A/N: Hey everyone, this is a new story that I have been dying to write. I hope you guys like it.

However, before I begin, I must give credit where credit is due, this fic was inspired by the genius work of "FanFiction Trauma" by IncognitoGirl1993. A fanfic that will surely crack you up. Check it out.

Please Review and Enjoy!

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Chapter One: The Discovery

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It was never fathomed that being a boy genius was such a struggle, but in reality it was. That was something that others just didn't understand. After cases, long, hard and disturbing cases, where the team felt they needed to blow of steam at some bar, Reid would always opt out. They always questioned why he would never come with them, told him it wasn't healthy being alone all the time, but he would ignore them, smile, and always say the same thing, "I have work to do."

When thought about, it wasn't really a believable excuse for the work day had just ended and Reid did not have another job. However, each time this occasion would present it's self, the other members of the team would nod in understand and accept the excuse.

But not this time.

It all started one day after work. The team had just come off a rough case consisting os torture, jealousy, murder, the likes. As perusal, they all felt it was necessary to head to the local bar and forget about their day. Morgan had rallied them all up, convincing Hotch, JJ, Rossi, Garcia, and Emily, they all needed to relax and have some fun. They agreed, and as always Morgan would save asking Reid for last, hoping that maybe this time he would relent and go with them.

"Reid?" Morgan asked, for what seemed like the thousandth time. He gazed at the stubborn genius through doubtful eyes. "You coming?"

Reid sighed and replied as he always did, "No Morgan I can't." He slung his messenger bag over his slender shoulder and grabbed a few lingering papers from his desk. "I have work to do."

Morgan sighed, not surprised. "Reid you always say that. But what kind of work are you talking about? What's so important that you can't hang with us for a few hours?" Maybe this time he would receive a definitive answer.

"I just can't okay." Reid replied, peering down at his watch. When he looked up his eyes were bright with agitation. "I need to go." Without another word Reid breezed past Morgan and disappeared behind a corner.

Morgan watched as Reid disappeared, the gears turning inside his head. He had had enough! He was sick of the lies! Sick of the same excuse over and over again! He was sick of it!

The dark agent turned to the rest of the team, his eyes alit with newfound determination.

"Morgan you alright?" Emily asked quizzically. "Your looking kinda..."

"I'm sick of it!" Morgan cried, cutting Emily off. His outburst took the team by surprise and some of them took a cautious step back.

"Morgan?" Hotch inquired.

"I'm sick of it!" Morgan repeated. "I can't take it anymore. Reid has turned down my offer about a thousand times and has never given me a valid excuse to why. He's always saying, "I have work to do" but what work!? What work is he possibly talking about? I ask him when he leaves work! I don't know about you guys, but I'm done with all the lies and excuses. Tonight I'm going to find out what Spencer Reid really does in his free time."

When Morgan finished he was out of breath, he sucked greedily at the air as he took it in in short huffy gasps. The team seemed taken by his statement cause JJ carried on, "Yeah Morgan's right! He never comes out with us and I think it's time we find out why. Don't you guys think so?"

The others seemed unconvinced.

"This is a complete invasion of privacy and what Reid choses to do in his free time is no business of ours. We should-" Rossi trailed off when Hotch raised a hand.

It was truly unexpected by all the team when he said, "Come on Dave, lighten up. I think Morgan and JJ are right. Not only for our sake but for the sake of the team as a whole. Keeping selects and lying isn't a good practice. This is important."

Rossi's mouth fell open. "Your encouraging this Aaron?"

"No Dave I'm not encouraging this," Hotch retorted calmly. He looked at the other members, his eyes gleaming. "This is something that must be done." Hotch nodded at Morgan, retaining composure.

"Let's do this."

XxX

Reid sat comfortably on the couch, his laptop rested on his lap. The lights were off, with the exception of the table lamp and the luminous from his computer screen. His fingers typed away at his keyboard.

He was almost finished.

Unconsciously, he began biting at his lower lip, his mind racing with the ideas for the conclusion to his story. It had seemed like forever ago since he had started it and he was excited that in only a few seconds, it would all be over. His fingers raced and danced over the keys, the ideas in his mind flooding out like liquid gold.

Just...a...few...more... "DONE!" He shouted, pumping his fists excitedly in the air. He moved his computer from his lap onto the coffee table before him and jumped to his feet, grinning from ear to ear. He dropped his arms to his sides and pulled his sweatshirt tighter around his body as he felt a slight breeze enter his apartment. Weird he thought, though he ignored it. Too excited to give slight winds any notice at the time being.

