Thank you so much lunalou8 for the review and I'm glad you like it! Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYZEEANNE, This chapter and next shall be your birthday present from me! =)

~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~

At midnight, or close enough to it, the Reid's got called in because they had another case.

"You just got off of a case, why is there another one?" The teen asked, rubbing his eyes as they walked through the doors.

"We often get cases with only a few days in between." The adult shrugged.

"But you guys went quite a while with having nothing."

"Sometimes that happens as well."

"Remind me not to get this job, I'm getting coffee." "Puck" declared, breaking off from his cousin when they got to the small kitchen.

"Ok, I'll be down after we know what's happening."

"Kaaaaaay." The younger sang, pulling a mug out of a cabinet.

Doctor Reid walked up the stairs quickly and joined his team at the table.

"Sorry." He quickly apologized.

"It's alright. Ok, so these are seven single parents with teenage kids that were found tied to chairs; they had all been killed by bleach being injected into their veins. Now, until this last one, all of the kids were somewhere else, like at a friends' or on a date, or vacationing." Jennifer told them.

"What made this one special?" Derek asked, looking up from his tablet.

"We think the unsub didn't bother waiting because Monica Dawson's seventeen year old son was upstairs asleep… her deaf, seventeen year old son." JJ said, pulling up a picture of the smiling boy in paint splattered clothes, his hearing aids clearly visible.

"How are communications going with the son?" Hotch asked.

"Not great. A translator hasn't been found yet, not many are even in existence, and most of them are being used for deaf people that are more… popular, for lack of a better word. And writing the answers and sometimes the questions because he couldn't understand what was being said, it way more tedious than anyone thought." She sighed, turning to look at the picture.

"Too bad Garcia and I aren't going." The teenager said with a sigh from the doorway.

Everyone turned to look at him.

"Why?" Rossi asked.

The youngest Reid sighed, put down his coffee and then signed 'I speak sign fluently.' With a smile on his face.

"You know sign language?" Prentiss, JJ and Aaron asked shocked.

"No, I'm just doing random things and hoping you guys don't know the difference." "Puck" said sarcastically, signing it as well, rolling his eyes.

Everyone looked at each other, knowing that there was an obvious solution to the communication error. Their leader spoke up quickly.

"Can you come with us and interpret?" He asked.

"Sure thing." Young Spencer shrugged. "I'll go call Anderson and ask him to pick up my homework." He said, pulling out his phone and turning away.

"It's midnight, is he going to be awake?" Emily asked.

"Oh yea, he's trying to get through Naruto again… a fools mission really, but he's a fighter." He shrugged, pressing speed dial number three.

~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~

"Is that seriously what you're wearing?" Doctor Reid asked his cousin, looking at him with eyebrows raised.

The younger Reid was wearing a Naruto outfit. It was made up of a Lolita maide Akatski dress, high tops that had different Naruto characters on them, a red and black bracelet that had the Konoha symbol on it, black fingerless gloves that also had the Konoha symbol on it, two necklaces, one that had the sign Gaara had on his head on it and the other was a silver kunai. An ex-Konoha headband sat on top of his head. Everyone was topped off with black eye makeup that pointed up around his eyes that had different contacts in them (a Sharingan one in his right eye and a yellow one with a red rim in the other) as well as red lips that was slightly darker than the red on the dress.

"Yup, I've been waiting to wear it for a while, but haven't gotten around to it, now I have." He smiled, fluffing up the skirt lightly.

The adult rolled his eyes but smiled.

"I like it."

~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~

"Who's that?" The sheriff asked, disgust showing on his face when he saw "Puck".

"My cousin and our translator." Doctor Reid told him, face showing that he was not pleased with his cousin was being looked at.

"Oh, um, the kid is in there." The sheriff said, face going sheepish as he pointed to the room.

'See you in there.' "Puck" signed before flipping the sheriff off and going into the room where the deaf boy was drawing.

The boy in a dress tapped on the top of the sketch book and smiled at the deaf boy when he looked up.

'Hell, call me Puck. Nice to meet you.' He signed with a smile.

'I'm Christian, nice to meet you too… how old are you? You don't look like you should be able to sign so well.' The artist smiled as he signed.

'I'm almost seventeen. Everyone else was learning Spanish and French, but I knew that it was far more likely that I would slash will marry someone deaf than someone who didn't know a word of English. Don't get me wrong, I know fifteen languages in all.' The flamboyant smile signed back with a smile.

"Why do I have a feeling you're not asking him the questions we gave you?" The doctor smiled, coming into the room.

"I was meeting him, is that a crime?" "Puck" asked, signing as he talked so the deaf boy could stay with the conversation.

"No, but would you please ask him?"

"Sure." The teen sat down across from Christian.

"Thanks." The elder genius smiled, sitting down as well.

'Ok, Christian, was there anything you saw once you woke up that was out of the ordinary?'

'You mean besides my mom dead on the kitchen floor?' The deaf boy signed, face showing that he had instantly become annoyed.

'Yes, sorry but anything, no matter how small can actually help these guys.' The young genius sighed, knowing it must be hard for the artist.

'Um… I don't know.' The witness sighed.

'Close your eyes and picture it, just tell me what you see.' The boy in a dress signed.

Christian closed his eyes and imagined the house just as he walked down to get himself breakfast.

'The stairs are clean… cleaner than before. My mom must have cleaned them at night… she does most of the vacuuming when I'm asleep so I won't get in the way. The frames are… shiny…' He signed, his brows furrowing in confusion.

'Shiny how?' "Puck" signed into his hand.

'Clean… very clean. The picture… on the wall coming down the stairs there are pictures of the family and friends, usually they have dust on them, and the frames are… dingy… they're shiny… they gleam…'

'What else?'

'The book shelf… it's… dusted… my mom never dusted it, there was too much to move and she was too tired after work to do more than cook, pay bills, and check my homework… why did she clean the bookshelf?'

'Is there anything else?' The teen genius signed into his hand.

'The living room is vacuumed as well… even the rug under the coffee table.'

'Did your mom normally clean there?'

'No, never… well, every spring cleaning she would ask me to move the coffee table. She hated to move it, so she never cleaned there.'

'Ok, good, you can open your eyes.'

Christian opened his eyes, they showed his confusion. "Puck" turned to look at his cousin.

"You should talk to the other kids about what the house looked like when they got home. Christian said the house was clean… cleaner than his mom would have made it because she was always tired." The hearing teen said seriously.

"Clean how?" Doctor Reid asked confused.

"Vacuumed stairs, dusted book shelf, cleaned picture frames, and the coffee table being moved so the living room could be vacuumed."

"And his mom wouldn't have done that?"

"He said she only ever really vacuumed the stairs, and she did that when he was asleep. Everything else was weird to him that it was so clean."

"Alright, thanks." The elder genius said standing up. 'Thank you.' He signed to the deaf teen before leaving the room.

'Did that help?' Christian asked.

'Yes, actually I believe it did.'

'Good. Hey, does your girlfriend mind you dressing like that?'

'I'm gay, but my boyfriend doesn't care.' The teen genius smiled, thinking fondly of Anderson.

'That's cool, so is the cutie with long hair your older brother?'

'No, he's my cousin.'

'You live with him or something?'

'Yea, my parents kicked me out.'

'Wow that sucks, sorry.'

'Nah, its fine.'

'That's good… my mom almost flipped when I told her… I'm not an easy kid.'

'Nor am I.'

They both laughed at that.

~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~

Weird ending to the chapter, I know but… prepare thyself for the next chapter.

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHA!

Also, link to outfit on my profile. =)