Sorry it's so short, it'll get longer as it goes. I really hope you enjoy, Spencer will get into some pretty interesting situations as a kid. I made him around 11 in this story. I decided to make him older than most people do in de-aged fics. Please read and review, constructive criticism is accepted.

I do not own Criminal Minds or any of there wonderful characters.

Chapter 1

"One, two, three!" Agent Hotchner kicked down the front door and walked into the house with confidence, he was followed by Morgan, JJ, Reid, and Prentiss.

Hotch walked into the living room, his hands gripping the gun tightly as he and his team searched for the serial killer that had killed three woman in the past month. They were hoping to find the fourth woman alive and well.

"Morgan, Reid, you take upstairs. Prentiss, JJ, with me," He barked out orders as he continued his search.

They had been called in for this case two weeks ago. Only two woman had been killed at that time, but they were killed and presented the same way. Both of them were blond and both of them had their right pinky cut off and were burned in the facial area. The killer had killed another woman every week, and they finally found where he lived.

Hotch was about to step into the kitchen when JJ grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back, "Hotch!" She cried, shoving him behind her before pointing to the line in the doorway, "It's booby-trapped."

"Thanks JJ," He let out a sharp, heavy breath. He then realized that Reid and Morgan were upstairs, it could be booby-trapped up there as well.

Right as he was about to call out to them, a loud boom went off and shook the property. Emily gripped the counter and tried to steady herself as the three agents all looked at each other before taking off up the stairs.

"Reid! Morgan!" Hotch cried out for his agents as he ran up the stairs. When he reached the top of the stairs he was met face to face with Morgan, "Are you alright? Where's Reid?"

"I'm fine, Hotch, don't worry," Morgan reassured the man, "The guy's not here, we've searched everywhere. There's no sign of him."

"Yeah, we figured that much," Hotch breathed as he holstered his gun. He then realized something was missing, "Where's Reid?"

"Oh yeah, about that..." Morgan sighed, scratching the back of his head nervously.

"Morgan?" JJ piped up nervously, "Where's Reid?"

"He's... He kinda..." Morgan didn't know what to say, he just couldn't get words to come out properly.

"Morgan, spit it out!" Hotch rushed.

"I'll just show you," Morgan said nervously, shakily.

He turned and pulled a young boy out from hiding behind the wall near the bathroom. He was around five foot tall, had dirty blond hair and dark brown eyes, and he was wearing clothes that were way too baggy for him. He looked quite scared, he was trembling and his eyes were wide with fear.

"Was he being held here?" JJ asked, looking down at the boy with a worried expression.

"Not exactly," Morgan said nervously, rubbing the back of his head, "He... He's..."

"He's what, Morgan?" Hotch snapped impatiently. He was getting tired of this, he needed answers now.

"He's Reid," Morgan spit out quickly.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Morgan and then down at the boy who just looked them all nervously, his eyes showing evident fear.

"Spence?" JJ breathed, furrowing her eyebrows in a confused shock.

"H-Hi..."