Chapter 6

'We may look old and wise to the outside world.

But to each other, we are still in junior school.'

~Charlotte Gray~

The battle was over, but a War was just beginning. Spencer and Roberta were both very intelligent. Both graduating high school before puberty had a chance to set in. They were alike in so many ways. It may have to do with the fact that Spencer raised her.

Spencer is eleven years older than Roberta. Before she was born, their father, Will, left them and their mother, Diana. Normally, a single mother can survive with some help, but their mother is a paranoid schizophrenic. Spencer had to take care her while raising himself and his younger sister at twelve years old. He even named her after the author of a book he was reading at the time he found out he would be a brother. Robert Louis Stevenson.

They drove to the station in silence. Not an uncomfortable one. It was strange, three years of silence and once together again, they were silent. The silence was comforting. Even though they were not speaking, they constantly caught each other using peripherals, just to make sure that the other was really there.

Spencer tried to keep his eyes on the road. Thinking about a lot of things. He finally broke the silence. "Do you mind if I not introduce you as my sister?" He asked not wanting to look at her reaction.

"No," she answered watching the road. "I understand why."

"You know I love you, right?"

"Spence," she looked at him. "I understand why." She looked back at the road. "It's alright. Just introduce me as Mandy's teacher and while you were interviewing me, you found out I was Christine's friend from college." He stopped at a red light and looked at her. "One of my masters is Philosophy, Spencer. Dancing around the truth is a specialty of mine."

"You sure you can do that?" Spencer did not like hiding the truth from his co-workers, mostly because they knew when he was doing it. Everyone has a tell when they lie. Spencer's is, is that it sounds very rehearsed and he comes across as too confident. In addition, a majority of his co-workers are profilers. They would be out of a job if they couldn't pick up on tells like that.

They pulled up to the station, and entered. Hotch was waiting at the door, cross-armed, and watched as Reid opened the door for his sister.

"I see you brought along a stray," Hotch examined the young woman. He un-crossed his arms and extended his right hand. "I'm Special Agent Hotchner. May I ask who you are?"

Roberta complied. "My name is Roberta Lois," conveniently leaving out her last name. "I am-was Mandy's English teacher.", "I was also a very good friend of Christine's." She added after the look Hotch gave her.

"Reid, may I see you for a moment?" Reid quickly walked from behind his sister to converse with his Unit Chief. "Who is she and why is she here?"

"She's a teacher at the high school. She insisted on coming." Reid coolly answered.

"Reid, what reason could she have for wanting to come?"

"She wanted to help. She may be able to provide the kind of information we may need that Garcia can't get," Reid pleading the case on behalf of his sister.

Hotch was still deciding whether he liked the idea or not. "How much does she know of the case?"

"Not much." Reid answered.

"Does she know that they may be connected?"

"It's possible she may suspect. She doesn't believe that either of the girls committed suicide."

"How old is she?" He asked getting a better look at the girl. "She doesn't look like she could be any older than twenty."

Reid looked away from him and to his sister. "I didn't ask her; it didn't seem relevant at the time to have her disclose that information."

"Let's see how much she knows." He turned around and found Roberta sitting in a reading a book that she produced from her enormous bag that looked there was enough room to fit the entire world and still have room for more.

"Ms. Lois," She looked up from her book. She was reading Pride and Prejudice in a foreign language. "Before I allow you to consort with us on this case, I must ask you tell me how much you know of it."

Roberta placed her book in her bag. She didn't need a book mark. "I know that the BAU wouldn't be interested if they didn't believe that this was more than just young teenagers who think it's a fad to commit suicide."

"You are a very perceptive young woman."

"Thank you Agent Hotchner." She looked at her brother than back at Hotch. "I just want to help in anyway that I can. Anything you want to know, I can tell."

"Any help you can give would be extremely useful." He turned to Reid, so that only he could hear. "Do you really think that there is a way that she can help?"

"If there isn't, we can just interview more intensely to see what she can give."

At that moment, JJ run-walked her way up to her co-workers, she was out of breath. "Guys, they just found another body."

Author's Note: She's baaaaack. Really sorry it took so long. I could rattle off a bunch of excuses that are legit but I'm not sure you really care. I promise that I'm working on the 7th chapter, but i have no idea when i'll get it done. I apologize to my loyal minions- uh- i mean readers. Review. (Did i spell that right? ever look at a word and just stare at it wondering if it was spelled right?) but i digress. until later my slaves.