It had been three days since William Reid contacted Spencer and Carly. He had tried numerous times to send them messages via e-mail and phone. They ignored the calls and deleted his messages, and blocked his e-mail address from both of their accounts.

It had also been three days since corporate came for the show. Obviously, Spencer's went smoothly. So did the rest of the show. Carson and her friends' version of Beat It was astounding. All in all, everything was fine. That was, until the Monday Spencer went to work...

Spencer was sitting at his desk finishing up some reports, seeing as the team didn't have a case today. JJ came up to chat.

"Hey, Spence. How'd your show go?"

JJ was the only one who knew about Moonwalker Jackson, the other part of Reid the others didn't know about. He rarely kept secrets from the team, but he didn't think he could've lived that one down. Sure, he told them his real name instead of Matthew, but still. He was just surprised that Garcia hadn't found anything online about it. That was something he didn't get.

"Phenomenal. Everything went smoothly, but corporate came a day early, and instead of a preview, they wanted a full-out show. Also, my dad called."

"Wait, what?"

"He called me while I was performing, and tried to contact me ever since. I deleted all his messages and blocked his e-mail, but he won't give up."

"How come he called? Why now?"

"Apparently, he wants me to meet his family. I kept telling him that you don't hound the son you left behind to meet his new kids, but he kept on calling and calling, so I'm flying out next week so he'll leave me alone. Hey, Michael Jackson song quote!"

JJ smiled. He loved Michael Jackson. She remembered that he started when he was only six. Unfortunately, his father refused to see the beauty and art, so he got off to a rocky start. But after he left, Reid grew and grew until he became the wonderful person he was today.

"Well, good luck, Reid."

"Thanks. Bring you back some poker chips."

JJ smiled and walked away. Spencer finished his files a few minutes later. He stood up, grabbed his bag and left, since it was towards the end of the day, and went home to pack for yet another long weekend ahead of him.

10 minutes later...

As Reid rode the train home, he started to think. He felt a little guilty when he told JJ it was only him going. He hadn't told her or the team he had a sister. He knew if they found out, things would happen. Bad things from his past life.

After his father left, he had to do something for income. When he was 5, his father entered him in the Big Brother program, and found Michael. Michael Jackson. When he first heard about him, he was ecstatic. He thought he was the actual man. But when he actually met him, he was even more awesome. He looked like him, was a singer and dancer also, and acted a lot like him.

He even had the same back story as him. He was born in Gary in 1959. He had brothers all named after the Jackson family, his parents had the same names as the real Michael's parents, and, unfortunately, had the same skin condition as Michael Jackson.

So, after dear old dad left, Michael was able to get him a job as his recording studio as the guy who edited the songs, seeing as how he was good at technology.

But, the salary wasn't enough. Enrique had problems of his own, too. His dad had left him too, and seeing how his Mama had died, he had no one to rely on. So, Michael had told them about his biggest and darkest secret.

He actually worked for a government ally called the Brotherhood. They took on jobs that were too big for the government to handle. He got them jobs there as assistants, but then they saw the awesome stunts they pulled. Ninja training, Tae Kwon Doe, Spartan training, and a lot more. So, they signed on to be rookies, and moved up and up the ladder until they were where they were, now.

Spencer still worked for them, even though he was in the FBI. He couldn't leave. He didn't know why, but he had close ties there.

Eventually, Carson found out they had a "Little Rookies" program and begged to be an agent.

Spencer knew how dangerous it was to be a Brotherhood agent. He couldn't even remember how many death threats he got, or how many murder attempts there were, so he said no every time.

When she turned 7, though, he juggled around the idea because that was how old he was when he entered. Eventually, he entered her as a rookie, and she went up and up the ladder too.

The only difference was, she used a different name. Billy Jack, her code name. He knew if the team found out, it would eventually make it to Blitz, their biggest job ever, and hurt them all.

The train came to the station and stopped. Spencer sighed and got off. He began thinking of the Blitz.

Blitz was a pharmaceutical company from the United Kingdom. They began two years after Spencer and Enrique signed on as rookies. About six months after, the Brotherhood found out they were selling tainted drugs and didn't make a callback to the public. People died, but no one was able to make a connection to the company, so they took action, and they've been fighting ever since. It had been going on for 12 years now.

Spencer had walked up toward the apartment and unlocked the door. He walked in to find Carson playing Michael Jackson's Moonwalker on her laptop. She had a deep love for Jackson and the 80's much as her brother. Almost every Halloween, instead of being a fairytale princess like others, she had always been some celebrity from that time period.

"Hey, did the rat bastard call?" he asked, putting his stuff away.

"No, but Johnny called. Something about letters, or men, or something...I can't remember."

Spencer shot to his home phone and dialed Johnny. He had called Spencer about the Men of Letters, or better known as The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. They were the highest, most elite group in the Brotherhood. Spencer and Enrique had sent in applications two weeks ago, and have been waiting ever since.

"Johnny, you called?" Spencer asked anxiously when Johnny answered.

"Just got word from The League." Johnny replied. "You and La Bamba are in, Moonwalker."

"Wha?" Spencer said, stunned.

"You're in, mang. I gotta go. Bein' chased by the local mob...again. See ya." Johnny hung up the phone.

Spencer put down the phone. He couldn't believe it. He, Spencer Reid, had gotten into a group that was named after a movie. He walked back into the living room, and Carson noticed his expression.

She smiled. "You got in, didn't ya?" she asked, pausing her game.

Spencer smiled back. "Yeah. Yeah...I did."

Carson stood up and hugged Spencer. "Proud of you, mang." she mumbled quietly. She wasn't one to always express her feelings. Reid smiled and hugged her back.

"We should probably get ready." Spencer said, now an extraordinary gentleman.