I'm bored. I have been playing with this idea for a while now so I hope it works.

What if William Reid wasn't Spencer's biological father? Now heir to a billion-dollar estate, he must face off again jealous half-siblings and other predators.

Heir

He looked feeble and weak for a sixty-two-year-old man. Jacob Jensen, the founder of Jensen Technology Innovations, was dying. Pancreatic cancer, a cancer so few people survived long after diagnosis, was going to claim Jensen soon, according to the doctors. While his private room was covered in flowers, cards, and balloons, I was his only visitor.

"Nico!" he said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. "How are the boys?"

"Drake wants a tattoo despite being only fourteen, and Elliot has a crush on the girl he sits next to in history class."

"Ah, the joys of raising them while their young," he said with a smile.

"They're already growing up too fast," I said.

"That's what they do," he said with a note of sadness.

August and Carina Jensen, born three years apart were your typical spoiled heirs. Jensen had tried. He only paid for education to colleges that would accept them, so Harvard and Stanford were out of the question. They chose schools infamous for partying and blood alcohol levels more than twice their GPAs. Where Jensen was firm, his ex-wife Sophia was soft and frequently used the alimony payments to cover up scandals and bribe university officials. After turning twenty-one, they dropped out of college and used their trust funds to become full-time jetsetters with no interest in the business.

"Nico," he said. "I have something to tell you before I die."

"Yes, Uncle Jacob?" I said.

"I am appointing you the executor of my estate."

"I'm sorry. What?"

"You heard me," he said firmly.

"Uncle Jacob, I have never managed an estate as big as yours. I work mostly with small businesses."

"You are humble," he said. "I laid out my business assets simply. Your father would be so proud of the woman you've become."

My worked in the mining industry. He had recently acquired a mine from a shady developer and was overseeing site himself when it collapsed. It happened when I was four. My mother sued the developer into bankruptcy. I don't remember much about my father so Uncle Jacob became my father figure.

"I have secrets though," he said. "When I was at the University of Nevada, I had an affair with a professor there."

I gasped.

"You wouldn't believe it, but the professor seduced me. She said I was the smartest student in my class and showed unchecked potential. Nico, my own father thought I was a disgrace at the time. So, to hear that meant the world to me. She wanted to have a child with me as her husband was a good, stable, man but lacked marvelous intellect like me. I agreed to keep my distance from the child so long as I lived."

"Do you know who the child has become?" I asked.

He nodded.

"He is truly remarkable, Nico! He works for the FBI and has multiple PHDs. He's also led a hard life. Her steady husband was not as reliable as she thought he would be and the young man has suffered because of it."

"Wow," I said. I never thought Jensen would have any illegitimate children.

"I'm leaving everything to him," he said.

"Okay," I said slowly. "When did you make this decision, because Carina and August are going to contest the will."

"Five years ago, after August crashed my prized Thunderbird into a pool Carina was encouraging my grandsons to urinate on the occupants in. While I loved the car, people could have been killed. That was the last straw."

"So, what it the heir's name?" I asked.

"Spencer Reid. I think you'll like him. I need you to look out for him, and make sure my vengeful children do not go after him."

"I promise, I will," I said and held his hands.

"There is a safety deposit box with all the proof you might need, including DNA. I had a sample taken by hosting a blood drive at the library he frequented."

"That's creepy," I said with a laugh.

"I needed the assurance. Oh Nico, I can die now. My true son will be taken care of for the rest of his life."

Jensen closed his eyes. In a matter of minutes, he was asleep and let go of my hands.

I watched him for a few minutes. Jensen thought he was doing the right thing. Inheriting ten billion dollars might sound like a dream to many, but it could be a burden to the likes of Spencer Reid.