Spencer and the BAU were already on the jet, heading back to D.C. The case had been fairly easy.

Spencer couldn't understand the smirks that were on their faces when he walked into the police station earlier. He thought it was because of his clothes, but he had changed and they were still smirking.

He decided not to think of it and sat in the corner with a copy of the Shanamah. He had started learning about Afghani culture with Carson a while ago. JJ came up to Spencer and sat down next to him. "What story are you reading?"

"Uh...this story about Sohrab and Rostam."

"Oh, I read that one. If I was Sohrab, I would've just told Rostam to beat it."

Spencer's insides froze up. "Uh...yeah, totally."

From the other side of the plane, Spencer could hear Morgan and Elle having a playful argument about something.

"No way, that one's better!" Elle said.

"No way, you're wrong! Just beat it, Elle!" Morgan countered.

Spencer's head shot up. He was getting a little frightened now. He just assumed that his mind was making nervous analogies and went back to reading. Now Elle and Morgan were talking about something else.

"You're right, it does have a nice beat to it." Elle said

Everyone looked at Spencer with their smirks.

"What?" Spencer said casually.

"Give it up, Reid. Morgan recorded your street performance on his cell phone." Gideon said.

Spencer blushed deep red. "He did?"

Morgan typed something in his laptop, and a poorly made video of Spencer's act came up on the jet screens.

When the video ended, Spencer blushed a deep crimson red when the team applauded his performance. "I can't believe he got that."

"Spence, how come you didn't tell us you were a street performer?! That was awesome!" JJ said.

"Really?" Spencer said. "Well, I was afraid you guys would make fun of me because I have a decent singing voice."

"Decent? First, change decent to extraordinary. And second, why would we make fun of you for it?" Elle said.

"Almost everyone I knew did. My dad, bullies, people who knew me, neighbors. They actually started a petition once to stop me from practicing in my backyard. It didn't work."

"Well, those people are deaf, that was awesome." Morgan said.

Spencer smiled. "Thanks, guys."

He went back to his book, but he wasn't really reading. He was thinking. A street performer. How did he not think of that? Those weren't technically jobs, that was a hobby!

He leaned back in his seat and smiled when he remembered about Garcia. How would she react to his singing voice?

He would tell them about Moonwalker Jackson, his musical side, later on. Maybe even possibly, Matthew Jackson, his second personality.

Just not right now.

The End...

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