Reid desperately wanted to read it over, but I look at his watch told him that he couldn't. It was already 6:30 and he needed to head to the store before it got to dark. Disappointed he stood up, grabbed his messenger bag from the table and headed out. But not before giving his computer a sideways glance. The screen displayed his achievement, bright and ready for his eyes. He left it powered on, so for when he returned there would be no delay in getting to his creation.

One more look, and he was gone. The door shut loudly behind him.

The room was silent for a few moments. Then.

"Okay I think he's gone."

XxX

"This is so wrong."

Morgan looked over at Emily, who was clinging to the bottom rungs of the latter. "If I remember correctly, you didn't seem so against this plan before." Morgan placed his booted foot on a rung before tugging himself up another few feet.

"Well that was before I knew that we would be breaking and entering in our friends apartment. He's never going to forgive us!" Emily exclaimed, grunting as she advanced further up the contraption. "Why did I even agree to this?"

Morgan laughed as he pulled himself to a standing position on the metal platform. He reached down for Emily and pulled her to her feet as well, still chuckling.

"What are you laughing about?" She snarled, her face contorted in rage but her eyes remained soft with humor. She persisted. "You think spying on Reid is funny? If he catches us"-she paused with legitimate concern-"Oh wow I don't even want to think about what he would do."

"Clam down Emily. It's Reid. What's he going to do, boar us to death?" Morgan said, smiling. "And besides Reid's bound to know this was coming."

"Really? Reid should have anticipated his two friend's climbing the fire escape to sneak through his window, while the rest of his colleagues wait outside for our single before coming in to search his apartment. Really Morgan? This is somethingg he should be expecting?"

Morgan frowned, "Well maybe not." He turned away from her, pressing his fingers to his lips as he crept toward the nearest window. Ducking beneath the sill, Morgan peeked over the edge sneaking a look inside. He gestured for Emily to come over.

"Is he there?" She whispered upon arriving next to Morgan. A few seconds passed before Morgan brought his gaze to her own and nodded. "He's on his computer."

Computer?

She dared a look over the edge of the sill and sure enough caught a glimpse of Reid sitting in his living room, typing on his laptop.

"Wait but I thought Reid was a technophobe?" Emily inquired. "He never uses computers."

Morgan shrugged. "Maybe theres more we don't know about Reid then we thought."

Emily's gaze lingered on Morgan before returning to look through the window. It was pretty dark in there, with the exception of a few lights. She watched as Reid typed furiously away at his keyboard, writing who knows what.

"I wonder what he's doing."

"Yeah," Morgan watched as the young genius suddenly jumped to his feet, pumping his fists into the air. A large grin was plastered on his excited face. Morgan's face contorted in that of confusion. "Me too. Let's go." Before Emily could stop him, Morgan unhitched the window and pushed it open.

The two agents froze as their youngest seemed to notice the temperature change and pulled his jacket around him. They waited, Emily's heart pounded at the realization of everything hit her.

This is it she thought. He's going to find us spying on him and then he is going to shoot us. She waited.

Nothing happened.

She dared another look over the sill and saw that the room was empty. Exhaling deeply, she turned to Morgan and punched him hard in the shoulder.

"What the Hell!?"

"He almost saw us! You are so stupid sometimes." She yelled/whispered. "You are a trained federal agent. You should know not to open windows when your spying on someone!" She punched him again. "Come on, I think he's gone!"

Morgan worked to retain a straight face as he and Emily slid through the open window, unaware of what they would find.

XxX

"I feel like a spy!" Garcia exclaimed upon entering Reid's apartment. Morgan and Emily had given them the signal and now the team all stood gathered in Reid's apartment.

"Soo...what do we do now?" Rossi inquired, gazing around the cluttered room in slight awe. The kid did have a lot of books. "What are we looking for."

For some odd reason the team turned to Emily for a response. "Hey what are you looking at me for! Morgan is the one who wanted to do this. You should be asking him!" She threw her hands off as if attempting to wore off the excessive eye contact.

Morgan took this as an opportunity to step in, but not before giving Emily an exasperated look, "Let's check his computer. When we go here he was working on something and I want to know what it was."

"His computer?" Hotch asked.

"Yeah apparently our little technophobe has one," Morgan supplied walking over to the table where the device sat. It was still bright as Reid had left it on and Morgan crouched down to get a better look at the screen.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"Garcia began. "A computer is the key..." But she trailed off at the horrified look that took over Morgan's handsome face. "Morgan?"

"OH M- you guys have to see this!" The team knew not to argue as the crazed, yet ecstatic, was that what it was?, look in Morgan's eyes was enough to get their full attention.

What was he looking at?

They all huddled around the small 13 inch, and read the words that Morgan was pointing to. All eyes went wide, their mouths fell open. It said:

The Secret Life of Doctor Spencer Reid

"Whoa what did we just find?"