Spencer once again sat in William's office, but this time, his feelings were more flared up than usual. Maybe it was because of all of William's yelling that had him on edge. He really wanted to punch something right now with a metal bat.

"Well, you would've known if you had been a part of my life!" Spencer yelled back for the first time. He needed to end this, this was getting out of hand and going nowhere.

"You still shouldn't have continued with this crap anyway! Singing is not for men, Spencer!" William yelled back.

"Screw you! There's a whole bunch of guys who sing! Michael Jackson, Rick Astley, Akon, James Brown, Matchbox 20, a lot!"

"It doesn't matter! You won't ruin my reputation for your career!"

"EXCUSE ME?! If I was such a bother to you, why did you even drag me out here in the first place?! You could've disowned me, you know!"

"I thought there was a second chance. I guess I was wrong."

"Hey, I can do whatever the hell I want with my life! It ain't yo choice no more!"

"The hell you will! You are NOT going to continue this 'Moonwalker Jackson' crap anymore! You're going to end this or I will!"

That was it.

Spencer lunged at William and held him by the front of his shirt against the wall. "Listen to me, old man." he snarled through clenched teeth. "You will have no connection to me whatsoever. This meeting never happened, and all documentation of you being even REMOTELY related to me will be eliminated. I am not your son. I am not Spencer Reid. I am Matthew Jackson."

Spencer let go of William and turned around. He walked out of the office not looking back, slamming the door behind him. He saw his friends looking at him worriedly.

"Well?" Johanna asked.

"I told him off. He told me that I won't ruin his reputation for my career. Once I get my laptop, I'll hack into some records and delete all documents that prove William Reid is my father."

Enrique smiled at him. "Good man. We really dodged a bullet. Tony isn't planning a concert.

"Oh, thank god! Listen, I gotta go to the cop station, so keep me posted on when Mike and Car get back."

"A'ight. Try not to get yourself killed, man." Ben said.

"I'll see you dudes later." Spencer said, walking as calmly as he felt out the door.

A DRIVE LATER

Spencer pulled into a parking lot at the police station a few hours later. Why were the law firms so far away from the station? That didn't make sense to Spencer at all. He shook off that thought and climbed out of his car, lugging his messenger bag out of the passenger seat and slinging it over his shoulder.

He nearly made it through the doors when he heard a voice behind him calling him by his adoptive name.

"Jackson! Yo, Matt!"

Spencer smiled and turned around. "Joey!"

Joey used to be Spencer's producer when he was still with the band.

"Spence, what you doin' here?"

"Me? I got a gun and a badge, what's a white rapper like you doing here on the other side of the tracks?"

"Word on the street is that you got a show comin' up, so I came to see if it was true. I got Hacker to track your phone."

"Wait, is that why it has that blinking red light on top?" Spencer asked, taking out his phone out of his pocket and turning the light off. "That's it, I gotta get another phone."

"Hey, how about a quickie? For old times sake?" Joey suggested.

Spencer looked at him in shock. "Dude! We're at a police station, and besides, where's the stage?"

"It's a fruit crate with a microphone hidden in the alley on the right."

"Okay, I gotta admit, you're pretty resourceful."

"Thank you."

"Sorry, man. I gotta pass."

"What's the problem?"

Spencer looked around nervously and back at Joey. "Okay, so I haven't exactly told the people I work with I'm a performer."

"What? Why?"

"I can't have another job while I'm with the FBI. If they find out, I could be fired with no where to go."

"Come on, man. Just one song and dance! I'll support you myself if I get you fired!"

Spencer looked around once more and sighed. "One, just one, and I'm wearing the fedora!"

"Of course." Joey said, taking off his black fedora and putting it one Spencer's head. He followed Joey into the alley where a crowd had already gathered in front of the 'stage'.

"Any requests?" Joey asked from the left side of the stage.

"Uh...do 'Beat It'!"

'Beat It' was hands-down Spencer's favorite Michael Jackson song of all time. Apparently it was everyone else's too, as they cheered when the music started up.

He waited anxiously for the intro to end and for the electric guitars to start playing. Once they did, he sprung into action.

"They told you don't you ever come around here, don't wanna see your face you'd better disappear!"

The crowd cheered.

"The fire's in their eyes, and their words are really clear, so beat it. Just beat it. Ooh!"

The crowd cheered even more when Spencer started dancing to the music. He smiled. This was going so well. Before he even knew it, he was almost finished with the song. He just needed the guitar solo. He smiled even more when he saw an electric guitar without a guitarist. He picked it up from it's stand and played the solo himself. The crowd went wild.

"Just beat it!"

Spencer sang the last bit and took a pose. The crowd was cheering, laughing and applauding. This is what he lived for. He loved to bring smiles to people, and with his line of entertainment, it was possible to bring smiles to all of North America.

Spencer smiled and walked off stage, guitar in hand.