you think your family might still be here?"

"Nah, the communities are small, so the fact I was gay was going to get around sooner or later. They probably fled before that could happen and joined another community in another state. Hey Cute Guy Who Doesn't Smile, if there's some time, can Starbucks chaperone me while I take a look around?"

"Sure Spencer, if we have time. We need to get to the precinct however, so we'll discuss it more later."

The youngest nodded in agreement.

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Garcia was sitting in the stations technical center while "Puck" was looking at the board that showed the stack of dead bodies. They were all highly esteemed members of different private religious schools that had posted numerous things online about why they hated the school they worked for not too long before they had their necks broken and crosses carved into their chests.

"Maybe you shouldn't be looking at these with such disinterest… you're kinda reminding me of River." Doctor Reid said, walking in with two cups of coffee.

"Please tell me why that's a bad thing." The youth said, still looking at the board with his head cocked to the left.

"… Fine, whatever. So, see anything we haven't?"

"Don't believe so, oh, also, can I go with you guys tomorrow when you talk to the people at the schools that have been complaining online? Just in case there isn't time before we go back to Virginia."

"I'll ask Hotch, but that should be fine."

"Thank you Starbucks."

"Never gunna let that go, are you?"

"Nope."

The adult just chuckled and walked away.

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Thumbs up if you got the Firefly reference.